#Sniper x y/n

[junkratswifey]

SHIT BET!

accidentally catching sub sniper pleasuring himself in his camper, so we decide to give him a hand? wink wink;3

fem reader please!

DUDE YESSS I LOVE SNIPES 😭😭✨

Not really Warnings but containing: Dom reader, pet names, swearing

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Y/N was taking her morning walk, as per usual. She hadn't seen Sniper for a while, so she took the route that went past where his camper van usually was. She walked for about 10 minutes before she reached it. Suddenly, she heard some noises from it.

They sounded like whimpers..no—groaning. But the groaning sounded pleasurable. Relieving even.

Y/N walked up to the van window and knocked at it. "Snipes? Are you in here?"

The noises stopped. Sniper tried to tone down his voice. "U-um.." his voice cracked a little, "yes..I'm in here."

Y/N put her hand on the door handle. "Can I...come in?"

"NO!" Sniper cleared his throat, "Uh, n-no. I'm...doing something."

Y/N pulled on the handle, not yet opening it. "Well whatever you're doing sounds nice.."

He exhaled in a mildly erotic manner. "I-it is.."

Y/N took that as a sign that she could open the door, so she did. "What are you doing in here that's so fu...n...?"

Her face turned red, still not as red as Sniper's. There he was, buck ass naked, laying right in front of her.

"Oh my.." Y/N sighed.

Sniper tried to pull the small blanket back over his waist, but Y/N grabbed his hand first. "Don't be ashamed, Snipes. We all do it."

His face turned red-hot. "I-I know...but you're um..." he looked Y/N up and down, "a very...attractive lady, and I'm just some bloke, y'know?"

Y/N was about to leave, when she saw Sniper holding something in his left hand. "Hey, what's that?" she asked, pointing to the item.

Sniper blushed before putting it under the blanket. "Ah—nothing."

Y/N put her hands on the blanket and slid it down slowly. "No, I want to know what it was."

His eyes remained on her porcelain hands, gracefully moving the sheet. She finally found the item and flipped it over. "Oh. my. goodness," she said, "is this a picture of me?"

He snatched the photo out of her hand. "Yes, what a-about it?"

She grinned. "Snipes, don't tell me you have a crush on me."

He sighed. "Maybe just a lil one.."

She put her arms around Sniper's neck, making him gasp. "What's wrong? Is this making you..." she pauses and gets close to his ear before whispering, "nervous?"

He chuckles lightly. "No, ma'am. I—I've just never had somebody really take care of me like this before."

She smiles softly. "That's okay. I suppose I'll just have to..." she slowly drifts her hand down his stomach, "spoil you, maybe?"

He shivered at her hand. "Um..with all due respect ma'am, your hand is really close to my—"

He's cut off by Y/N's (non-dominant) hand. She covers his mouth with it, whilst still using her other hand to pleasure him.

"Do you like this," she pauses, "Mun Dee?"

WAHHHBHB I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😖😖😖

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

[2-dsimp]

I have a terrible headache rn everything hurts can I have a forehead kith from your sillies?

Ossian the Sniper: “Every kiss I share with you, feels like one of my dreams coming true”

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#103 Straight to the heart~

Urogi*Flying across the sky cackling but then felt something slice his neck and spotted you holding a snipper gun, the wound not healing given the bullet is drenched in Kocho's poisons*-HA MISS ME MISS ME NOW YOU GOTTA KISS-...

SniperHashira!Y/n*Raises brow at him and smirks*...Now I gotta what?

Urogi*Feeling slightly flustered and frowns*Nothing!!!Forget it-

SniperHashira!Y/n*Smirks wider now finding joy outta this*Now I gotta what?~

...Could this be a thing?-

[sleepyhead0720]

Hey I don't know if you're still taking requests but I was wondering if you could do the straw hats with a gn! reader who is shorter than them? I just find it cute

Sure! I hope you enjoy<3

Masterlist

Luffy

-He either doesn’t care about your height or he makes fun of you every chance he gets, it’s a 50/50

-aside from that, he doesn’t really care about it, your personality is all that matters to him.

-If anything he likes it cause he has an exuse to be with you constantly because ‘what if you can’t reach something?’

-another thing he also likes about it is it makes it easy to told you and trap you to pepper you with kisses and hugs

-it also makes it easy for him to carry you!

-he also likes whenever you try to take his straw hat,he bends down a bit for you to take it and it always ends up with the two of you battling for it.

-Luffy likes that even though your shorter then most people you can still put up a fight, your size also comes to use whenever you fight

-Whenever the two of you cuddle, he likes being the big spoon since he feels like he’s protecting you

-over all he doesn’t mind it and loves you either way

Zoro

-Teases you relentlessly

-He makes fun of you EVERY CHANCE he gets

-He also uses it against you whenever both of you pick on eachother

-Besides from the teasing, he loves hugging you from behind as he places his chin on top of your head

-he loves when ever he sees you fight

-He uses it as an excuse to carry you constantly

-If anyone else makes fun of your height, consider them dead meat

-Whenever the two of you take a nap together, he always places you in between his legs as he holds you against his chest while the two of you fall asleep

-Finds it funny whenever you try to reach something and always teases you before helping you

-Even though your short, he still respects you and loves you as always

Usopp

-When I tell you this man LOVES that your shorter then him

-He makes you weapons that only work for your height which is a big advantage

-He still teases you a little but makes it clear that he doesn’t mind you being shorter then most people

-Whenever he hugs you he always slightly Carrie’s you and twirls you around

-Is the kind to help you with stuff and later teases you about it

-He’s mostly chill with you being short compared to everyone else

-He knows that you being short doesn’t mean that you aren’t powerful so whenever there’s an enemy he hides behind you which is sometimes pretty funny to see considering the height difference

Sanji

-Like everyone else, he loves it

-He always uses it as an excuse to give you piggy back rides and carry you wherever you go!

-No teasing at all. Okay maybe a little but that’s it

-He knows you can fight but he still has this instinct to protect you (not just bc you height)

-He always gives you pets on your head whenever he passes you

-He secretly loves whenever you try to make your self taller to give him a kiss or a pet on the head

-Loves to carry you around the ship too

-He’ll let you borrow his shirts that don’t fit him anymore, it’s still big on you either way

-He’s very respectful with you and very caring

Nami

-thinks your a child when you first met her

-For some reason I don’t see her be one to tease you, maybe chuckle a little when you try to reach for something but that’s it

-whenever she’s in a good mood she loves hugging you randomly and putting your face against her chest while she softly hums

-She also likes whenever you lean against her while you fall asleep

-She’s pretty chill but there’s still SOME teasing eventually

Robin

-Doesn’t mind it at all

-No teasing at all either

-The most normal one out of everybody

-like nami she loves hugging you and placing your face against her chest while the both of you lean against each other

-If you try to reach for something, she’ll help by using her powers. No teasing or anything just right away helps you weather you asked for it or not

-whenever the two of you are out in public she always holds your hand so you don’t get lost or sticks with you so you don’t get separated

-She loves watching you fight especially when the opponent underestimates you

-Aside from that she acts completely normal

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[warnersister]

Talking with your mouth shut.

König x Reader

Call of Duty x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, death, sniping, family deaths, mutism

Reader Callsign: Tasmanian ‘Devil’

(Not my gif)

When you first joined the 141 the group were all warned. Your last mission had been gruelling and painful and as a result of your trauma, you no longer spoke. This didn’t hinder your work, when they asked over the radio to check you were still okay they’d receive a moment of static or another type of noise you’d allow yourself to make, half of the time it was you knocking in morse code to confirm. When soap had asked if you’d speak to tell them if you were truly in danger, you’d just given an affirmative nod.

You spoke with your eyes. That’s what Konig had noticed. You always joined in the conversations just not with your tongue. At least that’s what he told himself when he found himself staring at you for long enough that you noticed and offered him a quizzical look with one eyebrow raised.

Konig was enamoured by you from the moment you walked through that door. And you may think that he refused to admit it - the love he held for you. But no, it was one of the very few pleasures he allowed himself. His austere and stern position towards himself simply melts away when you are near.

It wasn’t difficult to fall in love with you. Not at all. With the way your belt tightened your camos to your waist, and your black t-shirt hugging your body in all the right places, stance upright and rigid, muscles prominent enough to poke through your clothes, enough to make himself rut into his hand a lot more nights than he cared to admit. But what really enthralled him, were your eyes.

You were sleeping off the last mission when Ghost and Konig were talking about you. Ghost said your eyes scared him. “When she looks at me there’s just nothing. It’s like she’s dead behind ‘em. I wanna ask what happened, y’know?” He asked and Konig had nodded. “But then again I think that if I do ask she will drop dead.”

That’s not the look you gave him. Not at all. Every time you looked up at him they were bright and full of emotion. They could shine happily or burn with anger or roll sarcastically, but some of the time when you didn’t know he was looking, they’d be full of something he could relate to. They were full of pain and tears.

He knew you were crippled with pain. A weight heavy at your shoulders other than your gun. But like Ghost, he would never ask. If you wanted to ‘talk’ then you would. And if you never did he didn’t mind. He understood enough.

From day dot you had naturally gravitated towards Konig. The first person to never be surprised when you looked up at him and noticed his height, simply giving him a passive once-over and moving on. New mission? You were on his left. Spare time? Winning him at cards. Free night? Laid next to him looking at the stars while he pointed out constellation to you. You were always there and he was always here, ready for when you were ready to open your heart to him that he had done for you.

Tasmanian Devil was what they had named you, Devil for short. The small beasts had the same temperament that you held behind your eyes, they have a reputation for flying into a rage when threatened by a predator, fighting for a mate, or defending a meal - exactly what your bursts of rage represent. Konig liked to call you his little devil. He could tell you smiled under your mask when he said that, the only time you would.

This new mission contained teams of two. “Konig and Devil, we’ll send you to the north building, best sniping position for the house.” Konig said something and you gave a thumbs up before you turned to go get ready.

And here you were, laid on your stomachs side by side, snipers in hand and looking for the enemy target - a captain and his comrades. What they had failed to mention was that his comrades were his family. Wife and two children. A boy and a girl. The boy looked no older than eight, and his sister four. You inhaled sharply and exhaled a shaky breath, lowering your weapon. Konig lowered his slightly and turned to you, watching your eyes swell with salty tears, your eyeblack beginning to run. He had to admit, you looked gorgeous. But now wasn’t the time for that. He raised his mic so nosy ears couldn’t listen and he reached his left hand out to grab your hip and draw comforting shapes along it with his thumb. You buried your head into his neck, eyes shut tight so he couldn’t see them.

He raised his gun, grasped your waist tightly and took four shots then silence as he dropped his gun and used both hands to pull you into an embrace. He manoeuvred you to be sat in his lap and cradling you like a baby. Lowering his mic again, he spoke. “Devil got the shot. My weapon wasn’t required, over.” A voice returned. “Roger confirmation, wait at point Charlie as surveillance until further instruction. Well done Devil. Over.” “Roger, out.” Then his mic was returned above his helmet. You looked up at him, pain and questioning behind those tired eyes of yours. “Every good solider must struggle. I’ve got you meine liebe. I understand.” A loud and broken sob emitted from your throat as the first sound he had ever heard you make. He understood. He knew why you were in pain. Konig knows.

He pecked your forehead comfortingly through both of your masks as he allowed you to cry and calm down, and he loved the way you clawed at his chest and grabbed him like you needed him. Like a damsel in distress.

He never spoke of it when you got back to base and nor did your eyes. But you definitely got closer. Sometimes he liked to think that was the day you opened yourself up to him to let him love you. But those sometimes he also realised that was just his subconscious playing tricks on him.

It was loud in your head, looking at the Mountain Man. Oh how you wanted to tell him how much pain you were in, and how much he soothed it. How much you loved him. You wanted to scream it from the rooftops but your voice would not allow. Instead pleading at him with wide and desperate eyes hoping that someday he may recognise your expression and require your feelings. If only he knew.

Then the dreaded day came for Konig. The day that you would all return home to your families. The day that you would probably run into your lovers arms and leave him behind. The day the intoxicating dream he was living in would come crashing down and his heart would shatter into a million pieces. The chatter was loud on the plane, men excitedly talking about their families and their homes yet the two of you remained silent. Your hand slowly crept over to his and rested atop of his clenched fist which instantly relaxed when he felt your warming touch. His hand turned over and threaded his fingers with his own, thumb doing labs back and forth over your knuckle. He could allow himself to live in paradise just a bit longer.

Ghost shook hands with you all and exclaimed a ‘see you soon!’ as he walked over to a couple of elders and embraced the woman tightly. And slowly, everyone bid their farewells until Konig was all alone. But where did you go? He couldn’t remember seeing you leave. But then again, he was better off not having to see the man you loved. He turned to leave himself, when he stopped in his tracks. There you were, sat on a bench alone with your arms crossed and an unreadable expression covered by tears in your eyes. He slowly made his way over to you, sitting down and about to say something before you interjected.

“They are all dead, Konig.” You spoke in a small and raspy voice from lack of usage. “I’m waiting for my family to pick me up and I know they’re not coming.” His heart twanged with pain in his chest but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, too entranced by the sweet sound of you. But it hurt him how much he related. “They shot every one of them and I was the one who found them. The worst part is it was my partner who killed them.” You said with a sniff, the image you walked home into relaying in your mind. He listened to you talk, just listened. Soaking up every minute he could have hearing your siren song. “I give my life for my country and it gives me nothing back. I am alone, Konig.”

“You have me, mein liebling. You will always have me.” You were quiet again, looking up into his faithful eyes and realised what you had been missing all along. Slowly, you reached for your balaclava and pulled it up and over your head until it fell into the seat beside you. Konig couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You were beautiful. He couldn’t believe that after all this time the woman he was in love with was so gorgeous. He mirrored your actions with a shaky arm, pulling his mask off and placing it in a similar place to yours. He was waiting for your horror, a scoff from your lips, disgust in your eyes. But instead, the softened as you looked at his face, a small smile growing as you did a quick once over, hand slowly reaching out to trace a scar on his jaw as he leaned into your hand, the touch-starved man yearning for affection. He reached his hands out to your face. “You have always got me, my little devil.” And he kissed you sweetly, tongues tying as you spoke through your minds, a voice finally restored to a broken broken marionette. You realised that with Konig, you would always be okay.

[usopps-devotee]

Use your nose

He has a pretty face that is nice to sit on, today you finally tell him to use his nose.

Tags; face sitting, oral (f receiving), cumming untouched, praise kink, switch usopp and reader if you squint, grammar mistakes

Wc. 1.5k

This idea of yours sparked the moment your provocative little eyes fell on his nose. It's not your fault, it isn't. It's just sitting so pretty on his face, loud and proud waiting for you to sit on it.

The problem is getting there. The man was an expert with his tongue, albeit messy but who could complain when it always felt so good? Usopp was always so sweet, giving more than you could handle sometimes. His soft whimpers and pleas against your body were something you could not resist and you would always give in.

So with a man who already gives his all how could you ask for more? Selfishly was the only way you could decide. Laying your desire on display knowing he would cater to your every word.

That's how you found yourself here, Usopp pinned to the bed hair spread out like the most beautiful curled halo you've ever seen.

Your lips were locked with his, plush, swollen, and wet ones. You're devouring all the whimpers and moans slipping past them as one hand drags across his skin and the other pinches his pretty brown nipple. Breaking the kiss with a giggle, you left small kisses across his face, before sitting up.

“Baby…” your voice hardly above a coo, as you caress his cheek staring into his eyes and downing on their abyss.

You start to strip throwing his shirt that you borrowed over your head, his hands immediately found their way to your breast. Kissing your chest anywhere he could reach, nose pressed into your cleavage.

"Hm?" He distracted with what was in front of him, his mouth quickly finding your nipple, and his tongue swirled around the dark areola, before trailing over melanated skin to the other.

“Don't use your fingers tonight.” you move your hips to remove your shirts and panties, eyes glued to the string that connected your slick pussy.

“Use your nose.” he looks at you like a deer in the headlight. There's nothing he can say, staring at your naked body eyed glossing every inch of your sun-kissed skin. Giving a shakey nod he lays back down swallowing a lump in his throat, you find yourself in the same position.

You're hovering above his face, hands placed on his chest to keep yourself stable. "Two taps if you can't breathe okay?" Under you, he mumbled "got it," pulling your hips closer to his face.

The feeling of the round tip slowly entering you was bliss and hard to describe. It was thinner than his cock but still reached the spots you needed it to as you slowly sank to his nostrils. The feeling of his tongue brushing your clip caught you off guard ad he pulled your hips down the rest of the way to taste you. Moans left you both as your hips writhed and bucked at the pleasure.

Under you, his mind was instantly clouded with the feeling of you. The smell of your ambrosia, the feeling of your clamping around his nose, and the taste of your pussy were too much for him.

Lifting your hips to gain more friction there's a wet popping sound from Usopp detaching from your pussy and gasping for air. Winding up his nose you give him this second of air before being pulled back down and forced to grind on his face.

"More," was the only word that came from the pirate's mouth as he continues to pull you down, licking and sucking anything he can reach. His face is covered down to his neck with his saliva and your juice. A part of you would regret not being able to see his face had you not been sitting on it.

You're bearly able to hold your body because of everything you're taking, even then you're convinced it's his hands keeping you stable. You couldn't focus on anything if you tried, moan after moan slipped from your lips with no control and no sign of stopping anything soon.

"S-so good baby, you're making me feel so, so good."

Your hand clawed over his chest, reaching for something, anything to hold on to. Red lines are left in the wake of your nails as you feel him groan against you.

You're squeezing his nose for all its worth hips shuttering, small uneven movements every time he moves his face. You're close so he can taste it, helping you rock, trying to keep a steady pace with shaking hands.

"Cum. Please please cum for me. I was to taste you, I need to feel you cum for me please."

His words and greed pushed you over the edge. Your thighs clamped so tightly to his head he hardly hears the scream ripped from your throat. Usopp could not find it in himself to care either way. His tongue has yet to slow down or stop the assault on your clit, moaning just as loud as you are while devouring every last drop of your essence.

Try as you might, but there's no stopping the current assault of his tongue. You try to pull your hips up, to be slammed right back on his face. You're hardly even sure he can breathe with the way that he is panting.

"Another, please another. Just one more,"

You can't find yourself denying him, continuing to ride him, and completely giving in to his need for your pleasure. The both of you are so loud, the sound of him savoring you like his last meal could be heard from outside the door, let alone your excessive moans. Your cum dripping from his nose added to the mess under you. If he were lucky he'd be smelling you for weeks.

His fingers are digging into that spot in your hips that feels just right as he guides you on his face. Kissing and licking clit when you're brought back down to his lips. Strong hands helping you ride him like you wanted to.

Usopp presses against your cervix every time he brings you down, the feeling of him sliding against your walls is already too much to handle. When he starts to praise you again you swear you're up in heaven with the rest of the sky islands.

"That's it, princess. Ride me, use me, please."

His voice is keening, pleading while he can. You can tell he's drunk off your taste, mind altered to be unable to think about anything else. Kiss, praise, repeat; this is the cycle you find yourself in.

You're doing everything in your power not to let your legs give out, their shaking is causing your entire body to shutter along with them. The sniper graciously ignored this fact being the only thing that kept you steady. Not minding some of the marks on his chest now started to bleed.

"Gonna cum," were the only words that fell from your lips in a whisper, unheard but felt by the man below you. Eyes rolling back as bliss overtakes you, wave after wave. Moans are reduced to nothing but a silent scream as you ride out our high.

You hadn't been the only one feeling good, the friction against his pants and the reactions you'd given him was more than enough. There's a prominent cum stain on the front of his pants. If he were honest his boxers were completely soaked by the time you hit your first orgasm. You didn't notice till you got off and sat on his chest, both of you panting, desperately trying to catch your breath.

"You still alive, uso baby?"

"I think I went to heaven might take me some time to get back." Laughter followed this sentiment after you plopped next to him on the bed. "Thank you" was mumbled as you curled up in his arms for the time being.

Unsurprisingly he recovered quicker than you did getting up he kiss you on the forehead and slid down your body to give you another on your clit, telling you how perfect you were each time.

"I'll be back soon." He left you in comfortable silence, relaxing in the afterglow. It wasn't long before you see Usopp return with a drink, bucket, and towel. Setting the drink down first he started to clean you off, small apologies left his lips whenever he saw you twitch.

Usopp helped you sit up and gave you your drink, making sure you didn't down it too quickly by holding his hands over yours and the glass. Once you were done he goes to put everything back and swaps out the pillow his head was on for a clean one.

He held you close and whispered sweet nothings in your ear till falling asleep in each other's comfort.

[usoppsasscheek]

EAVESDROPPER

OPLA!Usopp x Artist!Reader

summary: while you vent to Nami about your feelings of Usopp, the devil himself intrudes in overhearing everything you’ve just talked about.

takes place in alabasta arc ig

contains: angst to fluff, sfw, not proofread, also ik Kaya ain’t like this I love her just gotta do it for the story babes

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“I just don’t know what else to do Nami.” You sighed to her, you were both sitting in the kitchen drinking whatever new cocktail Sanji had made up for the both of you. “I don’t think he likes me that way, I mean I’m pretty sure he’s hooked on Kaya the way they kissed before he joined us.” You said, mentally cringing at the memory.

“Come on y/n! That was like what, a year ago? I’m pretty sure they don’t even talk.” Nami exclaimed as she rubbed your arm as a way of letting you know she was there for you. You know they still talk though, you’ve seen him hunched over his desk (if he has one in his room..?), writing letters to her. Your heart broke even more seeing the excited look on his face when he got a letter back from her.

You and Usopp were fairly close, spending the day together from sunrise to sunset daily. You’d give feedback on his newest creations and he’d give advice on your fighting skills, or your drawings you’d draw of the new islands you visited or just your crew. You’d never admit it but your sketchbook was mostly full of him, some he knew about and happily posed for while other ones you’d do in your free time as everyone was chilling together on the Going Merry. Shortly after he joined the crew you noticed your development in feelings for him and tried to ignore them, but ultimately gave in.

“Y/N!” Nami exclaimed, realizing you had zoned out while you two were talking. “God, you’re actually day-dreaming of him?” She shivered dramatically while you rolled your eyes at her. Nami looked at you and sighed as you laid your head against her shoulder, finishing your drink. “I just- I like him so much Nami and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling him while he’s got his eyes on another woman.. I’ve been somewhat distancing myself from him to try to loose those feelings but it’s just making me abt him more.” You sniffled, feeling your emotions getting the best of you.

“Oh y/n..” Nami gasped slightly, taking you into her arms as you felt tears invading your lashline. “Look, if he doesn’t realize how stupid he is to have you it’s his loss! I’m sure he-“ Nami ranted before getting cut off by a familiar someone falling face first through the kitchen door. You gasped as you saw Usopp groan as he got up. “Uh.. hi?” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you.. hear everything?” You asked, standing up now from your seat. “I- maybe? But it’s okay! I actually, wait y/n!” Usopp yelled after you as you speed walked out of the kitchen, running towards you and Nami’s shared room past everybody else as quickly as you could. Your heart was beating fast as you locked the door behind you, sliding down it as you finally let everything out.

“You idiot!” Nami yelled at Usopp, hitting behind his head as he groaned rubbing it.

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It was now hours later, you were curled up in your bed refusing to come out of your room no matter who knocked or begged for you to come out. It was now a bit past dinner time, you sighed and sat up on your bed. You then got up and decided you could go up to the deck for some fresh air as everyone would be retreating to their rooms for the night. You quickly walked up the stairs and leaned against the railing, letting out a big sigh.

“y/n?” You heard a familiar voice ask, growing the ache in your heart bigger. It was Usopp, you didn’t say anything or move but he did. He stood beside you leaning on the rail aswell, glancing at you awkwardly.

“I- god I don’t know how to do this stuff.. y/n I-“ Usopp stuttered out before you cut him off. “It’s okay, Usopp. I know you and Kaya love each other. Please don’t let what you heard in the kitchen ruin our friendship. I just-“ you sighed out before it was Usopp turn to cut you off with a kiss, your eyes wide with shock before closing them and melting into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer before pulling away for a breather.

“y/n, I love you. Kaya and me aren’t a thing, it was just one kiss honestly. We tried to make it work with writing letter back and forth but one day she told me she fell in love with another kid from our village, and I was okay with that honestly. Because I want you. You make me feel so nervous and happy and- just everything. I like you so much y/n, I want you as my girlfriend, not her. I’m not very good at this yet but I promise I’ll try for you and protect you, as the great captain Usopp!” He told you, smiling.

You looked back at him in shock, processing everything before giving him another quick peck on the lips.

“Of course, God Usopp.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Also sorry it’s kinda short.. please give me any advice and I’m looking for mutuals, so please ask if you’d like to be! I’ll also take any requests.

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Bonus pic of the sillies (≧∀≦)

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Spiders

Pairing: Mick "Sniper" Mundy x Fem!Reader

Summary: A hot summer day attracts all types of insects to get into the base, out of the hot sun and humid air. Only to be faced with their death by someone not so keen on them.

Warning: Swearing, the killing of a spider? Ngl this is just something I threw together before I slept. 🤷🏼‍♀️

A/N: Wanted to make this before I write my next Simon Riley fic (thanks to your votes). But this also came from today when I found a little Black Widow Spider in my shoe. Still living in Australia I cannot with any insects. (Also it's canon that Sniper has a feat of Spiders, I was there)

How much longer of this humid sun did you have to go through? At first, you thought that the summer would stay when needed, but no. You've got months ahead of you, knowing you're going to wake up in a pile of slickly unpleasant sweat every day. Even worse is the lousy air conditioning in the base, it's been fixed so many times it runs as low as it can. Just as bad as the air circulation too.

So here you are, slouched over in the main room, the leather seat sticks to your bare skin the second you'd get up. You'd be carrying the whole couch along with you. Scout sits next to you, his loud huffing is getting annoying, and one of his arms is slung on the back of the couch. Just touching your head but you're too into heatstroke to realise he's nearly touching your hair.

Sniper sits next to you too, a chair for himself as he spreads fully out. His usual smirk rests on his face as he casually looks over to the two of you. "Gettin' comfortable 'ere?" Scout slowly looks over at him, a scowl on his face. Usually, he'd fling himself across the room, both hands probably strangling the poor bushman but all he can do is roll his eyes.

"How abou' 'cha Y/N?" A weak smile slowly appears on your face, and you flick him a thumbs up. Only he sees right through your smile. But he nods sharply, flicking his attention to the TV. To him, an interesting documentary on animals hibernating. How different animals do it in different seasons and how bears survive through the cold season catches his attention more than you and Scout combined.

But you're too busy looking over at the small old-fashioned fridge. You begin to wonder how cold it really is in there, usually, the beers don't get nearly as cold enough to drink comfortably but still, that's better than nothing. So gradually you start to get up, the leather breaking apart from your skin makes you cringe but it dies out over the TV.

"Bears can be woken easily during a mild spell of weather, but may not have enough energy to survive the rest of the winter. Which is why-" "AHH!"

Your inarticulate and high-pitched scream easily overpowers the TV, even with its high volume on it's enough to echo throughout the whole base. "Holy- What?" Scout's Boston accent quickly appears behind your terrified figure. Sniper also sprints right behind him to reach you from across the room. Looking over your shoulder to see what's got you shaken up and pointing at.

Expecting to see another head or organ which Medic decided to leave unattended in the fridge or on the kitchen counter. But instead, he only spots a little Black Widow Spider sitting unsettled on the counter. Eating away at the bread crumbs left behind from Heavy's sandvich.

"Kill it, Scout, before it kills us!" You frantically order Scout, only he groans in annoyance. "Jesus Y/N! I thought you found someone fucking dead" Your hands shake his shoulders back and forth quickly. "Well, you're about to find my body if you don't-" Before you can say anything he leaves swiftly. Ignoring your pleas as he tiredly walks back to the couch.

Looking over to Sniper you give him the same look in your eyes, a plead. "Pfft, watch an' learn" You watch as Sniper leans over to the counter more. The movement of his arm quickly alerts the pernicious red spider as it begins to move quickly. A yelp nearly leaves Sniper's mouth as he backs away instantly.

"You're scared?" You ask not out of laughter... well maybe. But more because you generally thought he'd be used to Spiders by now. Living in the outback much mean he's dealt with them thousand times before, right? "Nah'm not." His usual down-to-earth and easygoing face now flashes bright red either from the humid air or is now because you mention his (unknowingly) fear of spiders?

But before you can mutter out a single word he reaches over the counter again, his eyes glued to the Spider chilling there. His whole hand flexed and tense as he quickly snatched a tissue from the box. The sudden sound sends the Spider flying in his direction. It sends him flying backwards, his hands coming out in front of him like he was going to fistfight the insect.

You on the other hand you're now snickering softly, the fear you felt before going away as you watch Sniper unravel in front of you. He quickly catches onto your laughing, a glaring cold look replaces his scared expression as he pushes past you. His shoulders square as he swiftly squishes the spider under the tissue, a gross sound following.

"See, m' not scared of spiders..."

[one-piece-aus]

i really love how you write the strawhat pirates <33 i swear everytime i see your works on my feed, it never ceases to makes my day ﾟ+.ﾟ(*´∀`)bﾟ+.ﾟ

i saw your request is open, can i request for an usopp x reader where reader's feelings are unrequited?

thank u for always bringing joy to the feed with your amazing works ﾟ+.ﾟ

Ahoy! I'm happy you love my works for the Strawhats, and I'm happy to fulfill this angst request! ^-^ I hope you don't mind me using it for Whumptober :3

Whumptober Day 14

Usopp x Reader

"You guys are going to be real sorry for messing with us!" Usopp said to the pirates who captured the two of you. "For I, Commander Usopp, command an army of ten thousand men!"

Even in a situation like this, you can't help but smile at Usopp's antics. On the other hand, the pirates didn't pay any mind to him.

"Separate them."

As you were dragged away, Usopp called out to you. "Don't worry [Y/n], I'll get us out of here. Just hold on!"

You smile at him, displaying your sign of trust in him. Soon enough you were taken to the cellar while you heard Usopp getting slapped and told to shut up. It'd take more than that to keep him quiet, you knew all too well.

Quite the journey it's been since you joined the strawhats, yet quite the silent pain you had to bear.

You knew Usopp only had his eyes for Kaya, you admired his determination to protect her and the village when you, Luffy, and the crew met him back in Syrup village. That's all it had been, admiration, then it changed, and you can't recall when it started.

Perhaps it's his bravery in fighting despite being terrified. Maybe all those funny tales he told amused you enough to start feeling warmer around him. You only realized it when you were training for the two years the crew took to get stronger, you found yourself doodling him in your downtime. When it hit, you cursed yourself and called yourself a fool.

Seeing him again your heart could hardly take it, on top of that he got ripped like Zoro. You couldn't even look at him without a blush colouring your cheeks, luckily Sanji distracted everyone from your odd behaviour, and with all the events the crew has gotten into since getting into the New World, you've managed to avoid being noticed.

With all the adventures, another thought came to your mind, maybe Usopp forgot about Kaya. However, as soon as the thought came to mind, it dispersed once you overheard Usopp talking to Nami about home in the East Blue, more specifically, Usopp was talking about Kaya...

The pirates left the area outside the cellar, slithered your hands to make work of the lock and opened it up with a pin in your hair. Pays off to be underrated, the enemy makes dumb mistakes like this. You ran out of the room and began looking for an escape out of the place when you bumped into someone.

"Oof- [Y/n]?" His surprise shifted to a teasing smirk. "What are you doing, I'm supposed to rescue you."

You turned around, not letting him see the pink on your cheeks. "As much as I'd love that, we'd be wasting time if I sat around waiting, let's find the exit-" You moved to continue searching when Usopp grabbed your arm.

"Wait a minute."

"Usopp, we got no time for this, come on." You tried pulling your arm out of his grasp but he only tightened his hold.

"Don't think I haven't noticed."

"Noticed what?"

"You being distant."

"What are you talking about?" You stopped tugging your arm and half turned to him.

"[Y/n], this is the first time we've had a full conversation in two years."

"Heh, well it's been kinda hard since our captain has us running around almost every second of the day," you tried playing it off, even adding a smile.

"We could've chatted at the banquets."

"Hard to find you in a crowd," you lied with a shrug.

"Apparently it is, I couldn't find you anywhere near me." Usopp frowned. "The rest of the crew have no problem though."

Silence strikes through as the facade begins to fall. You go to speak when Usopp's expression shifts and he pulls you into a small closet, and you are smacked right at his chest. You try to protest when Usopp shushes you.

"They're coming," He whispers.

Sure enough, you heard footsteps and men barking. You tried focusing on what they were saying but your senses only screamed in your mind when you felt Usopp put his hand on your shoulderblade and held you closer. Rationality told you he was just doing this in a protective manner, yet your face burned from the contact. With what little room you had in the closet, you stepped back and removed his hand from your back, he glanced at you in questioning and just stared at the door.

"They're gone," Usopp said and instantly you opened the door, hopping out.

"Let's get going, we don't wanna worry the crew." You began running along the halls, and thanks to you adding urgency, Usopp followed behind.

You didn't think he'd noticed, at least not with all the chaotic events, but he did. If you didn't know better, your heart would've fluttered with joy, but you knew better, and your heart weighed heavier because of it.

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, medic, pyro, sniper, and spy

↳ warnings: talk of pain but nothing too in detail. specific area of pain is kept ambiguous for inclusiveness

↳ song: teenage dirtbag—dsiboys

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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• Scout is honestly just bummed you won't be playing any baseball games with him anytime soon

• He strikes me as the type of guy to not take your illness as seriously as he should, often making pokes and jabs of you just wanting to get out of stuff, until he sees one of your bad days with his own eyes

• After that, he's so ashamed of himself for how he acted. Shuffling his feet and rubbing the back of his neck anxiously; all that jazz

• Is a lot more aware of your needs now

• Still puts up a front. Refuses to be anything sort of quote unquote 'manly', so expressing that he's worried about your wellbeing is hard to do in front of the others

• Does care about you, though. He might get teased for it— resulting in the tips of his ears turning red and a bunch of angry denial —but at the end of the day he'll offer up his prized comic books for you to read as a distraction

𝐌𝐞��𝐢𝐜

• Medic has undoubtedly noticed your condition far before you chose to tell him. How he had figured it out so quick, you had no idea, but he probably found out the same way he knew what your blood type was. Despite never having given him a sample

• It's a bit weird at first, having someone who constantly wants to do invasive surgery on your body actually offering to ease your pain.

• It is Medic after all. A small part of you had been nervously wondering if he would get some sort of sick joy out of watching you struggled to do basic tasks

• Instead, he was giving you special visitation hours with Archemedes while he tinkered with what he dubbed 'Your Problem Area'. Whether that was your knees or back or shoulders, a file on your condition quickly opened and the quickest course of action was taken to remedy it

• Gives you little suckers at the end of your visits and a big smile for a job well done

𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐨

• You aren't sure if they understand what you're saying when you first explain it

• To be fair, you can't decipher them on a normal basis, so this was expected

• But Pyro just tilts their head before letting out what sounded like a sniffling noise and bringing you into a bone crushing hug

• You wouldn't be able to tell, but in their own special Pyro Vision, the arsonist could occasionally see a painful red surrounding you anytime you felt like this. And it pained them to know you were hurting from something other than the scheduled battles

• Colors you crude little drawings with their box of crayons Engineer bought them. It often depicts you and them riding unicorns or jumping over rainbows. Always smiling and having fun

• Takes to plastering little cartoony bandaids over your skin. They don't really solve any actual pain, but the thought is still there

• Will make little fires for you and bring you to them happily. Normally, it's followed by Heavy or Engineer rushing over to put it out before it spread

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• On the off chance that he actually came out of his trailer, Sniper would be awkwardly helpful

• He most likey heard you talking to Medic or complaining to Spy about your chronic pain, and put two and two together

• Why you were shut up in your room durring mealtime somedays, constsntly seen walking in and out of the med bay, taking numerous amounts of pills in the morning, etc

• Is discreet in his care. It'll be little things, like telling Scout to 'lay off mate' if the Bostonian is hounding you about your lackluster performance that day; even if only as a joke

• If Sniper is lucky enough to bag some game on one of the ceasefire days, he'll approach your bedroom door and offer you a bit of the meat he cooked. Won't be offended if you're not up to it, just puts it in the fridge for later if you change your mind. Makes sure that the rest of the team knows it's for you, too

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Spy is probably the most elegant of the team when acknowledging your condition

• If he's feeling nice when you approach him about it, he'll nod along to your small explanation and even indulge you if you choose to rant about it for a bit

• If he's not in a good mood, then just wait it out. It's not worth the wrath of an angry Frenchman for bothering him. Will become slightly less angered if you explain you were only there to share some vulnerability, however

• Tells you there's no shame in it. As an older man himself, he's no stranger to the pain that comes with this job

• Might allow you to crash in his smoking room a few times if your room is being overrun by the others. Spy knows that you won't pull any funny business on him, and god help anyone that tries to barge in in search of you (namely Scout)

• Content to sit in comfortable silence as you rest up and sleep away the pain. Spy might be a no-good lying back stabber, but at the end of the day, he's still a gentleman

[2-dsimp]

Would Ossian fall asleep during sex ???😭

NSFW MDNI Gn reader!

Imagine seeing him struggle to stay awake his pretty lashes slowly fluttering shut. As he makes desperate attempts to be conscious enough. To fully enjoy the warmth your leaking hole provides to his swollen aching shaft. The length throbbing, whilst persistently burrowing its way deep inside. Scrapping at your sweet spots with every sloppy pump of his penis. Yandere sniper! Who’s entirely fucked out of his mind, panting and pathetically biting his bottom lip so hard that it bleeds. He needs the pain and the pleasure to keep him afloat. Unable to control his hips humping against your ass. Determined to cum ropes even if he’s in the process of unwillingly falling asleep.

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A/n: yes Ossian would be prone to falling asleep during sex due to his narcoleptic condition from time to time. Which is why he is mainly a pillow princess👀

[respawned-dove]

GOD your headcanons are so good... could i maybe get a short fic with a yandere sniper x transmasc reader.... doing gods work ouult here

I hope you don't mind it, anon, I heavily headcanon Sniper as transmasc as well, so this will be t4t.

yan! transmasc! Sniper x transmasc! Reader - NSFW

CW/TW: stalking, violence, noncon voyeurism, implied necrophilism (not descriptive, imagined by a character and not actually happening), marijuana & cigarette mentions, self loathing, sadism

Worn leather boots trudge up sandy dirt as Sniper steps out of his camper, shifting the strap of his gun as he looks up at the buildings above him. In the dark, the apartment blocks and houses loom overhead with darkened windows. He’s been here often enough that he knows exactly the fire escape to climb, and the exact ladder from there that takes him to the roof. Settling into the highest point, he sets up his gun in a makeshift nest. The only reason he brought it, really, is the scope. His scope is a fucking nice one, he doesn’t even hazard a guess at how much it cost the people he works for. It’s perfect for seeing long distances, for seeing into the crevices of every place he’s not meant to look.

Through the small lens, he focuses in on a seemingly random apartment, seeking the content within. The lights are still on, and being so high up, you never close your blinds. It gives him a view of your bedroom window, like a private theatre screen. He checks his watch, which reads 22:00, around the time you get into the shower every night. Annoyingly he has some time to kill before you’ll be there to watch. Grumbling to himself, he pulls out a cigarette to smoke. Lit, he pulls a puff of smoke in, eyes still focused through the scope.

Sniper has been watching you for a while now, though what started it he himself can hardly remember. A bit too much kindness shown to a stranger in a public place, being followed home without noticing, and now you have a gunman’s sights trained on you for life. He closes his eyes as he takes a particularly deep breath of nicotine, something itching in his mind. It bothers him often, the idea of approaching you again. You wouldn’t remember him, surely. It would just be an organic meeting, an organic going out for drinks.

With a grimace, he puts out the cigarette on his own hand, scoffing at himself. As if he feels at place enough in a bar to take you out, or could have a normal conversation for once in his life. It’s not worth the risk of ruining the chance. He prefers the fantasy of you. The idea of having you to himself, without any of the practice required to maintain a relationship with a human being.

Before he can dwell on his moping, there’s movement in your room. You step out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. His cheeks grow ruddy and his hands grip tighter to his gun as he watches you move. He remembers the first time he saw you like this, the brief confusion at the towel being over your middle and bottom at once. But it came off and showed him the stars. Thinking about it stirs him up, and as the towel falls from you in his scope, he tugs his own pants off a bit, unbuttoning them to reach his own tcock.

Touching himself slowly, firmly, he watches you move around the room naked. Dumb thing to do with your blinds open, he thinks. Like you want someone to bloody stare at you. He bites his lip, hard, breathing out heavily. The thought that you know somehow, that you would want him to be seeing you like this, it makes his whole body hot. You’ve laid out on your bed, naked. Innocently relaxing post-shower. All while giving him the perfect view of your entire form.

Your body is softer than his. You’ve definitely not been taking testosterone as long as he has. Eyes half closing he pictures how warm and gentle your flesh would be, yielding to his hands as they would squeeze and prod at you. In his mind he pictures what your moans might sound like. He imagines how easily you might get aroused with him touching you, how easily his fingers would fit into you. He curls two into himself, imagining it’s your body instead. It makes him shudder and groan, adjusting the scope to zoom in on you even further. God, it’s like he’s right there in bed with you.

He bites a tooth into his fresh cigarette burn, crying out and groaning quietly. Would you do things like that for him? Would you hurt him? Let him hurt you? In the hot night air he’s drenched in sweat, jerking himself off to the sight of you, the idea of you. He imagines putting on a harness and using a toy on you. He’s never done that before, but with you he wants it. He wants it, to feel you pinned under him like a caught animal. Crying under him as he bites and claws you.

You’ve rolled onto your stomach on your bed, and he wants to be there, on top of you, feeling you, hurting you. He strokes his tcock hurriedly, feeling his knife split your skin, feeling his hands hurt you even beyond the ways he’s hurt men before. Hitting you, carving into you, smashing your head onto the ground until you’re silent. Warm blood coming from your skin. And his hands the cause of it all, pleasure, pain. He feels you cum. He feels you die. And then he cums to the thought.

The clarity of what he just got off to hits him before he’s even done orgasming, and he reels his face away from his scope, panting hotly. The redness in his face becomes one of shame rather than arousal, and he clutches a hand into his shirt as he tries to calm himself down. What kind of sick freak is he, what was that? He knows what it was. He thinks these things often, no matter how much he pushes them back. Even on the battlefield he feels that excitement, the arousal of someone dying by his hand. Pleasure found in splattering brains. But, you? Did he just think that of you?

There’s a reason you’re better off as only an idea to him.

He wipes his hand on his own clothes and packs himself back up in his van as quickly as possible. Drives far away, even past his team’s base, out into the desert. Quiet. It’s quiet out there. He parks, and rests his head on the steering wheel. Nothing but the sounds of night out there now. And him panting.

Sleep doesn’t come for him that night, and instead he spends it trying to stop thinking about you and how you’re sleeping. He smokes, then smokes weed instead, and watches the sun rising while telling himself he can’t even go back and watch you again, that he can’t let himself indulge in the sadism he can never wash his brain from.

But he will go back. And he will watch you again. And of course, he’ll cum to those exact thoughts, again and again.

[charliethecandyeater]

❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛

❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛

[strawhatharem]

Head empty just thinking about Usopp and that long nose of his .

That long nose that slides up just right against your swollen little nub as he devours you .

His tongue penetrating in and out of you-his own groans against your pussy sending endless jolts of pleasure through your body .

“Ah! Usopp-feels so good” you babble, head empty.

You can’t focus on anything but how good his mouth feels. His hands on your thighs holding you open for him. His own moans vibrate against your core.

The coil in your belly to tightens as he stops fucking you with his tongue to press open mouth kisses on your clit practically making out with it. You whine out, hands shooting down to pull at his hair holding him right where you need him .

“So good for me honey I could do this all day. Love eating your pussy.” he groans into you . His arms tightening in their grip, pulling you impossibly closer as he goes back to fucking his tongue into you.

He moves his head side to side. That damn nose of his rubbing against your swollen clit. Your juices dripping onto his tongue.

Your toes start to curl as the coil in your belly snaps. You let your head fall back, eyes rolling back as you let out a long whine as you cum undone on his tongue.

You grind your hips against his face dragging out the feeling of his nose pressing into you until your orgasm passes.

You whine out as he keeps his tongue inside you devouring every last drop of you like a man starved . He cleans you up licking up back to your clit to give it one last kiss.

Your hips jerk pulling away from him as you whine out from the sensitivity, legs trembling as he pulls away from your sopping cunt . Mind hazy, you reach down to pull him up to you.

Your lips meet his desperately, the taste of you fresh on his tongue .

“You and that nose are gonna kill me some day.” you pant out as you part from him sending a blissed out smile his way .

He grins down at you before leaning down connecting your lips once more .

“I love you honey.”

A/N: I was so nervous to post this cause I have zero idea what I’m doing but this was just living in my head rent free. I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry about the bad grammar.