Cant Stop Thinking Of What Was Once A Dystopian World W/ A Corrupted Ruler, Who Was Soon Taken Down By

cant stop thinking of what was once a dystopian world w/ a corrupted ruler, who was soon taken down by the hero to fix and be rightfully in charge of everything. only for the hero to discover that the corrupted ruler had a lover, who, despite knowing full-on-well how horrible they were — they still were madly in love with them and enabled their behavior. hence the hero feels like it’s justified for them to keep the lover prisoner/force to keep them by their side despite slowly growing just as bad as the past ruler w/ recountless justification because

“they don’t know anything about what’s right and wrong.”

tw - imprisonment, unhealthy relationships, abuse of power, intimidation, yandere essentially says 'y/n lies to everyone. not me tho <3'.

I mean, you weren't blindly spurring on your partner. The world used to be such a cruel place, so harsh, so dangerous, and you're not especially strong, or skilled with any particular weapon, and your mind wasn't made with a thousand tactics waiting to be used or a hundred plans already in motion. You did what you had to, whether that mean calming a monster's temper or spurring it on, whether your lover wanted to play valiant knight or ruthless conquer. When the war began in earnest, when it became clear the life you'd made for yourself wouldn't last much longer, you adapted, foregoing your velvet robes and silk-lined furs for ragged tunics and well-worn cloth, taking your brave, noble, heroic savior's wrist as you guide them through their enemy's fortress, as you dress them in servant's wear and list off all the many weakness of your keeper. You don't take pride in it, and you do mourn the loss of your companion, but you don't cry out as your hero is declared victorious, or sob over the bloodied body of a tyrant, or linger after a new ruler (the hero who dealt the killing blow, predicable) is crowned. The world is cruel, and you've only ever wanted to live to see another sunrise. You'll do whatever you have to do, be whoever you have to be, as long as it means keeping your head on your shoulders for another day.

That's why it catches you so off-guard, when soldiers march into the small village where you've taken up residence, when they tell you they've been ordered to escort you back to the fortress-turned-palace. You feign honored, asking what you should bring, if a gift is necessary, when you should expect to return, but your questions are rarely answered, your cheerful inquires rarely met with such enthusiastic responses, and the moment you step past the palace's gates, your shackles, dragged into the highest room of the tallest tower and told, in no uncertain terms, that you shouldn't expect to be treated like a guest. They come to you, dressed in all their finery, covered by their own insignia, and they try to share their twisted logic, to explain why they can longer trust you the way they once did, to get you to understand why they've begun to question where your loyalties lie. You try to use some of your old tricks, to coo and smile and assure them that you've only ever believed in their cause, but they're smarter than your last lover, they can see through your clumsy words and half-hearted promises.

It only fuels them, only proves that they have to hold you close, that you need to be coddled and contained and brought into the light, brought out of your evil ways. They know you can be good, that can be more than just a liar, and they're willing to help you, to guide you with their own two hands, to keep you in their care until you're so thoroughly reformed, you won't even want to leave. You were the one who called them noble, after all, who went on and on about how brave they were, how you wished you shared the selflessness that must surely lie in their heart. You were the one who so earnestly called them a hero.

It'd be a shame if they couldn't save you, too, right?

Princess (Crosshair x Fem!Reader) ~ SMUT

Once again, thank you to all the artists who’ve depicted Crosshair in such a way that makes me a bigger slut for that man. Here’s some Crosshair smut, I know it’s been such a long time since I’ve written anything a bit longer so I hope this delivers. Also, um… this might be a bit too self-indulgent given my blog’s name and how I often address Crosshair as my prince in my posts OwO still, I hope you enjoy!

Tags/warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+, minors DNI. PiV sex unprotected (wrap it up in real life). Fluff, intimacy, and romance. Soft smut, passionate smut, princess/prince dynamic, praise, light consented choking, clit rubbing, breast and nipple play, multiple orgasms.

Word count: 3.4k

Lying on the bed with most of the lights already turned off and the sky outside dark at night, your eyes could only just make out his figure as they adjusted. The window open letting in the chill of the night, some of the faint light reflected on his skin, torso now bare after he’d removed his shirt. Even in the darkness, you could tell he was beautiful. He was an Adonis. The scars on his body marked moments in which he’d had to be strong, but despite them, he was smiling at you. The silver of his curls somehow became enhanced in the gleam of the night, and the sparkle in his eyes let you know he was looking at you.

And you, curled up on the bed with only your panties and a hoodie, you were gazing upon Crosshair like he was a work of art, sculpted by gods themselves. You at times felt small in the presence of such a man, but he was aware of that and always tried his best to make you feel as grand as you were to him. You already knew what he was hiding behind him, and now that your eyes were a bit more adjusted to the darkness, you had no trouble making out the figure of the tiara he then held out to you, its clear stones sparkling in the darkness like little stars.

“I do believe you’re missing something,” Crosshair grinned seductively at you, his voice a low purr breaking through the gentle night’s breeze.

Instead of taking the tiara first, you took Crosshair’s hand, feeling his warmth and the veins along the back of his palm as you pulled him closer to you. He now stood with his legs pressed at the edge of the bed, towering over you as you sat with your back pressed to the headrest. Finally and with a smile directed at him, you took the tiara and were about to place it on your head when his strong grip stopped you, his grin still plastered on his face.

“Yes?” You asked innocently.

His eyes drifted over to the hoodie that was covering you, large and oversized with soft fabric. You smiled shyly at him, averting your eyes from him appearing bashful on purpose only to rile him up more. His fingers curled around the edge of your hoodie only for you to bring your hands down there as well, and in a swift movement you removed the clothing, revealing your upper body to him.

For a moment, his gaze was dark and hungry. Crosshair loved the way the faint light reflected on your skin, making you seem like you were glowing for a moment. He smiled at you, this one more a soft gesture than a seductive grin, and with a tender touch, he finally placed the tiara on your head and took a moment to take in the sight. You were sitting on the bed appearing sweet and innocent before him, with no clothing covering you but the panties concealing your sex; the way your arms were crossed in front of you and your knees were tucked in made you appear small, and to top it off, the gentle sparkles of the tiara highlighted your presence. Crosshair’s hand traveled to your chin and he gently lifted your face up, allowing his fingers to travel over the skin of your face, tracing your lips as he continued observing you.

“Princess…” he whispered as his thumb traced over your lower lip, feeling your breath on his skin. He then got on the mattress, kneeling in front of you, his hands now ever so slightly tracing from up your thighs to your knees, and then down your shins, finally grasping your feet and massaging them slowly before his hands made their way back up. When they reached your knees again, they exerted enough force to bring them apart, spreading your legs in front of him and letting his eyes pry over your figure.

With that new position, Crosshair could finally move forward and press his body onto yours, lying above you letting the scorching skin of his chest finally come in contact with yours. Hungry for you as he was, Crosshair still didn’t kiss you. His eyes were still observing every detail of you they could make out in the darkness, aided by his hands as they continued tracing your figure. As his breath deepened, he finally looked up at you, perking his nose up to finally find your lips and seal the space between you with a kiss, shamelessly displaying all his craving for you. He moaned softly into you, groaned when your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and kneaded his fingertips into the flesh of your thighs and behind, the fire growing gradually enough to soon have him grinding his hips against you.

Crosshair had wanted this for too long. It had been long since the two of you had had the chance to be alone like that; there was always something or someone that didn’t quite let the two of you be at peace. Never wanting that to happen again, it was as if Crosshair was making the effort to fuse his body with yours. There was no such thing as space between you anymore, his body was fully pressed onto yours as you continued making out. With your arms wrapped around him, you slowly snaked your hands up to his hair, massaging his scalp and playing with a few of his silver curls, drawing out a few more groans from him. The sound of his voice riled you up more, and though it was soon, you could already feel your wetness soaking through your panties.

“Princess…” Crosshair moaned into you as he trailed his kisses from your lips down your jawline, pausing for a bit as he softly massaged your earlobe with his tongue. The faint contact had every inch of your skin shivering, already drawing soft whimpers from you by the time he left your earlobe alone and traveled down to your neck.

You noticed a change in him. Often, Crosshair would mark you up immediately. Show everyone you were his. Never hold an ounce of shame when it came to displaying or even referencing his antics with you, but this time it was different. He didn’t suck the sensitive skin on your neck, and his teeth weren’t nibbling. His lips were only kissing your neck, only making love to your skin, not failing to cover every part of its surface. As he was pressed onto you, your fingers traveled over his back, at times exchanging your fingertips with your nails. You reveled in the way his back curved every time your touch tickled him, especially whenever you paid attention to his lower back.

“My prince…” you said softly, somewhat hypnotized by him and his warmth.

Just as your fingers were about to slip under his trousers, Crosshair took his lips back up to yours to continue making love to you, the passion between you all but ignited as he grinded his crotch onto yours, now fully intentional. For a while, your kissing ceased as his grinding continued; you bit your lower lip as you gazed right into his eyes, his forehead resting on yours. Crosshair whimpered softly when you took one of your hands to the back of his head and resumed playing with his hair, and that sensation along with the tightening within his trousers, it was soon threatening to become too much for him to hold in.

The movement of his hips stopped and so did the kissing, leaving you both to gaze into one another’s eyes between pants and a few soft laughs. In the stillness, you could feel Crosshair’s confined member pulsating against you, already eager to have more of you. Crosshair pressed another kiss to your lips before traveling down your neck, onto your chest, pausing there for a while to squeeze and massage your mounds, always so soft and warm for him. As he wished, he lightly pinched and traced his tongue over your nipples, hard and erect upon his touch.

When he’d finished having his fun with your chest, placing a soft kiss between your two breasts, he straightened back onto his knees on the mattress, eyeing you with lust. Once more, Crosshair bent over to kiss your lips, eyes trailing over your body as he came back up and focused on the panties still covering you up. You closed your legs as he wrapped his fingers around the thin lace of the clothing to start pulling them off you, holding your feet in place as he tossed the panties aside. You brought one leg down and spread it out while the other one remained in place, pressing the sole of your foot up against his abdomen, feeling the heat of his skin against yours and giggling seductively at him.

Crosshair snickered pleased at your playfulness, gently removing your foot for his hands to begin unbuckling his trousers. With a craving gaze, you began to sit up and help him remove them, but Crosshair stopped you with a strong hand on your shoulder.

“Stay there, your highness,” he purred, winking at you as he then took his hand back to his trousers, taking his sweet time on purpose with that sexy grin luring you in. He then pulled his clothing down, finally revealing his proud cock, standing and ready just for you. The sight was almost mystical, enticing, hypnotic in the way his eyes pierced into your soul, finally naked and having tossed his clothes aside.

Slowly, Crosshair crawled back on top of you, hovering his face barely over yours before kissing you again, both of you now hungrier than you were before. One of his hands found its way to the back of your head, securing you and bringing you closer to him while the free hand snaked all over your body, teasing your breasts and inner thighs whenever he saw fit. Tender whispers of loving things escaped his lips, telling you how beautiful you were to him, how much he’d longed for this, how you were his one and only princess, and how you ruled over him.

All his words were making you melt, and between your legs, the cool night air that snuck in through the window brushed over your folds, feeling cool in contrast with your wetness. While you were getting impatient, Crosshair also seemed ready to take it to the next step, and you felt his fingertips finally brushing over your pussy delicately, groaning at how wet you were.

“Look at you,” he whispered as his fingers continued traveling up and down, ranging from your entrance to your clit, grinning hungrily at you. “So wet…” two of his fingers began rubbing circles over your clit, drawing out tiny whimpers that were irresistible to his hears, only making him crash his lips back onto yours. While he seemed ready to continue teasing you, letting his filthy words send you crumbling into his mercy, only one word remained in his mind, embodying everything he felt for you.

“Princess…” he moaned into your lips, slowly applying more pressure onto your clit and keeping that pace up until your hips were quivering at his touch. You were close and he could tell, so he slowed his pace for a bit, opting now to slip a long, slender finger down your entrance and stroke you perfectly within your walls, bringing a whole new sensation over you.

Your eyes gazing at his, you noticed the way he smiled at every moan and expression you made. Being so close to you, Crosshair could easily kiss you while his hand continued working between your legs, the other one still firmly holding the back of your head so you wouldn’t slip away from him even for a little bit. His lips continued their dance with yours; your arms wrapped around his back and you let your fingers massage his skin, but it was getting harder for you to focus the more time went by and you tumbled closer to the edge all over again.

In between your make out, Crosshair backed up a bit and looked deeply into your eyes again, the hand behind your head now gently cupping your cheek as you leaned into the warmth of his palm.

“I love you, my princess,” he said softly, not so much to turn you on anymore, but to let you know that’s how he truly felt for you.

“Crosshair,” you whispered. “My prince, come here…” you pulled him in for another kiss, one more full of passion than you’d ever experienced. You parted the kiss to look into his lips, knowing you were close to climax. You wanted to look into his eyes. Gently, you traced your finger over the thin lines of Crosshair’s tattoo, making his eyes close upon the contact of your skin. In that time, the buildup of your climax was just ready to burst, and you felt your walls tighten around his finger as his thumb applied some more pressure on your clit.

Your moans of ecstasy were long, soft and flowy like silk, and they filled Crosshair’s ears like music. Your fingers found their way to his curls again, bringing him into a kiss while you pulsated with every wave of your orgasm, moaning into Crosshair’s lips as he continued stimulating you as your back arched and your toes curled. When your orgasm died down, Crosshair softly placed kisses along your face before meeting you yet again at your lips. After you’d caught your breath, his hands went down to your knees to spread your legs again. He grinned, satisfied at the sight of your pussy, gleaming with your arousal and swollen from an intense orgasm. In one of his hands, Crosshair took his cock and pumped it a few times, readying it for the next part. To you, it was like you’d been hypnotized by his beauty all over again, only eager to feel him inside you.

Positioning his tip at your entrance, Crosshair bent forward to press his body atop of yours again, now in the perfect position to push his length slowly, carefully inside you, guided by your whimpers and your words. Your tiny grunts of pain faded into pleasurable moans, your eyes softening up, and Crosshair knew you were ready. He pulled out from you, slowly moving back into you, moaning quietly with every time he reentered your walls.

Crosshair’s pace was slow, passionate, different from other times in which you’d been alone together. Any other night, he wouldn’t have hesitated to be fast, rough, make you a complete mess until you were begging him to let you breathe. This time, his lips found yours again and he kissed you as his hips steadily moved his cock in and out of you, the movement making you softly bounce against your pillows.

With one hand securing your hips, Crosshair freely roamed your upper body, massaging your breasts and playing with your nipples before letting his hand snake up to your neck. His long fingers wrapped around your throat, not exerting any pressure but already making you tremble in anticipation. With a shaky nod, your tongue traced your lips as though you could taste the lust lingering in the air, and Crosshair finally smirked at you as he pressed, gently, around your throat. A sinful moan escaped you and even your hips bucked along his pace, surprising him at how much into breath play you were. Crosshair kept that up and pressed your throat a few more times, all while his cock inside your walls helped build up pressure in your core.

His eyes fixed on you, Crosshair took the hand on your neck to the back of your head again, pressing his forehead on yours and quickening the pace of his hips only a bit. With one arm wrapped tightly around him and feeling some of the scars along his body, you now took your free hand down between your legs and found your clit, shocked at how swollen your labia were, and smiled seductively at Crosshair when you started rubbing the sensitive bud.

Your breathing got heavier and your moans became just a bit louder, making your head press back onto the pillows and your vision blur as you reached a second orgasm, tightening deliciously around Crosshair’s cock. He moaned through gritted teeth, and your own pleasure was so intense your loud moans of ecstasy very soon became sweet, innocent little mewls. The tightening of your walls around him mixed with the sound of your voice sent Crosshair into overdrive; groaning and grunting, his pace quickened and the sound of skin slapping somehow made it above your moans, until after one final grunt, Crosshair’s hot sperm filled your pussy, well near leaking through Crosshair’s still hard member as strings of the warm, white liquid continued shooting out.

With your pussy now full of his warmth, Crosshair smirked proudly as he pulled out, laughing seductively at the mess you were. Your hair fanned out on the pillows, and the movement of your love making had made the tiara tilt on your head. Lying splattered on your back and breathing heavily, Crosshair approached the tiara with soft hands and readjusted it, softly taking some strands of your hair and putting them back in place before kissing your forehead, down your nose until he got to your lips.

“Does her highness want more?” He purred, taking your hand and kissing the back of your palm.

Despite being tired from two orgasms, you did not, by any means, want it to end there. A tired yet excited grin curved your lips, making Crosshair chuckle again.

He kissed your chin lovingly and trailed his way straight down your neck and your chest, this time not stopping to entertain himself with any other of your body parts. He got lower, dangerously lower and getting closer to your sex, his soft kisses growing slow and seductive with every inch closer he got. You trembled, knowing your clit would be too sensitive for your own good and that he’d have you whimpering in no time, but you didn’t care.

“Prince,” you said softly into the night, but you then whimpered when the tip of his tongue began to flick against your clit, indeed too sensitive for you to resist for so long.

“Yes, your highness?” Crosshair looked up at you from between your legs, ravishing in every detail of yours. The softness of your eyes, the pout of your lips, the glimmer of the tiara crowning you as his. “What is it you want, my Princess?”

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered, letting your hand travel down to his silver hair, grasping a few locks and tugging ever so slightly, making Crosshair’s eyes darken in lust as he looked up at you. “I love you, my Prince.”

Crosshair smirked, knowing he preferred to answer that statement with an action rather than words. Those words could wait, but for now, he traced his tongue up your swollen pussy, from your entrance to your clit, after which his tongue and lips moved expertly along your folds. You were already moaning and whimpering, helpless to his touch, and you even massaged your breasts while Crosshair worked his magic on your clit.

As you’d expected, it wasn’t long before your body was about to burst with pleasure. This orgasm crept up on you, gradual and slower than the other two, and when it finally reached its peak, your moans were soft, sensual, unlike anything Crosshair had ever heard. Your back arched and your hips swayed up and down, grinding your pussy more onto Crosshair’s lips as his tongue worked perfectly and drew your orgasm out for long. He reveled in the way your moans sounded, wishing he could hear them forever, but he stopped once he felt your body soften and chose against overstimulating you.

Crosshair crawled on top of you, his lips curled with that devious grin that always made you melt. He lied down beside you and wrapped his arms around you, bringing your figure closer to him as he cradled you in his arms, planting kisses from your forehead to your lips.

“I love you too, my Princess,” he whispered before giving your lips a final, long, tender kiss.

Crosshair held your head up against his chest, stroking patterns onto the skin of your back and occasionally kissing your forehead, only removing the tiara when you finally drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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I'm all for a good Crosshair enemies to lovers slowburn, bit I'm WEAK for a soft Crosshair buddy cop dynamic to lovers slowburn 🙏

Like I really hope I'm making sense, but a story where Crosshair is a reluctant companion to a sunnier, more sweet and well rounded person. He's an asshole to them ofc, but they still stick around and seem to like him (not that they don't stick up for themselves) then slowly they worm their way into his heart and eventually they're the only one he's not a complete asshole to because he feels comfortable letting down his guard around them? AGH.

Give me a soft, protective Crosshair who still pokes fun at his cyare but knows not to go too far because they're sensitive 🙌

Idk maybe that would be really OOC and this is really rushed but I just think this dynamic is really cute :)

if you hear my theme start playing in an ominous minor key that indicates i'm turning evil you'd better mind your own business