hello author! can i request musashi head cannon or something?
ty and i love your post!
If Musashi were to be your boyfriend HCS! sfw and light nsfw
(my bad if this sucks i was in a rush)
i hope you mean this one musashi, im sorry if im wrong bcs u weren't being specific
SFW
• If Musashi were to be your boyfriend, he would still carry that intense warrior spirit from his era, but somehow it mixes with your modern life in the sweetest ways. He might not say "I love you" outright like in movies, but his actions scream it through quiet protectiveness and rare soft smiles that only you get to see.
• If you bought him a cellphone hoping for cute texts and connections, he would stare at it like it was some cursed artifact. "What sorcery is this glowing box?," Even if you're in different cities for work, he skips texting and writes heartfelt poems or letters instead, sealing them with care. He ropes Tokugawa into delivering them, and when you open one describing how your smile cuts sharper than any blade, your heart melts while you giggle at his old-fashioned charm.
• If you dragged him to a live-action sword fighting show for fun nearby, he would lean forward in his seat, "Hey! That's a fake katana, is everyone blind here?" he shouts loud enough for rows around you. Then points dramatically, "You there! Leave too much open area—he could target your neck, you know?" Your face burns red as confused stares turn your way, and you tug his sleeve whispering, "Musashi, please, it's just for show!" He huffs but follows you away from the crowd, secretly proud when you laugh it off later and call him your overprotective samurai.
• Musashi doesn't understand birthdays at all since they practically non-existent in his time. When your friends and family sing happy birthday and shower you with gifts, he'd stand there baffled, arms crossed tightly. "A day to celebrate the anniversary of your arrival into this world? Why? You are still the same person today that you were yesterday. Why feast for a sun cycle that has already passed?". But seeing your excited face, he softens a bit, and later tries to join in by carving you a tiny wooden charm.
• He feels both appreciated and uneasy when you spoil him with new yukatas, homemade favorite foods, or those weird delicious thing called cookies you bake. One day he pulls Tokugawa aside for advice, looking unusually flustered. "My darling gives so much... I must repay with honor." So he gifts you a high-quality comb and a protective charm, items samurai once gave loved ones. When you hug him tight in thanks, his cheeks flush faintly under that tough exterior, and he pats your back awkwardly but warmly, bonding deeper through these simple exchanges.
• Meeting your parents turns into a serious negotiation in his mind. He bows low with grace. "I ensure my darling's safety and protect until my katana bathes with blood". Your parents blink in surprise, reassuring him it's not that serious, while you stifle giggles at the legendary Musashi kneeling politely. It feels sweet knowing his origin samurai background makes him treat your relationship with such respect, like a precious alliance.
• He avoids PDA in public, not because he dislikes it, but to guard that vulnerable side. Even if you try wrapping your arms around him or stealing a kiss, he'd gently shift away, acting distant like nothing happened. "Such displays reveal too much," he'd mutter later in private. Back home though, in a quiet spot, he pulls you close for snuggling hugs, his strong arms surprisingly gentle. If he senses footsteps miles away.... maybe your friends knocking—he stands up instantly, composure back like a switched blade. That hidden softness proves how much he trusts you, making every private moment feel alive and special.
• Modern dates confuse him completely. At an arcade or cinema, he'd tilt his head, "Why call this bonding? Love through flashing lights and loud noises?" Instead, he takes you to nature spots where he swings his sword in training while you watch. It might seem boring at first, but sharing quiet talks under trees or laughing when a bird steals your snack turns it romantic. "This is how true souls connect," he says with a rare grin, and you realize his way builds something real and genuine between you.
• If Musashi saw you talking with any guy, especially if it’s not your relative, he’d be overly jealous, confused and hurt inside, though his face stays like carved stone at first. He’d watch from afar, eyes sharp and hand tightening on his sword hilt. Later he corners you, “Who was that man sharing words and smiles with you so freely? In my time such private talks could mean betrayal or challenge.” His tone mixes genuine pain with confusion, making you feel both guilty and touched. You explain it’s just a colleague, laughing softly while cupping his cheek. Musashi huffs but melts under your reassurance, pulling you into a rare tight hug in private. The misunderstanding turns sweet, ending with him training extra hard nearby just to stay close, bonding you both through his honest jealousy that proves how much he truly cares.
LIGHT NSFW 18+ (basically not that much too of a detail)
• In his mind, intimacy stays hidden and direct, but your modern openness blows his mind. “What is this shameless touching before the act?” he’d growl at first, eyes wide when you suggest light bondage or toys, but once he understands it feels good, he dives in, treating your body like a battlefield he must conquer.
• He’s rough and intense, never clumsy because every move is precise like sword swings. Strong hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, thrusting deep and powerful while pinning you down. Sweat drips from his muscular chest as he pounds steadily, grunting low with each slam.
• Musashi doesn’t do much dirty talk naturally, but he learns fast from your moans. He’d mutter things like “Your body yields to me so well” or “Scream my name louder” while thrusting faster. He loves when you give him blowjobs, eyes half-closed in surprise and bliss as your mouth works him. “Such a bold technique... don’t stop,” he groans, fingers threading in your hair gently at first then tighter, lasting long because of his insane stamina.
• Sex doesn’t stay fully professional like old times. He finishes strong after a long session, often making you cum multiple times before he does, his release powerful and deep inside.
• Aftercare, he snuggles sweaty and satisfied, showing rare softness. “You make this warrior weak,” he admits quietly, hugging you tight. The mix of rough passion and growing trust makes every time feel alive, funny when he gets confused by new positions, yet deeply bonding.
Hihi this is surprisingly my first ask so I'm kinda new to the whole thing so if you don't mind could I request for a concubine type fem reader x Musashi Miyamoto smut I feel like there's just barley anything on him nn I think he's the most cutest dude ever man 🥹🤞🏿 if this ends up being fulfilled thankya sooso much in advance take care xx 🫶🏿🫶🏿
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Ofcccc i love his dub voice sm it suits him so well (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ i need to catch up to the anime asap and i'm glad to be the first fanfic writer you requested (๑>•̀๑) i was initially only going to write sfw but then i kept writing... and writing... well you'll see where it got me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Yours
♡ pairing - Miyamoto Musashi x fem concubine!reader
಄ word count - 2k
★ content warning - MDNI, SMUT, fingering, bath sex (shower sex?? idk), female genitalia, mentions of reader being sold to musashi because you know concubinage and all that
ʚɞ synopsis - When Miyamoto Musashi acquired a concubine, he expected to ignore her presence and carry out his daily life like usual until he finds himself oddly intrigued by her.
(a/n: this has a high probability of NOT being historically accurate as I am neither from Japan nor from the 1600s. it’s fanfiction take it with a grain of salt, will ya?)
The cherry blossoms were only beginning to bloom outside of Miyamoto’s estate. He sat in his living quarters, the shoji sliding open to reveal the view of the flowers that only appeared in spring time, his tea growing colder with his neglect on the table.
A noble had arranged a meeting with him to introduce his daughter, something about giving him a new concubine in exchange for a portion of his land. Musashi can’t remember for the life of him on why he agreed to this predicament; Maybe he was drunk off of sake and got tricked into saying yes.
Either way, he laid there waiting for his new “concubine”. He only wishes she was as beautiful as the cherry blossoms.
The sound of horses galloping came to a stop at the front of his house before an apprentice slid open the door to inform him of the arrival. The swordsman sighed exhaustedly, straightening his robe as he got up. He followed down the empty hallways path, unbothered by this whole ordeal.
He finally arrived at the entrance of his property, watching as the carriage came to a halt. He could see the silhouette of a young woman through the paper frames of the wooden box. He studied your movements like he would examine his opponents before a fight, noticing the outline of your features from your shadow.
You finally revealed yourself, a servant helping you come down from the carriage as Musashi shifted his head to see you better. Then he finally saw: your eyes narrowed down at the ground, your hand held tightly onto the servant’s as your feet finally set onto the gravel pathway.
Your figure came to full view, a long intricately designed kimono covered your body, your hair was done up in a traditional style fit for the occasion. The most striking thing he noticed about you was your facial expression: it was stoic — almost expressionless — like you weren’t even in your own body.
Your eyelids finally lifted themselves up, meeting his eyes in a piercing gaze. Musashi’s eyebrows raised at the look you gave him, nobody has ever looked at him in such a manner; he was pleasantly surprised.
Miyamoto restrained himself from physically walking towards you and taking a closer look, staring at you from where he stood instead. The servant handed him a letter, stating it was from the noble that had just practically sold you; he scoffed at it: after begging for a piece of his land the man couldn’t even bother to show his face? He instructed his apprentice to settle you in before disappearing back into his house, not even caring to introduce himself.
…
He would catch glimpses of you, but never had a conversation with you. It’s been a week since you first arrived at his estate, living here as a concubine but you have yet to fulfill any concubine duties.
Musashi didn’t mind. Frankly speaking, he didn’t care. He treated you as something he was inconveniently stuck with for the time being. He was, however, extremely curious about you. You were an enigmatic being for him. One filled with questions yet little answers.
One day he caught you at the engawa, sitting at the edge with your legs tucked beneath you, staring at the cherry blossoms. Your back was turned to him, oblivious to the swordsman standing right behind you.
Your hair was undone for a change, covering your face from being fully visible from where he stood. The sight felt serene for Musashi. As a swordsman, he rarely gets to indulge in such a beautiful view. The cherry blossoms were pretty on their own but with you, they pale in comparison.
What was he thinking? He barely knew you. Why is he having these thoughts? He shook his head to get rid of his thoughts before approaching the veranda.
“Do you like cherry blossoms?” He spoke up, as he walked to where you sat, standing beside you in a manner as stiff as his question. You seemed startled by the sudden voice, tensing slightly as you turn to the renowned swordsman
“They’re a sight for sore eyes after a harsh winter,” he continued awkwardly once you didn’t reply, huffing as he sat down beside you. “They only bloom for a mere moment yet it is worth a whole year waiting for it,” he proudly admired the tree he had cultivated over the years.
The air between you two was thick when his words were met with silence. He cleared his throat, taking the hint that you enjoyed silence over idle small talk.
“They remind me of home,” you whispered, causing Musashi to immediately turn towards you in surprise. “Do they now?” He couldn’t contain his smile when he finally heard your voice, content with the outcome of the conversation.
He noticed how your lips twitched into a smile at the thought of your home. A part of him felt guilty; ripping a young woman such as yourself from her home might be one of the cruelest acts he’s committed, even more cruel than killing a person.
…
In the following days, you noticed Musashi talking to you more. He began interacting with you out of his own will: Inviting you to eat meals with him, strolling in the garden together and sitting in comfortable silence with you became a steady routine for the two of you. He let you have free rein over the property, never confining you to one space alone.
You also noticed he hadn’t made any advances towards you. Not even a hint of sexual intent was seen in his actions. It was as if he was doing all this — making you feel comfortable and wanted in his home — because he wanted to.
Wandering through the halls, puzzled by Musashi’s actions, your train of thought is interrupted by a series of grunts coming from outside. Curious, You poked your head from behind the sliding door to see what he was up to.
His upper body was naked, the robe pushed down so that it wouldn’t restrict his movement, revealing sculpted muscles riddled with scars from battle. His hand had a tight grip on a wooden sword, swinging it habitually with skill. Sweat trickled down his defined feline-like face, his brows tense with focus.
As if using his sixth sense, Musashi’s eyes suddenly met yours. His body relaxed under your gaze with a soft smile, making you gasp and turn away to hide behind the door. Before he could even call out to you, you were already making your escape. He only smirked at your embarrassed reaction, finding it oddly adorable at how shy you were.
…
That evening, you couldn’t get rid of that image of him from your head. His naked body plagued your mind no matter what you did, your heart skipping a beat whenever you visualized it.
You sat in the wooden bathtub, thinking about him. About his chiseled body, about his deep sultry voice, about his gentleness. Before you knew it, your hands descended down in between your thighs, trying to ease the ache you felt.
Your head lulled backwards, the water creating waves with the slightest shift of your hand. You tried to contain your whimpers with a hand on your mouth, praying the muffled noises don’t alert Musashi.
Much to your dismay, the wooden door to the bathroom slid open before you could even react. Your hand instinctively pulled away from in-between your thigh, yelping at the sudden intrusion. It was Musashi. Perfect timing. You stared at him like a deer that had just stepped foot into a hunter’s trap, unable to move.
“Do you mind if I join?” He cocked his head to the side, asking so casually. You notice only a loincloth covered his private areas as your eyes trailed downwards before snapping back to his face, realizing you had remained silent to his question. You nod reluctantly, remembering this was your job after all.
You look away as Musashi removed his loin cloth, staring at the wall beside you instead. He sunk down into the water, slotting you in between his thighs as he sat behind you. He let out a loud groan as the water soaked his skin, releasing him of the pain in his muscles. You sat there as rigid as a rock, staring at the way the water rippled.
“What’s wrong? You’re like a statue,” he purred, a wet hand playing with your hair teasingly. “You can relax, I won’t hurt you” He nudged you closer to his chest, encouraging you to lean into him fully. You didn’t even realize your arms had been covering your chest the entire time. You slowly let them down to the sides of your body, revealing your hardened nipples. You can’t tell if it was because of the cold air or Musashi’s touch.
“Did I interrupt you? My apologies,” his words froze your entire body again. He knew. If your back wasn’t turnt to him, you would see his teasing smile. “Please, continue. Don’t stop on my account,” He probed you even further, his stubbled chin pressed against your shoulder to tickle you, making you squirm underneath him.
“Or would you prefer if I gave you a hand?” He whispered, his hand hovering your body merely inches away from making contact with your dewy skin. He didn’t move an inch, waiting for your signal to continue. “Yes, please” your voice was barely audible yet he caught onto it, happily obeying at your pleading.
His much bigger hands pries open your thighs as his lips placed a kiss on your temple. Your lips trembled as his index traced your slit, brushing against your sensitive clit making you squirm. Musashi shushed you as his finger pulsed against your pussy but your whimpers only grew louder.
Musashi sinked a finger into your needy cunt, watching as your face contorted with pleasure and your hand tightened its grip on his flexed bicep. Relishing in your reactions, another finger entered you; the intrusion making you gently buck your hips. His thumb circled your clit while his digits continued to thrust shallowly into you.
His other hand grasps onto your breast, fingers grazing your nipples gently while you shook like a leaf beneath him. He smiled smugly, your sweet moans were like the greatest symphony to his ears. You could feel his cock hardening behind you, its head brushing against your lower back with every move you made.
You were in a daze. Your vision began to blur, you could feel yourself nearing your limit, whimpering Musashi’s name as you turn to face him. Your expression was enough for him to understand what you wanted. He kept pressing against the most sensitive spot inside you restlessly, practically commanding you to cum on just his fingers alone.
You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your warm insides tightened around Musashi’s fingers, feeling as if it were never going to release them. You let out a loud moan, feeling relief as you finally climaxed. The water sloshed rapidly in the tub, spilling outside because of your rapid movements.
Musashi smiled proudly as you tried to catch your breath, slowly pulling out his fingers that were covered in your slick and the bath water. His free hand squished your cheeks, instructing you to open your mouth — he wanted you to lick him clean.
You obediently listened, tongue swirling the two fingers in your mouth making Musashi coo your name softly with praise. Your legs felt weak, barely able to stand on your own as he shifted to get up from behind you. He leans down, scooping you up from the water and into his arms. Your arm unconsciously wrapped around his neck, afraid he might accidentally let you go. “You doubt my strength, my dear?” He asked you accusingly with a grin, reassuring you that you’re safe in with him as your arms relaxed its hold on him.
You could feel every curve of his flexed muscles against your naked body, the contact making you shiver more than the cold air breezing past you. He seemed to be preoccupied with walking while you silently studied his face. You didn’t expect a concubine’s life to be like this. You didn’t expect him to be like this: comforting, tender, gentle.
You let your eyes close, leaning your head against his shoulder, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. The samurai, infamous for cutting all his opponents down, treated you with tenderness no other could.
"Fuck, baby, gotta get you pregnant.. Please let me make you a mama, love, please please please..." Everytime Simon fucked you he begged to cum inside. He never wore a condom in hopes you'd finally say yes, spilling himself on the outside of your cunt.
"Si - can't. I can't -"
"You can!" Simon pleas desperately, pulling your head to the side so he can look at you. "Look, so good swollen full of me... I'll be a good Papa, Mommy, I swear. Please -" His hips stutter inside of you, your eyes rolling back when he cums deep inside you.
"Si!" You protest, gasping when his calloused fingers find your throbbing clit. "Supposed to pull out, you fucki -" Your toes curl into the bedsheets as your orgasm rolls through you, sobbing softly when he keeps stimulating you.
"That's it, mommy... I'll be so good for you, so so good." He huffs into your ear, his thumb swiping back and forth over your sensitive bud. "Just a few more, love. You can take it."
"You did this to me." You glare at Simon from where he was kneeling between your thighs, just barely visible over you belly bump. "Are you happy? Huh? Proud of yourself, you dick head?" Simon keeps massaging your swollen feet, pressing a soft kiss to your belly. He knew you were so hungry, but your food wasn't done cooking yet. He didn't mind the small bouts of verbal abuse.
"I'm sorry, love. The pork just needs to finish cooking." He assures as he moves up to massaging your ankles.
"You're not sorry at all." You grumble over the sound of your hungry stomach. "I can't believe we're having a baby." You sigh as you rub your stretched skin, smiling when you feel your baby kicking softly. "Hey, give me your hand."
Simon almost protested, but you already had his wrist in hand, letting him feel the baby's foot as she kicked. "That's all you, Papa... Can't wait for you to met her."
can you do a story/one shot where zoro thinks y/n is killed by marines or other pirates they are fighting but then she comes back after a while (you can choose how long) and he is very surprised. he keeps in his emotions around the crew but once him and y/n are alone, he lets it all out and y/n comforts him and apologizes.
you can add smut if you want👀👀
Second Chances
(SFW)
Angst
Warning: mention of death, mention of survivors guilt, mention of violence and battle, possible thriller bark spoilers, possible time skip and post time skip spoilers, possible water 7 spoilers, swearing
Summary: After losing you in Thriller Bark, Zoro lost a part of himself. He thought the worse was over when the crew left but his pain had only just begun. Cut to the crew's reunion, Zoro finds himself in more trouble than before, vulnerable and blindsided to the unexpected visitor in Sabaody.
Word Count: 2,500
Zoro sat in his pain, suffocating him like a poisonous snake.
It was easy for him to hide his true intentions, knowing the damage Thriller Bark had caused him both emotionally and physically. Zoro could shrug off his true feelings with intense training; the pain from his open wounds causing him a searing comfort. However, the crew was clueless to the added pain caused by loosing you. He cared about you; you were his friend.
Heck, Zoro loved you.
Zoro was too proud to say it when you were alive, unaware that there would be a last day with you. You were one of the strongest members of the crew, reassuring his troubled mind you would be safe from harm.
That was until Thriller Bark.
He had never seen you so helpless before, so still, gazing at your body after being struck down; killing you instantly. Luffy’s wounded body pulled him out of shock, knowing he had to step up and protect the remaining crew.
He couldn’t let it happen again.
Zoro selfishly wished it had been someone else so he could protect you better. He wished for you to be with him again. He missed how you would accompany him while he trained or sat with him as he drank. He missed your laugh; your smile. Nothing eased his mind as much as when you were around. He trusted you wholeheartedly, naming you even closer than he was with Luffy, almost becoming a part of himself.
The turmoil that came during Thriller Bark and Sabaody became Zoro’s comfort, getting him through every unbearable day after the other. He was able to feel every emotion in his body, overwhelmed with whiplash of extremes from his own bodily discomfort and flashbacks, to memories and daydreams of you. Once the crew had split, he burrowed himself into training viciously, aiming to forget about you and his hurt, knowing there was a new goal he had; to reunite with his crew. And although he tried to do so, his nights became restless, dreaming of you the moment his eyes shut, every night over those brutal two years.
Zoro knew he couldn't forget you so he sat, weighed down by the ghost of you. A part of him knew he couldn't forget you, but the other part knew, just like with Kuina, there was comfort in knowing his goals and ambitious were driven by two of the people he loved the most.
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“(Y/n)?” Luffy questioned, watching as you swung past them, easily sliding into their battle.
Ignoring Luffy’s comment you continued on, refusing to look at any of them; knowing you might break. You had read upon Luffy’s request for the crew, knowing it was exactly what you needed. You missed the crew - missed Zoro - more than anything and were desperate to wiggle back into their lives after what happened. You were unsure if they would understand your reason for leaving them but you had to try.
You had to make things right again.
The initial shock had wore off the monster trio, watching in awe as their eyes casted on you again; jumping back into the fight. It was almost like the years apart did not matter, the four of you easily weaving between each other to take out your enemies. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted the familiar tufts of green, your heart soaring at being in Zoro’s presence again.
The abundance of enemies the boys collected served as a buffer, allowing you to distract yourself from any relief looking at them may endure. You hadn’t felt so at peace in a fight for a long time, knowing their company was enough to project whatever strength you had pushed aside since you left them. Knocking down your final victim with a heavy blow you let out a boisterous sigh, knowing the boys were waiting behind you, watching for your next move.
Wiping over your brow with a shaky hand you turned back to your friends, smiling at them as they all looked back at you. You fluttered your eyes between all of them, noticing vastly different looks on all their faces, exactly how you remembered them to be.
Luffy's jaw dropped, gawking with amazement, speechless gasps tickling his throat. Sanji washed over in a love-struck faze, collapsing into a heap as his nose dripped blood. Zoro stood as he usually did, tall and stoic, his emotions covered by a thick wall of unspeakable damage.
Waving nervously you greeted your fellow crewmates, your voice creaking with an uncomfortable shake. For a moment non of the boys said anything, their faces all but speaking for themselves; seeing their once deceased friend alive again.
A sudden bellow parted from Luffy, amused at the strange occurrence to find you here. Placing his hand upon his forehead he projected a sound you recognised well, a typical heartfelt Luffy laugh. You couldn’t help but smile as your captain welcomed your presence once more.
"(Y/N)!' Luffy exclaimed, his laugh quietening down. Quickly switching his movements he came running towards you with outstretched arms "YOU'RE BACK! MY CREW IS BACK TOGETHER AGAIN!"
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Placing your feet back onto the Thousand Sunny you quickly ignored the confused gasps of the remainder of your friends. You understood it had to be an absurd scene to see you return, reuniting with them all seemed all but a dream to those around you.
Greeting everyone else the same you did before, your heart sunk, knowing there was a chance they might not share the same enthusiasm of your captain. You struggled to continue eye contact, flickering to everywhere else but your crew, afraid what their expressions truely meant.
A warm embrace shifted your attention, feeling the limbs of your friend encompassing you; long orange hair from the navigator lingering in your face. Her hug was met with a continuation of her affection, members circling around you both to form a tightly knit hug suffocating you at the centre of it all. Your captain tied you all together, his long arms stretching far around as he babbled on, questions falling from his mouth like he was running out of time to ask them.
Ushering the crew off you for a chance of air, you directed them to sit, mindlessly ignoring their confused questions prompted from Luffy, stringing from one member to the next; fishing for answers. Shifting your feet down under you, you took a seat between Luffy and Robin, waiting for your friends to settle; knowing there were burning questions for you.
"What happened to you?" Robin queried, her voice smooth, tracing no hint of anger in her tone.
"It's a long story..."
"Well please explain" Nami spoke up "I think we all deserve to know what happened"
"You do" you agreed, taking a deep breath in.
"I had a troubling past with some marines - with everybody really. All my life I have been tracked for something I couldn't control and a few years ago I thought I fixed the problem... I thought I was safe with you all... I hid who I truely was from you, disgusting myself and my true form, because I didn't want any of you to be hurt because of me; because of what I am"
"And what are you exactly?"
"I come from a long and powerful linage of rare fae... making me the last of my kind. My entire species was wiped out when I was a child and I have been a leading suspect for most tracking fleets since then... changing myself and making any tracking positions think I am dead was the only way to get by"
"So similar to Robin?" Luffy chimed in, pointing over at the archeologist beside you.
"Well in a way, yes, but when we reached Thriller Bark I knew something was different... I knew there had been a shift in my status and they were catching on I was alive and part of this crew... I had to disappear again before they found me; found you all"
You were met with a circle of silence, their minds working overtime to breakdown everything you said to them. Non of their faces showed any sign of anger of disproval of your return. A good sign, you thought. You sat to answer more of their questions, letting the group slowly disband with their satisfaction, withdrawing to resume a usual routine as if you never left; leaving you to watch still seated on the Sunny’s deck.
Looking up you were met with an outstretched hand, dangling in your face. Following the arm up you met a familiar warm face, a thin smile etched in his beautiful pout. Zoro radiated a comfort that didn’t require words, his mannerism speaking more than he ever could. The two of you knew how to communicate in more ways than one, spurring your closeness before your disappearance. You could tell he wasn’t mad, but the subtle shake in his hand guided there was something he has to say; something in private.
Taking Zoro’s hand you stood up, letting him guide you around the side of the ship; somewhere the two of you knew you would be safe from prying ears. He waited a few seconds before sliding you up against the wall, making sure you were both safe, encapsulating you between his arms either side of your head. Physically, he was different, more scars and muscles than you remember, but the same sweet interior still remained; he hadn’t changed one bit.
“(Y/n)” Zoro boxed you deeper against the wall, his voice groggy from exhaustion. Looking up to meet his eye you hands followed, cupping his cheeks still; taking in how he felt under your fingertips. He was warm under your skin, a radiant glow dancing across his cheeks as you touched him.
“I know… I’m sorry…”
“You were gone” his hands attempted to grip into the wall, lost on how to act, his mind swimming with thoughts of you dead. But you were here again. “You died…”
“No, I didn’t. I just had to disappear for a while, I’m sorry, Zoro, for everything”
Zoro could feel his voice breaking, gurgling in his throat, forcing his confession to surface. Stubborn tears cradled his eye in a bid to tip over, letting him shut it tight as loose drops trickled down his cheek; your thumb wiping them clean. His lips trembled, breaking his cold behaviour, years of build up regret and longing to have you back looming right in front of him.
“You were gone… you left us… I loved you - I still do - and you just... died… I saw you die… I couldn't protect you... I couldn't bring you back... We had to just leave you there... I left you there... (Y/n), I'm sorry I didn't do anything more to keep you with us... with me...”
Leaning up slowly you connected your lips to Zoro, reminding him you were here; that you were still alive. In a more perfect world you would have wished for a better first kiss, one where you both stumbled in each others arms after a date; one that made you lightheaded and weak at the knees. However, you knew that would never be the case; not with how your lives intertwined. You both engaged in a treacherous life and perhaps the idea of romance would be only a dream to you both.
But you both had to try.
Zoro's arms wrapped around your body, pressing you back deeper against the wall. His hands moved into your skin, gripping tight into your flesh afraid you would leave again. He could feel his whole body shake as he engulfed you, wishing to stay like this for the rest of his life. He had only mere dreams of kissing you like this - how you would taste - but nothing compared to how you felt in that moment. Neither of you were sure if it was the intense longing you shared for many years or the abrupt reunion but something founded the kiss in a fever you couldn’t escape.
Satisfied you were real, Zoro broke away, gasping heavily as he continued to hold you close to him. His eye slowly fluttered open to look down at you, now pierced with a hurtful sting of red from his emotions.
"Take me with you next time" Zoro pleaded, squeezing you closer. "I can't be apart from you again"
"Zoro..."
"Please, (Y/n). Promise me you won't disappear on me again; I can't lose you now you're back. I'll keep you safe, so just stay with me"
"I can't promise you that, Zoro"
"Well try to" Zoro barked, changing his tone. "I'm not going to let you leave when things get tough, (Y/n)! We will fight for you again and again to have you with us, we don't care who stands in our way! You were there when we rescued Robin, you know what happens when a member of the crew is in trouble! You are no exception here! You are a part of us, a part of me, and I’ll be fucking damned if I let you slip away from us again!”
Resting your hands down onto Zoro's chest you leaned away from him, taking a moment to think about what he said. You knew it would be cruel to promise him you’d stay or take him with you if you were to leave again; you wished to keep him safe. Any promise to him would simply be a wasted breath, knowing there was no guarantee in your words.
"I understand what you are saying, Zoro, but this is more than just me leaving; there is more at stake. I will do whatever I can to be here with you, but understand that I will always put you and the crew's safety over me and that may include outcomes you might not like. I can't promise anything because I don't know what my future holds; what our future holds"
Your hands wrapped around his thick neck, sliding yourself up into a tight hug. "But for now can we just be? I would like us to exist like this for a while without the thought of being torn apart; can we do that for a while?"
Zoro was quiet, his rapid heartbeat hammering against you as you held onto him, giving him a moment to think clearly. Choking back more abrasive tears he nodded, giving up on fighting you as of now. He wanted to enjoy having you back and if that meant to live oblivious to the outside world for a while he would do it. He would do anything for you.
"Okay" he mumbled, sliding his arms into a more comfortable brace around your body. "We can enjoy what we have now, but when it's time, I will fight for you to stay again. I will fight for you, (Y/n), for the one I love"
Summary: Zoro being his usual cold self makes you think that he doesn’t feel the same way as you do but once the crew explores a new island he meets someone from your past. He realizes that he wants to protect you, protect his woman.
Warnings: mention of abuse and assault, smut, 18+, dirty talk, degration, dom/sub dynamic, pet names, use of woman, slut, mention of violence, breeding kink, punishment, male recieving, jealous Zoro — Let me know if I missed one!
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You hated the way you fell for that green haired swordsman, out of all people in your life. Zoro was known for his quiet nature - no emotions whatsoever and it made you think that you should stay quiet about your own emotions even more. The feeling of your sadness splashed through your heart every now and then — not being unnoticed. The other crew mates on that ship picked up your weirdly odd behaviour but decided to leave you alone instead of upsetting you. At the end it was Robin, your girl friend with extremely high emotional and academical knowledge. She made her way over to you and sat down next to you, waving Nami over while the boys were busy doing something else. “Alright, what is wrong?“ Nami started and tilted her head confused, watched Robin smiling with warmth to ensure a safe place is build for you just now. You softly shook your head "Nothing, I am just a bit tir-" you tried to state but got interrupted but a loud voice echoing through the ship "Oi! Ussop, leave him“ Zoro said stern with closed eyes, trying to sleep in peace. Your gaze wandered to his body and it made you gulp, he was not only good looking but something about his persona made you feel hurt — knowing he will never feel the same. Robin raised her eyebrow, Nami quietly slapped her hand against her mouth and you exhaled annoyed, now they knew — great.
"Why didn’t you tell us?!“ Nami whispered in a hectic tone with a slight hint of disappointment. "Because it’s embarrassing!“ you hissed quietly and cleared your throat before calming down to not gather any attention. You didn’t notice one eye opening and the swordsman looking over with a confused but quite noise. "You newer know what he thinks, he’s rather distant“ Robin agreed and looked to Zoro before turning her gaze back to you. "Yeah and therefore you should talk to him!“ Nami said with a slight pout and crossing her arm in front of her chest.
You didn’t get a chance to answer. Sanji came out of the kitchen and called out that food was ready. "Oi, everyone! Come eat something“ he shouted over the deck and headed back into the kitchen. You sighed and stood with the two girls by your side, walking into the kitchen and looking around. The girls giggled lightly, sat down without any notice and winking to each other. Your eyes blinked in confusion at their faces before you sat down, and then you realised — the only free seat is next you. Zoro came in half asleep and didn’t pay any attention to any odd behaviour, he just sat down and yawned slightly.
"The food is so tasty, Sanji! Can I get more?“ the captain exclaimed laughing, earning an annoyed glaze from the cook. "Zoro, sorry. Could you pass me the salad, please?“ you asked and sighed. "Huh?“ Zoro said with a unreadable expression before passing the salad over. Robin smiled innocently and used her devil fruit to let a hand grow between you and Zoro on the bench, nudged your side so you twitched and accidentally hit Zoro with your arm after taking the bowl of salad. "Oh, sorry!“ you said apologetic and scooted away a bit. Zoro looked at you in confusion but just shook his head — signalizing for you to just forget it. You shot Nami and Robin a meaningful glaze - showing them how he didn’t react at all because if he had any emotion towards you he would treat you differently than the others — or would he not?
"Let’s go out and walk around the island!“ the captain giggled after the lunch you had together and everyone seemed to agree, well you didn’t have to choice — leaving your captain alone could cause more harm than good. It didn’t take long for everyone to get dressed and leave the ship together. Zoro was walking behind you, watched you talk to Robin and Nami. His gaze wandered over your body and focusing on your tilted head — seeing you smile. He didn’t know what was going on, well he never really does but he knew that something was between you two. Zoro didn’t know how to address any of it in front of you and you thought he would simply just not like you.
You laughed out, forgetting your pain for a moment and enjoying the moment with your closest friends. Unfortunately, you stopped mid conversation because something caught your eye from the distance. The other didn’t seem to notice but Zoro did, he noticed how you stopped walking and accidentally bumped into you — your back slightly pressed against him. He noticed, pressed against him out of fear, which is rare. You weren’t someone to back down easily nor could anyone scare you in that way, you always had a cool composure. "What is it? Are there marines?“ he asked with one lifted eyebrow and look around. You turned to him and look into his eyes and if you weren’t to busy being scared, you would notice the slight worry in his. "Stay with me, please“ you said quietly as you looked down to avoid any glances.
Zoro looked down to you, your hand slightly on his upper body, your gaze lowered and it was just when a tall man walked passed you two that he noticed how your body froze. You didn’t tell the crew about any of it except Nami and Robin of course, that man was and still is your biggest nightmare. "Hey, hey what happened?“ Robin asked calmly as she walked back to you and Zoro after she noticed you two were left behind. "I don’t know she started to act like that after someone walked passed us“ Zoro said confused but didn’t ask any further questions - you didn’t want to tell him and he respects that. Robin let out a small gasp, gently taking your hand and escorting you away from the scene. Zoro looked behind his shoulder, following that stranger with his eyes and wondering what was happening.
Some of the crew members set their foot down in a bar but you wanted to go into a small Café, Robin went into a library with Nami to gather more information about the next island and Sanji went to the market. After reassuring your two girl friends that you will be okay they let you go on your own, knowing that you are not weak and they were all near if anything happened. You sat down with on of your books and thanked the waiter for the hot cup of tea before starting to read your pages.
In that moment Zoro followed the other girls of the crew and stopped them. "Oi! Nami, Robin, wait!“ he said out loud and made them stop confused as to why he is following them into a library. "That man, who ist that?“ he wanted to know and crossed his arms in front of his chest. The two of them looked at each other and opened their mouths, closed them again and sighed. They promised you not to tell anyone, you were embarrassed. Zoro noticed, nodded and looked away: "Fine, I’m gonna find it out on my own“ he stated and left.
Before you joined the Strawhats you lived a traumatic life — one that you only wanted to cut out of your memories. You were married — not by love, by force. Married to a man of violence and he made that clear everyday you were with him. It was Luffy, who landed on your island while being separated from his crew and helping you to get out of there. He never knew what exactly happened to you but your kindness towards him and the abuse he witnessed was enough for Luffy to crash out. It didn’t take long for him to ask you to be in his crew and convince you that the others will love you. You agreed with tears in your eyes back then and never looked back — you’ve never been happier.
Another reason why you don’t understand how you fell for someone like Zoro, a man without showing any feelings which was what you wanted. You wanted a smart man, a man who loved you deeply enough to show his love and not hide it behind his ego. A small sigh escaped your lips but before you could read more into any of it you got stopped by someone ripping your book out of your hands. You gasped out after seeing his face in front of you, sitting in that chair at your table and grinning. "I knew I didn’t hallucinate, you are really here and alone“ he laughed and flipped through your book. "So you’re still trying to become smart and oh, become talented?“ he spat out ironically while seeing some drawing in your book. "Give it back!“ you hissed, trying to snatch the book back but he held it up.
"Where is your little gummy toy? Did he leave you? Wouldn’t surprise me“ he snarled and tapped his fingers on the table. Just in that moment Zoro saw you two from outside of the window and decided to get a coffee for one instead of bear. He watched you two carefully from a distant, still not knowing who that guy was but he didn’t like it. That feeling inside of him didn’t like the idea or view of another man being in your presence. "Leave me alone“ Zoro heard you hiss again and getting his answer right away — realizing what kind of man that was.
The way he hit his fist onto the table, the way he dangerously came closer and about to lay a hand on you. He knew exactly what kind of man that is. Zoro took a chair from an empty table, dragged it loud enough for everyone to hear over the wooden floor and sat down next to you. "Who are you?“ Zoro asked coldly, leaning towards the table and waiting for an answer. "She told you to leave, then leave her the fuck alone“ he said stern as he pushed one of his sowrds out with his thumb. The man looked at Zoro angrily, noticed how everyone else was silent and looked directly at him. He scoffed disgusted: "This is not over“ he spat out and practically stormed out of the café.
Zoro turned to you. "Are you okay?“ he asked with a softer tone and leaned forward to you, looking directly into your eyes. You weren’t able to process any of what just happened but were deeply thankful for Zoro stepping in. You nodded. "Yes, thanks to you. Thank you, Zoro" you whispered gently and smiled lightly. Zoro laughed surprisingly warm and looked around, the waiter noticed and came to your table — a little to intimidated. "Black coffee.“ Zoro ordered and nodded which led to you lifting your eyebrow, laughing out irritated."You? Coffee?“ you said with an amused tone and shook your head. Zoro grinned slightly, leaned back into the back of the chair and looked around to make sure everything was fine.
He noticed small things during your time in the café, the way you would lean towards him more often — how you shyly giggled whenever he said something funny. Zoro noticed himself losing focus, watching you with awe in his eyes and smiling more than usual. He didn’t seem to understand why noticed but he does and that quiet frequently. "Do you want to find the others? It got late" you said, looking outside the window and realizing that the sun was gone. Zoro nodded, put some money on the table and stopped you taking out any of yours. "It’s fine, I got it. Come on“ he said and didn’t even give you a chance to react because he walked to the door already.
You shook your head with so many racing emotions, followed him and smiled while standing next to him. "I think they might be in a bar, I overheard Ussop earlier“ you thought out loud and turned your head to Zoro who was already looking at you the whole time. He simply nodded and gently led you through the dark streets, quietly. "Zoro? Is everything alright?“ you asked gently, one hand on his arm and stopping him slightly. "Yes, it is. Why?“ he asked back and looked down at your hand placement. "You acted different minutes ago and now you’re like this again..“ you mumbled slightly at the end of the sentence, looked away and sighed.
Zoro raised his eyebrow and stood still, not really understanding what you meant. "Like what?“ he asked more strict as if he didn’t like the way you were talking to him — if you got something to say, say it. He intimated you, that he did quiet often but you just shook your head. The tone, the way of talking and his slightly irritated face reminded you of your former husband and you realized — maybe Zoro isn’t as good for you as your feelings try to tell you. So you dropped it "Nothing“ you said and kept on walking. Zoro wasn’t having it, he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back towards him which made you bump against his body.
"If you want to tell me something, do so. Otherwise your friend from earlier, who is just staring at us, will come in and interrupt it“ he said and pointed into an alley next to you where you could see his figure. "I think he is waiting for something to happen, do you know what that might be?“ Zoro asked calmly, slowly leaning forward and hovering over your face. You nodded with a heavy breath, he wanted to make a scene and you knew how you would trigger it — with whom you would trigger it. "Then talk to me first“ Zoro hissed in annoyance, not from you but the heat slightly burning his body from the inside. It took you a while to talk, the whole scenery was intense — you couldn’t even stand properly if it wasn’t for Zoros hand supporting you.
His bare chest was directly in front of you, his lips were just waiting for yours to touch them and your feelings were shouting in their cage to finally be freed — not to mention that other man watching and waiting for something he could use to hurt you. "Zoro, Zoro I like you“ you choked out and gripped his arm a little tighter for extra hold. It was too much but the way he looked at you, it made your knees weak. He shook his head. "You’re lying, my woman will not lie to my face like that. Talk to me“ he replied and waited, waited patiently for you to admit it. "Admit it, admit that I’m not hallucinating about your behaviour around me, tell me the truth“ he said stern, exactly how you know him — dominant and direct.
"I love you“ you whispered after a long time of silence and looked into his eyes with fear of not knowing how he would react. Zoro slung his arm around your waist, pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was heated, messy and hot. "He’s watching, can you feel that?“ Zoro asked with a low laugh. You nodded, unable to use your words. "He’s watching me with my woman“ he simply stated and stopped at your ear. "My woman, who will talk to me about everything. My woman, who will not lie to me“ he whispered against your earlobe and it made you shiver. "Is that understood?“ he asked, grabbed your waist tighter and made you cough. You nodded frequently but he didn’t like it. "I didn’t hear you“ he grinned slightly and waited. "Yes, yes I understand“ you whispered in a harsh breath, digging your nails into his kimono and gulping.
Zoro turned you two a bit so you were able to look into that alley. "Can you see him?“ Zoro asked lowly and wished for you to nod. "Look into his eyes and show him how my woman feels around me“ he grunted darkly, pressing your body against his. "My woman feels safe and protected around me. My woman let’s me take care of everything, understood?“ Zoro asked with a strict tone and bit into your neck which made you moan while still looking in that angry man’s eyes. "Y-yes, yes Zoro, understood“ you gasped out and whimpered slightly, making Zoro smile devilishly. He took a step back and looked at your grinning, pushing one sword out and turning around. Just in the right moment he kicked that man away from the two of you after Zoro noticed that he has been coming closer.
"You little slut“ you former husband spat out and stood up again. "I’ll take care of it“ Zoro said, walked closer to him with such dark eyes that even you took a step back. The noise got attention from some people in different restaurants and bars — they came outside to see what was happening. "Oi, Zoro!“ Luffy shouted and walked over with the others. "That’s my business, Luffy“ Zoro stated which the captain respected. Luffy nodded and smiled from one ear to another, laughed slightly and took a step back. "Take her with you“ Zoro shouted and put his sword in between his mouth. "What, no!“ you disagreed but Liffy already got his hands on you and dragged you with him. You trusted Zoro completely, you knew he was strong and you’ve seen him fight but still — you were worried.
Robin and Nami took you out of Luffys hands and talked to you, calmed you down with all the emotion that you tried to handle. Sanji handed you a drink and gave you a soft smile. "You know that mosshead“ he simply said. You laughed lightly but got interrupted by Nami who nudged your side, pointing to Zoro walking in. You didn’t even think, immediately you stood up and walked over to him. "Hey, are you okay?“ you asked worried and checked his body for scars or something else. "Zoro, Zoro you’re bleeding“ you gasped but he grabbed your before you could touch it. "It’s not mine, I’m fine“ he stated and looked into your eyes which made you freeze.
Zoro walked passed you, surprisingly got a drink from Sanji because even though they had their differences, he respected Zoro protecting you. You stood there a little longer in shock but managed to shake it off and walk back to the others. The girls looked at you, then at Zoro and then back at you but didn’t say anything and they didn’t have to. You felt every bit of tension in this room and the way Zoro handled everything made you feel one emotion more — annoyance.
It took a while to acclimate to the situation but it still nagged you, you where overwhelmed to say the least. You didn’t talk to Zoro after what have happened for days — not intentionally but you needed time for yourself. Zoro had enough of it, he told you how he would want a woman by his side, what it would be like with him. He didn’t tolerate any kind of childish behaviour, talk if it’s bothering you or leave it. He hated the way you made him feel, as if you’re trying to take all of the control. Zoro wanted to end whatever it was that made you behave that way, he wanted to show you who, in fact, was in charge and who was able to handle all of the control.
You were in the library of the ship while the others headed to town again but you just wanted a little piece, maybe drawing or reading. Your thoughts got cut in the middle of your thinking as the door opened and got shut with a louder noise than usual. Your body twitched and you turned your head around to see Zoro walking over to you, opening his kimono lightly and putting his sword away. "Zoro“ you said surprised since you two were distant and not talking to each other, he didn’t seem to care that much — at least that was what you were thinking. "What are you doing?“ he asked directly as he walked up to, getting closer and closer. You frowned and hold up a book, "I am reading..?“ you said hesitant and looked at him.
Zoro snatched the book out of your hand, tossed it to the ground and caged your body with both of his hands on each side of the round table. "Stop playing dumb with me, woman“ he lowly said and raised an eyebrow. "Did you forget who you were talking to? Do I have to remind you about that night some days ago?“ he asked with a ironic expression and came closer. Zoro had enough, he made his feelings and his words clear and he didn’t want to play a game — your game. "Zoro, I didn’t mean to. I just needed time“ you tried to explain and looked away. "Look at me, woman or I’m going to tie you onto your bed so you won’t be able to hide from me any longer“ Zoro hissed, taking your chin into his hand and turning your head back to the center.
"What time exactly? What do you need, babygirl? I thought we were done with your little game and came clean?“ he wanted to now with stoic stare. "Zoro, you’re intimidating me, especially that other night“ you confessed weakly as you looked into his eyes with so many things. Zoro couldn’t hide his grin, even though you two had come a long way to get to this point — he knows his woman. "And it scares me“ you admitted quietly and made him raise his eyebrows. He could only guess your fear in him being too cold and direct towards anyone and everything. You already had an emotionless man and it made your life a living hell but Zoro knew, he knew it was different with him and he wanted to hear it. "Why does it scare you? Come on, woman, speak your mind“ he insisted and didn’t even bother to take his gaze off of you.
"Because I like it, I like how you handle things, how you handle me“ you replied with a heavy breath and shaking body, he liked it. You could see in his eyes the darkness expand and it made you nearly drop to your knees. "Exactly, that’s right. My good woman“ he laughed out, crawling his hand into the back of your head and grabbing your hair to pull on it. You moaned out in pleasure and pain, still looking at Zoro and trying to stop yourself from shaking. "If you ever try to embarrass me like that again after I’ve made a scene for you in front of everyone, I will make you beg and scream for mercy — is that understood, woman?“ he hissed in a harsh tone with a dark voice and you couldn’t help yourself but nod.
"I am sorry“ you whimpered out and felt Zoro‘s knee rubbing itself between your legs. "Sorry? You’re sorry? Show me how sorry you are" he growled, pushed you down onto your knees without hesitation and had your hair still in his fist. Your breath was heavy and flat at the same time, your fingers made their way to open his kimono and pulling down his pants without any further thoughts. Zoro pulled your head back, making you look up to him in a degrading position. "Get used to this, baby. Get used to this position“ he started and laughed out. "You’re always going to be underneath me, like a good little woman, understood?“ he asked low and tilted his head.
You were going crazy, you felt the heat between your legs and the aching pulse going faster. "Yes, yes I understand“ you whined out, pressing your thighs together for some relive. "Spread those legs, put your hands behind your back and take it, take all of it to show me how much you understand“ Zoro ordered and you obeyed freely — as if you were waiting for him to play with you like a toy. You stared at his cock in front of your face and didn’t hesitate to put him into your mouth.
Zoro groaned and threw his head in his neck, moving your head in a rhythm and listing to your mouth and tongue making all the sweet noises around his dick.
"That’s right, keep doing that with your mouth“ he grunted and pushed your head further down until your nose touched his bare skin. You choked on him and gagged while looking up, meeting his eyes in a trance.
He pulled your head back, letting you breath in and out while rubbing himself all over your face. You tried to catch your breath before tapping his leg to let him know that you’re okay. Zoro didn’t wait any longer and pushed your head roughly against himself, making his way into your mouth and moving his hips rapidly. Your moans vibrated all over his sensitive skin and your eyes started to water from the sensation.
"Keep using your mouth, you love being used like this, don’t you?“ he said huskily and groaned out by the way you used your tongue, licking all over his cock and sucking on his tip.
Your hand wrapped itself around his big length and while your mouth tried to suck him off faster, your hand was moving up and down on him. "I am so close baby, keep going, like a pretty little slut“ Zoro moaned and you could feel him twitch inside of your mouth. "Take all of it, every drop and don’t you dare to let it drip“ he ordered before he grunted out your name, grabbing a fist of your hair and coming inside of your mouth. You looked at him — into his hooded eyes, swallowed everything and licked him clean, showing him your tongue to prove that you obeyed.
He grabbed your face and squished your cheeks, forcing you to lengthen your body and no way of looking away. "Undress, I want to see what is mine. Do it slowly." He said while pulling you back on your feet.
You took a step back and couldn’t control the shaking of your hands as they reached to the hem of your already revealing shirt. The tension was cutting into the air, Zoro leaned against the table and watched you carefully, not daring to miss any movement. You threw your shirt on the floor, not wearing anything under and it made Zoro grin. "Turn around, keep going“ Zoro ordered, making you turn around and open your skirt. You dropped it on the floor, revealing your lingerie and playing with the hem of it. "Come here“ he mumbled, not taking his eyes of your ass and licking over his lips. You stood in front of him, in between his legs, to be exact. "Turn around, lean back“ Zoro said in a daze, not paying attention to your expressions and only looking down on you.
You did, you turned around and slightly sat down on him, leaning your back against his body. He took his bandana off his arm and folded it over your eyes. You gasped out, your hips started to move on their own and a moan escaped your lips, your head against his shoulder and his hand around your throat. One rapid movement from Zoro was enough to bend you over the table, lift your leg up and tease your entrance with his tip.
"Zoro“ you whined desperately, "Zoro please“ your voice was shaking and your moved your hips against him, trying to get some relief. "Needy little slut“ he whispered against your back, caressing over one cheek before slapping his hand against your skin. A loud noise escaped your lips, your back started to arch itself for more and it made you feel so much at the same time. Zoro‘s hand grabbed your hair, pulled your head up while the other one was playing with between your legs. "I don’t even need to do anything, you’re already a wet mess for me, woman“ he laughed out and licked over his finger to taste you.
"You think you deserve it? After all you’ve done? You think you deserve my cock fucking you senseless until you can’t walk properly?“ he asked lowly, slapping his hand once more on your ass and slightly entering you from behind. You rolled your eyes back and tried to grip onto the table, using your hands to support your body. "Y-yes, please Zoro, I’m sorry" you managed to get out and spread your legs even more to feel him just a bit deeper. Zoro thrusted into you completely, without any warnings and grabbed your throat with his other hand — he was feeling like an animal, ready to fuck you merciless and enjoying the view of your body breaking underneath him.
You gasped for air and opened your mouth wide, managed to look into his eyes and whined. "Show me your tongue“ Zoro groaned, hovering over you and pulling on your hair to have a better look. You did, you sticked out your tongue and made him grin with a devilish expression. "Swallow, show me what you would do to get fucked by me" Zoro grinned and spit into your mouth, leaving you with a shocked face and a wide opened mouth. He thrusted into you with a forceful movement which made you moan before swallowing his spit slowly. "You would do anything, everything for me, isn’t that right, my pretty slut?“ he asked rhetorically and started to move his hips. You nodded frequently and moved your hips at the same time, arched your back even more and tried to take him in deeper. "Spread your ass for me, woman. Let me see all of it“ he growled loud and watched as you put your hands onto your cheeks and spread them with a loud moan.
"Zoro!“ you were already a moaning mess and while he was looking down on your ass, fucking you senseless and merciless from behind, you were feeling your insides break. "Shut up, take it and don’t fight it" Zoro spat out with a stern voice, grabbing your hands now and pulling you towards him. His cock was going in and out your wet cunt, going in deeper and faster — you were crying out of desperation and stimulation.
"Move your hips, I know you’re greedy" Zoro moaned and licked over his lips, seeing you cry and moan just like he wanted you to be. He threw his head back in pleasure and bit his lips, he was losing control just looking at you. He stopped rapidly, pulling himself out of you and dropping you onto the table. You let out a slight scream and couldn’t hold yourself up — you were shaking. Zoro turned you around, laid you down on your back and leaned your legs against his broad shoulders. He didn’t give you any time to get used to the position and rammed himself into you again.
He took the bandana off your eyes and saw your dazing off from the over sensation. "Look at me, don’t you dare to look away“ Zoro growled dangerously and leaned forward, fold your body and grabbing you by your throat again. "Let me see you break" he grunted and fastened his pace. Your eyes were focused on him, your hands were holding on to his arms and your voice was echoing through the room. "Zoro, oh, oh my god! Zoro I- I can’t" you cried out helplessly and tried to push him away playfully but he didn’t move. "Yeah, just like that. Break for me, let me be the man to break you everytime you misbehave“ he replied and pulled out completely — just to thrust in harder and deeper. "You can and you will. You will take it like you wanted. Be my good woman and take it all“ he hissed and watched your eyes roll back. The table was rocking back and fourth, Zoro‘s balls were clamping against your skin and the position you were in made you feel him so deep that you felt him ripping you apart.
"Zo‘, I- I’m com‘" you choked out and arched your back, nails crawling into his skins and your legs spreading themselves for more. Zoro grinned at the view, using his thumb to stimulate your clit. "Where do you want it? Where do you want me?“ he asked low and looked at your face, waiting for you answer while fucking you hard. "Inside“ was everything you got out with a cry and choked voice. "Good little slut, want my cum inside this pretty cunt and make it drip out of it“ he moaned and breathed heavy. You screamed out by Zoro‘s penetration and could feel your body tensing up, losing control over your own body and not able to control the shake of your legs. "Come on, let go" Zoro encouraged you and watched you climb your high, watching you scream and moan our his name and being a mess while chasing your orgasm like a wild rabbit. "That’s it, baby“ he groaned and grabbed your waist.
Zoro didn’t stop, he continued thrusting into your pretty cunt until you were sobbing, your hands now on his bare chest — practically begging him to stop. "It- it’s too much" you whined out but couldn’t help yourself moaning louder. "Almost there baby, take it for me“ he grunted again and watched his messy little slut losing herself underneath his touch. Zoro merciless fucking you made you feel things you’ve never felt before– made you do things you never knew you could. Your juice splashed around his dick, on his stomach and dripped out of your cunt – ran down your ass and it made the swordsman lose his mind.
Zoro growled out your name huskily, seconds before coming inside of you and falling over your body, supporting himself with his hand on the side of your waist. "Will you take it? All of it?“ he asked breathless and thrusted his come inside of you, this time slowly, watching you twitch with every thrust. You nodded sobbing, "Yes! Yes Zoro!" you couldn’t help yourself but scream and tighten your walls around him. He groaned, slowly pulling himself out of you and watching over you and your body.
Your face was red and puffed from all the tears, your hair was a mess and you were trembling. Zoro pushed himself up, took his Kimono and carefully placed it over your body. He picked you up slowly and carried you to his room. The others were still gone, no one heard you, no one saw your. He laid you down on his bed, cleaning you up softly and watching you twitch with every stroke.
"You’re okay, my woman’s okay — she is protected" he mumbled against your forehead and laid down next to you. "I loved it, I love you" you whispered out of breath and closed your eyes. Zoro smiled, kissed your lips one last time and pulled you closer to him.
He loved you too.
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Here is a Zoro one! I hope you enjoyed it, I appreciated the reaction to my Sanji smut xx couldn’t believe how many people saw and liked it, thanks so much! Next would be Luffy - stay tuned!
Note: English is not my first language, I apologize for every mistake.
tags !! - period sex, mention of blood, slight dubcon, pussy eating, breeding kink mention
“i’m so sorry sweet girl, so sorry.. can’t help it” könig mumbled breathlessly above you, chin resting on the top of your head as he kept you in a tight headlock. “i know it hurts, jus’ le’me make it feel better”
he was mumbling, accent thick while he talked with his teeth clenched. lips pressed together as he drilled into your cunt, pushing past the plush of your thighs to pull out and bury himself inside each time.
had your legs locked together by his knees on either side, only ever occasionally picking his head up to look down at his bloodied up cock, pulling slowly to marvel at the sight. made him obsoletely feral, picking up the pace and making himself fuck into your leaking hole until his whole body was jittering. like an animal that needed to breed.
“jus’ so easy to fuck baby...” he answered back when you whined, holding your breath each time his hips came down to smack against your ass, shoving you further into the bed. cock easily slipping in and popping back out, covered in blood. “givin’ my pretty girl what she needs..”
he huffed to himself, getting off on the praises that you would usually give him. but you were too busy trying to get over this sensation; so he had to make due. even began whining himself at one point, complaining that he was so close but didn’t wanna finish just yet.
as weak as ever with holding himself back; könig spilled himself inside you, hips locking against your round ass— mixing his heavy white seed deep inside your womb. he waited patiently until your muscles twitched and pushed it back out, dripping down to your clit white and red.
you were weak to his further advances, legs being pulled apart like some sex doll. könig got to his knees better your legs, chest hovering over the mattress as his chin met your clit, mouth licking past your folds and into your abused hole. twitching at the pressure again, your body tried to push more of whatever else was inside of you out.
it’s just.. könig didn’t allow it. pushed his cum back in further with his tongue, licking along your walls and tasting the metallic from your walls. tasted like his hands after using a gun without gloves. like stale blood. reminded him of the battlefield. all that excitement made him groan into your pussy, tongue fucking your weak ring of muscle until your back arched and your stomach pushed into the bed.
and when he was done; he hovered over you like a predator fresh him his kill. mouth all red, a slow and creepy smile appearing on his face as you reluctantly made eye contact.
It was like there was bugs under his skin or something. Every time he came around you, he couldn't for the life of him sit still. Konig had been planning though, he'd spent his fair share of time on forums on reddit, looking through how to attract a woman like he was a male bird, and he had gathered some 'scientific evidence', if you could call it that.
He's not very conventionally attractive, having scars and burn marks on his body, and a badly broken nose that was set wrong, so he needs all the help he can get to get some action. Maybe it was slightly (really) creepy that he was tracking your menstrual cycle so he knew when you were ovulating to take full advantage of that. Some would call that stalking, but he just considered himself to be a caring friend.
Maybe he's been stealing some of your body cream so he can smell nice for you and entice you to come closer, or yell at him for touching your things, he enjoys the attention either way. And sometimes he wears grey sweatpants (no boxers of course), slung low on his hips so you could see his heavy cock hanging between his muscular thighs. When he sits on the couch and manspreads right in front of you, already half hard and twitching beneath the fabric thinking about your warm, smooth lips sucking on the tip of his fat cock, he laying the honey for his trap.
He can see you looking at him from the corner of his eye and it makes his palms sweaty. Sure he'd watched countless hours of lewd porn and thought he knew what to do, but he'd never seen a woman look at him like that before. Konig was a little afraid you might eat him alive.
But it was okay, he'd just mimic whatever he's watched in porn and recreate it with you when you asked. simple.
But no, when you tugged down his sweats and straddled his broad lap, it was not fucking simple.
Konig was so whiny and desperate, but he was also so obedient for you, just your hand around his veiny cock has him shuddering, trying not to cum all over your fist within the first three seconds. But you're too focused on the way his forearms flex and his veins swell with blood when his hands instinctively scramble grip your hips, holding you in place so you can't just sink down on his cock, or else he'll blow his thick load immediately :(
You pause, giving him a look that makes him worried that he's just blow his shot at no longer being a virgin, which was quickly washed away when you tugged your panties to the side and eased the fat, drooling tip between your slick, swollen folds. Konig's cock is barely even an inch in and he's already panting, his heavy balls tightening up between his thighs, his head thrown back as a low groan escapes his throat. He tries his best to exude confidence and not let the tears slip from his eyes when you sink down, but Konig's far too gone to care.
Konig is loud, a moaning and whimpering mess with every thrust. You could tell he was a virgin based off of his pace, clumsy and awkward, sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow. It was a good thing his dick was as long and girthy as it was, because his aim was shit, the broad tip nudging and missing all the good spots inside you. You had to roll your hips to get him to rub against that spot deep inside you, having to take matters into your own hands, because Konig doesn't seem to able to take much more, his thrusts already starting to stutter and become sloppy.
Poor Konig was in heaven, far more lost than you were, and he wasn't even the one who was ovulating.
He was just too sensitive, your sweet, tight cunt was squeezing his cock so hard, the pleasure was teetering on being painful. And when you rolled your hips down to meet his sloppy thrusts, the feeling of his engorged veins pulsing against your warm walls with every beat of his heart was enough to make him see stars.
Konig came with a low, whiny groan, his strong hips instinctively thrusting up into you with bruising strength, filling your pussy with so much of his hot, thick cum, that it oozes out and on to his balls. He was trembling when he came down from his high, tears running down his cheeks while he made you promise him over and over again that you wouldn't move an inch, he couldn't take any more, certainly not a second round from him :(
bull hybrid könig was told more than once to not touch a single soul out in the farm, knowing that it'll probably end with needing to tug him away by horns from some other hybrid he'll try to pump full of seed that sits heavy in his balls and making him ache, that was how bulls are, but the farmhand didn't knew the real extent of his true intentions, that his baby blue's weren't even tracking the cow hybrid ladies wandering around the sunny field.
no, könig was more curious in you, a sweet thing that was helping around the area, feeding the hybrids, making sure they were comfortable and clean, that they had everything they needed, stealing quiet moments beneath the tree's shadow when you had a couple hours to yourself, enjoying the light breeze or some book, well, until he started to join you, quite persistent, long tail swishing behind his bulky body, looming over you with sparkling eyes and twitching fluffy ears, tilting his masked head aside with an almost innocent plea — “can i join you, kleine?”
and there's no reason to refuse, really, even if he get's a little bit too needy by sitting close to you, burly body nudging against your smaller frame, wriggling, until he'd look at you with sweetly fluttering eyes and gaze down at your lap, a silent question, a subtle tug of his thick, calloused fingers against the sleeve of your shirt, so you sigh and nod, letting him lay his head down on your thighs, gazing up at you beneath the swoop of eyelashes, listening how you read out loud, as he nuzzles his masked face against your stomach, breath tingling, and you miss out how he crumples the fabric up his scarred features, leaving it stuck against the sharp horns.
it's only a coincidence that he'd have your thighs thrown over the broad stretch of his shoulders, dangling quivering and useless as he get's himself a small treat of your soppy cunt against his warm mouth, eager as he nudges deeper, nose pressing against the swollen bud of your clit, making your body twitch, squirming on the grass as he holds you pinned there, broad palms encompassing supple curves of your body, holding with a force that makes sinews move beneath skin, as he bobs his head, tongue lavishing at your slick dripping hole.
dragging him off you would be harder than any other bull, because he won't still the bruising pistoning of his hips until you'll gush around his fat cock, ushering him to spill his creamy, thick seed against the entrance of your sweet womb, trembling as your cunt holds him in a tight clamp, gummy walls spasming and milking the engorged girth until könig's heavy balls are empty, resting against the swell of your ass as his seed frothes out of your pussy and around his cock, still nestled deep inside as to keep you plugged, heaving and dazed as you look in his slyly squinted eyes.
Simon doesn’t get why you hate him so much.
simon riley x sergeant!reader who hates(?) his guts
tags/cw: nsfw 18+, explicit sexual content, afab!reader, simon kind of corners you for a sec so a smidge of dubcon but there’s verbal consent right after!, male masturbation, light masochism, sexual tension, brat kink, degradation kink, sparring as foreplay, hate sex (kind of), dirty thoughts & dirty talk, teasing, oral, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, FEELINGS, just hear me out okay. [5k words]
based off of this request!
Simon doesn’t get why you hate him so much.
Doesn’t understand why you’re perfectly polite with Price and the others but look at him like fresh shit smeared on your boot’s sole.
Not that he cares; it’s only mildly irritating to have to listen to you talk shit whenever he’s busy tracking a target down his scope.
Better not miss, Lt.
Would be a really big mess to clean if you fuck this up, Lt.
Don’t tell me you’re getting rusty, Lt?
A right anklebiter, you are. It gets worse when you’re both on base– when the verbal pettiness turns physical.
You’re both on the running track, doing your morning runs at the same time.
“On your right,” Simon grunts, just loud enough for you to hear. He pivots just a bit to your right so he can pass.
But then you also slide a bit to your right, speeding up on the way so that you’re still in front and blocking his way. When he tries going to the other way, you zig zag with him. Left, right, left, left, more left, right.
In the end, you stop when he stops. You turn towards him, eyeing him like a moldy meal you forgot to throw out.
“Oh. Hi, Lt.,” you say. “Didn’t see you there.”
“I told you to move, Sergeant,” he mutters.
“Sorry, Lt., what was that?” You cup your ears. “Couldn’t hear you over my music.”
You’re not even wearing any earbuds.
He turns on his heels and leaves with his fists clenched tight.
It’s been like this since you first joined. He remembers it as clear as day-- a younger, somehow more stubborn-looking you. Plucked fresh from whatever unit you were in before them. You had greeted them— Price, Garrick, Johnny— with respect: a salute, a handshake, and a smile to boot.
But then you hear his name, see his mask, and it’s like hell freezes over on your face.
Lieutenant Riley, nice to meet you– like it was the exact opposite, like it caused you physical pain to even say his name.
Johnny makes fun of him for it. Dae ye know 'em? Face looked like ye curbstomped a bairn or something.
You drop the filter entirely once you settle into the team months later. Tongue gets looser, no pulled punches, thinly veiled contempt slipping into pure snark.
He needs to grab something from a cabinet you’re in front of? Your hand shoots out, waggling your fingers. Five quid and I’ll move, Lt.
Helping him bandage up on an op? He grunts when your fingers dig just a tad too deep into his skin and wrap the wound just a tad too tight. Maybe if you didn’t get hit in the first place, Lt.
It’s infuriating.
But you don’t stop because there are never any consequences.
No matter how many looks Price shoots him when the old man overhears the blatant disrespect.
No matter how many times other soldiers stare at you like you’re out of your goddamn mind (you are) for saying the shit you do.
Why?
Because the reason Simon never writes you up for insubordination is the same reason he's fisting his leaking cock in bed like some horny fucking teenager.
It's the same reason he lets you snark in his ear over comms, quietly grinding his rock-hard erection into cold dirt, and grunts to hide the pleasure that shoot down his spine when your nails dig into bloody skin.
It's the only thing he can think about when he's like this— your nails tracing the muscle of his back and gripping his cock until his spunk gets all over you.
Simon doesn't remember when it started. Doesn’t remember when the want became a need.
Maybe it was the time you sassed him in front of the others, or maybe it was when you looked him straight in the eye and told him 'you look like a cosplayer, Lt.' Or maybe it was since the beginning, on your very first day.
The one thing he is sure about is how much he wants to fuck you.
Simon wants to fuck you until you're all babbles and wails— bend you over in his bed until you can't think straight and all you can muster is how you want more of his stupid, stupid cock.
He wants you to want him as much as he wants you. But he doesn't want to fuck the fight out of you though, no.
Yeah, a part of him still wonders why you hate him so much, but he doesn't mind you sticking to whatever fucked-up preconceived notions you have of him.
Your fire is what makes it fun, and Simon loves to burn.
He cums like that, mind flush with the thought of you fucking yourself on his cock while telling him how much you can't fucking stand him.
When the haze of pleasure finally recedes, he's stuck with one goal in his mind,
—getting you in his bed.
Your lieutenant's acting strange.
Ever since he walked away from you on the track, Ghost has been... accommodating. Moreso than before.
It's suspicious as fuck.
You're not an idiot. You know your behavior should've gotten you sacked ages ago. Even though Ghost might let it slide for whatever reason, it's still highly disrespectful to your CO. (But you have your reason, as petty as it is. He deserves it.)
So it's strange when he starts acting almost-nice to you.
Exhibit A.
Standing up for you.
The 141 is respected amongst operators and soldiers alike; this is fact. But there's always bound to be a green recruit who thinks, I can do it, I'm special, why not me?
These are the ones you encounter most as the most recent and youngest addition to the 141. It's something you had to grow new skin for, but that doesn't mean it isn't fucking annoying to deal with.
"I bet I could take them in a fight. They don't even look that tough," the recruit prattles. "Do you think the captain will let me into 141 if I beat them?"
The group of soldiers he’s posturing to snicker and laugh. They don’t seem to care that you’re standing ten feet away, or that you can very visibly hear their conversation.
You're about to tell them to drop and give you fifty when a big hulking man steps towards the group.
"Think you got what it takes, corporal?" Your lieutenant drawls, staring down at the recruits who look like they're all going to piss their fatigues.
"L-lieutenant! No--yes, I mean, I--"
Ghost jerks his head towards the training mats.
"Let's see how good you are then."
The recruit gets dropped within ten seconds.
Your lieutenant mutters something to him before barking at the rest of the group. Get your asses on the field. You lot are runnin' laps until you know what it means to respect your betters.
Does he even know how hypocritical he’s being?
Later on during dinner, the recruit who insulted you walks up to 141's table, still ruffled from the nasty takedown and sweaty from running around base. He barely manages to squeak out an apology to you, shooting the smallest glance at your lieutenant before running away with his tail tucked.
(How do you grapple with the way your heart turns?)
Ghost doesn't react, doesn't even look up. Only sips his tea like nothing ever happened.
Exhibit B.
Since when did Ghost start talking back to you on comms?
"If you let me die tonight, I'm going to haunt you and your bloodline forever, Lt."
An undercover mission. Infiltrating some invite-only bourgeoisie gala that's an alleged meeting place for many, many VIPs. Coincidentally, 141's newest target happens to be invited and you are the one who's thrown into the lions' pit.
"My bloodline? Not happening."
He's somewhere out there, watching. On the roof of a nearby building probably.
There’s a sense of comfort in that. You may not like his guts, but you’ve never doubted him on overwatch.
"Why? Got no game, Lt.?"
"Got plenty," he says.
The soft rumble of his voice tickles your ear. It's unusual-- weird-- to hear him banter with you over comms like this. He usually only ever does it with Soap.
"Well, make it happen then," you mumble.
A waiter passes by with a tray of champagne. You smile politely, shaking your head ‘no’.
It’s not the highest risk mission, but the amount of armed guards you’re seeing is a bit annoying. That, and your target is still nowhere to be found.
If you have to send another flirty smile to another grimy man while waiting, you're telling Ghost to aim the crosshair at you instead. And then you're going to haunt him.
"You volunteerin'?"
Your brain short-circuits.
What?
Your mouth bobs open, then shut, and then open again. Hoping to whatever deity out there that your lieutenant's scope isn't actively trained on you right now.
Shit hits the fan fast before you can gather your thoughts.
Screams ring out through the ballroom as windows shatter and gunfire fills the air. Chaos quickly spreads through the masses as people run for cover. Ghost's voice flickers in over the noise.
"Sergeant, take cover, now! Go!"
You don't need to be told twice.
There'll be time to think about what he said later, when you aren't actively in danger of being hole-punched.
And then, Exhibit C.
This is how it culminates.
Outside, on the fields with your fellow sergeants and Ghost. The four of you toss sticks to decide sparring partners; it's sheer dumb misfortune that you end up pairing with Ghost.
You've sparred with him before. He's relentless. There's always a bruise or two on your body when he's done with you. Never once have you won against him; you don't expect this time to be any different.
“Let’s see if you’ve improved, Sergeant,” Ghost taunts.
“I swear I won’t accidentally kick your balls, Lt.,” you reply.
The two of you grapple at each other, swiping and pushing, body on body. Ghost is wearing a tight compression shirt today. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't somewhat distracting with the way it hugged the planes of his muscles— no! Keep focusing!
It's never easy to wrestle a man as big as him. But you have to try.
Your hands can barely wrap around his biceps, but you use what you have to your advantage. Nails nearly break skin as you dig deep. He grunts, grip tightening on your arms.
A man's strength can sometimes be his undoing.
You let your weight shift, using his hold on you as an anchor. Tilting back, you let your legs swing forward, grappling around his waist. The momentum has Ghost stumbling back, and you make your final move.
Ghost lets out a surprised grunt as you let go of his arms and force your way through his grip. You push through, pressing your forearms against his throat until his whole body tilts and falls back onto the mat.
Oh, you're gasping out breaths. Holy shit.
You did it.
Ghost is, like you, breathing hard through his nose, eyes lidded. His hands no longer wrap around your arms. Instead, they're settled on your hips, holding you firmly in place.
It occurs to you then the position you're in.
Legs spread over his waist, sitting right on his belly. You're bent forward, hands splayed across his chest and next to his head. Practically laying on top of him.
He's so warm.
An involuntary jolt rolls through your body as you jerk backwards, an attempt to get some distance from his face.
Big mistake.
Holy fuck, this is not happening right now.
You feel it beneath your ass. Unmistakably big, undeniably hard.
A shiver makes it's way down your spine. Your legs clench tight, squishing his abdomen and grinding deeper against him. With the way Ghost's fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, you know he feels it too.
There's a fog closing in on your mind. The sight of your lieutenant under you shouldn't turn you on like this— and yet, the growing dampness between your legs tells you otherwise.
Panicked, you rip yourself off of him and get on your feet. A look over at Soap and Gaz, but they're still in a grapple of their own. It's only a temporary relief that runs over you when you realize they hadn't seen what happened.
"Sergeant," your lieutenant calls out. He's propped up on his arm; you look anywhere but him.
"Sorry, Lt. Feeling a little sick," you say, licking your lips. "Going to freshen up a bit."
You don't wait for him to dismiss you before you're jogging back to your quarters.
Standing in front of your little bathroom sink, you splash cold water onto your burning face. It barely helps.
How did you end up here?
Was it when he started being nice to you, even though you were never anything but rude? Was it when he defended you against egotistic recruits?
Or has it been doomed since the start, when he first looked at you through his stupidly long lashes, like he was trying flip you inside out with his stare?
You weren't lying when you told him you felt sick.
It's a creeping feeling in your gut that's been burning low for a while now. Don't want to call it denial, but what else could it be?
(Betrayal, maybe. You shouldn't feel anything else. Shouldn’t be feeling anything but spite for your lieutenant. It isn't fair to your friend who—)
Knock knock.
The sound breaks you away from thought. A part of you dreads opening it, because you know who stands behind the heavy door. The other part of you is who turns the knob.
Ghost stands there, towering over you.
"Alright, Sergeant?"
His composure is unfair. It's like before never happened. You take a deep breath before replying.
"Yes, sir," you say. It comes out all crackly and rough. "Nothing to worry about."
The silence that falls between you is unsettling.
“If that’s all.” You start to close the door, but his hand catches it.
“Need to talk to you ‘bout something,” he says.
You feel your heart drop somewhere into hell. “Sir, there’s nothing—”
He pushes the door back, pressing into your room. “D’you have a problem with me, Sergeant?”
Eyebrows scrunched, you back up into the wall behind you. “What?”
“I repeat, do you have a problem with me?”
Ghost tilts your chin up. His hand feel like a brand on your skin. Your gaze moves back and forth from his eyes to where his lips shift under the mask, all of a sudden taken back to the picture of him lying beneath your legs. He follows your stare, searching.
“Yes or no, Sergeant?”
His voice is all guttural and deep, like he’s holding himself back from something.
“…N-no, I—”
“Good,” he hums. “Won’t have a problem with this then.”
He moves faster than you can process. Hand slipping his balaclava up, just enough to expose thin scarred lips and a crooked nose. You blink, and suddenly they’re pressing against yours.
Any semblance of self-control melts away after that.
He kisses you like a man deprived of oxygen. Feels more like he's eating you up rather than kissing you. Like he's trying to drink up the air you breathe and more.
But after all he's been doing these past few weeks, the contact feels like a deep reprieve in your bones— a relief you don't want to admit to needing.
You chase him when he pulls back.
“Do you hate me?” He asks, thumb tracing your swollen lips.
"I just let you kiss me," you say, breathless and incredulous. "And you're asking me if I hate you?"
He smirks-- it's stupidly attractive seeing a real expression on him.
"Can't be sure when it comes to you, Sergeant."
You furrow your brows, annoyed. "What's that supposed to mean— mmph!"
Ghost cuts you off with another kiss, hands moving down to your hips. You yelp when he pulls your legs up to wrap around his waist, hauling you up by your ass.
"Arms around me, love," he grunts between pecks.
Once your arms wrap around his shoulders, he pushes off the wall and carries you over to the bed. With surprising care, he drops you on the mattress and settles on top of you.
"Tell me to stop," Ghost growls against your neck. "And I will."
You should say no. No to fraternization, no to betraying your morals.
Stand strong in the face of evil temptation!
"More," you plead instead, because the devil lives inside you. "Want more, Lt."
He groans into your skin. It excites you infinitely more. Leaning back, he pulls his shirt off, revealing firm muscles and a soft belly.
Fuck, he’s so stupidly hot. Your own top and pants comes off a moment later, left forgotten on the floor.
The two of you are a mess of tangled limbs in your little bed made for one.
Ghost kisses down your body, latching onto your soft skin and sucking bruises down your chest. He says things that make you burn a fever pitch— fuckin’ gorgeous, sergeant, knew you needed me, isn't tha' right?
It’s unbearable how turned on you are.
Whines bleed through clenched teeth as you paw at his body. He bites, eliciting a sharp flinch from you.
Always pissin’ me off with tha’ smart mouth of yours, he mutters. Makin' me go wank off like a fuckin' teen.
Your mind is blur— everything is happening too fast, too hot, to process what he's saying to you.
Ghost moves down your body, giving your chest a rough fondle before settling in between your shaky legs.
When he drags your underwear down, your pussy is glistening with how utterly wet you are.
"All f' me?" He asks, pupils blown at the sight of his prize. "Fuckin' drippin'."
You squirm, cheeks searing hot. "Shut up—"
He doesn't let you finish, burying his face between your thighs in one smooth motion.
If Ghost kisses like a man starved, then he eats pussy like it's the only thing keeping him alive.
He pulls you close in his arms and drinks you up like the slick dripping from your pussy is his own personal ambrosia. Moans and groans like it's some divine providence to have his mouth on your cunt.
Your hands claw at his neck and shoulders, but it only spurs him on with more fervor. You feel it simmering into a boil in your belly; the telling signs of your orgasm building.
"Hah—Fuck, Lt., I'm gonna—," you moan, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation.
But then he stills.
Just stops completely as his mouth leaves your pussy cold and shaking. You lift your head to look down at him, eyes in a frenzy from a ruined climax.
"W-why'd you stop—,"
"Never answered my question, love." He blows cold air on your clit, teasing.
"Huh?"
"Tell me why you hate me," Ghost says, staring at you through soft lashes. "Tell me why you act like such a fuckin' brat, and I'll let you come."
Your breath hitches. “You’re such a fucking asshole—“
You try to kick your leg at him, but he's strong and there's nothing you can do with them pinned down. He nips at your clit, making you yelp out in shock.
"Answer the question, Sergeant."
Ghost shifts his arm, bringing his hand over while still holding your leg down. It's sinful to watch it happen-- his tongue flicking out, licking two of his fingers until they're shimmering with saliva, petting your pussy from the clit down to your pulsing hole.
"Mmhh—"
The stretch of his fingers in your pussy makes you tremble with anticipation. But he doesn't move them the way you want. Only teases you slowly and gently.
"Please, Lt.—"
"Not fuckin' you 'til you tell me, pet."
And isn't that simply the most aggravating thing to hear?
You let out a frustrated whimper. Mind running back and forth over what you could possibly say so that he'll make you come. A shock of pleasure flickers through you when he suddenly crooks his fingers inside you.
Keeping your gaze, he flicks his tongue out and drags it slowly, tracing a line from where his fingers fuck into you, all the way up to your clit.
"Promise I'll fuck you right if you tell me."
The words bubble up your throat before you can stop them.
"...myfriendaskedyououtbutyourejectedthemsoI'mobligatedtohateyou— please, let me come, Lt.," you half-beg, half-sob.
It’s embarrassing. Borderline humiliating to say it aloud.
The real reason for why you treat him like trash— how you only really hate him by proxy.
Truthfully, there's never been any real ill intent. Only a sorry moral obligation to be as spiteful as possible for an old teammate who had confided in you after being coldly shot down by the masked lieutenant of 141— the very one that's currently knuckles deep in your throbbing cunt and covered in your juices.
“Wasn’t so hard, was it, love?” Ghost purrs, fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you.
He's still smirking, that fucking asshole. You wriggle your hips, but he keeps you still with an arm and it’s just not enough.
“Fuck you,” you cry out in frustration.
“I will," he hums. "All tha’ sass for what, hm? Someone I don’t even remember?”
He presses his nose into the plush of your thigh and takes a deep inhale.
"Jerk— hngh!"
Broken moans escape you as his lips find your clit once more. This time, he eats you up without mercy, thick fingers curving wickedly into that one spot inside you. A familiar spark beginning its ascent from where it first fell.
You want to tell him that he's mean, a straight jerk for not remembering someone confessing to them. That this was your friend he was dismissing like a nobody.
(Oh, but what would your friend say if they find out you're in bed with the man who rejected them?
It was so long ago though, your mind whispers. Surely, they've moved on by now, right?)
His tongue laps with just the right pressure on your bud, full broad strokes that make you see stars. His fingers work your pussy with focused precision, sinking into the spot that keeps making you cry out in pleasure.
It's all too much for you to take.
When he finally wraps his lips around your sensitive clit and sucks— you come with blinding lights in your vision, hips grinding up into his face uncontrollably.
"Tha's it, just like that, Sergeant," Ghost coos against your clit, sending another jolt through your legs.
He slips his fingers out of you and pulls himself up back towards your neck, nipping and nestling at your throat. His still-clothed cock grinds gently against your pulsating core.
With the crash comes some of your rationality.
"They liked you, you asshole," you accuse softly, boneless.
"Like me?" Ghost says bluntly against your skin. "They don't even know me."
You roll your eyes. "What, like I know you?"
He pulls back, both arms braced at the sides of your head. Something indecipherable in his gaze.
"Don't you?"
Don't you?
Your breath catches in your chest.
And what would it mean to know someone like Ghost?
His name? His face?
Is it to know the same ten jokes he tells on the field? Or how he always makes sure to give his soldiers a once-over before heading out, and is always the last to exfil?
Or maybe it's to know the sound of his voice in your ears, to be able to pick him out from a crowd of blurry faces. To be able to recognize the scarred curve of his lips, the rough callouses on his palms against your skin.
You sink into the deep end when you realize how close the proximity between you and the man-you-tried-to-hate has become.
"You with me, pet?"
Ghost pulls you out of your thoughts with a nibble on your throat.
"Worryin' too much," he nuzzles into your neck, suckling a sensitive spot that makes you whine. "Couldn't care less 'bout your friend."
You frown, opening your mouth to berate him again, but he beats you with a deep kiss.
“Don't care f'anyone else," Ghost utters between kisses. "Copy?"
The thought makes your head go fuzzy. You nod.
"Good, 'cause 'm gonna fuck you now."
Like a switch, Ghost goes back to teasing you. He kisses you hard, still as desperate and hungry as it was before. Your hands slip down his muscly frame, tugging at the hem of his pants.
"—off," you manage to say between breaths.
Ghost obliges, breaking free from you to tug off his pants. You salivate at the sight; you'd felt it before, on the training grounds— knew it would be big.
His cock is fat and heavy on your cunt when he settles back in between your legs. Even against the size of his bulk, he's fucking huge.
"Scared?" He teases.
You break eye contact with his cock to look up at him. The stupid smirk is back on his lips, irritating you in all the right ways. His eyes stare down you, as heavy as his cock feels.
"I've had bigger," you lie.
He tilts his head. "S'that right?"
Grabbing your hand, he pulls it down towards his cock. His own hands guide yours as he drags them up and down his length.
Holy shit, you can barely wrap your hands around him.
He makes you press his cock against your pussy. It squelches with how wet you are, as his cock slides against your lips. Your breath hitches when his fat tip catches on your slick entrance.
"So fuckin' wet f'me," Ghost groans. "Want my cock inside you tha' bad, pet?"
You whine, needy pussy fluttering every time his nudges his cock at your hole. "Please, please—."
"Please what? Use your words." He presses his tip in, just a bit.
"Need you to fuck me, Lt.—," you plead, grinding your hips down in attempt to fuck yourself on his cock.
"Say my name, pet. I know you know it."
Fucking. Asshole!
Frustrated, you dig your nails deep into his arms, earning a pained grunt from him.
"Oh, go fuck yourself, Simon."
You're not ready for the way Ghost absolutely buries his cock deep inside you with a pathetic whimper.
Your own breath is knocked out of you with how fucking big he feels, legs shaking at the sudden intrusion.
"Fuck— so fuckin' tight," Simon grunts out.
His hips shift back just a bit before plunging back into your ruined pussy, drawing a choked moan from you. The stretch is euphoric— combined with the way his tip rubs up against that spot in your pussy, it's all you can do to keep yourself from falling into the haze.
“D'you know—,” he says, sinking again and again into your cunt. “—how much I thought ‘bout this?”
"'Bout fuckin' this pretty cunt—" Thrust.
"Bending you over in my bed—" Thrust.
"Makin' you come over and over—" Thrust.
It's no use; you lose yourself in the pleasure of his cock, eyes rolling back as he repeatedly pounds you further into the bed. His hands squeeze tight around the curves of your ass, pulling you flush against him and stuffing you full with each thrust.
Simon doesn't stop teasing you.
"What's wrong, love? Got nothin' to say?" He taunts you, lifting both your legs over his shoulders and somehow fucking into you impossibly deeper.
"Cock's got your tongue?"
"F-fu-ungh—"
Tears trail down your cheeks as the simmer in your belly grows overwhelming.
He slips a hand between your legs and starts rubbing circles on your clit, coaxing a string of debauched sounds out of you.
"Sound so fuckin' good like this," Simon groans, eyes hazy and looking just as wrecked as you. "Should jus' keep y'here and fuck you forever."
"—mngh, f-fuck... you," you finally managed to choke out, voice raw and scratchy.
It doesn't distract from the way your cunt clenches tighter than before, not with the way you watch his eyes flicker dark.
He bottoms out with a particularly hard thrust at your words, leaving you a sobbing mess as he fucks you relentlessly.
You grasp away at him as your pleasure begins to overwhelm you— now threatening to boil over. Simon, Simon, Simon is all you can muster, but it's enough.
His cock ruts into you with no reprieve, fingers still flittering over your aching clit.
"Come f'me, pet."
And for once in your life, you obey your lieutenant.
Euphoria burns through your nerves as a second orgasm crashes over you from down under. Your cunt pulses in unrelenting waves, the pleasure borderlining too much. Squeezing his cock even deeper as Simon chases his own climax.
When he finally unravels, it's chaotic and frantic. Simon bends you over, covering you with his body and pulling you close as if to keep you under him. His eyes are squeezed shut, panting as sweat drips into the fabric of his mask.
Your pussy flutters one more time— milking his cock dry at the idea of knowing what Simon Riley looks like when he comes balls deep in your pussy.
“I still hate you,” you whisper, once the electricity fizzles out of the air, leaving only faint static remnants.
But there’s no real venom in your voice.
Simon huffs on top of you. You feel it in the way his chest jumps against yours.
“Right.” He relaxes his body onto you, weight squishing the air out of your lungs with a small ‘oof’. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, love.”
You can't describe the silence that falls over the both of you as comfortable, but... it's not bad, either. There's still a lingering sense of guilt in the back of your mind— but it's no longer screaming at you like before.
Simon's head shifts, the mask pulling on your sheets as he turns and mutters into your temple.
"Still plannin' on hauntin' me now that it's gonna be our bloodline?"
You slap his side as best as you can with your pinned arm.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon and then dubcon, suggested age gap ( reader is early 20s, yujiro is late 30s ), light degradation, impact play, clit torture, reader cries, name calling ( whore ), face slapping, all characters featured are aged 18+
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two of Yujiro’s massive, powerful digits to make you tremble and beg for mercy.
“Shameful,” he mutters, an air of disdain to his rumbly baritone. as if he’s disappointed in how quickly you turn to blubbering. “I’ve hardly touched you.” but the wicked grin he wore told the truth— that he knew how much pressure he’d applied with those two fingers, and he expected nothing less than to make you sob. “And I can’t tell from those whiny noises if you’re really needy or fucking pathetic.”
you were both.
the length of his fingers rub between your sticky folds, their thickness forcing your netherlips to slot around them, and you squirm and pant, but it’s when he taps against your swollen clit that you really lose it. unlike any other man, when the rough pads make contact with your button, you don’t feel the sting on the exposed and vulnerable exterior nerves as if you’ve been spanked, but the raw power he could channel through his fingers. it surges through your core, seeping deep into you, reaching spongy, hidden clusters of sensitivity that should be impossible. as if he’d aimed right for them, he focuses each assault. your clit throbs, but it’s the iceberg’s submerged nerves that take the brunt of the impact.
“Y—Yujiro!” you cry out, as you twitch and writhe beneath him.
you didn’t know how this was possible.
how he could do this.
it shouldn’t have been possible.
and yet, when he did it again, battering your body’s defenses with a drumming of his two fingers against your clit, and you feel as though he’s struck you with a high voltage cattle prod, your back arches, desperate to push him off. your heels push against the mattress, eager to try and scramble away from the sensation.
“That—!” that hurts like hell. it’s too much. what are you doing? these all came to mind, but you couldn’t voice a single one. his fingertips drum against you, a barrage of rapid fire, superhuman pressure targeting your most sensitive depths, and you threw your head back, tears pricking against the corners of your eyes. it hurt, but there was more to it than just pain. as if he’d stuck the world’s most powerful vibrator directly against your hyper-sensitive interior nerves, a rush of flustered euphoria rushes to your stomach, knotting it up. “S-s—top—“
you weren’t sure if you really wanted him to, though. your body screamed and writhed, convulsing as he attacks your sex, but at the same time, your toes curl tight, and your breath turns into furious, warm puffs. your hips winding like a snake, trying to hump up against his large, rough hand.
“I-I’m— gonna—!”
“Cum from the abuse?” Yujiro’s voice is low, his mouth twisted in a hungry smile that could be misread as a grin. “Your little legs are starting to tremble; you’re sobbing but you can’t stop riding my hand, begging for me to keep hurting you. Do you know what that makes you?”
you look away, smearing your tear-stained cheek into the pillow as you pant and mumble, hoping for a mercy that you knew he’d never give you. “Yujiro… p-please…”
“Go ahead and say it.” tap. tap. tap. you gurgle and grunt, hips bucking as you smother your own whimpers. “What does that make you?”
you knew what he wanted to hear. the word he’s drilled into your head since day one. the word that he’s called you over and over. but you couldn’t say it. not without a little more persuasion, which he was more than willing to give you.
your face is tiny and delicate as he snatches it up by your chin, dragging it back and pushing the back of your head into the pillow. “Look at me,” his massive chest rises and falls, he snorts every, heavy breath through flared nostrils. you flinch, bathed in the heat of his ragged breathing, smushed into the mattress, forced on your back. you hear the smack of his palm making contact with your supple cheek before you feel the certain pain to follow, and it rocks your face to the side. in the moment that follows, fire floods your face and you see stars, and blink rapidly to maintain your eyesight. “One more time. Look here.” he says, his mighty thumb pressing against your chin as he pulls your face back into place. you’re staring at him in shock, his second mind numbing slap coming down hard on the same spot. to him, it was the mildest swat, but to you? your head was swimming, as if he’d slapped your brains loose, and you’re vaguely aware of the thickness of two, massive digits between your thighs pushing into your clenching hole.
“F—fuck—!”
“You’re covered in my marks, the shape of my hand will be a bruise on your face for a week, maybe longer.” he seems to chuckle at that, angling your face back to him. you worry he might hit you again. you prepare for impact, but it doesn’t come. he just holds your face there. you’ve no choice but to comply, peeking up at him with sparkling eyes and parted lips. “But you’re still fucking wet. Your cunt is still squeezing my fingers, and you’re still going to cum. What does that make you.”
“A…. Whore….” your voice is soft, and you choke on the word, almost not wanting to say it, but when you do, a wide, demonic grin stretches across his face, turning his muscles into elastic.
Hey, could you please make a scenario qhere musashi meets his S/O by fighting them, for example their S/O was brought from the past and is like and ancient greek that is like some sort of soldier or huntress and when she sees him she gets scarred when he approaches her and she attacks him and somehow knocks him out or does some damage or something,i've been thinking how funny it would be if he had an S/O that was also from another timeline.
Anyways, I adore your works and I would like to see more content from you, I know that you probably have more asks so i'm probably going to hang out with other asks here,take you time and I hope that you're enjoying writting all this things.
I honestly think that you deserve a round of applause, you allways make my day when you post, it's a way for me to cope with my problems.
I'm glad to know that you like my content, really, I have fun writing and knowing that there are people who have fun reading my posts makes me feel rewarded 💕🙌🏻
The idea of a warrior from another time tickled my brain and it's tempting me to create a character, I don't usually specify the gender of the S/O, but this time I want it to be a woman
This was long
Situation: Musashi with an S/O from another era / Musashi con una S/O de otra época.
Musashi Miyamoto.
As soon as the return of Musashi Miyamoto, the most famous samurai of all time, became possible, nothing could stop the Tokugawa from flipping through the history books of the world in search of a specimen that could fight barbarically against the great samurai.
He expected a show worthy of two colossal historical monsters, yet at the same time, something he could control. Then he found him, a Roman gladiator who had taken the position of leader against a slave rebellion that embarrassed the mighty Roman army; Spartacus.
The books raved about how strong he was and how well he developed as a tactician for combat and warfare. They detailed how he had been a fierce opponent who did not fall in death matches no matter how powerful his adversary was, he always ended with Spartacus being crowned champion.
Records show that he died in battle, having humiliated the Roman army for almost three years. Tokugawa is expected, an imposing gladiator was exactly what he wanted.
His surprise was great when he realized that the body that was restored from Spartacus's DNA was that of a woman. Was there some kind of mistake?
The misunderstanding was clarified by one of the workers who were in charge of the experiment to bring the gladiator to life, they explained slowly and after doing a lot of research that the known image of Spartacus was a false image built by the Romans as a last measure to cover up the wound of his proud army.
According to almost forgotten testimonies, Spartacus led a mixed army made up of men, women and children that was a fierce rival to the Roman troops. Also, when Spartacus fled from slavery he took with him a woman who took the role of "lover" to the warrior, however, this is where the story was modified.
The woman who accompanied the supposed gladiator was what they called today Spartacus, the woman they branded as a lover was the deadly gladiator who had crowned herself victorious over and over again in her time. Roman gladiators were not something that had ever been seen, they were simply not frequent. The man known as "Spartacus" is nothing more than the gladiator's own lover who was by her side during the rebellion.
Perhaps women could be gladiators, but it was a shame for the Romans to have been besieged by one for so long and in such a relentless way, that was what led them to hide the truth after Spartacus died in battle.
Tokugawa was more interested now in his new fighter, a woman who defied an empire and was able to rise to glory in the essence of strength he wants among his fighters.
When Sabuko Tokugawa brought the gladiator's soul back to her, her cloned body, she opened her eyes, contrary to what was expected of a bloodthirsty warrior, she was peaceful and curious about what now surrounded her.
She didn't seem to fully understand overly complex statements, but she followed simple commands with no problem; get up, follow me, get dressed or eat. It was much easier to deal with her than they thought.
Also, they managed to understand that she preferred to be called Y/n rather than Spartacus, since this was the name of her deceased lover, not hers.
It took her a while to understand that she couldn't take on the weapon fighters because it wasn't allowed in the arena, but she ended up adjusting and defeating most of them in no time. She was already showing how talented she was barehanded and how she could keep up with Musashi Miyamoto, her final adversary.
In fighting with weapons she was only better, even if they stopped the fight when she was about to mortally wound her opponent by accident, her skill was still impressive.
Tokugawa couldn't contain his emotion, at this rate the great fight that he wanted to see so much only promised to be legendary. He just needed to refine his gladiator a little bit and everything would be more than done.
He escorted her to her room in the Tokugawa estate, promising her that she would have plenty of chances to prove her strength, Y/n was excited about it, however, she stopped dead before reaching her temporary room.
At the end of the hall, Musashi was watching both people, suddenly the tension rose and it was palpable, Tokugawa did not count on the two meetings before their confrontation and for this reason he had asked the fighters to keep Musahi busy until then. Apparently this scenario could not be avoided.
Both historic fighters advanced face to face, without wavering and turning a deaf ear to the words of the old man who was trying to get them to stop and not fit right here.
They stopped facing each other and stared at each other without blinking, the heavy atmosphere would suffocate anyone who tried to get close. Y/n seemed to be the more hostile between the two, while Musashi seemed more intrigued by the imposing person in front of him.
Y/n was the first to walk past, or pretended to, only for a heavy blow to land right on the samurai's head just as he was about to walk away as well. Tokugawa could tell that he saw Musashi lose consciousness before he gathered himself to launch a counterattack before steadying himself from falling to the ground.
The gladiator dodged the katana's cut dangerously heading for her neck by a few inches as she stepped back. Now the two of them were in a fighting stance.
The men under the command of the owner of the clandestine arena rushed to intervene between the two, a confrontation of such magnitude could not be allowed there. Both fighters were surrounded and separated from each other.
"Who is she?" he asked, as the Tokugawa men escorted the woman away from the legendary samurai, he didn't seem particularly threatening or desperate to go after her for a fight, rather, he seemed interested.
The encounters between the two continued in this way, with Y/n being terribly hostile because she could sense that he was dangerous and Musashi appearing in front of her at will in order to interact with her. Due to this Tokugawa has had to equip his men with precise orders to avoid any disturbance before the fight that he has prepared so much.
After completing the adaptation and training of both fighters, the fight finally came.
It would take place in the clandestine arena, presented as the fight between two titans of ancient history, two deadly fighters who marked their name in the sky to prove their strength.
They could finally fight, finally Y/n would be able to let go of all her hostility against the man and Musashi would be able to experience first hand the power of the imposing woman who had drawn so much attention to him. With this, the most anticipated fight began to the delight of all present.
Versión en español.
Musashi Miyamoto.
Tan pronto como el regreso de Musashi Miyamoto, el samurái más famoso de todos los tiempos, fue posible nada pudo detener a Tokugawa para ojear los libros de historia de todo el mundo en busca de un espécimen que pueda luchar barbáricamente contra el gran samurái.
Esperaba un espectáculo digno de dos colosales monstruos históricos, sin embargo, que al mismo tiempo sea algo que pueda controlar. Entonces lo encontró, un gladiador romano que se había hecho con el puesto de líder frente a una rebelión de esclavos que puso en aprietos al poderoso ejército romano; Espartaco.
Los libros hablaban maravillas sobre lo fuerte que era y lo bien que se desarrolló como estratega para el combate y para la guerra. Detallaban como había sido un contrincante feroz que no caían en los combates a muerte por muy poderoso que sea su adversario, siempre terminaba con Espartaco coronándose como campeón.
Los registros mostraban que murió en batalla, después de haber humillado por casi tres años al ejército romano. Tokugawa está expectante, un imponente gladiador era exactamente lo que quería.
Grande fue su sorpresa cuando se dio cuenta de que el cuerpo que se restauró del ADN de Espartaco era el de una mujer, ¿había alguna clase de error?
El malentendido fue aclarado por uno de los trabajadores que se encontraba al frente del experimento para traer a la vida al gladiador, explico pausadamente y tras investigar bastante que la imagen que se conoce de Espartaco era una imagen falsa construida por los romanos como última medida para encubrir la herida de su orgulloso ejército.
Según testimonios casi olvidados, Espartaco lidero un ejército mixto conformado por hombres, mujeres y niños que fue un fiero rival para las tropas romanas. Además, cuando Espartaco huyo de la esclavitud se llevó consigo a una mujer que tomo el papel de "amante" del guerrero, sin embargo, aquí es donde la historia fue modificada.
La mujer que acompañaba al supuesto gladiador era la que hoy llamaban Espartaco, la mujer que tildaron de amante era la mortal gladiadora que se había coronado una y otra vez como vencedora en su época. Las gladiadoras romanas no era algo que jamás se haya visto, simplemente no eran frecuentes. El hombre que se conoce como "Espartaco" no es nada más que el propio amante de la gladiadora que estuvo a su lado durante la rebelión.
Quizá las mujeres podían ser gladiadoras, pero era una vergüenza para los romanos el haber sido asediados por una durante tanto tiempo y de una forma tan implacable, eso fue lo que los llevo a ocultar la verdad después de que Espartaco haya muerto en batalla.
Tokugawa estaba más interesado ahora por su nueva luchadora, una mujer que desafío a un imperio y pudo alzarse gloriosamente es la esencia de fuerza que quiere entre sus luchadores.
Cuando Sabuko Tokugawa trajo de vuelta el alma de la gladiadora a su cuerpo clonado ella abrió los ojos, contrario a lo que se esperaba de una guerrera sanguinaria, fue pacífica y curiosa por lo que ahora la rodeaba.
No parecía comprender completamente enunciados demasiado complejos, pero seguía órdenes sencillas sin problemas; levántate, sígueme, vístete o come. Era mucho más fácil tratar con ella de lo que se pensaba.
También, lograron entender que prefería ser llamada T/n antes que Espartaco, puesto que este era el nombre de su amante fallecido, no el suyo.
Le tomo un tiempo entender que no podría enfrentarse a los luchadores con armas porque no estaba permitido en la arena, pero termino adaptándose y derrotando a la mayoría de ellos en poco tiempo. Ya estaba dejando ver lo talentosa que era a manos limpias y como podría seguirle el ritmo a Musashi Miyamoto, su adversario final.
En las luchas con armas solo fue mejor, si bien, paraban la pelean cuando estaba a punto de herir mortalmente a su adversario por accidente, seguía siendo impresionante su habilidad.
Tokugawa no podía contener su emoción, a este paso la grandiosa pelea que tanto deseaba ver solo prometía ser legendaria. Solo necesitaba refinar un poco más a su gladiadora y todo estaría más que listo.
La escolto a su habitación en la propiedad Tokugawa prometiéndole que tendría muchas oportunidades para demostrar su fuerza, T/n estuvo emocionada por ello, sin embargo, se paró en seco antes de llegar a su habitación temporal.
Al final del pasillo se encontraba Musashi observando a ambas personas, de pronto la tensión se elevó y era palpable, Tokugawa no contaba que ambos se encontraran antes de su enfrentamiento y por lo mismo le había pedido a los luchadores que mantuvieran a Musashi ocupado hasta entonces. Al parecer este escenario no se podía evitar.
Ambos luchadores históricos avanzaron frente a frente, sin flaquear y haciendo oídos sordos a las palabras del anciano que trataba que se detuvieran y no pelearan justo aquí.
Se detuvieron uno frente al otro y se devolvieron la mirada sin pestañear, el ambiente pesado asfixiaría a cualquier que intente acercarse. T/n parecía ser la más hostil entre los dos, mientras que Musashi parecía más intrigado por la imponente persona frente a él.
T/n fue la primera en pasar de largo, o aparento hacerlo, solo para que un fuerte golpe conectara justo en la cabeza del samurái justo cuando este se disponía a alejarse también. Tokugawa podía asegurar que vio a Musashi perder el conocimiento antes de que se recompusiera para lanzar un contraataque antes de estabilizar su postura para no caer al suelo.
La gladiadora esquivo el corte de la catana que se dirigía peligrosamente a su cuello por unos pocos centímetros cuando retrocedió. Ahora los dos estaban en posición de pelea.
Los hombres bajo el mando del propietario de la arena clandestina se apresuraron a intervenir entre ambos, no se podía permitir un enfrentamiento de tal magnitud allí. Ambos luchadores fueron rodeados y separados del otro.
"¿Quién es?" pregunto cuando los hombres de Tokugawa escoltaron a la mujer lejos del legendario samurái, no parecía particularmente amenazante o desesperado por ir tras ella para pelear, más bien, parecía interesado.
Los encuentros entre ambos siguieron de esa forma, con T/n siendo terriblemente hostil porque podía sentir que él era peligroso y Musashi que aparecía frente a ella a voluntad con tal de interactuar con ella. Debido a esto Tokugawa ha tenido que equipar a sus hombres con órdenes precisas para evitar cualquier disturbio antes de la pelea que tanto ha preparado.
Tras finalizar la adaptación y entrenamiento de ambos luchadores, la pelea por fin llego.
Tendría lugar en la arena clandestina, presentada como la pelea entre dos titanes de la historia antigua, dos luchadores mortales que marcaron su nombre en el cielo para demostrar su fuerza.
Finalmente podrían pelear, finalmente T/n podría dejar ir toda su hostilidad contra el hombre y Musashi podrá probar de primera mano el poder de la imponente mujer que tanto llamaba su atención. Con ello, la pelea más esperada comenzó para el deleite de todos los presentes.
Could you make a NSFW fic of musashi with a muscular fighter s/o?
Wow I haven't uploaded anything in like over a week lmao, sorry about that! And sorry that this took so long! He may be slightly OOC because I haven't really looked into his character (from official sources at least). Obviously, minors DNI because it's NSFW. It's honestly just mostly foreplay (otherwise this would be eons long) so I can continue with actual smut if that's what the people want
Beautiful. That's what he saw. Beauty. Sculpted muscles honed for battle, soft skin that still told a story of a life that wasn't easy, and eyes that bore straight into his as his fingers lightly passed over their body, trailing up from their hips to dance over their breastbone, pupils blown wide and eyes half-lidded. Their lips were slightly parted as they breathed, and he enjoyed how debauched they looked because of him. He smiled, tracing their muscles. "You are beautiful." He said earnestly, his wide eyes practically staring into their soul as he spoke. "Perfection." He muttered, picking up their arm to admire how dainty the limb looked in his hand, all the while admiring the feeling of powerful muscles coiled beneath his fingertips. "You are made for a life like this. No wonder you drew my attention. Even your fingers are built for fighting." He continued, before pinning your wrists above your head.
"I am going to enjoy showing you just how perfect you are. I'm sure even this will feel like a battle." He said, earning a groan from his partner, who rolled their eyes slightly, though he could see the slight amusement on their face.
"Not everything has to be a fight, you know that, right?" They asked, earning a chuckle. "We don't have to make this a fight. I'm willing to do whatever you want here."
"I know you are. And what I want to do is make this a fight." He continued, reaching down to grab their throat, hand sealing lightly over the thick column of their neck, admiring the the power in the racing pulse that greeted his fingertips. "Not like in the ring, not like on the battlefield. This is it's own kind of fight. One where we both win, and we both lose." He grinned. "Unless you're giving up?" He teased, earning a scoff, though the beautiful individual that was pinned beneath him didn't resist. They remained soft and pliant as he leaned down to kiss them with a chuckle. "Your lips are so soft, so perfect." He murmured, earning a shaky hum. He was flustering them, he could tell. But he could do more than fluster, as the hand around their throat left, trailing back down their body, more intent this time, an exact location in mind. Down their sternum to their navel, and then lower still to meet the treasure between their legs, making them shudder and gasp.
His fingers worked smoothly to bring them to a point of arousal, though it was fairly obvious that they were already there, trying and failing to hide minute tremors that wracked through their body as he worked them over, watching each little flinch or twitch, each hitching of breath. Of course, this was for him too, he would take his pleasure, but that could wait for a while longer as he watched the beautiful individual beneath him writhe and whine in pleasure, brows furrowed, bottom lip pinched between their teeth. He could do this all day, watching the muscles in their thighs jump and jolt with each pleasant surge that raced through their body as he brought them closer and closer to their peak.
A choked groan of pleasure escaped their lips, and he smirked. "You're losing~" He purred, earning a half-hearted glare, before their eyes promptly rolled back, their head following as their hips jolted and jerked against his hand, the pleasure reaching its crescendo, a moan slicing through the air in a melodic tone that made him grin, watching their tensed muscles as they sucked in air sharply, shivering, their fingers clutching the blanket beneath them in a white-knuckled grip, before a groan left them, and they returned to their body, looking at him through dazed, half-lidded eyes. "Shall we try again?" He asked, earning a grunt as he was promptly grabbed, their legs snaring around his waist, before the world spun, leaving him pinned beneath them.
"You keep playing games and I'm going to make you understand what losing looks like."
I was so upset that your NSFW cuddling scenarios got flagged 😭
But I have to ask, what would spicy cuddling with musashi, spec, and Doyle be like?
you’ve reawoken my old man thirst
omg wait it did?! SKskks I didn't even notice- But yes, if the beloved moot asks, they shall receive! Spec was the hardest to write for by far because I couldn't figure out if this man would actually cuddle but fuck it we ball(s deep in this bitch someone please throw me a rope to climb out it's wet in here) Kids: get bent lmfao
Musashi:
His stare was intense enough to make you feel naked normally, but now that you were actually naked, his eyes locking on yours in the mirror only made you feel hot, his hips meeting yours from behind, slow and methodical, but not gentle. No, anything but gentle as he grabbed your throat, leaving you to make choked noises as his hips met yours over and over again in a slow, powerful grind that had your eyes rolling back into your skull with little to no effort on his part. Mean? Oh absolutely, he was so cruel, driving you insane by moving so slowly, and god you regretted asking him to cuddle you within view of a mirror, because you really should have known that he was going to make you watch him watching you taking him. And you could see him perfectly, each forward thrust of his hips making his shaft disappear deep within you, before it would be slowly dragged out only to slam back into you with dizzying force. Trying to turn your head to the side to nuzzle into the blankets only had him snatching your face to turn you to face the mirror again.
"Don't look away, I want to watch you come undone."
Spec:
He didn't really cuddle, no, he was too tough for that. But him lounging around the place only to have you plop down on top of him to join him? Yeah, that was about as close as you'd get. Though if you were hoping for a peaceful nap with him, then you were sorely mistaken, since most of the time you did this there was a 50/50 split that he would wind up fucking you right then and there, and this was a gamble you'd lost (or won) as he bounced you up and down on his thick shaft, smugly chuckling as you were winded time and time again as his thick head kissed your insides, making room for itself so he could nestle deep inside of you. It was like he was trying to stab you to death with his dick, but instead of killing you, all he manged to do was succeeding in having you shaking and crying on top of him as an orgasm was forced out of you, one so powerful almost all your upper body strength vanished, leaving you slumped against his chest as he kept fucking you through it, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead with a breathy chuckle.
"That's right darlin', just like the perfect fuck toy fer me."
Doyle:
It had been perfectly peaceful until you'd moved your hips an inch. A singular inch, not even, and he'd pounced on you. No more peace and quiet for you, the couch repeatedly slamming into your wall (god your neighbours would hate you if they didn't already) to the rhythm of Doyle's harsh thrusts. Fast but deep, there was no mercy as he left your head spinning from the pleasure and slight sting that it brought along, his hand sealed around your throat teasingly as he loomed over you smugly. He didn't need to say anything to get his point across, he knew how turned on you already were from him using you like a pliant and obedient doll, and honestly, for him? That's what you would be. Each snap of his hips was driving you closer and closer to your climax, and almost like he could taste it, he grinned, licking his teeth, and leaned over you, staring right into your eyes.
"So needy, you're behaving so well for me. Let's see if you can keep it up for just a bit longer, hm?"
he fucks you in the back seat of your car as thanks for the ride home, holds your face down against the seat and laughs at the way your legs kick. he keeps asking how his fingers feel in your cunt, if it's everything you were imagining or if he needs to add another. pinches your clit when you mumble out some slurred words and pushes your face back into the seat when you try to get up.
he's mean with it, doesn't even give you his cock until you're limp and jerking with aftershocks. he keeps the back door open so the rest of the city can hear you screamin' for him. won't stop telling you what a slut you are for trying to mix work and pleasure, asks if he should call the bartender to fuck you too or if you only have eyes for him.
makes you suck on his fingers when he finally swipes your keys and sets you in the passenger seat, talking about how you can probably taste the nicotine under all the slick that's got on his hands. makes you squirm while he drives home. his home.
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