#(brutal strength and underhanded tactics usually)

[franeridan]

I really don't say this enough but I love zoro so much..........I love him so damn much.............

[pekoehoneyncream]

Ghoaptober # 15

Prompt: Scar

Words: 2500~

TW: Explicit Sex (Not sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

Fair warning: this is plain old smut from start to finish.

Enjoy!

Soap let himself be dragged through the door to Ghost’s room without protest, they had been giving hand-to-hand demonstrations for the recruits and Soap hadn’t been playing nice. Not to Ghost at least. He hadn’t been doing anything too overt, so the group they’d been assessing should have been oblivious, and if they had caught on -as they’ve gotten this far into the training process- they should know when to keep their mouths shut. 

He’d taken down every recruit as fast as he could, choosing strength pins over arm or leg bars when possible. Letting the loose armed tank top he’d chosen to wear show off the muscles in his arms and over his ribs. When Ghost had gotten that possessive clawing tension to his hands and demanded that his Sergeant come demonstrate with him, rather than tussling with the trainees, Soap knew that his plan was working. 

The final straw had been when rather than letting Ghost take him down without struggling -as he normally would, to make the move easy to see and follow- he’d fought back. 

It probably didn’t help that he’d been refusing to spar with Ghost for the past month or so. He’d been busy inserting himself into Captain Price and Gaz’s workout routine, so that he could spar against them. He and Gaz were well matched, it had always been a fifty-fifty on who would win their bouts, but Price was more towards Ghost’s level and made Soap work hard to eke out any victories. 

It goes without saying that Soap had never won a sparring match against Ghost. 

This morning was the closest he’d ever come. Ghost had been caught off guard when Soap had turned their demonstration into an all out spar, and Soap had pressed that advantage to keep his L.T on the backfoot. Giving Ghost a feral grin while he slipped out of the holds and dodged the usual dirty tricks his L.T liked to use. The greedy fire that had lit behind Ghost’s eyes sparking an answering blaze low in Soap’s belly. 

He’d put everything he’d learned from Price, along with a few underhanded tactics he’s picked up from Gaz, to work and watched Ghost get more and more eager the longer their fight went on. By the time Ghost had finally slammed Soap down onto the mats into a pin he couldn’t wriggle out of -if he still wanted to keep his shoulders in working order that is- they were wholly focused on each other and were only snapped out of their predatory tunnel-vision by the trainee’s clapping for what was probably the most brutal sparring match they’d ever witnessed. Thankfully, by then they’d run over their time-block and Ghost had immediately dismissed the group. 

“Driving me mad, Johnny.” Ghost growled, throwing him up against the door, barely pausing for the second it took him to reach up and drag his balaclava off his head before leaning forward to bite mean bruises into the skin stretched over Johnny’s adam’s-apple. 

“Did ye-” Soap paused to let out a long whining moan as Ghost clamped his jaws around Soap’s trachea in a toe-curling threat, then let go to lick over the indents his teeth had left behind, “Did ye like mah surprise, Si?”

Ghost pulled back, pinning Soap to the door with a hand around his throat when he tried to follow, and pushed their hips together in a dirty grind. The hard line of his cock rutting along Soap’s.

“What do you think, Johnny,” His pupils were blown wide, swallowing up the lovely brown of his eyes, “Nearly killed Jacobs for popping a boner after you pinned him,” Ghost leaned in close again, holding Johnny’s head back against the door when he tried to steal a kiss, but folding and giving him a quick peck when he whined and pouted.

“Didnae even notice.” Soap panted, and it was true that he hadn’t.

“That so?” Ghost released him, but turned his head away when Soap tried to seal their mouths in a kiss, “Distracted?”

“Aye, Si.” Soap said in between planting kisses down Ghost’s throat, “Was busy watching ye.”

“Good answer, Johnny.” Ghost groaned.

Grabbing Soap by the arm, Ghost tossed him onto the bed, an amused smirk curling his mouth when Soap’s complaining whines abruptly cut off as Ghost started working his compression shirt up over his head. Hooking his thumbs under his trouser’s waistband he paused before pulling them down to raise an expectant eyebrow at an unmoving Soap, who was gawking from Ghost’s bed. It was a very nice sight, but Ghost didn’t drag him here to put on a show. Soap got with the program and started scrabbling free of his own clothes. 

Ghost crawled up onto the bed, letting his hips swing a bit more than was strictly necessary to see that hungry swallow bob in Soap’s throat. Knowing he was the cause of the want darkening those eyes sent a hot prideful thrill pounding through Ghost’s veins. 

“What do you want, Johnny?” He teased, climbing up over Soap’s body to sit himself on Soap’s thighs, spreading his legs to bracket Soap’s hips, “You nearly had me, must have taken a lot of work. What’s your reward?” He leaned back, letting his spine arch and flexing his stomach a little to make his abs show through the healthy layer of fat that padded them.

“Whatever ye wannae give me, Simon.” Johnny rasped, petting his hands down Ghost’s sides to land on his hips and squeezing greedily at their plush give. 

“Very good answer, Johnny.” Ghost purred, dropping his voice down into that basso rumble that sent shivers skipping down Soap’s spine, “But today I want to give you what you want, pretty boy.” 

Soap pulled at Ghost, tugging at him until they were pressed chest to chest, until he was within easy reach for Soap to steal more kisses. Ghost teased him a bit more by only letting him have quick closed-mouth pecks, until Johnny’s whining was truly pitiable, then opened his mouth to let the Scot lick behind his teeth the way he’d been craving to. 

They made out for a long moment, until Johnny felt he wasn’t at risk of falling apart at the seams the moment Ghost pulled away.

“Wan’ ye in me, mo chridhe. Jus’ like this.” The unguarded want in Johnny’s eyes made it impossible for Ghost not to drown him in more kisses, reveling in each little begging ‘please’ that he breathed into the air each time their lips parted. 

“Anything, Johnny.” Ghost promised. 

He properly pulled away, sitting up and sliding down to settle between Johnny’s legs, taking the lube that Johnny had hunted out of its drawer for him with an appreciative kiss laid against Johnny’s belly. Hitching Johnny’s legs up to settle over his hips, Ghost popped the cap on the lube and squeezed a healthy dollop into a cupped palm, letting it sit there and warm for a moment, as he snapped the tube closed and dropped it back into Johnny’s waiting hand. After coating his fingers Ghost reached down to pet a warning over Johnny’s hole, then slowly pushed a finger in. 

“Been playing without me, Johnny?” Ghost groaned hungrily when his finger slid in without resistance, 

“Aye,” Soap nodded, a hot blush blooming over his cheeks and creeping up to stain his ears red, “Been 'hinking ae this, wanted ye in mE!” Soap’s last word shot up into an ungainly yelp as Ghost pulled free his finger and slammed home with three. 

Ghost froze for a moment when Johnny shot a hand down to clutch at Ghost’s knee, only moving when Soap started grinding his hips down, reveling in the small sting and throb the sudden stretch had given him. Ghost’s free hand came up to fondle Soap’s balls, holding them in a firm grip and occasionally pulling them taut, making Johnny toss his head and gift him such pretty moans. He was careful not to accidentally pinch or squeeze too hard, they’d tried that type of play before and found it was just a bad hurt for Johnny. 

Soap would close his eyes and give into the pleasure building in his bones, if the sight of Ghost focused on making him feel good wasn’t so enrapturing. He reached his free hand down to lay on his stomach, cupping over his dick, but not touching. He’d been building this up in his head for so long, that now that it was happening he felt so worked up that if anything even brushed his dick he’d cum right there and then; and he wasn’t even close to being ready for this to be over. 

“Simon,” Soap moaned, lifting his head and pushing at Ghost’s hips with his heels, “In me. In me noo. please. please, mo chridhe. In me.” 

“Alright, Johnny,” Ghost soothed, pulling his fingers free and slicking over his cock with the gratuitous amounts of excess lube left behind. He always used more than was strictly necessary as Johnny didn’t like the burn of a dry stretch and they both liked it when they could easily hear Ghost fucking into Soap’s willing body. 

Lining his cock up with Johnny’s hole, Ghost let it rest there until Johnny couldn’t help but tease himself by rocking his hips down and sliding the head in, unable to take more in this position without Ghost’s help. Ghost waited until Johnny leveled him with a truly ferocious glare, then knocked the snarl off his face by slamming home all at once. Reveling in the ecstatic moan that ripped free of Johnny’s throat. 

Falling easily into Johnny’s favourite rhythm, Ghost bent forward to hook his hands under Johnny’s shoulders, pressing him tight up against his chest. Johnny’s arms and legs came up to wrap around him as he knew they would, and the Scot nuzzled at his cheek, begging for more kisses. They made out sloppily, with hard panting breaths and whispered adorations, until the sawing over his sweet-spot and the pressure of Ghost’s belly rubbing the against the sensitive length of his dick started to overwhelm Johnny. 

Ghost knew Johnny was close when his limbs tightened into a rib-creaking clutch and he buried his face into the crook of Ghost’s neck. He angled his hips to aim his cock so it was bullying directly into Johnny’s sweet-spot and slid a hand down Johnny’s back to rub a finger over his well-filled hole, teasing at pressing it in. 

The wet feeling of Johnny orgasming between their chests was completely overshadowed by the sensation of him sinking his teeth through Ghost’s skin. 

The unexpected pain sank its hot claws into Ghost’s hindbrain, lighting up his nerves and spurring the gluttonous beast that breathed only for Johnny awake. The sight of Johnny pulling away to throw his head back into the pillow, with his neck arched so trustingly and his panting mouth open to show Ghost’s blood staining his teeth red, made all of Ghost’s higher thinking die an inglorious death. 

He snapped his hips, driving hard into the hot clutch of Jonny’s insides, still listening carefully to the whining moans the building overstimulation was jolting out of Johnny for any signs of real discomfort. Reassured when Johnny just held Ghost closer, encouraging him on. Ghost fell into his own orgasm with a loud groan, instinctively grinding his hips into Johnny to plant his seed deep. 

“Ah’m sorry, Simon,” Johnny winced after they’d both come back themselves enough to start cleaning up. 

Ghost had gone into his attached bathroom to fetch a damp washcloth to wipe them down, and as he was running the warm flannel over Johnny’s belly he’d turned enough for Johnny to see the mark he’d bitten into the side of Ghost’s neck. It wasn’t small nor was it shallow. He’d only had just enough sense to not bite into the muscle by the looks of it. 

“Ye’ll have tae go tae medical,” Soap leaned up to prod assessingly at the skin around the near perfect impression of his teeth now carved into Ghost. 

“An’ how am I gonna explain this to them?” Ghost asked skeptically, “How’s that incident report gonna go? ‘Cause of injury: Feral Scot’.”

“Get tae fuck, ye smeggy bastard.” Johnny whapped at his arm, playing at being offended, “Donnae go then. Ge’ an infection, see if ah care.” 

Ghost caught the hand that had been hitting him, bringing it up to his lips for a kiss, slightly undermining the romantic gesture by nipping at Johnny’s knuckles. 

“Or you could take care of me.” he murmured against Johnny’s palm, lowering his head to gaze coyly at Johnny through his eyelashes.

Soap snatched his hand back and gave Ghost another whap for good measure, then got up to grab Ghost’s medical kit. 

Two weeks later Soap noticed that it wasn’t healing as well as Ghost’s scapes usually did, but didn’t have the time just then to try arguing Ghost into going to an actual medical professional to have them look it over. It promptly slipped his mind to bring up later, as he couldn’t see it under Ghost’s masks and he had a terrible memory for things that weren’t jumping out at him. 

Another week after that, they were hanging out in Ghost's room again -this time with all their clothes on- and the red, irritated, only mostly healed wound caught Johnny’s eye again. 

“Si, tha’ shoulda been healed over by noo,” He spoke up, reaching forward to pet over the slowly forming scar, “Ye really shoul’ le’ someone have a looksee.”

Ghost caught Johnny’s hand, pulling it down away from the bite mark and Johnny watched with some confusion as Ghost looked away with a pretty peachy blush creeping up his neck to settle high on his cheeks. 

“I uh-” He hesitated uncharacteristically, releasing Soap to hide his face in his hands.

“Si?” Soap pet a hand over Ghost’s arm, “Ye okay?”

“Yeah,” Ghost answered quickly, but didn’t uncover his face, “It’s- I’ve been-” 

Ghost let loose a despairing moan and Soap started pulling at his hands, well and truly concerned now. Ghost snapped his arms out to gather Soap up close to his chest then flopped them backwards onto the bed, rolling like a crocodile to pin Soap under him without any finesse.

Now hiding his face in Soap’s chest, Ghost could find it in himself to own up to the embarrassing truth. 

“I’ve been picking at the scab,” He confessed to Johnny’s sternum.

“Why’ve ye been doin’ tha?” Johnny asked, honest bafflement dancing in his tone.

A mortified groan tripped out of Ghost, pitching up into a reluctant whine. He brought all limbs in to squeeze at Johnny, rocking them as he struggled with the sheer levels of embarrassment that were rioting inside him.

“I wanted it to scar.” He eventually forced himself to say, not brave enough to look up at Johnny. 

“Tha’s-” A shiver quaked through Soap and Ghost dared a glance.

Johnny was staring down at him with eyes that bled lust. Ghost’s mouth dropped open and Johnny hauled him up to kiss the surprise off his face. 

“I love ye, Simon,” He groaned between kisses, “I love ye so much,”

Ghost let Johnny push them over and pin him on his back, feeling held in place more by the intensity of his gaze than by his hands. He stayed where he'd been put, content to lay belly-up and let Johnny show him just how much he loved the idea of Ghost wearing his mark for the rest of their lives.

Thank You For Reading!

This is actually my first try at writing pure long form smut with no twists or subversions, so I'm really not sure how well I did.

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[possiblylando]

Sukuna and Mahito, Polar Opposites of Evil. [Spoilers for Shibuya, Light Spoilers for chapters 212+]

I find it really hard to get upset at Sukuna being a piece of shit because he's like a Hurricane. He shows up wrecks shit and leaves. Once the storm passes Sukuna is actually a "decent" guy (as decent as a cannibal mass murderer can be). He could've continued to mock Jogo after absolutely humiliating but instead he reassures his existence and strength. Same for Maki in the latest chapter. What he does is completely of his own will and with the goal of inflicting suffering but it feels less outwardly malicious then it does with other antagonists in the series.

Meanwhile Mahito is consistently a malicious dirtbag. Maybe it says more about me but there where points during his Shibuya Massacre where I had to take a break because I began to feel nauseous from the shit he was doing. Yet I never really felt that during Sukuna's domain expansion killing just as many if not more. Mahito revels in his actions and does them to brutally specifically to spite Itadori. There's also a major difference in the way they commit their atrocities. Everything Mahito is up close and personal. He thrives on suffering and would prefer to make everything slow and painful instead of quick kills. Mahito is strong and yet chooses to use underhanded tactics to get the advantage which is usually only something "weak" characters do.

Meanwhile everything Sukuna does is quick. He rarely fucks around when he's actually trying to kill someone. The most we've really seen him mess with people was against Fushiguro (Who he was actively trying not to kill) and Jogo. Even while killing Itadori in the Mindspace it's INSTANT a single panel and it's over.

The biggest thing which separates them is how personal they are with their actions. With everything Sukuna does there's a level of detachment. Whenever he isn't facing someone who's at least in the same ballpark of strength he just ends it. Meanwhile Mahito takes completely unbridled joy in his actions. Everything he does brings him some level of pleasure. There's rarely a panel where Mahito isn't smiling. The best way I can put it is the difference between a Sentient Hurricane and a Serial Killer. Sukuna steps on bugs while Mahito kills birds.

Sukuna was "merciful" enough to allow Panda & Co to escape the meteor. Never in a million years would Mahito pull a stunt like this. Additionally he saved Fushiguro from being killed by Haruta and Mahoraga. We know the reason for this now and it's far from merciful. Mahito and Sukuna are arguably the two big bads of Shibuya. You could argue Kenjaku is as well but he really only does anything at the beginning and end. We get intentional parallels drawn between them as early as their first appearances. Chapter 27 brings the best panel of this. I'm sure you all know it.

Both Mahito and Sukuna hold an inhuman desire to watch Itadori suffer. Even if their methods are on completely opposite ends of the spectrum, They both boil down to the same thesis statement: "It's your fault all these people died."

[volleys-chan]

Between Vegeta and Crocodile, which man do you see as the most brutal in strength and power?

First off, allow me to apologize for not getting back to you right away. I have been very busy with work and you sent me this question right before I had to go and it gave me plenty of time to think about it- and then completely forget in my exhaustion about answering the inquiry.

Secondly, I am surprised you asked me such a question. I suppose if you have seen my account on Fanfiction you’d know I wrote a ton of DBZ before I switched over to One Piece… but other than a few Bulma drawings, I’ve never posted much around here about my interest in DBZ. Oh well. You were correct to surmise I’d be able to do this analysis.

The truth is, depending on the situation, either could win a fight against each other. It depends all on the circumstances, though you didn’t actually ask about if they combated each other, I will treat it like you did after a quick debrief of both their outstanding abilities.

Crocodile is a man with a devil fruit. A Logia Devil Fruit that gives him the power of sand- no, makes him a living embodiment of sand. That alone is potent. As seen, he can take physical hits and nothing fazes him until he gets wet- by any liquid as proven when Luffy figured out how to fight him by observing his blood solidified the Sand man. And that’s not including if he gets exposed to water (not rain because Oda has said moving water like rain doesn’t affect devil fruit users, only sitting water (creeks and streams, though moving, count as a large enough source to not fall into the moving water category like rain)), though Crocodile is special cause rain would cause him to become tangible too.

However, it was also shown that he can use his powers to dry himself off and even suck the water out of another living creature. He caused a drought through his powers and took out dozens of powerful opponents before Luffy showed up with the key to his success. He was nearly unstoppable because no one could land an actual hit on him, meanwhile he has complete control of the earth around him, creating more sand as he saw fit. He could create sandstorms as well!

Now, that was before we learned of Haki and that the proper use of Armament Haki could make Logia types tangible when they don’t wish to be to the Haki user. Its been a while since we’ve seen Crocodile and I’m not entirely sure if he’s found a way around that, but he is a very clever and underhanded man, so he probably has. His wit and general distrust in all his employees proves him to be very dangerous. He knew that Robin might betray him and that’s probably why he kept her close, other than for her very special skills. It was shown that he had zero tolerance for any sort of lie or misinformation when he sent Bon Clay to off Mr. 3 (who was actually being impersonated by Sanji during that time) for saying he had killed all the Strawhats ‘preemptively’. Though, as seen with Daz Bones, he likes to keep those who are loyal close and he appears to be an honorable enough man when he’s not planning to stab you in the back.

All in all, in the right conditions, he is a force to be reckoned with.

But then there is Vegeta.

Vegeta is one of the more powerful warriors of Dragon Ball Z, even being one of the first main villains Goku had to go up against early in the series. Vegeta is intelligent, conniving, a natural tactician, and a hard core freaking TANK. That man, in his own arch was beaten with Kaio Ken of different degrees of intensity, shot in the eye, his tail was cut off, hit with a spirit bomb (half formed but still potent as heck), and then smashed by a giant naked Oozaru child. AND LIVED. Then he proceeded to get the shit beaten out of him by the Ginyu Force and held the line for a while with Frieza before Goku managed to show up. I could go on, but we all know how he usually ends up holding the line till Goku shows up. He might not be as powerful as Goku is, but I think he can take more hits than Goku ever could, but at the same time, he probably is one of the few people that can still go toe to toe with Goku and give him a challenge before Goku eventually overpowers him.

Not to mention he is dedicated to training. The man tried to give it up after Cell Saga, but something made him take it back up and he isn’t the type to shift from his routines, seeing as he was a warrior most of his life, starting at the delicate age of 5. Vegeta is also a great strategist in the heat of battle, but he tends to get overconfident and underestimate his opponents when he thinks he has the tactical advantage, i.e. losing his tail; the beat down Recoom gave him; mouthing off to Frieza; letting loose Android Seventeen and Eighteen; Imperfect Cell becoming Perfect Cell just to name a few boo-boos his hotheadedness has caused.

Is Vegeta powerful? Very much so. Be enough to beat someone like Crocodile? Only in the correct conditions.

I don’t think Ki would work against a Logia user. It’s different than Haki to the point that I don’t think it would affect Crocodile. Powerful blasts scatter Crocodile and while some might surmise that Ki is hot, if I remember what Videl said about it, its not. It’s pure living energy, yes, but if Vegeta doesn’t know how Crocodile’s power works, and Crocodile is not the type to run his mouth like every other villain in DBZ tends to do, it might take Vegeta a while to figure out the rules to a Logia user. Too long.

Crocodile might not have Vegeta’s speed, but I do know he can move his presence as long as there is sand in the air pretty darn fast. He would only have to get the proper distance to Vegeta to begin dehydrating him of his body’s water and even a Saiyan can’t go against that. He could try to hit him, but Crocodile is intangible to non-haki users when not wet.

But what if he got him wet? Yeah, Crocodile would be gone in a Final Flash. 

But that’s only if circumstances favor Vegeta and he figures out that liquid is the man’s one weakness.

As I said, it’s hard to say whose the stronger, more brutal of the two because conditions would need to be met and there is no real evidence that Ki could take Crocodile out (maybe on a large scale of destroying the whole island, but the man made himself a sandstorm. How do you destroy the living embodiment of an element without knowing you are up against such a thing?) (Then again, remember that bomb that would have taken out the whole city? Crocodile knew he’d survive it, so…?)(But then again, can Vegeta superheat sand with his ki and make glass?) There are too many unknown variables people could easily argue.

If we are just comparing?

Both are smart and intelligent. Both are underhanded, backstabbing, oddly loyal to people they grudgingly respect or like, and egotistical. Both underestimate the unlikely opponents. But while Vegeta is a powerhouse/tank, Crocodile can willfully become intangible to attacks any time he wishes and capable of sucking the water out of the air and his opponent’s body. We are all made mostly out of water. We lose a very small percentage of that and we are good as dead (even Saiyans).

So, its a toss up in my opinion. Their skills and powers are too different to properly compare and measure against one another. If we are talking about a Death Battle between the two, the I think it’s all about who is Super Kami Dende’s favorite person is or isn’t. I mean, if we were to compare a bit, Luffy is definitely a tank in One Piece, but I’d call Crocodile more of a elemental (outside the normal triangle of strengths and weaknesses of various fighters, i.e. Tank loses to Rouge, who loses to Archer, who loses to Tank sorta deal). Vegeta is definitely a tank, but he wouldn’t have the field advantage as Luffy did.

Hope this gave you something of an answer? Or at least factors to consider or even a perspective different than your own. 

I appreciate the ask though~!

I really like answering questions like this because I hardly get to discuss my personal analysis on character power outside a small group of friends!