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literallydontlook · 2 years

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Atonement - part 1

Pairing: Crosshair x f!sex worker!reader

Rating: Explicit (minors, skidaddle)

WC: 5.7k

Series summary: After Cody deserts, Crosshair comes to terms with his place within the Empire and the things that he’s done in its name. As the inhibitor chips begin to degrade, his building guilt finally pushes him to defect himself. Life on the run is harder than he imagined, but he’s found moments of comfort and true peace from an unlikely source. Can he ever atone for the crimes he’s committed or is he condemned to a lifetime of guilt?

Series CW: canon typical violence, swearing, sex work, lots of negative self talk, PiV, masturbation (m and f), probably oral at some point; reader has a back story but no physical descriptions; lmk if I missed anything

Unwhitewash the bad batch disclaimer: these guys are straight up white in the show and that is not ok with me. My descriptions and headers are made to combat canon designs. If you don’t like that pls leave.

A/N: SOOOOOOO ONCE AGAIN I’m on my Crosshair shit even though almost 0 of my followers are here for this. I wanted to explore what it would take for him to find redemption. TO BE CLEAR a lot of the stuff he says on the show and his attitude and superiority complex in canon are straight up disgusting, but I can’t help but wonder if I’d be strong enough to defect if I were put into a similar situation. In an age where we are so quick to condemn people for their mistakes (god knows I’ve made my share), how can we nurture the good in people instead of pushing them farther away? Also I was horny lol

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Sharp eyes scan the cantina over the rim of his drink. Others are like him — sitting at tables obscured by the darkness. They’re scheming and dealing, keeping low profiles as they search for their next gigs. The dim lighting blurs their faces and the air is hazy with smoke. But Crosshair still sees everything.

But he also listens.

“…Black Sun…—ot take kindly to…”

“…we’ll need a qui—….to pick off…”

“I don’t want no part of…-mperial control…”

There are a number of promising-sounding leads and he indulges in a little bit of cautious optimism. It’s been 2 months since he’d defected and two rotations since he’s eaten. He never thought he’d ever miss the Imperial slop they served at the mess, but it’s starting to sound pretty good right about now. His stomach rumbles.

Finding jobs was proving to be more difficult than he’d anticipated, especially for a man looking to disappear from the Empire. Most bounty hunters belong to the Guild, but he can’t risk leaving that kind of a record. It leaves him with the kinds of jobs that are actively avoiding official channels.

A spineless-looking gentleman dressed far too expensively for the establishment looks over his shoulder before taking a seat across from Crosshair. He runs a hand through greasy, slicked back hair and fiddles with the gaudy rings on his fingers, twisting them nervously. Crosshair acknowledges him with a silent nod.

“That’s quite a rifle you’ve got there,” he says, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Crosshair hums in response, taking a sip of his drink. The man looks around again and dabs at the sweat around his neck before leaning in.

“I’m looking for some help,” he says, voice lowered to almost a whisper. There’s an awkward silence as he waits for a response but he’s met with Crosshair’s usual brand of stoicism.

He waits for the man to continue and it takes almost all of his willpower not to roll his eyes and scoff. “What’s the job,” he asks finally.

“Ah, yes — well, I’m looking for someone who can be discreet. This cannot be traced back to me,” he says, looking over his shoulder again, “and my associate spoke very highly of you.”

Crosshair narrows his eyes. “And who, exactly, is this associate?”

He leans further over the small table, lowering his voice even further. “Gini Millegi,” he whispers conspiratorially.

“Hmm…” Crosshair considers this information carefully while absentmindedly stirring his drink with a toothpick. Millegi was a notorious gangster in the region who’d hired him for a hit just a few weeks ago. Something about rival gang politics — he couldn’t care less, to be honest. The pay was good and the job was surprisingly easy. What more could he ask for?

The man clears his throat and Crosshair’s returning glare nearly burns a hole in his forehead. “Go on,” he says impatiently. The man jumps in his seat and pats down his pockets nervously.

“The target will be at Safa Toma, just across town tomorrow.” He frowns, mumbling something to himself before exclaiming, “The little brat — she can’t just waltz in here out of nowhere and take our family’s hard-earned fortune! Who does she think she is?!”

He closes his eyes and places a hand over his heart dramatically.

“My father is not long for this world and she needs to be eliminated before he passes.”

Crosshair holds up a hand, “Spare me the details. What’s the bounty?” He didn’t need to hear a long winded story about greedy families vying for an inheritance. The less he knows, the better.

The man sits back and huffs indignantly. “Five thousand credits. Double if you can make it look like an accident.”

Five thousand credits. That's enough to buy some stability for at least a month. He locks eyes with the man and something in the pit of his stomach turns as he considers the proposition. It sounds easy enough, but he’s learned quickly that in this line of work, nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

Especially when the client is avoiding official Guild channels.

His stomach grumbles.

“Fine. But I want fifty percent up front. Those are my terms,” he says, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest. “You won’t find a more discreet hunter.”

The man hesitates, chewing on the inside of his cheek in consideration. Finally, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a coarsely woven bag. He sets it on the table, but his hand lingers over it. “How do I know you won’t just run off with the credits?” He asks with narrowed eyes.

Crosshair plucks it from below his palm. “You don’t.”

—

Safa Toma is boisterous, a hub of raucous activity and a host of unsavory characters. The main draw is riot racing, a dangerous sport akin to Tatooine’s pod racing with the addition of officially sanctioned weapons usage. Crosshair had heard of it. Many clients in his new line of work were enthusiastic participants with racers of their own, but he’d never had an interest. The place is decidedly too cacophonic for his taste.

He peers at the stadium through his scope, searching for the reflective discs he’d strategically placed the night before. With any luck, he’d be able to mask his location with a shot rebounded from the opposite direction.

He’s perched high on an abandoned building, several kliks away. By now, the toothpick dangling from his lips is gnarled and ready to snap. He can’t shake his nerves and the vague feeling of foreboding he’s had about this job. His commlink crackles to life.

“The target is en route to the viewing suite. Do you remember the hand signals?” His client’s voice is low and his speech is rushed, nervous and impatiently demanding some sort of comfort to placate his anxious energy.

Crosshair rolls his eyes before responding. His scope swings across the stadium in search of a group matching the provided description. An older, heavier-set woman with a severe expression and dressed impeccably. Another woman in expensive robes and perfectly coiffed hair carrying a small child. And two greasy-looking men in suits wearing jewelry worth more than Crosshair’s entire ship.

“I have a visual. Awaiting your signal.”

The link goes silent as he watches the client dart out from behind a column and speed walk down the hallway to catch up, arms pinned rigidly to his sides in a ridiculously short strut.

So much for playing it cool.

Now that they’re all together, it’s clear that these people are the client’s family. The resemblance between him and the two men is unmistakable. And they’ve all clearly inherited the older woman’s chin, who he figures is their mother. The connection to the younger woman and the toddler is less clear.

He’s focused on tracking the group but registers the sound of stray blaster fire and a unified gasp from the crowd. The announcer’s voice booms and even from this distance, Crosshair can hear it.

“A friendly reminder to all our spectators: be mindful of blaster fire. Safa Toma Speedway is not liable for any injury, death, or disintegration. Thank you.”

He absentmindedly rolls his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. Hmm, he thinks, that’d be a convenient cover if the timing is right. Maybe I can double the bounty after all.

Steadily, he follows their movements with his scope until they reach the suite. The two men plop down on a luxurious looking sofa and turn on a large screened TV, where they’re able to watch several sporting events at once. The client pulls out a seat next to the window for the younger woman and Crosshair tenses in preparation, recognizing that this placement is surely intentional. She must be the target.

She sits and places who Crosshair assumes is her daughter on the ground. The child toddles towards the window, pressing her small, chubby hands against the glass, looking down at the speedway with wide, innocent eyes.

He exhales a stuttered breath and closes his eyes.

The kid will be fine, he reassures himself. The family’s loaded anyway.

When he peers through the scope again, he sees the client approach the child, kneeling down to meet her eye level. He places a hand on her shoulder and gestures down toward the track with three fingers, wagging them three times.

Crosshair sucks in a breath.

The hand signal.

Maker. What in Malachor has he gotten himself into? The toothpick snaps between his gritted teeth as he focuses on the small child. She ohs and ahs, clapping clumsily as the speeders pass by. And as if she knew he was there, she turns towards Crosshair’s position, looking straight into his scope and smiles.

Finger hovering over the trigger, he contemplates the job. He’s so close to the easiest payout of his life, but he’s struggling to make the shot. His head begins to throb violently.

Just do the job.

The faces of every innocent child he’d ever executed flashes in his mind.

You must do what needs to be done.

“You know what makes us different from battle droids?”

Just fucking pull the trigger.

“We make our own decisions. Our own choices.”

You were born for this.

“And we have to live with them, too.”

The pain crescendos — an acute, stabbing — until he can’t take it anymore, releasing his rifle with a clatter as he grits his teeth and sits back, hands gripping his scalp and eyes squeezed shut.

He can’t do it.

He won’t.

—

It’s late by the time Crosshair arrives at the agreed-upon meeting spot. The sun has long set and the only respite from the bite of cold evening air is the occasional puff of putrid-smelling steam released from an underground pipe. He leans against the damp alley wall, eyes cast downward. Anger and frustration swirl but at who and about what? He’s not sure.

His brooding is interrupted by the splash of stomping feet approaching. The client is cloaked, a hood pulled over his head, but Crosshair doesn’t need to see his face to know that he’s pissed.

“What the kriff happened back there?”

“You failed to mention the target was a child,” he growls, jabbing a finger into his chest.

The client, seeming to forget Crosshair’s physical advantage in this altercation, doubles down on his outrage.

“What happened to ‘spare me the details’?!” He shouts, slapping away the accusatory hand. “What part of non-Guild work do you not understand?”

The toothpick in his mouth snaps in frustration, knowing it’s his own fault for taking this job, so he only responds with a silent glare.

“I’m not a child murderer,” he seethes. He pulls the burner commlink from his belt pocket and throws it on the floor, crushing it under his heel.

Not anymore, he thinks.

The client rears back with his jaw hanging open. He points a condemnatory finger towards the sniper.

“You —“ he shrieks, “you’ll pay for this.”

“Enjoy the fucking credits. I hope it’s worth it,” he says darkly before spitting at his feet and disappearing into a mysterious speeder just arrived at the end of the alleyway.

The leather of his gloves squeak as he tightens a fist and inhales slowly through his nose. He exhales a steadying breath and closes his eyes.

At least he’s got the deposit.

The coarsely woven bag sits heavy in his other hand but lifts a weight from his shoulders. Enough credits for a few weeks. He stares blankly at it until his stomach protests, reminding him that he’s close to death. He lets his feet take him to his next destination.

His boots splash murky puddle water as he mindlessly travels to the closest source of food. The shop is crowded but the warm, comforting smell of stewed nuna and protatoes is too enticing to ignore on such a frigid night.

He waits in the crudely formed line outside. There’s no indoor seating, only a dark window where credits are exchanged for a piping hot bowl of stew passed anonymously by a clawed hand. A Rodian man shoulders his way past Crosshair and anger flashes hot in his chest before the hollowness in his weakened limbs reminds him of his vulnerability.

The air is moist by the time he gets his bowl, the hazy fog settling heavily and blurring his surroundings. He finds privacy in an unoccupied alley to enjoy his meal and absorb its warmth. After the first taste, his eyes widen before he tilts the bowl back and gulps the stew ravenously, nearly choking on the large chunks of meat.

He tosses his trash into a dumpster and begins the long trek back to his ship, docked outside the city’s limits. He hasn’t had enough credits for docking fees and had been making the long journey into town by foot each day.

He absentmindedly scans the fliers posted to a communications pole. It seems like a popular spot judging by the absence of any free space. Some locations are stacked thick with flimsi and everything is damp from the dewy droplets formed on the metal shaft. Many fliers are out of date — faded and torn, pasted over by newer announcements and ads.

Lost Tooka - REWARD. Last seen at central market.

Waste removal services. Discreet and quick. Comm for pricing.

Rhodian Underground LIVE at the Spotchka A GoGo

Midtown Inn — long term and nightly rates available

Crosshair digs into his utility belt, fumbling for the credits. Weighing the bag in one hand, he deliberates his lodging options as he calculates the cost of ship repairs and ammo and food. His body aches and the thought of sleeping on a real bed is tempting, to say the least.

He looks at the time, knowing he’s got another hour or so until he reaches the ship. He makes a spontaneous decision to stay in town, allowing himself to indulge for one night. It’s a short walk to the Midtown Inn, but by the time he gets there, the “no” has been illuminated on their vacancy sign.

He sighs. Just his luck.

He runs a hand over his head, his shoulders sagging in defeat, as he looks around for another option. The immediate surroundings look like a bust. Just closed businesses shuttered for the night.

The inn itself is tucked into the neighborhood, surrounded by a maze of small streets and alleys that eventually link up to the main road. He’s not sure anymore what the fastest route would be so he takes an educated guess and follows the small road past more closed shops below crumbling housing, using the tracking equipment in his vambrace as a guide.

He’s so focused on the little red dot on the radar that he nearly misses it.

The repeating pattern of one junk building after another is finally broken by a small pathway nestled between two closed restaurants. It’s remarkably void of trash. In fact, everything he can see of it from the road is uncharacteristically pleasant. He stares at it for a long time, looking back at his vambrace to determine if this could lead to the main road.

He approaches it skeptically, standing at the mouth of it and finding it to be very well maintained.

Cautiously, he follows the path, each side flanked by tall, solid stone walls that tower even above his significant height. They’re lined with lamps hung close to the ground where they cast a warm, otherworldly glow, keeping most of the way shrouded in darkness. The tranquility here is a sharp contrast to the grit of the rest of Ord Mantell City. He feels as if he’s entering a secret space and he’s careful to stay vigilant as he travels deeper down the path.

Finally, he reaches a crossroads. To the left, the path continues, turning sharply around a corner and out of sight. To his right stands a nondescript two story building, perhaps a house. On one side a large tree’s branches reach up and over its flat roof. And while the walls are painted a dark color, adding to the home’s mystery, there’s something welcoming about it. There aren’t many windows, but the lights are on in most of them, the curtains all drawn shut. Barely visible, painted in a hue just one tint lighter than the walls, is a small sign reading “House of Desire - walk ins welcome” in aurebesh.

Ah.

He thinks again about the credits in his pocket. Doesn’t he deserve one night of relief? He could certainly use it.

Reluctantly, he approaches the door and stands at the entrance. The cylindrical eye of a TT-8L gatekeeper droid extends abruptly from the peephole, focusing on Crosshair’s face before quickly retreating with a slam. The door slides open.

The entryway opens directly into a comfortable living room with a plush sofa set behind a low, circular holo table. A set of stairs runs parallel against the back wall where he sees two sets of legs disappearing up to the second floor. An older pantoran woman stands regally at the center of it all, her hands clasped low in front of her body.

“Welcome to the House of Desire. How can I help you?” She asks, motioning for him to take a seat.

Crosshair reluctantly approaches the sofa, carefully unholstering his rifle so he can sit comfortably. The woman seems entirely unbothered by his armored appearance and weapon as she takes a seat across from him.

“Can I offer you anything to drink? Perhaps an herbal tea?”

He simply nods and she immediately comms someone to bring them a pot.

“It’s your first time here, I gather,” she says with a smile, tapping the table’s control panel and projecting a menu of options. “Let’s start with some questions,” she suggests.

Crosshair visibly stiffens and she smiles knowingly, “Don’t worry, we understand the…sensitive nature of our business. There's no need to divulge your full identity here, only what’s necessary to ensure the safety of our girls.”

He hums in acknowledgement as she asks him for a name, to which he declines, instead opting for an identification number — ironic choice for a clone who’d only ever wanted to be recognized as a person, but different times and all that.

She conducts a full health screening, including a body scan for signs of contagious infections and disease. Finding him healthy, she takes note in his registration file as she explains the rules of conduct within the House. He agrees, signing his newly issued identification number.

“Alright, that about does it,” she says, navigating the holotable program to a roster of the House’s available girls (although the word “girls” is a fairly restrictive industry term it seems, as the catalog features people of all life forms and genders). He peruses a catalog of full body, three dimensional holos, each one including detailed information about their specialties, likes, and dislikes.

The options feel endless and he swipes through each one almost mindlessly, trying to narrow down his criteria. It seems like there’s something for everyone here.

He’s on the verge of making a random selection until one catches his eye. He’s not sure exactly what draws him to you specifically, as many of the girls are what he’d consider pretty — he wouldn’t have a hard time getting in the mood with many of them, truthfully. But there’s something about your entry that makes him stop and piques his interest more than the others.

He silently glances at the madame and she smiles, making note of his selection in his file and sending a message to you.

“Oh, you’ll like her,” she says, pulling a small card from the holo table. She hands it to him before inviting him to follow her up the stairs.

“This is your membership chit. Bring it whenever you visit,” she explains, “you can also plug it into your data pad to make appointments with or contact any girls you’ve had sessions with before.”

He pockets the chit as they walk up the stairs and down the hall to a door marked simply with the number 04.

She knocks gently and a voice answers from within, granting permission to enter. The door slides open to a dimly lit bedroom awash in the dreamy, soothing glow of candlelight. Taking a tentative step inside, he immediately feels his tense shoulders relax as he breathes in the light scent of jogan-blossoms and Felucian jasmine. The gentle plucking of strings, the song more atmospheric than melodic, plays quietly in the background.

“Enjoy your visit.”

Crosshair whips his head around, startled from his reverie by the madadme’s farewell. She shuts the door with a swish, leaving him suddenly feeling very self aware of how dirty his armor is.

“Please make yourself comfortable,” a voice calls from the adjoining refresher, “you can store your rifle and armor in the wardrobe. Unless you’d prefer to keep it on.”

Still hesitant, he finds the aforementioned wardrobe and shrugs off his weapon, next unclipping each piece of armor slowly. Once down to his bodysuit, he looks around the room feeling uncertain about his decision but ultimately resigned to it. He sits down on the sofa, hands clasped together and body hunched over, one leg bouncing anxiously in anticipation.

“Well hello there.”

He stills before finally lifting his gaze. Fuck. You’re even more beautiful in person. The holo doesn’t do you justice.

You walk towards him slowly, exaggerating the sway of your hips, each step shifting the hem of your deep red negligée in the most tantalizing way. This thing was designed specifically to send him to an early grave — he’s sure of it.

You stop in front of him, trying to suppress a smile, mirth dancing in your eyes. He realizes his jaw has been hanging open and he shuts it immediately, averting his eyes. Caught.

“May I?” You ask with a chuckle, motioning to the seat beside him. He continues to avoid your gaze but nods once.

Cautiously, you lay a hand on his bicep.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” you coo, “you can look. Isn’t that why we’re both here?”

He’s got a lot of shame and pride, you think to yourself when he doesn’t acknowledge you.

You smooth your hand up to his shoulder and down his back, feeling the defined muscle beneath your palms.

“Let’s get the boring stuff out of the way first,” you say, shifting to a more businesslike tone. He finally turns to look at you. “Lay down some ground rules and talk about what you want to do.”

You forge ahead. “I ask all my guests to wear a biosheath for the duration of our sessions.” You reach into a jar sitting on a side table, pulling out a foil packet and handing it to him. He accepts it with a silent nod and you smile, pleased that he seems unphased by this request. A good sign.

“Additionally — and I’ll understand if you’d like to find another girl — I will not kiss my guests on the mouth.”

Crosshair raises a brow, surprised by this rule, but nods in agreement. You sigh with relief.

“At any time, you and I are able to renegotiate any activity if either of us begins to feel uncomfortable.

I like to use a color system. Red means stop. Yellow for proceed with caution. And green for go. Does that work for you?”

Another nod.

You laugh. “Talkative I see.”

He shoots you a withering look and you laugh harder.

You move to stand in front of him, using a gentle hand to push him back against the seat.

“Relax,” you say lowly as you swing a leg over his lap to straddle him, running your palms up his firm chest. “Is this okay?”

You grind your hips down against his experimentally, feeling him grow hard beneath his pants. His breath hitches and you take this moment to firmly place his hands on your waist.

“Is that a yes?” You ask, only to be met with obstinance and his silent, piercing gaze. You tsk, “I need to know you want this.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes, “why else would I be here?”

What a brat.

“People come here for all kinds of reasons,” you explain, soothing your hands over his shoulders. “Some people come to watch or be watched,” you grind down again, nipping at his ear, “some people just want me to hold their hand.”

“Now,” you whisper, “what about you? What do you want?” You ask, letting your breath fan against his neck. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat attempting to adjust himself, but there’s no hiding how turned on he is beneath the skin tight bodysuit.

Truthfully, he hadn’t thought this far. The entire journey had been fairly spontaneous and he didn’t think he’d have, well, options. He’s never had options before. Not any so straightforwardly given anyway.

You crawl off of his lap, dancing your fingers along his shoulders as you circle the sofa to drape your arms around him from behind. Your hands explore his upper body and you feel his muscles begin to relax when you massage his neck.

“I…want to watch you,” he says finally. “And then I want to fuck you until you scream.”

You hum in agreement. “That sounds like a good plan. You’re so tense,” you muse, digging your thumb into a particularly large knot. He groans involuntarily — something between pleasure and pain.

“How about a massage first? Then you can watch me play with myself.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, palming himself over his pants. You smile impishly.

“I’m gonna take that as an enthusiastic ‘yes’,” you tease, leading him to the bed and slipping your fingers below the hem of his top. He pulls it over his head, and you nearly gasp. Brown skin pulled taut over some…significant muscle development has your eyes bulging. You thought his body suit was leaving nothing to the imagination but apparently there was much more to see.

Maker, you think to yourself.

It’s now his turn to smirk, making you look away embarrassed, caught off guard.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” he teases, “you can look. Isn’t that why we’re both here?”

You roll your eyes. “Get on the bed.”

He doesn’t respond, but he smirks at you knowingly as he lies face-down.

“So tell me,” you start, massaging the scented oil over a particularly nasty scar across his shoulder blade, “what do you do for work? I’m guessing you’re a bounty hunter.”

“…something like that,” he answers evasively. You hum thoughtfully, finally deciding to cater to his preference for silence as you work over his tired muscles.

He sighs and you smile to yourself, pleased to be able to offer this man some relief. You crawl onto the bed, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle his back as you continue.

Your fingers work into a tattoo of a skull over the number 99 written in aurebesh and you wonder about its meaning knowing you shouldn’t push him too much. The man is like a stray, injured tooka — skittish and deeply suspicious but desperately in need of affection and attention.

“What? No more inane questions?”

You chuckle - Maker this man is infuriating. “Tons. But I won’t pry. You’ll tell me everything I want to know in your own time.”

He scoffs, “Awfully confident, aren’t we?”

You only smile and hum in response as you dig your fingers into a particularly tense knot of muscle. He hisses, turning his head in an attempt to scowl at you. You laugh.

It’s not everyday you’re actually attracted to a guest, but there’s definitely a level of sexual chemistry here that’s unusual for your experience. His kriffing back of all things is getting you hot and bothered. Without even realizing it, you begin to grind yourself down on his ass, your breath growing heavy as you mewl softly.

Crosshair can feel you becoming needy and it makes him feel ready to burst. He’s been rock hard since you’ve entered the room and he knows that if he so much as ruts into the mattress he’ll come in his pants like some shiny fresh from Kamino.

He growls, finally flipping you over and caging you in between his arms.

“I said I wanted to watch,” he breathes, pupils blown wide with lust. You swallow and nod, almost paralyzed by his hungry gaze, before he releases you.

He pulls up a chair and takes a seat, lounging with his legs spread wide and one hand cupping his bulge. Grabbing the hem of your negligée, you begin to pull it off but he stops you suddenly.

“Leave it on.”

He looks like a king. The way one arm drapes casually over the seat’s back. The way his eyes devour you. Everything about him thrills you, shooting electricity down your spine. It’s been ages since you’ve felt this nervous energy performing for a guest.

You make a show of it. Biting your lip and massaging your breasts. You tweak a nipple and mewl in pleasure as your chest begins to heave with heavy breaths.

“Fuck, kitten, yes” he groans, using every ounce of self control not to stroke himself, “play with your pretty pussy. Show me what you like.”

Obediently, you sit back against the pillows, letting your legs fall open to put yourself on display. You pull your soaking panties to the side and run your fingers through your glistening folds to gather the wetness. Without breaking eye contact, you bring them to your lips and dart your tongue out to lick them before sucking with an obscene moan.

Crosshair grinds his teeth together so hard they nearly break. He doesn’t even know what to focus on anymore. The outline of your pebbled nipples through the silky fabric? Your lips wrapped deliciously around your fingers? The other hand rubbing circles over your clit?

“Fuck your fingers,” he demands, voice painfully strained. You obey, releasing your fingers with a pop before plunging them into your cunt. “Such a fucking good girl,” he praises.

You can’t help but to cry out in frustration as you try to reach that impossible place within you, working both hands feverishly to chase your high.

“That’s right, kitten, is that how you like it? Add another finger for me,” he grits.

You comply, panting heavily, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Before you know it you hear the violent clattering of the chair being upturned. You feel his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking your hand away. Your cry of frustration quickly morphs into one of pleasure as he plunges two fingers into your tight hole, scissoring them until you snap, coming with a scream as his fingers fuck your through your high.

By the time you’re able to see him again through heavy lids and the aftershocks of your orgasm have subsided, he’s desperately rolling the biosheath down his thick cock.

“Hands and knees,” he rasps, barely in control of his desire.

You scramble to obey, arching your back deliciously and presenting yourself to him with a wiggle of your ass. He kneads your cheeks, reverently admiring the way his fingers sink into the plush meat there.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. Fuck me,” you respond breathlessly.

Grabbing you firmly by the hips, he finally guides himself into your waiting heat and, finding no resistance, sheathes himself to the hilt in one stroke.

You both groan in unison as he stretches you open for the first time.

He hunches over you, fondling your breasts. “I won’t be gentle,” he whispers into your ear. He feels your walls clench around him as he ruts into you.

“Good,” you breathe.

Fuck, you’re going to be the death of him.

Raising himself back up, he grips your hips and begins to pound into you mercilessly, taking out years of pent up frustration as his fingers dig deep into your flesh. For the first time in a long time, he feels in control, using you for his own pleasure.

“You’re such a fucking good girl. Listen so well. Letting me destroy this tight cunt,” he growls.

You can do nothing but grip the sheets as he pistons his hips into you, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each thrust. You’re sure the other girls can hear it. The lewd squelching. The slap of his hips against your ass. Your pathetic moans. Apparently this man is silent except during sex.

“Yes. I’ll do anything you ask, sir. Make me feel so good,” you mewl. His rhythm begins to falter as he reaches his high, finally plunging himself deeply as he comes undone. His release triggers your own and you scream, your walls clamping down on his cock, milking him until he’s spent.

Panting, he pulls out, carefully removing the biosheath and disposing of it, only to collapse back onto the mattress when he returns.

“Maker,” you breathe with a hand resting on your sweaty forehead, “that was —that was…“ you laugh in disbelief as you struggle to catch your breath. He doesn’t respond so you enjoy a moment to come down from your high.

The candlelight is beginning to dim as some candles flicker out. The music has long since reached its last track. The two of you lay in contented silence for some time as you softly caress his bare skin, walking your fingers up his arms and smoothing your hand down his back in soothing motions.

You get an inkling when you feel his pliant body first becoming tense beneath your touch.

Before you know it, he’s trembling, his shoulders shaking more and more violently as he begins to sob. It starts as silently but soon devolves into wretched cries, his voice rough with pain. You gather him into your arms, letting him hide his face in your neck as you cradle him, gently rocking your body until you both fall asleep.

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By the time your alarm chirps and the sun begins to stream in through the curtains, he’s gone. You wake up to an empty bed and a stack of credits on the nightstand.

You lay back down, clasping your hands behind your head and sigh contentedly.

You wonder if you’ll ever see him again.

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A/N: 🫠 uh i Guess i hope you enjoyed?

#tbb #the bad batch #crosshair x reader #crosshair x fem!reader #tbb crosshair x reader #atonement #crosshair x f!reader #crosshair smut

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bokutosbiceps · 10 months

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somewhere beyond the sea

usopp x gn!reader | fluff | 1.9k words

warnings: none!

a/n: i wrote this for you, coco ( @usoppsstar ). i hope i did your boy justice! i love usopp + hope he isn't too ooc but also i find him so cute in this, so hopefully you will too 😁 as always, pls lemme know what you think !!

usopp fidgeted with his fingers as he stood in front of your door. it had been a while since he last saw you, since he was last in dressrosa. he stared up at the threshold of your cottage, the wooden doorframe he had helped to lift, the strong stone walls that he'd helped repair after the battle in dressrosa all those months ago.

his mind was going a million miles a minute, wondering how you'd changed, if you'd even changed, if you still liked him, if you'd even liked him in the first place. what if you didn't even remember him?

swallowing the doubt that was bubbling up within him, he pushed the heavy wooden door to your cottage open.

“y-y/n?” he said cautiously and quietly before clearing his throat and willing his voice to go a few octaves deeper. “y/n!” he called, more confident. “your–the great usopp has returned!” he grinned proudly as he stood in the doorway, hands on his hips and chest puffed out.

the only thing that met him was silence. your single roomed cottage was empty, save for a few birds that had perched on your open window in front of your workbench.

he frowns and steps forward into your cottage, despite the fact that you're not home, eyes set on your workbench.

he finds a gadget in the center of the bench, no doubt what you'd been working on most recently, and picks it up gently, turning it over in his hands as he inspects it. he lets out a chuckle through his nose, recognizing the gadget as a brand new slingshot that allows the user for quick reload.

this brings him back to how he met you, how he'd gone into town looking for stronger weapons for himself, and how you'd found him in town after luffy had brought doflamingo down.

he had been skeptical, at first, when you had told him you could upgrade his current weapons, but he followed you back to your cottage out of sheer curiosity. working together, you repaired and upgraded his weapons, and he found himself returning to your cottage every day until the straw hats had to move on to the next adventure.

and, of course, he remembers the almost kisses you two almost shared. whenever working on a gadget together and your hands touch when reaching for the same thing, turning to stare deeply into each other’s eyes. then you or usopp would pull away, a spluttering, blushing mess.

now here he was, coming back after all this time just to see you. and you weren't here. just my luck, he chuckles to himself, pulling the rubber of the slingshot and aiming at nowhere in particular.

the door to your cottage opens, startling usopp and causing him to let go of the rubber, yelping in pain as the band slaps against his fingers.

“that's why you don't mess with things that aren't yours…” usopp turns toward the person who spoke these teasing words and his eyes land on you. he feels every single muscle in his body tense upon looking at you, immediately noticing how you've changed.

how is it possible that they’ve gotten even more perfect since the last time i saw them? usopp stares in disbelief, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes wide. you tilt your head to the side, raising an eyebrow at his behavior, but a teasing smile on your lips nonetheless.

usopp suddenly becomes self aware and clears his throat, relaxing (mostly) and offering you a cool smile.

“well, you shouldn't keep defective slingshots for master snipers like me to hurt themselves with. i see a weapon, i use it, you know! it should work properly!” usopp huffs proudly, crossing his arms over his chest and pointing his noise in the air. a slow, silly smile spreads from the corner of his mouth as he peers down at you.

you let the same goofy smile spread across your lips as you approach usopp, first walking and then running into his arms. you finally reach him and press your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and sighing happily.

“how have you been, y/n?” usopp hugs you back tightly before bringing you out of the embrace and holding you away from him so he can look at you.

you immediately set off, talking at the speed of light as you rush around your cottage, showing usopp all of your different inventions and gadgets and smiling as he ooh’s and aah’s at all of them.

“you were gone for a really long time so…i was able to make a lot of new things!” you say with a half hearted smile, trying your best to make your voice sound completely normal. like you didn't at all mind that usopp just came into your life, made you smitten, and then simply left.

you know he doesn't live in dressrosa, you know he technically didn't have an obligation to come back, so you should be grateful he's here now…right?

but the truth was, you had missed him while he was gone. missed him like an ember of your twin flame had fallen into the ash and fizzled out, afraid it’d never reignite again. until now. you weren't going to waste this opportunity.

usopp notices the slight, not very well hidden frown on your face and he mirrors it, moving over to where you're refilling the little water dish that you set out on your window sill for the birds. he hesitates before reaching out to lightly touch your shoulder.

“listen…y/n…” usopp starts, trying to come up with an excuse to his prolonged absence. but he finds none. his life as a pirate grants a sense of freedom, adventures last for as long as you stretch them, and the nomad lifestyle is a given. but it means that sometimes he has to leave the people he loves behind.

so usopp decides an apology is in order. he's not sure what he’s apologizing for, but he'd apologize for anything and everything under the sun if it meant you'd stop frowning.

“i’m sorry i was gone for so long. we've visited so many places and, oh, listen to this! we went to a country with samurai and i fought this giant–” you stop usopp with a smile and a gentle touch on his cheek.

oh, how you missed his stories.

“there’s nothing to apologize for, usopp. the only thing that matters is how you're here now!” you will your frown to dissipate and replace it with a bright grin.

usopp feels himself relax, moving to turn around and lean on the window sill so he can look at you.

“so how long are you strawhats staying this time?” you ask, finding yourself worried for the answer.

usopp hums, arching his eyebrow and grinning down at you. “you said ‘you strawhats’?”

you nod slowly, a confused expression painted onto your face. usopp just continues to grin.

“luffy is very gracious at times, you know. he tells me ‘usopp, you're the one in charge of this ship, so tell us where we should go next!’ so i tell him ‘drop me off at dressrosa! i have someone to see!’ then he says–”

“usopp, can you please just answer my question?” you interrupt with a giggle, making him smile sheepishly.

“for a longer time, two months, maybe.” usopp says finally, his sheepish smile still brushed across his lips. the truth is, the strawhats had to stop back at dressrosa because luffy had heard a new lead on the one piece here, and robin had said it would take her a while to find the clue. perhaps two months? is what she had said.

“two months isn't that long, you know.” you can't help but smile, because two months is still more time than you'd had with him before.

“not long enough for you, huh?” usopp resumes his proud facade, laughing with hearty vigor at your response. “you want to spend more time basking in god usopp’s glory, right?”

you just smile and listen to him, feeling how your heart was wrenching itself from your chest, missing listening to usopp’s stories and in disbelief that he was really standing before you now. you could not waste this chance.

you step forward and wrap your arms around him again, feeling your face heat up and your heart race. “there's no amount of time that would be long enough with you, usopp.” you say quietly, muffled, keeping your face buried in his chest.

usopp stares down at the top of your head in disbelief, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. she's touching me, she's touching me again! what do i do? do i hug her back? does she want that? should i make a move? what if she doesn't–

usopp fights furiously against these feelings, no longer wanting his cowardice to stop himself from getting the things he so badly craves. so badly desires.

he steps back slightly, causing you to let go of him and look up at him in embarrassment.

you open your mouth to apologize for hugging him so suddenly but are left speechless when usopp takes your chin between his thumb and index finger. he looks serious. you gulp.

“y/n, i was going to ask you…would you join me on the sunny?”

“like right now? lemme grab a couple of things–” you turn to collect some things from your work bench but usopp places his other hand on the small of your back, stopping you firmly.

“no…” usopp takes a deep breath, avoiding your gaze at all costs. “when we leave dressrosa, will you come with us? with me?” his eyes finally land back on you, and there it is again. seriousness.

a beat of silence ensues as you let his proposal sink in. suddenly, it seeps into your brain and dissipates and your eyes widen.

“me? live on a ship?” you chuckle nervously, wringing your hands and bouncing your gaze around the four walls of your cottage. “i wouldn't even–how would i–why?”

usopp doesn't recognize himself right now, but he's grateful for that. he's needed to do this since he spent all that time with you before. he leans in slowly, cautiously, and brushes his lips against yours, arms pulling you to his chest and holding you close. he decides he’s never going to let you go again.

“because i've left too many people behind, people i love. and i'm tired of doing that. we deserve to be happy, right?” usopp says, pulling away from the embrace and molding his lips into a calm smile. for some reason he's not internally screaming, he's not spontaneously combusting, yet he just kissed the girl of his dreams.

maybe that's how it's supposed to feel when it's right.

you stand there, dumbly, only able to look at usopp’s face, still searching for any semblance of joking, teasing, story telling. you could find none. only the seriousness remained. so you wrap your arms back around his neck and tug him back down to seal your lips onto his for a second time. you hoped your kiss would convey the resounding yes that was bursting from within your heart.

taglist: coco but she's already tagged | @bowsa-jr | @pileofmush just bc you said you had a crush on jacob this morning LOL

#one piece #op #usopp #usopp x reader

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nehswritesstuffs · 6 months

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Day 1 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day One: Jean Bart - Cursed

457 words; I know the rules state that entries should be safe for work, but I also know each workplace is different, so I will be listing different qualifiers for each one; today’s warning includes references to Jean Bart’s past, as we all know that is not sfw by any means; these are going to end up being short because I said so (and I need some things that are shorter bites to practice on); very much NOT beta-read holy shit pls I’m on a time crunch here

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The skin on his back crawled.

It had not done so in a while, to the point he nearly forgot the sensation. How long had it been…? Months, at least…

His skin feels like fire. No, like ants. Not quite—like flaming ants that are just beneath the burn that’s centered on his back. He freezes in the middle of the town square, only for Clione and Bepo to stop walking as well.

“What’s wrong?” the Mink asked. “You’re acting strange.”

“It’s… there’s something that’s not right,” he replied. The large man glanced around the square—it was no different than any other seafaring port they had frequented since he had joined under the Captain. Everything looked normal, and yet…

…oh.

“There’s someone here,” he said gravely. “There’s someone like me.”

“You sure about that, big guy?” Clione asked quietly. “How can you tell?”

“I simply can.” Jean Bart moved his way through the crowd, using his scar as a guide; the more it itched, the closer he was. The trio eventually came to the entrance of an alleyway, where there was a figure hunched behind a stack of broken crates, back to the wall as they shivered in the Spring Island’s autumn.

“No…” the figure said, shaking their head in a motion so shallow and quick they might as well have been merely shaking. “I can’t go back.”

“You won’t,” Jean Bart said firmly. He held out his hand and tried to put the most sobering face on he could. “We have the same curse, in the same place, I imagine.”

“You… you were also…?” The figure leaned forward slightly, trying to get a look at good look at the trio. A scar ran down the side of their face, marring the skin so severely it looked like it had been extra branding, the scab tissue picked at and picked at until what remained was a gnarled mess. Was this a man…? For all the pirates could tell… though their voice dropped as they whispered, “a slave…?”

“I was a member of the Household of Saint Charlos,” Jean Bart confirmed. The person’s eyes went wide with hope. “I don’t know how you found your way here, but I know where you can go where no collar waits.”

“Where…?”

“With the man I will follow ‘til my dying day: Captain Trafalgar Law. He does not care for curses and neither does the rest of the crew.” Jean Bart stretched his hand out a bit further. “Welcome.”

Was the Captain a little irritated that they came back from the market with what marked their eighteenth mouth to feed? Yes, just a little, but he also, really, truly, couldn’t say no… not as long as they had the bunkspace.

#HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Jean Bart One Piece #Heart Pirates #One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #fan fiction #Jean Bart is just such an interesting bit character and I'm super curious as to why he even is a thing (affectionate)#then again. it is Oda. he works in mysterious ways #my wedding present to you dear reader #yes that's today and that's why this is queued to go off when it is lol

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asexualbookbird · 5 months

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Hello! Do you mind sharing the edible cookie dough recipe you tried ? I've been trying to find it on IG but I trust you more than the 500 random videos I've seen.

yeah doesnt help that they implemented the new "ask meta ai!" shit instead of a proper search

this was the video that kept showing up in my feed in fb AND insta. I did see the original vid too but ignored it because fitness bullshit but I stumbled across enough of Liams videos to think hes pretty decent and transparent.

I did not follow that recipe because I hate almond flour and also peanut butter. I used oat flour instead and vanilla protein powder and nestle mini chocolate chips. I tried the m&ms and it was awful do not recommend tbh even if it WAS that our m&ms were Bad the acid in the yogurt melted the dye off the m&ms and made the mixture soooo gross looking (and if you can taste the dye like i can then its also a bad time!)

I also made a batch this morning without any sugar at all and found i dont need it so will be leaving it out in the future. Oh i had been using brown sugar which i think gave it more of that cookie dough flavor than maple syrup or honey would.

I don't pay too much attention to measurements, I go by consistency, but roughly I use

2 cups of old fashioned oats (i use bobs red mill gluten free oats)

2 scoops of vanilla milkshake protein powder (i honestly just grabbed the smallest container my grocer had, but recently bought the quest brand and will try that next time)

fage greek yogurt, plain, 5% fat (because fuller fat yogurt tastes better! fight me! I'm not doing this for ~healthy~ uwu im doing this for Please Get Protein In Your Body I Beg), this is where I eyeball it. I add more yogurt if it's too thick, a large spoonful at a time.

I put the oats and protein in a food processor, and then add the yogurt, but if you use preground alt flour you can jhst use a bowl. I recommend adding everything a little at a time into whatever is thickest (so if you use peanut butter, add yogurt to that, and then the flour and protein).

Also a friend tried this with regular flour and a non whey based protein and a non dairy yogurt and was. Non enthused. I'm sure if you play around with the flavors YOU like you can find something but I don't think this can be made dairy free tbh but I also tried every DF yogurt I could find and they were all disgusting. So. (also ifnyou use regular flour pls bake it first. but tbh i dont really recommend it bc raw wheat flour just. doesnt add the same flavor oat or nut flours do.)

I'm also curious about using chocolate protein powder and nutella I think that'd taste gr8. Outside if the absurd cost of protein powder, this really is a good base recipe to use if you wanna try messing around with recipes you find online. People may give me flack for drastically changing this recipe but pls I based it off my moms oatmeal cookies all it was missing was coconut flakes lol

#bookbird babbles #ezra gets a letter #food #SORRY I RAMBLED #ive for real eaten this nearly every day since i found it #i just make a large batch and eat a spoonful after dinner #sometimes for breakfast #its a great way to eat yogurt because it doesnt taste like yogurt! especially after its been sitting in the firdge overnight!!!!#and i realy do feel better eating yogurt in a way just taking probiotics doesnt do #i should look for different mini chocolate chips but nestle is always the cheapest and most palatable at the store :/

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 10 months

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ARI IM BREAKING IN AND SHAKING YOU SO HARD RN. u think u could just drop those tags on my post AND LEAVE???!!!! im literally so giddy rn because u get it……u get it so bad

“knightly demeanour vs animalistic tendencies…gentle nature vs his violent actions” my knuckles are white im clenching my fist so hard rn because!!! ur so right there IS something just Off about the guy isnt there?? “simmering” UGH THATS SUCH A GOOD WORD like its there but it isnt so obvious at first because he truly believes hes a good person, fighting for a good cause, helping the weak, protecting vulnerable towns and villages!! but its also the fact that like that isnt really what hes fighting for deep down in his heart. im still messing with this but tell me what u think!! i think hes just the slightest bit misguided (by slight and bit i mean a lot❤️) and has no clue how to view his knighthood because he doesnt get to choose!! he doesnt get to choose who he has to raise his sword for and who he has to bend the knee for

BLARGG i got carried away but im so glad u liked the little drabble🫶🏽🫶🏽knight!sugu lives in my head rent free, im so glad someone else is crazy about him hes so hot

PEHJDJSJD MOSS????? ur making the brainrot worse pls stop 😭😭 this is gonna get extremely long i think just bear w me </3 god i adore ur take on him SO much i cant even explain it

moss. grabs ur shoulders. no because youre actually a genius. i was already sold but i never even considered how perfect a knight au is for suguru holy shit????? UR SO RIGHT. ALWAYS. he is ABSOLUTELY misguided and i think there are so many possibilities for his character in an au like this…

its so similar to his canon circumstances but also Not. and there’s that whole other factor of knighthood and honour thats so different from sorcerers because sorcerers can be (and SHOULD be) a little insane in the head but knights have to be Perfect. but then they also have to be Human and the tragedy is that u cant be both at once. (more on that later 🔥🔥 im normal abt this concept)

this is just my own take on sugu but!! i see him as like… Obsessively Moral. in the sense that he follows his own morals without thinking about anything else. almost destructively. and god moss the way that could translate into a knight au…..

just. suguru being born with so much empathy and strenght (and also that one simmering Thing that makes him a bit off) and immediately being recognized by the people around him. being branded a knight and given a sword to Protect people with. a purpose that he devotes himself wholly to, pledging himself to the protection of the people around him, and finding genuine satisfaction out of helping them (while also getting his kicks out of killing monsters bc it satisfies that one little simmering Urge he has). and the people love him and he loves them!!!

but then we get into the concept of knighthood (which im extremely normal about) and how fucked up and paradoxical it is. bc knights are supposed to Protect but also Kill. and they have to do both. suguru is given a sword to Protect people with but swords only do one thing and that is Kill. so how could he not get a little addicted to the way it feels?

its just sooo… messed up. honestly. knights are branded as heroes and saviors and theyre loved by all but deep down theyre more like dogs who have to lunge in whichever direction their superior throws a bone at. ”he doesnt get to choose who he has to raise his sword for and who he has to bend the knee for” <- LITERALLY THIS. he has to be obedient because knights are defined by Loyalty above all else and there are…. SO many ways that could fuck suguru up mentally.

him being seen as a Perfect Knight… having love for the people hes sworn himself to protect but also an undeniable love for violence…. and having no choice but to do what his king tells him to. its just bound to go wrong!! and when it does he’ll have no choice but to bear the blame alone bc thats what a good knight is supposed to do.

like im just imagining knight!sugu having a similar crisis to canon sugu in which he fails to protect someone, or has to sacrifice a certain amount of people to save more, or maybe just has to Kill something in a very gruesome way. and then slowly people turn their backs on him. maybe not entirely shut him out or anything, but now there’s this tension when he walks in and he sees a hint of fear in the eyes of the people he used to speak to so warmly.

and its just this nausea that he cant get rid of because hes spent his LIFE protecting these people. its all he knows. its what he was born for. and now theyre afraid of him? when he does nothing but devote himself to them? when all he ever did was save them over and over again? i can just imagine that contempt building up inside his stomach. slowly rotting.

and then suddenly all he can think is how ungrateful they are, how weaklings who cant protect themselves should just sit still and let him do it for them……. Yeah. i just think knight!sugu could be corrupted so easily because of how kind and moral he is (the traits that made him a Perfect Knight in the first place . throws up blood)

anyway all this just to say knight!sugu is genuinely the hottest sugu ive ever seen in my life not even kidding thank u for feeding me 🙏🙏🙏 i SCREAMED when i saw it in ur masterlist. if i saw him beat the shit out of a monster w his bare hands i would fold instantly and follow him wherever even if he went crazy and got banished <33 rip to the rest of the village but im different

#im sorry for writing an essay in response to ur casual ask PDJXJKCJC he makes me!! insane!!!#i rly wasnt kidding when i said u changed my life w that drabble moss </3 #god just. the angst possibilities…. but also just in general i love knight sugu !! :’3 i think i could save him. i think he could fix me.#the inherent tragedy of knighthood as a concept vs the inherent tragedy of Suguru Geto who wins #ask tag ✩

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Hello 👋👋👋

I absolutely LOVE all of your writings!!!! I’ve read everything you’ve made so many times and this is the first time I have ever asked any author anything but I recently wanted to start writing!

I’ve never written something from start to finish because I get so self conscious about putting my work out there and nobody liking it but I’ve recently been trying to push myself out of my comfort zone and I want to upload some of my own works. (Wish me luck🥲🥲🥲)

So I wanted to know if you could give me some tips and advice for writing and also any tips you have for writing yanderes

Thank you so much for all the creative works you give us, I have read through everything so many times I find such great comfort in them!!! Anyway I don’t want to take up anymore of your time but I also don’t know how to end this so I love you and thank you 😊

Omg!! hello new friend! Thank you for such sweet words :') I appreciate them and you, ur too sweet omfg ❤️🥺

Okay so first, and what I feel is the most important tip I can offer, is to Write. 👏🏼 What. 👏🏼You.👏🏼 Want.👏🏼

It's simple but some of the best piece of writing advice I can offer.

As long as you're enjoying what you're putting out into the world, that's all that matters, even if people don't like it or it doesn't get as much interaction as you may have hoped, don't stop doing what you enjoy! (Fun fact, I started this blog bec I had read damn near everything yandere for my fandoms and needed more, I pulled a Thanos)

If you have passion for creating then do it, even if it's only a sentence a day, you're crafting entire worlds with your words! You are in control here, the pace and energy of your pieces is up to you, so set the tone however you like.

For me? I knew I wanted to write about a specific type of yandere, the kind that aren't physically abusive to their darlings, or all the other darker shit that comes with this beloved trope, the genuinely love sick, I found my brand of content that I enjoyed consuming and started creating it with all my favorite parts of the trope mashed together in a beautiful mess, all that to say, ask yourself what kind of Yandere stories you enjoy consuming and why?

What about those particular plots appeal to you?

Once you narrow that down it'll be easier to find your groove, also don't be afraid to try different styles or characterization or AU's the possibilities for this journey are endless and I for one can't wait to see what you come out with, I hope this was helpful!! Pls let me know if there's anything I do to help ya, love ya lots!

-Onmyyan

P.s. if you're comfortable I'd love to follow your writing blog, but only if you're comfortable of course, absolutely no pressure on this end ❤️

#yananswers #anon submission #writing tips #yandere writing #yandere #yandere writing tips

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spxcenotic · 4 months

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MY GANGSTER BOYS

more abt them under the break🥹

Caden (R): Gangster, Antiquarian

When they are in public, Caden takes the lead. He makes sure Spade is close to him (not that he has much a choice, anyway… he’s practically attached to the hip.) Caden is kind of like his model of how to act in public and what to do, etc.

Caden is Spade’s safe space. He’s always seen with Caden, especially in New York’s busy streets, Caden will take Spade’s hand and walk together through the streets. Crosswalks and road rules confuse him.

Caden notices everything: Every tic, every expression, every little blush that spreads across Spade’s face.

Spade (L): Gangster, Illusionist

-> Spade was written by an actual autistic person !! pls don't start stuff in the replies <3

Spade has autism and struggles with coordination and motor skills. He can’t tell where his body ends and the other person’s body begins and spaces between, so he is always bumping into people, coming off as rude, building into his ‘mean’ persona.

His coordination issues also are with eating. He often makes a mess when he eats, and doesn’t really know how to put his mouth around the utensils/cups correctly. His solution is to starve until he is alone.. He only eats in private, he will always eat in his room or alone in the kitchen. If someone comes into the kitchen while he is eating, he stops until they leave.

He covers his mouth when he eats in public or when he speaks, and when he sleeps or anything, he likes to cover his mouth with his sleeve or blanket because he doesn’t know what to do with his face.

He blushes VERY quickly.

Magic tricks are perfect for his brain to manage steps and for his hands to follow them. The steps and process make more sense for him.

He won’t speak to you unless you speak first, and even then, his words are short, which also comes off as rude, but he just does not have anything to say and can’t think of small talk, it stresses him out.

Little Things<3

If Spade is there, then Caden isn’t far away, and vice versa. They’re like a double threat. You don’t wanna mess with Spade, cause then you’ll have to deal with Caden, vice versa. They're a powerful duo.

Caden playfully teaches Spade how to confidently use spoons and forks in the mirror. Caden is guiding Spade's hands, they're both giggling.

Spade can’t walk straight. When walking together, Caden often has to pull Spade back to him by his arm.

When Spade and Caden go out to eat, Caden packs home utensils for Spade to use to feel more comfortable at restaurants.

They wear matching rings on necklaces.

Caden sent Spade on a grocery trip, and it was the worst thing ever. Spade was confused, he didn't know how to maneuver a cart, he didn't know what to get, even with the list Caden gave him. He forgets which brand to get if it's not specifically stated (Caden learned this, and now writes the brand, item, and aisle on the shopping list). He freaked out when there was people in the aisles so he waited or went the long way, he was clumsy with the cart and was shaken at self checkout. When he got home, he was drained and tired and took a nap on the floor😭.

#art #digital art #oc art #character art #idv oc #identity v oc

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atlantablack · 2 years

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hiii<3 for the siken ask game, 12. you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you.

Prompt 12 - you were drinking sangria and i was throwing oranges at you. (which is from I Had a Dream About You, if anyone was wondering)

Heyyy bestieee, pls enjoy this, quite frankly, strangely soft fic my brain gave me for you <3 for the song lyric additions, this is also on Ao3

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The first year is the worst. Steve had expected that though, so it’s okay. Of course, the first year would be the worst. How could it not be when Bucky had spent so long in Hydra’s grasp, unable to even remember that he’d once had his own life.

Unable to remember Steve.

This is of course the part that stings the most, even if, in the grand scheme of things, it is the least important part.

•

The second year Bucky disappears, again, and Steve punches a hole in the wall of Tony’s gym. He doesn’t follow, as much as he wishes to. He knows Bucky, even if Bucky doesn’t know him. Which means, that he knows Bucky needs the space even if kills Steve to give it to him.

So, instead of following, he fixes the hole in the wall, goes on missions with Natasha, lets Tony teach him how to, properly, navigate the internet, and goes running with Sam. He breathes in, breathes through, receives a postcard from India seven months later, breathes deep, and breathes out.

•

The third year, Bucky comes back, and for the first time since 1945, Steve and Bucky hug. It goes on for far longer than they ever used to allow themselves to indulge. But Steve’s hands have forgotten how to unclench and Bucky is shaking apart underneath his fingertips.

The sky could collapse and he thinks he would stay standing right here, content to die if it meant forever in Bucky’s arms.

They let go eventually. Of course. But Bucky stays close and Steve does his best to stay steady.

•

The third year is hard. Easier than the first, but a challenge in and of itself.

For all that he’d thought to himself, I know him, he does in fact, know very little about this new version of Bucky. And as it turns out, Bucky knows very little of Steve, even with a large portion of his memories once again intact.

They’d both lived and died and lived again, their personalities shifting, mercurial things that no longer match up quite the same.

It doesn’t stop them from clinging to each other but it forces them to, in a way, start again. It feels a little like a curse and a lot like a second chance. A fresh sheet of paper, free of charcoal smudges and dirty fingerprints, just waiting for a masterpiece to be painted in bright, vivid watercolors.

•

The fourth year is the easiest so far, both of them settled into their skin and more confident of where they stand, both, with each other, and in this new time.

Steve had woken up in 2012 and had thought, I will never belong to this era, I will never learn to enjoy this. He’d also thought that he was alone, and maybe the absence of that loneliness is what makes all the difference. Or maybe it is simply that he’s finally accepted that he’s here to stay.

What is the point of being miserable when he can build a home and finally live? What is the point of courting tragedy when some higher power allowed Bucky to find his way back to Steve?

He thinks life is offering him a gift. He would be a fool to not grab it with both hands.

•

The fifth year they leave Stark Tower and return to their roots. A three bedroom brownstone in the heart of Brooklyn, the cobblestone signing beneath their feet, welcome home, welcome home.

Bucky kisses him in the archway and he smiles into it, throws his keys at Natasha when she snickers, and throws rice over them, making a mess all over their brand new floor. He can’t stop smiling, and thinks maybe one day, she’ll have a chance to throw the rice for real. Somewhere green, somewhere warm, both of them endlessly tired of the cold.

They turn their home into an oasis of warmth. A burgundy couch and sunset pillows. A rug shaded like the sunrise and kitchen walls like sunshine. The plants take up every window and Bucky spends hours tending to them, talking in a low voice to them as if they can drag the darkness from him. Maybe they can, he always seems lighter afterward, flushed bright with life.

There’s fresh fruit on the counter and warm bread in the oven. Coffee in the cupboard despite how little it does for either of them.

Bucky takes to making sangria, despite alcohol doing nothing at all for him. Says, I like the taste, I like the colors, what other reason do I need?

Steve bites into an orange, the taste bursting across his tongue, and watches a drop of sangria roll bright red down the column of Bucky’s throat. He throws a second orange across the table, laughs when Bucky catches it too hard and ends up with orange juice sticky in his hair.

“I’ll help you wash it out,” he says, like that hadn’t been his plan from the start.

Bucky grumbles about it, but he still leans in when Steve leans across the table to kiss him. He tastes like sunshine and the ocean and a thousand nights of longing. Which is to say, he tastes like the only religion that Steve has never lost faith in.

fin.

#stucky #tag meme #eva tag #atlanta writes #i don't go here #except i guess when it comes to emotionally harming friends I do go here

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cosmic-waves7 · 2 years

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PLS- I read your yandere househusband Dazai headcannons and my heart is 💓. So I'd like to request for the same concept but with Akutagawa and maybe Kunikida, if that's alright? Thank you for the food ahhhhhh

Notes: this request is lonnnng overdue I'm sorry, but in back on track (≧▽≦)

Doppo Kunikida

Very organised.

I mean...very very organised.

He's very strict.

Cute frilly aprons are his staple apparently and you always tease him for it.

He'll cut up cute star shaped fruits for your lunches. Don't expect little notes from him though, he's only a sap within the safety of your home.

A home he's so diligently crafted to be picture perfect for the both of you.

He's got you on a schedule just like him. A set of rules you both follow even if he's your wonderful stay at home husband.

You'll always come in from work, toeing off your shoes for a quick peck to the lips.

But tonight there's a deep loving kiss with your noses brushing lightly and a rushed mutter of dinner will be a bit later then usual.

It took forever to clean up all the blood from earlier so it's only fair he wouldn't have time for cooking just yet.

Who knew a shot to the head execution style would cause so much trouble for the rest of his day.

It was a bloody mess to clean up and his Doppo poet ability was of no help unfortunately.

But he promises he's got your clothes folded all pretty - just like they do in hotels - and your outfit picked out for tomorrow.

Kunikida never lets you have takeout, it's always delicious home cooked meals. He's had to work hard to sharpen his skills just for you after all.

But tonight he's made an exception, he's been in an awfully giddy mood lately.

It's not every day you get to kill your wife's overly friendly colleague.

The rest of the evening is spent in bruising kisses and well...other activities.

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Honestly.

You really didn't expect it from him.

A househusband? Didn't know he had it in him.

He's the type to spend hours deciding on a specific brand of orange juice in the middle of the grocery store.

Only the best for you.

That's why he's hired professional hitmen from the port mafia itself to watch over you while your out.

They're very confused to say the least on why they need to watch over your mundane life but he's the boss so there's no questioning him.

He's very particular about the order everything, not a schedule per say like kunikida. More like: my house my rules.

You joked about having him wear an apron, even bought him one as a gag gift.

At first he hated them, then one day you walk into the house and boom.

Frilly aprons part.2

They've really grown on him, he prefers the plain black ones though since you've called him hot when he wears them

He only wears them for special occasions though lol.

Which concluded to right now, you've walked into the penthouse and your sweet grumbling husband has a black apron on with his sleeves rolled up.

Carefully turning the stove off he lovingly helps your coat off your holders to quickly press down on the sore tendons and hear a hum escape you.

He's ushered you into your shared home with a kiss and his hand engulfing your own with the promise of your favourite on the stove.

So maybe you'll ignore the odd brownish splatter on his collar and the strong stench of bleach from the corridor.

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litaskick · 2 years

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my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules - cody rhodes masterlist

warnings: dom!cody, sub!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, public sex, unsafe sex (pls don’t), arguing, angry sex, ass spanking, bondage, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), not proof reader, 18+ explicit content, minors dni

a/n: i feel like there are going to be a lot of smut requests in my inbox after this, and i’m fine with that

genre: smut

pairing: cody rhodes x fem!reader

summary: Cody and you get in a heated argument, which causes him to tie your wrists together with his tie and take you right then and there in the ring.

We Handle our Problems in the Ring

You were exhausted, he was exhausted.

You were stressed, he was stressed.

You were angry, and so was he.

You were both in a rather sour mood tonight. Being on management for AEW stressed both of you out, and that would put either of you in a mood sometimes. The one in the mood tonight just so happened to be Cody. And every so often, these moods led to fights between the two of you. Just like it had tonight, since practically the beginning of the show as well. He was pissed at you for accidentally messing up paper work for a huge new brand deal for the company. The two of you had bickered about it back and forth all night long since he had found out. But now that the show was over, and it was practically just the two of you left in the arena, he was really staring to argue about it. The two of you walked out to the now empty arena as he needed to retrieve some paperwork from the commentary table. You followed behind him, still trying to defend yourself.

"Cody, it was an accident, I can't fucking help that." You sighed, sitting on the apron of the ring as he scurried through the table.

You saw him roll his eyes angrily, accompanied by a grunt. Though no words escaped him, he was ignoring you. You just let out a scoff, shaking your head lowly. You fully slid into the ring, leaning against the ropes now. Cody finally found the paperwork that he was looking for, he came over and placed the folder on the apron of the ring, looking through it.

"Are you seriously ignoring me right now? Is this seriously where we're at?" You scowled, getting tired of the silent tension between the two of you.

Cody slammed the folder shut, making his way into the ring with you. "Yes, I am seriously fucking ignoring you right now. What else am I supposed to say? You fucked up one of our biggest brand deals yet just because you weren't paying attention to the paperwork. How could you screw up that bad?" Cody yelled, it was the first time he had raised his voice at you the entire night, and it only fired you up more.

"I've told you over and over again, it was a mistake. A stupid accident, am I not allowed to make mistakes all the sudden?" You yelled back at your husband, just as angry as he was.

Cody came closer to you, anger and exhaustion clear in his blue eyes. "Y/n, it was a huge deal, and you knew that. Why weren't you paying more fucking attention?" He shouted at you, his hands flying up into the air in frustration.

You were at your last straw of the night. "If it was so fucking important, why the hell didn't you take care of it Mr. executive vice president. If it was that important, why didn't you take full control of the whole thing. Why push something so important onto me? It's your own damn fault for not talking care of it yourself." You screamed, your eyes showing crystal clear frustration.

Something in Cody snapped when those words came out of your mouth. You saw the way he held still for a moment, before ripping his tie off angrily, walking over to you faster than ever. He took both of your wrists in one hand, wrapping his blue tie around your wrists with his other hand, and finally binding your wrists together with his torn off tie. For a moment you felt everything freeze, even though all of it happened so fast. Him ripping off his tie like that caught you off guard, he never got that angry, it was almost frightening in a way. But at the same time, you found it very attractive, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't turned on by his actions. You were quickly snapped out of your haze as you watched your husband rip off his plaid blazer, angrily throwing it onto the floor of the ring. Cody was heated, you could tell by his actions. The way he was breathing heavily, the look in his eye, and the way he looked at you with frustration, but also lust. You knew what you had gotten yourself into now, and you weren't complaining. He decided to undress you himself, you kicked your shoes off as he slipped off your dress, and slipped down your panties. He unclasped your bra, taking the undergarment into his teeth before finally throwing it onto the ground with the rest of the discarded clothing. Cody viewed your nude self in front of him, before finally stripping himself. He harshly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the floor, kicked off his shoes, and let his pants fall to the ground. Cody was only left in his boxers, while you were left completely nude. He cornered you into the corner of the ring, your bare back was pressed against the turnbuckles of the ring.

"Someone needs to teach you how to do fucking behave." Cody growled in your ear. You felt your pussy get even more wet with the words he spoke.

But, you felt unsure about where you two were about to have sex.

"Cody, are you sure about doing it here, I mean people might-" You spoke, stuttering over your words a bit.

Cody shook his head, a toothy grin on his face before finally falling into a serious look, he looked you in the eyes. "That's not my name, princess." Cody whispered seductively.

You gulped, there was no changing his mind, you were about to do it right here, right now.

"What's my name?" Cody asked you.

"Daddy." You spoke quietly.

"You're going to have to say it louder than that, baby." He told you.

"Daddy, that's your name." You repeated yourself, louder this time.

"That's right baby, and what does daddy not like?" Cody questioned, a smirk on his face.

"Brats." You answered.

"And what have you been tonight?" He asked you yet another question.

"I've been a brat." You spoke truthfully.

"Yep, and what happens to brats that misbehave?"

"Daddy punishes them." You answered.

"That's right, I punish them. And that means you're in for it tonight, baby." Cody growled in your ear, giving you a surprise slap on the ass.

You moaned in surprise, the pain of the slap quickly turned to pleasure.

"You like that?" Cody questioned, giving you another slap on the ass, harder this time.

You moaned again at the contact.

"You're a dirty whore who likes it when daddy spanks her on the ass, huh?" He spoke, lightly biting your earlobe.

"Yes daddy. I'm a whore." You moaned.

"Damn right you are." Cody said, continuing to spank you on the ass with one hand, as he used his other to pull his boxers off. His hard cock springing free from the tight material.

"Put your legs around my waist." He demanded.

You did as he said, quickly rushing to wrap your legs around him. Cody pushed you into the turnbuckles even more, and without you expecting it, he slammed his dick inside of you, not even giving you time to adjust to his size. The pain at first caused you to start crying, but the pain soon turned to pleasure. Cody's pace never faltered, brutally slamming in and out of your tight pussy. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, your tears still falling from the sudden feeling. Cody used your position to his advantage, connecting his mouth to your shoulder, lightly biting and sucking on the exposed skin. You whimpered at the sudden sensation.

"You like that, huh?" Cody grunted, still thrusting in and out of you.

"Yes, sir." You whimpered.

You felt his lips form into a smirk as they were still on your skin. His lips moved over to your neck, starting to bite and suck on different areas. But soon enough, he found your sweet spot, sucking and biting on it more than any of the other areas. This got a moan out of you. Cody grunted in your ear with each thrust.

"Put your head up, princess. I want to see your face while I dumb fuck you." Cody whispered.

You did as he asked, bringing your head back up, looking him in his blue, lust filled eyes. As soon as the eye contact was made, your husband started thrusting in and out of you even faster and harder, if that was even possible.

"Shit." You cursed.

"Fuck princess, tell me how good I'm making you feel." Cody groaned, clearly getting close to his climax.

"You're making me feel so good, daddy. F-fuck, so good." You cried, tilting your head back.

"That's right, baby." Cody said huskily.

He used one of his hands to start messaging your ass, his other hand continuing to hold you up. You felt the familiar warmth and tension begin to form in your stomach.

"You're such a dumb slut for this dick." Cody growled.

You only whimpered in response to his words.

"Daddy, I'm so close, so close." You moaned.

"Me too, princess. Just hold on a minute for daddy." Cody groaned.

You noticed his thrusts begin to become sloppy. The sounds of skin slapping on skin echoed through the empty arena, followed by the sounds of your moans and Cody's guttural groans and grunts. You felt the coil in your stomach begin to tighten.

"I'm about to come, f-fuck." You moaned.

"Me too, baby. Be a little cum slut for daddy, come on." He grunted.

That's all it took for you. You felt your walls begin to tighten around Cody's cock, the coil in your belly snapping. Cody let out a loud groan as your walls tightened around him, signaling his own orgasm. Soon enough, his warm, liquid seed was shooting inside of you, making your orgasm even stronger. Cody held you head into his chest as your orgasm continued, you chanted his name like a prayer, and finally your own warm liquid was splattered on his member. You two stayed like that for a moment, still buried inside one another, your head on his chest, your sweaty bodies still tangled together, both of you trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you lifted your head back up, your eyes meeting his own blue ones, his eyes were no longer filled with anger and frustration though, they were soft, looking over your face so delicately. He put you down, your feet now touching the ground as he untied his tie from around your wrists. He brought you in for a kiss, his hand placed delicately on your cheek.

"You okay?" Cody asked, checking up on you, bringing your foreheads together.

"Yeah." You nodded gently.

There was silence between the two of you for a moment.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, it's not that big of a deal." Cody apologized, stroking your hair with his rough hands.

"It's okay." You assured him softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, tracing his neck tattoo with your finger.

"I love you, darling." He told you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too, so much." You responded, running your hands through his short, bleached hair.

Cody kissed away some of the stray tears from earlier on.

"Let's get cleaned up." Cody whispered.

#cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes fanfic #cody rhodes imagines #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes oneshots #cody rhodes smut

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rainpudding · 2 years

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hiii!!! can u do hina hikawa, rui kamishiro, & kaoru seta headcanons (separate pls!!) with a s/o who gets flustered rly easily and is very affectionate? :D

have a good day ^^

CLINGY FLUSTRATED READER X

rui hina kaoru

RUI KAMISHARO

- he isn't up for any huge affection in public. I feel like he has a problem with huge hugs or long kisses. But he is up for holding hands or quick forehead pecks. - Rui rarely sleeps he usually stays awake inventing something. So if you're very clingy and you stay awake with him to hold his hand, or you sit in his lap with your head on his shoulder he will probably melt, even more, if you're very clingy and u force him into bed to cuddle, he might get at least bit of sleep. Rui is a tease, so expect him to hug you from behind when you don't expect that. Or if you're in public and there are few people around or none at all he will probably give u a peck on the lips. And if u turn away with warm cheeks he will poke/pinch them and ask "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue" with the most innocent smirk. When he sees u in the mornings he will greet you with a kiss on the back of your hands as he bows while doing that. ITS CANON.

HINA HIKAWA

I feel like Hina is very clingy, may she not be as much in public but in private she will be like a koala. I think that before you started dating and she started to show you her affection she was very scared. Mainly when u shied away from her hugs, she thought she was making you uncomfortable and so she stopped doing that for a while. Tbh you had to explain to her that you get flustrated from affection and it's not like you don't like her or som.

She often nuzzles her face against your own or into your neck and sometimes she cuddles you for hours, she also clings to your hip and hugs you from behind (dropping her weight as u have to drag her to walk somewhere). That's however only when she is exhausted from practice. If it's a brand new day and mainly morning she would probably spare just a few kisses on the cheek as she runs to do some fun activity.

If you're affectionate too well it's going to be hard to part you from each other, you would be just glued together.

So to sum it up, Hina doesn't mind your clinginess as she holds your hand and enjoys your company. When she is tired she clings to you and she absolutely adores your flustrated face. Yeah, I can also see her telling about you to the rest of the pastel palletes, "Aya omg isn't my s/o totally cute!!" She says as she shows her a photo of your red face as you're hugging each other.

KAORU SETA

Kaoru is a little tease, so first of all, she has a million pictures of your frustrated face. She literally posts them on her ig "look at my cutest kitten" and hangs them on the wall + its her wallpaper in her phone (though if you're uncomfortable with that she will stop)

She absolutely loves teasing you, so when you come to hug her she gets this smirk on her face and starts flirting, she probably pinches your cheeks.

She is kind of like a puppy, whenever she feels like she needs comfort she would probably follow after you with these huge puppy eyes. But deny that she wants any affection.

If you play with her hair while she lies in your lap she would die from the cuteness.

She is not very affectionate in public, I mean she would flirt with you and hold your hand but any kind of small kiss or huge hug would make her face color crimson red. So if she ever teases you for being shy just kiss her in public and yall will be two frustrated messes together.

#bandori #bang dream girls band party #bandori x reader #kaoru seta x reader #hina hikawa x reader #pjsekai #proseka x reader #proseka #project sekai #hatsune miku colorful stage #pjsekai x reader #project sekai x reader #wonderland x showtime #Prosekai x reader #Proseka x reader

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silversatoru · 4 years

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hi!! i just started followed you and i love your works :)) could i request a smutty fushiguro megumi drabble/fic where he realizes he has a daddy kink?

daddy?

a/n: hi you are so sweet thank you!!! n the idea of megumi realizing he has a daddy kink is so fucking cute lmao i have been losing my mind over this idea,,,

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you call a classmate daddy in order to smuggle some homework answers and accidentally awaken a full blown daddy kink in your usually shy boyfriend

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obviously), mild manhandling, fingering

w/c: 1.6k

you really thought people would be more mature when you got to college,, or at least you hoped they would be. unfortunately, you’ve never been more wrong.

you had the most annoying busy-work assignment due tomorrow — and of course it wasn’t hard, but it was just so damn time consuming and you didn’t feel like doing it. but this is where the class group chat you were in comes in handy; you planned to ask if anyone had the answers but someone else had already beat you to it.

and then some cocky asshole who did the homework agreed to send the answers under one condition: he wanted someone to call him daddy. it was so stupid and horribly immature but this wasn’t any cocky asshole; it was a smart cocky asshole, and his answers were definitely reliable.

now, you weren’t a desperate woman, but this homework was a real pain in the ass and daddy was nothing but a word — so why not?

pls send the answers daddy, your thumbs danced across your phone and hit send before you could even think twice. a few moments later a picture of all the assignment answers came through the chat — success.

and now you could go enjoy a night out with your friends instead of wasting your time on that pointless shit. your boyfriend megumi had been waiting outside for you in his car, ready to pick you up and go to a house party a few streets up. neither of you were big party people but when your best friends nobara and yuuji were the ones throwing the party, you were obligated to attended.

megumi seemed a little off when you first hopped in the passengers seat, his facial features even more stoic than they usually were. you tried starting conversation a few times, but it was to no avail. something was clearly bothering him but he was refusing to talk about it — and then it finally clicked in your head:

“oh my god! this is about the daddy thing isn’t it?” you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when you realized megumi was in that group chat too.

his eyes rolling in annoyance and his continued silence was all you needed to confirm your theory.

“come on, gumi, i was just getting the assignment answers so we could have fun tonight,” you pouted.

“yeah i know, i just don’t really like you saying that kind of stuff to other people,” he finally spoke up, his eyebrows scrunched together in distaste.

“fine, you’re right, i shouldn’t have done it. but it’s not like you have a fucking daddy kink or anything, so relax a little,” you let out a sigh and leaned back into the seat.

and he silently agreed with you — there was no way that he had a daddy kink, right?

the rest of the car ride was mildly awkward but some of the tension between the two of you had finally settled. you wrapped your hand in his as the two of you entered the house, greeting a couple friends on the way in.

after grabbing some drinks and hanging around the entrance for a few minutes you released megumi’s hand from your own.

“i’m gonna go find nobara quick, okay? try to relax and enjoy yourself a little bit,” you flashed him a smile and then stood up on your toes so you could whisper the next part into his ear, “see you in a few, daddy”.

you figured that if the word bothered him so much when you said it to other people, you’d like see how he’d react when you said it to him. and it took everything in you not to burst into a fit of laughter when you saw the stunned look across his face.

you were laughing, but megumi found your comment to be anything but funny. his heart rate quickened and suddenly his jeans felt tight and — oh fuck, maybe he did have a daddy kink.

he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down the hall, pulling you into a guest bedroom and locking the door behind him. you couldn’t contain yourself when you started to connect the dots — his shocked expression and the obvious boner in his pants made it very clear.

“holy shit, gumi, you do have a daddy kink don’t you?” you giggled, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck.

he gave you an annoyed and embarrassed look, as if he was ashamed of it or something. but you couldn’t let him feel like that, not when the idea excited you just as much as it excited him.

“you want me to call you daddy? hm? moan it into your ears and beg for you? we could try it right now; that is why you drug me into this room, right?” you caressed the side of his flushed face, his eyes getting darker the more you spoke.

he gave you a quick nod and then the two of you collided together, messy kisses being scattered from your lips to your collarbone and everywhere in between. megumi was slow to start but once you had him going there was no holding him back. he broke off the kiss after a few heated minutes and before you could even catch your breath he gave you a rough shove that sent you falling to the bed.

he stared down at you with a brand new fire in his eyes, and it was fucking hot. if you knew calling someone random guy daddy would have awakened this in him, you would have done it forever ago.

in a matter of minutes his skin was hot against yours, your clothes nothing but a heap on the floor. his kisses were sloppy and rough, his head clouded with lust as he relished in his newfound turn-on. he wanted to have complete control over you, he wanted you to beg him for everything, and he wanted to hear you whimper the word daddy over and over.

he snaked two of his long fingers down to your clit and rubbed a few rough circles that made your legs twitch in anticipation. they then lowered to your entrance, his eyes widening when he felt the amount of slick that had already accumulated. you felt a warm redness flush across your face in slight embarrassment — it was kind of pathetic how quickly his shift in attitude went straight to between your legs.

knowing that you liked his newfound dominance sent a whole new wave of confidence coursing through megumi. his usually gentle fingers slid through your entrance with an entirely new force, causing your core to clench and your breath to catch in your throat. a disgusting array of squelches and moans quickly filled the air, your hands desperately grasping onto megumi’s body. he was delving his fingers deep into your caverns at a completely merciless pace and it was earning him the prettiest moans from your mouth.

“feels so good, gumi,” you mumbled as he had you squirming and whining underneath him.

“no- no i want you to say the other thing,” he pressed his forehead to yours and let his eyes rest shut as he savored every last one of your beautiful sounds.

you’d gotten so caught up in the pure bliss that was megumi’s touch that you’d completely forgotten about how this all started — the daddy kink. but now that he reminded you, you were gonna lean into it hard. you wanted to put on only the best performance for your wonderful boyfriend.

“your fingers feel so good, daddy, but your cock would feel better,” you cooed in his ear, sending electricity down his spine and straight to his dick.

“is that what you want?” he leaned back and opened his eyes to look at you, sliding his sticky fingers out of your soaking cunt.

“yes, daddy, please,” you begged for him, “i want you to fuck me”.

you could have swore you saw his dick twitch and his eyes get wide at your words, but you hardly had time to think about it before his two slimy fingers were shoved into your mouth. you shameless sucked them clean, running your tongue around and between them while megumi used his other hand to position himself at your entrance.

you flinched at the slight pain when he sheathed himself inside you — your body taking it’s time to adjust to the size. sure his fingers felt good, but you felt so much fucking fuller with his cock stretching your walls. the way he thrusted stuffed you so perfectly that you could barely even form words, your eyes rolling back into your head.

the two of you had sex on many occasions, but there was fresh intensity and passion flowing between you this time. your fingernails were digging claw marks into his arms and you could barely contain the array of moans leaking from your lips. between your noises and the creaking off the bed you were grateful for the loud music blaring through the house.

megumi even manhandled you a bit more than usual — tossing you around and pushing you into the positions he wanted you in. if he managed to work up the confidence he’d order you around too, and you’d just respond with whines and the occasional “yes, daddy”. the phrase was simple but every time those words left your pretty mouth tiny fireworks went off in his head.

when he murmured the words come for me, you were hopeless — a pitiful, whimpering mess who couldn’t do anything but mumble incoherent phrases all stemming from the word daddy.

it was the best fucking orgasm of your life — and it was all because you’d been too lazy to do your homework earlier.

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The Bear and the maiden fair (Bjorn X Reader)

A/N - this contains smut with dubious consent! I don’t want anyone to get triggered, so if you are not comfortable with this, pls don’t read! <3

Warnings; violence, dub-con

P.s - I don’t condone any of the following actions, I find it repulsive.

The castle had been stormed hours ago. The villagers had died first, slaughtered in their homes and in their forges, the blacksmiths branded with their own tools, the butchers sliced and diced like prized hogs. And after the village had been burned to the ground, the plunderers came to the castle. They forced down the great oak doors, killed any who stood in their way.

My father had been the first to die. He’d been on his throne when one of the barbarians had launched a spear, and it hit him straight through the gullet, the sharp iron tip pinning him into the wood backrest. My mother had been the second to die, after she screamed for god to help.

But the gods were cruel. They didn’t listen to women anymore, even high-born ones like me, even though i was the lucky one. As my family were gutted, i had hid in the only place i could dare think to hide; my bedroom. It wasn’t a clever or sneaky place to hide, to be true, but the door locked and there was only one key, and i was the sole owner.

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Hours passed. The screams filled my castle, blood splattered the wall and stained the cobbled floors, and those damned screams and pleas of help fell on deaf ears, forgotten by the barbaric cries of the savages who seeked only to slaughter, to take and to take, to never give back.

I was beneath my bed when the door came crashing down. A great axe stuck through the wood and stripped back the bark, hack hack hack! I held my breath, placed my hands over my mouth as my chest heaved, seeking sanctuary in the dark low confines underneath my wooden bed.

The door opened, squealing on iron hinges. Goosebumps prickled my skin. The viking stepped through the doorway, treading heavy over chunks of splintered wood and debris. “Princess.” He called, in a growling rasp. “You ran, little princess, and we didn’t know where.” The viking walked across the vast expanse of my room and he dragged his sword against the floor, the iron sparking against the cobbles. “i found you, princess. And now . . .”

I swallowed a sob and the scraping of his sword stopped. He turned on his heel and before i could barely comprehend, he’d gripped my ankle and pulled me out from under the bed. “You’re mine!”

He pinned me down, and I glanced up at him, too frightened to dare speak, my words catching in my throat, my tongue growing fat from fear. And despite my terror, no tears fell. “Bjorn ironside.” I said, shakily. “You’re Bjorn Ironside.”

A flash of moonlight set his face alight. His smile was cruel and thin. “I am.” He admitted, and my jaw trembled. My chest heaved with the effort it took to breath and not scream for help, or even to sob. “Are you going to kill me?”

Bjorn smiled and gripped my jaw between his thumb and forefinger. He studied me as though i was a fine piece of art-work, his favourite book, a goddess of lore. Finally, he spoke. “No, i won’t kill you. You’re too . . . sweet, for a thing like that, princess.”

I tensed my shoulders, but his eyes were too bright, almost eerie. They cut through me like glass, stripped me bare, left me ashamed and uneasy. His voice was a low, guttural rasp. “Will you fight me, little princess?” He questioned, raising my hands above my head. “Will you beg me to stop?” He took a small dagger from the leather throng at his side, and used it to divulge me of clothing.

I shook my head. “No.” I said, quietly, too meek to even resist. I truly beleived that, even if i tried to protest or even raise my knee to that tender spot between his legs, he’d beat me black and bloody.

At my answer, the Viking smiled. “Good.”

The stone floor was cold against my back. Even if i wanted to fight, i couldn’t. He was too heavy, covering me with his bulk. His hands were rough and careless against my skin, as the icy blade of his dagger slit the soft silk of my bodice and when he lowered his face to kiss me, i tasted blood.

Bjorn’s fingers were mean and cruel against my warm skin, and they travelled to my core, only to find me dry. He grunted against my mouth, irked. When we parted, i turned my face to the side, wrinkled my nose up in disgust.

Bjorn chuckled lowly and spat on his hand, then lowered it between my legs. “Don’t worry, princess.” He assured, slipping a thick finger into my cunt. “You’ll learn to like this soon enough.”

It was uncomfortable and foreign. I squirmed and his hot, hungry mouth lowered to bite and nip and kiss my neck. I tried to lift my torso, but he was impossible to move. “Don’t.” I said, harshly.

He raised his face and smiled. I spat in his face.

His eyes grew cold, like pale blue ice. It frightened me, and my heart beat heavy and hard beneath my chest, thump thump thump, faster than a snared rabbit’s. “Fiesty, huh?” He questioned, and laughed cruelly.

The swollen head of his cock was at my entrance. He was big, and he was brutal. With one hand pinning my arms above my head, the other gripped my hip, leaving bruises in his wake. and with one sharp thrust, i wept.

His jaw clenched and, as though he was punishing me, Bjorn pulled his hips back hard if only to slam back inside me again. The metal of his armour scratched my tender skin, and my cunt burned around his cock, raw and red and aflame.

His movements grew more frenzied, the harsh thrusting depriving me of air in my lungs. His hand firmly squeezed my hip, my back hit the ground hard, and then I collided against his torso the next. It was almost as if we were fighting instead of coupling. When he thrust forward and the tip of his dick hit my cervix painfully, a bolt of hot pain shot through my stomach when he slammed back into me, harder than before. I shut my eyes and yelped.

He grimaced and pushed me back to the floor, with his hand forcing my arms into the stones. His groin bumped against my sensitive mound, assuring that no trace of my precious maidenhead remained. “Hold onto me.” He grunted, lifting up one of my thighs.

I glanced over his muscular shoulder, my eyes trained on the ceiling and the twinkling chandelier, though in the gloom everything was unrecognizable. I did as he bid, wrapped my legs around his hips and looped my arms around his neck, unwilling to fight anymore.

When Bjorn thrust inside me, it didn’t hurt as much. Encouraged, i clutched at him as tightly as i could, the smell of sweat and blood filling my nostrils, the sound of his moans vibrating against the shell of my ear. I arched my back and predicted his cruel thrusting, and slowly, the friction from Bjorn’s cock pounding away at my cunt managed to rouse a queer tickling sensation at the pit of my stomach. My eyelids grew heavy.

Bjorn lowered his other hand to palm my breast, pushing aside the silk fabric of my slashed dress, as he rolled my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You like that, princess?”

My cunt clenched at his incessant pounding. I dug my nails into the tanned nape of his neck, and whimpered. He pressed his warm lips to mine and kissed me, tasting strongly of iron. His beard scratched my face, and he plunged his tongue deeper into my mouth. He brought his hand between our bodies and i flinched, expecting more pain, only to find pleasure; hot, flashing bolts of pleasure.

The friction of his manhood as he tirelessly impaled me, and the queer warmth which was pooling in my stomach tainted my thoughts. I moaned into his mouth and he cursed, “Fuck.”

Beneath him, my whole body shook when he played with my clit. I hit my peak, toes curling, back arching, breasts pushed flat against his muscled chest, quivering and whimpering beneath him, my gasps and pleas smothered by his hot, hungry mouth. And with my climax, came his.

Bjorn shoved himself to the hilt and uttered a long, low growl. He kept me flush against him for more than a moment, and after a few desperate thrusts, he stiffened and collapsed, crushing me beneath his bulk.

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. When he pulled out and leaned back on his heels, lifting up my silk skirts to look admiringly at my tender pussy, he grinned. Between my thighs was a sticky mess of cum and blood. He leaned down and licked the entirety of my cunt from hole to mound, and i pushed him away, too tender to be played with. “Please.” I begged, shaking my head. “No more.”

Bjorn crawled atop me and wedged his knee between my thighs to keep me from closing them. “Easy now, princess.” He muttered, capturing my face in his hands, pressing his lips to mine. He kissed me rough and i tasted blood, my blood, on his tongue. “You’re mine.” He said, finally. “All mine.”

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