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tangled-affections · 5 months ago

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Uno! Please! TMNT: Last Ronin Uno x Original Female Character Summary: Uno just wants to make Alice feeling the desire he has for her. Tags: Smut (Kinda), Aged-Up Characters, Original Character, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Kissing, Oral (F), Not beta read, cock blocked by family A/N: Yes, I know he is a teenager in the comics, but I aged him up to make this work since we do it for the original boys. Don't see why I can't do it for Uno. But this is like a fevered dream, so sorry!

“Fuck! Uno!” Alice screamed as her hands shot to his bald head, digging her nails into his white scales as she cums for the second time that evening. Grinding against the tongue that licked up and down her folds, collecting not only her juices but the white cream that now painted his large muscle. Dipping in and out of her cunt, as she continued to ride her high. “That’s it, cum for me, baby.” He mumbled against her clit as the words caused her head to snap back as another cry left her lips. Filling the apartment that smelled of popcorn, and freshly made pizza.

The pair were close, friends since they first met all those years ago. Bonded by video games, and all things ninja, and for a while the two left it at that. Alice ignored the thoughts that would sneak into her head late at night when she worried about him, while Uno yearned for her, and grew jealous when she dated anyone that wasn’t him. But in this moment on the couch, as the title screen for some movie that they were looking at before Uno had stolen a kiss from the girl that now laid before him as a woman. He gripped her thighs as she struggled against his tongue, well beyond overwhelmed by the feeling of his skilled tongue that he had used on previous partners. Partners that failed to taste as good as Alice does, she was both bitter and tasteless, a hint of her diet in her juices.

He pulled back only for a moment, admiring the cunt that pulsed around nothing, and the pretty pink color the had developed on her folds since he had started to eat her out. Uno’s eyes flickered up to Alice’s face, catching her wiping the tears away as she trembled from the pleasure he had sent through her body. Groaning as he squeezed her thighs that he still held onto, his knees growing sore but he wasn’t done yet. As he had been thinking about this moment for as long as he had first thought about her during his mating season when they were teens. Porn had helped him get an idea of what human women might like, and he implied it to Alice with amazing results.

She reached out, her fingers spreading as they touched his plastron that caused his head to fall back, a whimper escaped his lips as she carried on. “Uno, what would everyone think? We—we are friends, right?” She asked as her hand moved further down, the lower she got, the more he moaned. “No, I want more, I don’t care what they think!” He shouted as his head snapped back to in front of him. “Alice, I want you, do you want me too?” His leaned forward, leaning towards her lips as his hovered over hers. “God yes!” And without him pleasuring himself or her doing the work, he felt himself drop.

It was then that he sensed something that caused him to quickly cover each other up with a random blanket that Alice had carried out of her bedroom at the start of their hang out. And with only seconds to spare, Uno's siblings came through the unlocked window that was large enough for them to get through--including his tallest sibling. Moaning under his breath as Alice rubbed against his twitching erection. Where he grabbed her hand and shook his head no, as his sisters carried on about the odd smell that filled the living room, and how it almost ruins the smell of the pizza that was left on the counter to cool off. "Yeah, sorry guys, I might need to mop or something." She struggles to speak as one of Uno's fingers slipped under the blanket and rubbed small, and painfully slow circle before pulling away. "I will rock your world, but it's after they are gone." He whispered in Alice's ear, making her bite her lip as his young sister entered the living room with a slice or two for the pair.

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jhuzen · 1 year ago

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if ur requests are open…virgin Kazuha with a player m!reader.

Reader made a bet with Beidou about how long it’ll take to get to fuck Kazuha since he’s one of the people on the Crux that the reader hasn’t fucked and Kazuha overhears.

He knows he shouldn’t give in, but he’s wanted the reader for so long so they end up fucking (and confessing feelings because I’m a romantic😭).

tip [m.reader]

actual title: [just the] tip, LMAO. I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD AND I’M BRINGING THREE SMUTS WITH ME. anyway. i think we all know when i say soon, it means 2 weeks later. fuck. i’m so sorry yall i do not know how to squeeze my brain for creativity. so the past two weeks, i’m just working out and gaming and illustrating. also i was halfway through the smut when i got the request for the player reader aND THATS WHEN IMAGINATION STRUCK. so anyway have this adorable samurai, tysm baby for letting me win your 50/50 again ilysm mwah.

𖦹 gentle sex, romantic stuff, they say ily in the end (and i am jealous), it’s been weeks since my last smut so bear with me, an attempt at an oral, fingering, penetration, lots of reassurances, top male reader

It all started with a simple bet between you and Beidou. She was the same captain that challenged you many times in drinking contests, after all (most of which, you’ve lost to her). And while you cannot exactly handle all of your alcohol like she can’t, no one could say the same when it comes to your visceral need to possibly get every living being on the bed with you.

It was a running joke between the entire crew. With your utterly promiscuous nature, you’ve managed to bed every bachelor and bachelorette on the Alcor. It was an amazing feat and an occurrence that happened so much, people would casually compare your performance with each other. Granted, it was embarrassing, but such is the price of being so… whorish.

Not a single soul was saved, even the sweet housekeeper from Mondstadt and his superior that were traveling to the nation of freedom to strike a deal with an elusive winery owner weren’t saved from your promiscuity. Beidou was already hurting from the sides from all the laughing she’s done once she realizes the fleeting glances between the two of them towards you were no mere coincidences.

But maybe not a single soul being saved was… an overstatement.

All of them weren’t safe except for one — the elusive ronin that frequently traveled with Beidou’s crew; Kaedehara Kazuha himself. For some reason, he was the one person that you couldn’t bed, and unfortunately for you, Beidou noticed. She noticed how your flirtatious flair would tone down, turning you into the most unassuming version of yourself that any of the Alcor has ever seen whenever you would entertain Kazuha up in the crow’s nest, a gentle smile on your lips instead of that knowing smirk that could leave anyone writhing.

Beidou already had an idea by then, but she decided to aid you in getting things moving as she made one bet to you.

“If you can get our romantic poet in bed with you, I will retract all drinking contests in the future.”

Your terms were flimsy and shallow. But you figured your liver would greatly appreciate the deal. And if you won, you only said that the captain would have to admit that, although untrue, you have, at some point, beaten her in one contest.

Had you only known what your dear little ronin has in store for you.

Kazuha, admittedly, is an absolute romantic. The verses in his poetry could not make that mere fact any clearer. His mind and heart can coordinate and weave the sweetest words lodged in limited verses that sing the sweetest praises to the unknown.

And often you were the victim of it. Kazuha was well aware of how subdued you seem around him, suddenly discarding the playboy persona that you were known around for, your very reputation that despite the efforts that Kazuha made in order to evade it, it still somehow managed to take the longest detour right to his heart.

You were a magnet that had limitless attraction Kazuha was just a drop in a sea of particles that continued to gravitate to you, despite his constant rumination that you were never going to be a constant in his life. He lives to seek every corner of the world while you discovered the uncharted parts of someone else’s bare skin in your endeavors.

How ironic was it that in his inconsistent lifestyle, he was terrified of having you — someone who is just as much of constant as his stays on places while he wandered through all nations.

But the tiny voice at the back of his head were screaming, pleading for a chance to even experience the atmosphere with you when wrapped in the haze of lust and sex.

It was probably why the moment he overheard your tiny wager with Beidou, the restraints that he kept on his poor longing heart suddenly loosened. And it was probably why the moment you amped up your flirtatious tendencies, Kazuha was suddenly breathless.

To experience of being the end of your smooth words was something Kazuha can only describe as what it feels like to get a taste of his own medicine. Suddenly, you were more forward, you didn’t wait for him to ask you and gaze at the skies with him on the crow’s nest. Everywhere he was, you were suddenly around, like a persistent python that coiled around him until he could no longer breathe — and he loved it.

Maybe it’s why your advances were easily reciprocated by him. Maybe it’s why all of a sudden, he wanted your hand to linger under his chin. Maybe it’s why, out of all his resistance to your charm, it all comes crashing down into a futile effort.

And maybe it’s also exactly why his heart hammered with persistence against his ribcage despite the ache in his knees as he knelt and did his best to suck you off with little to no experience under his belt.

You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes downcast to meet Kazuha’s teary eyes. He was already ruined just from this, mouth barely able to take in more of you. But you were a persistent teacher, and he was an eager student.

A smirked played upon your pretty lips, hand gliding over to Kazuha’s soft cheek before pinching it, stretching his mouth just a little bit more as you slowly pushed your hips, watching your cock make it barely even halfway through Kazuha’s mouth.

You were used to the experienced men that could take you in skillfully even with your size, but the inexperience was somewhat of a breath of fresh air — if not, utterly adorable. The way his tongue refused to stay flat while your cock pushed in, his teeth grazing against your sensitive head ever so slightly, and archons, those lovely tears that glistened through his wet eyelashes as the honorable ronin looked up at you for any form of approval.

“You’ve no idea how incredibly delectable you look right now, love.” Your smooth voice filled his ears and he hummed, pleased from the praise, leaving you hissing as the vibrations from his mouth enveloped your cock.

“Think you can manage a few more inches?” You asked with a curious grin.

Kazuha doesn’t think so, but the innate need to please you and seek your praise was something he quickly found out the moment you stripped him of his robes and adored his body with your sweet words. He nodded, a little unconvincing, a little reluctant, and a little nervous.

You guided his hands that rested on your thighs to grip the base of your length, “For better leverage,” you said, though quite true, it was equally just an excuse to feel his cute little hands around you.

The ronin nodded once more before pushing further, dipping his head until he can take more of you. His cheeks burned and the moment the tip of your head hits the back of his throat, Kazuha immediately pulls back, coughing. You ran your hand through his hair, flashing him a reassuring smile.

“Too much?”

Kazuha’s lips were wet from his own saliva. He opened his eyes to see a tiny sinful string of saliva that connected his lips to your cockhead. He looked up at you with so much determination, almost eager to try again, and while it was immensely adorable, you decided to take pity on Kazuha as you pulled him up to your lap.

“I-I can do more…”

“And we’ll work on that next time,” you said with the same soft reassurance that he has heard from you every time you and Kazuha would engage in a conversation. But it wasn’t what made his heart jump — it was the fact that you opened up the possibility of a next time for him. A possibility that this isn’t a one time thing as he feared.

Before he could even process anything else, his back hits the soft mattress beneath him. It should have been intimidating, but to see tower over him with such a huge figure, Kazuha could only feel the unbridled warmth that radiated from you. He waited with bated breath as you looked down on him, a smile so inviting that it doesn’t even remotely feel like he was participating in a bet, that you were making love to him so tenderly instead.

“Think it’s time for me to finally take care of you, hm?” Your soft croon reached his ears and he could only nod, meek yet still so bloody excited for what happens next.

He could feel his breath get caught in his throat the moment your hands easily opened his legs, and he willfully complied despite how his thighs quivered under your grasp. He watched seat yourself in between his legs, watching you open up that one familiar package of lubricant. You squeezed a generous amount on your fingers before turning to him.

“Try to relax, yeah?”

“M-Mhm…”

Kazuha doesn’t question the way his back immediately arched up as his body responded to your fingers that slowly penetrated him. He could feel the coldness and he shivered, squirming at the tight fit. He could feel it all too much. His hand immediately shot up to latch onto your strong shoulders while he let out a strangled gasp.

Your little samurai was all too enticing, “My~ what a mess I’ve made you, and just from my fingers alone too…” You laughed and Kazuha can only whimper closing his eyes shut to avoid any further embarrassment, though it was clearly futile by then.

Your slowly pumped your fingers, feeling out Kazuha’s gummy walls. He clenched on your fingers with every movement, leaving him writhing against the sheets. It was a sensation that he was all too new in experiencing. His soft gasps and quiet whines echoed through the walls of the remote inn that you graciously paid for under the guise of taking shelter with your travel companion.

Kazuha cried out your name so sweetly, and it was as if the heavens are calling you.

“[Name]… m-more…” he pleaded with a tiny voice, barely managing while your fingers continued to penetrate through his walls that continued to pulsate around your digits. You indulged in every moan that spilled from his lips as you pumped your fingers even more.

You licked your lips, eyeing the samurai in bliss so hungrily. He was ethereal even when he’s a complete mess with sweat cascading through his soft skin and his hair completely tousled as he continued to squirm from your ministrations alone. You drank the very sight of him and you couldn’t wait to take him then and there.

A choked gasp suddenly weaseled out of him as your fingers finally grazed his prostate.

“H-Hah—!” You watched in fascination as your endeared ronin came just from that alone. Cum dripped down from his cock, making a tiny pool on his abdomen. Kazuha was breathless, his body quivering in inconsistent intervals as he reached his high all too early. He looked at you, just as surprised as you are.

“O-Oh… D-Did I—? Already?” Kazuha’s embarrassment was unparalleled, but you were quick to quell that as you leaned in, showering his heaving chest the most chaste kisses, filled with so much care and love that were absent from your times with others. No amount of sweetness could amount to your shallow ones when it wasn’t Kazuha.

“You treat it like it’s a problem,” you chuckled and Kazuha’s face flushed at your playful chastising. Of course it must be a problem. One too many he’s heard about people lasting in bed a better feat when it comes to sex. But you were quick to refute the little beliefs he had. “It only means I’m making you feel good, no?”

Kazuha nodded, speechless for once at such a gentle treatment. He’s heard from the accounts of others just how rough you can be, some men even having to complain about it to you openly, while you only gave a tiny apology before slithering away. But this, even Kazuha wasn’t too certain if this was something new for you or if you thought that he was too fragile to handle you. He griped to himself at the thought and he quickly grabbed onto your wrist.

“I-I’m ready,” he muttered, giving you the full green light.

You have half a mind to question him for a second time, but his look of determination and your own cock that only throbbed painfully against your abdomen was enough to persuade you.

Kazuha could only look on, his eyes widening when his struggles earlier to take you in just with his own mouth came back to bite him in the ass. He looked up, a little frantic as the anxiety only flooded through him — he could barely suck you off without suffocating, how could he take you in so easily.

You only leaned to kiss at the shell of his ear, as gentle as you can, “Don’t worry, we’ll stop if you can’t.”

His arms were quick to hook around your neck, looking down and quivering a little as he felt the way your cockhead brushed against the rim of his entrance, prodding at him with so much temptation. “But… I don’t want it to stop…” he mumbled, only making you laugh at such a sweet sentiment.

“One at a time, mkay? It’s your first time,” You whispered as you slowly lined up, your shaft already prodding at Kazuha’s lubed up hole. “Ready?”

Taking a deep breath, Kazuha only nodded, surrendering control to you to take care of him.

It wasn’t a mistake to be so near him as your ears indulged in Kazuha’s sweetest cries as you slowly eased yourself in. You didn’t bother going all the way as you felt him clench around you even with just a few inches in. It was adorable, remotely endearing as you continued a couple more inches.

“W-Wait,” he was quick to plead, and you stopped, listening intently to his whims.

“Why don’t we practice with just this much, hm?” It wasn’t even a surprise as Kazuha quickly agreed, eager to follow you. He succumbed into the submission of being under your control, to let you do as you please to him and you relished in that very permission to take in every bit of him even the slowest ways.

You drew out some quiet sobs from poor Kazuha as your hips drew back, only to stop just before you could pull out. Your sensitive head alone could even feel the slightest bumps within his walls and it was absolutely divine.

Kazuha hiccuped through his tears despite your shallow, languid thrusts — barely even fully inside and yet he’s already so spent. You could feel every gasp getting pulled out from his system with how his cock seemed to brush against your abdomen with every movement.

“Feels good?” You asked and he only nodded — quite frankly it was a miracle that Kazuha could even still make of what you can say.

“D-Deeper, [Name],” Kazuha begged, coming out in a tiny mewl that you couldn’t seem to refuse.

You followed through his demand, letting in a couple more inches inside and he was squealing so wantonly. The way his walls clenched onto your length, he could feel every sinful throb within his tight warm walls and he couldn’t help but squirm, inching away from your cock when you held him down.

“You can do it, you’re a good boy, yes?” You smiled, your thrusts slowly growing deeper and deeper until it left him writhing underneath you. You could feel the delectable scratch on your broad back as he clutched onto you for dear life.

“M-Mhm… a good boy,” he parroted, his mind numbing with each thrust, his hips slowly meeting your movement as the fervent need to feel you grew inside him.

You were just as easily losing it as your hips moved in a steady pace. Never had you even been this gentle on someone even — but somehow Kazuha brought it out of you. Your soft grunts melded with his delectable moans as you moved your head, lips just a hair distance away from him.

And then it spills from your lips;

“Fuck… I love you so much…”

Kazuha’s eyes snapped open and you immediately stopped your movements, your cock still inches deep inside your little ronin.

A wave of clarity washed over Kazuha as the realization hit you both.

“You mean it?” He asked, love in his eyes with so much anticipation.

You only laughed as you leaned in, “Couldn’t get anymore obvious with that,” you quipped, all too amused as the blush overtook Kazuha’s face down to his neck. A little taken aback, but he only smiled, bringing you in close for a sweet kiss.

“Well, I share the sentiment.” Kazuha mumbled, his breath ghosting over your lips as a lovestruck expression completely took hold of his pretty face.

“Would it kill you to say it back?”

“I love you too.”

You only showed your satisfaction with your lips on his, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of his waist as you lifted him up. A needy whimper was pulled out of Kazuha’s throat as you thrusted one more time, a mischievous and eager smile grazing your face.

You were going to show Kazuha so much more.

And lucky for you, you’ve got the whole night to express that love to each other.

#can you hear me crying because i’ve never felt so single #NEXT ONE #we’re gonna be screwing two dragons in their own separate fics #ofc ofc #genshin impact x male reader #kaedehara kazuha x male reader #kazuha x male reader #kazuha smut #sub genshin impact #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #jhuzen’s shameless filth

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awakandanavenger · 2 years ago

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Hello! If you have the time, may I ask for a Natasha x former avenger reader fic? It takes place two years after endgame and Natasha and Tony are brought back to life by the power of science and magic (Idk maybe Strange and Banner worked together to bring them back, you decide how) and Natasha finds out reader went down a dark path from grief of losing Nat and has been doing vigilante stuff like how Clint was doing when being ronin. And she finds her and knocks some sense into her and it’s a tearful reunion?

Come To Your Senses (Natasha x g!nReader)

Summary: Natasha and Tony are brought back to life. Nat finds you while you're continuing Barton's mission as Ronin. She has to knock the sense into you to stop and come home.

Word Count: 768 (Still short but still longer than the last one)

Warnings - Mentions of reader being criminal but not sure if there is anything else? Let me know if there is.

A/N - As for the person who requested this, sorry it took so long to write, university is keeping me busy but any other requests you guys want to send I'll do as soon as I can! Remember ya'll, NO SMUT REQUESTS!

It has been two years since Thanos was defeated and honestly… I couldn’t care less if the world is safe once again. I have nothing left worth protecting now that she is gone. In fact, I do not care to the point where I’ve took it upon myself to continue Barton’s mission from during the time of the blip. I hunt down and slaughter every criminal I can find. At least then there would be some satisfaction for the world, and me.

Just now I am waiting to ambush a gang of criminals. They have been drug dealing and the usual shit. Still. They kill people who try and stop them so it is up to me to stop them if no one else can. I take my sword from my waist belt. But just as I am about to run inside and complete my mission, a finger taps my shoulder and I whirl around with sword aimed ready to attack whoever it was that tapped me but who I saw made me drop my sword with a loud clang. Luckily, none of the criminals inside heard.

“What are you doing here?” She asks. “No. Not possible. You’re dead.” I say not believing who is right in front of me. It’s my imagination surely! “It’s really me. I’m back. So is Tony.” I step forward to her and gently feel the locks of her red hair. “You’re real? But how?” “Bruce and Dr Strange came together and found a way to bring us both back to life.” Wait, what if this is a trick? What if this is a shapeshifter and is finding a way to get to me to kill me? I have made a lot of enemies over the last two years, so it is possible.

“You’re hesitant which is understandable.” “Damn straight. For all I know, you’re not really Nat.” She raises her eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “Well, for all I know, you could be a shapeshifter. Those exist.” “Well, I’m not that. When they brought me back my first thought was to find you. Bruce told me everything that’s been going on and where to find you. That’s how I knew.” It is true. Nat was always protective of me but still, everyone knew that. Then I got an idea. “Okay, if you really are Nat and not a shifter. What was the first moment we both shared when we realised we belonged together?” Only the real Nat would know. “The first moment we shared together was that night when I had a nightmare about the Red Room. You rushed to comfort me, and it was the sound of your heartbeat that lulled me back to sleep. The next morning you said if the sound of your heartbeat helps me sleep, you’d gladly stay forever.” It’s true. That was our first real moment that I admitted to myself that I’d love and take care of her from that point on.

Now that I am certain she is the real Natasha, I wonder why she even came back for me in the first place. “Okay, so my question to you Nat is why are you even here? Surely Bruce or Strange must know what I’ve been… am doing.” “That’s exactly the reason I came to find you. To stop you continuing your ‘mission’. Clint did the exact same thing but even he was able to put his dangerous behaviour aside when he got his family back.” “What? And you’re expecting me to do the same now that you’re back?” “I don’t expect you to do anything. It is your choice. I just hope you make the right one. If you do, I’ll be at the Avengers tower.”

That got me thinking. So, if I am understanding this correctly, she will take me back if I stop killing criminals. Hmm, I suppose I could change the mission so they get arrested instead because no way in hell am I stopping completely. Plus, if the Avengers get back together, that way in a way, my mission can continue but in the right way.

Just as Nat was about to leave, I grabbed her hand, and she stops. “You’re right.” And I explain my thoughts of wanting to continue but in the right way. Surprisingly, she agrees. “So, you’ll come back home?” She asks me. I sigh knowing she’s going to keep finding me until I agree to go back. “Sure.” I speak. In all honesty, I can’t believe I am going back, with Natasha no less. It’s enough to make us both cry of happiness knowing.

Hope you all liked this one! Don't forget, I still take requests and Nat isn't the only character I accept requests for. There is also Wanda Maximoff, Shuri, Queen Ramonda, Nakia and Okoye! NO SMUT AS MENTIONED! Hope to see your requests soon! :)

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n

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kitmoas · 3 years ago

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Standing in the Ruins

Summary: The world as Kate knew it may have ended but she was just getting your world ready.

Pairing: Dark! Kate Bishop x Reader

Genre: Plot and stuff with some nice little smut

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Dark Fic (mentions of killing, kidnapping, weapons) Semi-Public Smut, slight degradation (If I missed anything important, let me know)

A/N: I became obsessed with the idea of Kate keeping the Ronin suit, and here we are.

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

Twisted Promise AU (Coming Soon)

If Kate was asked what she wanted to be when she was ten years old, she would have replied that she wanted to be a superhero; just like Hawkeye. The world was bright and exciting as a child, especially when the Avengers existed. That’s how the young Bishop grew up, wide eyed and a naive sense of confidence. It was the blip that destroyed every ounce of hope for most people, and it shoved the once blindly optimistic Kate into reality. Her childhood idol was nowhere to be seen, seemingly hiding while the rest of his team fought against the most dangerous enemy to land on Earth’s soil.

She went to work for her mother at Bishop Security, uncovering her deal with Fisk accidentally. It should have bothered the once morally righteous young brunette to know what Eleanor was doing to make sure the business thrived, but for some reason she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Keeping her head down at the company, Kate got her work done and really only got close to Maya. The two bonded over being the youngest and having a lot of pressure put on them.

When tales about a dark hooded figure with a sword that was taking down organizations across the globe began to spread, Fisk began to spread his assets. Kate took an even larger step away from the spotlight in regards to the company, deciding to focus on college and her sports. Her mother was pleased by this, always wanting to protect her daughter.

The Avengers tried, one last time, to reverse the blip. It was a very public and violent fight that ultimately ended in failure. The entirety of public heroes were gone, dead, or rumor has it some are stuck in different universes and timelines. Society didn’t trust them anymore and there was no longer a need for them but the hooded swordsman came back. The Bishops weren’t worried until Kingpin was targeted.

When the Ronin showed up to the penthouse it was Kate that he came face to face with, shock filling his body when he realized she was just a kid. A young girl dressed in a hoodie with a flimsy looking sword attached to her hips, an incredibly innocent looking expression on her face. He was expecting Fisk, or at least his group of workers. His hesitation was his downfall as Kate used his second of doubt to disarm him. The young Bishop wasn’t the one to drop him to his knees though. No, that was Maya the silent accomplice to the young archer. Shooting him three times with a smile on her face; once in the knee, once in the torso, and once in the sternum.

Curiosity got the best of Kate as she unmasked the so called vigilante that had been wreaking havoc across the globe, and there bleeding out on her marble floors was her childhood hero Hawkeye. Clint Barton, the person that made her want to take up archery and the person who saved her life many years ago. The person that disappeared when Thanos came to Earth causing Kate to turn her back not only on him but the idea of heroism. Believing that her hero was nothing but a coward, instead delving into her mother’s operations, he was ultimately the reason the young archer fell into the darkness in her soul.

It was Kate’s arrow, shot from a small loaded crossbow that was concealed between her shoulder blades, that drops him dead. Instead of following through with the original plan of burning the body and suit, the archer decides to take up the mantle. Following in her once-hero’s footsteps in a demented way by working for Fisk, killing any target regardless of who it is.

Carrying the infamous retractable sword, along with a small crossbow and collapsible bow, Kate under the guise of Ronin became one of the most feared members of Fisk’s organizations. The other two were Maya (Echo) and Yelena (White Widow), who joined in favor of following the people who killed the man responsible for her sister’s death. The three of them became Kingpin’s most prized weapons, and were sent out to deal with the most special targets.

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The first time she sees you it's past midnight and you’re rushing home after a long closing shift at the small movie theater you work at. She can’t help but think how you look entirely too cute to be her next target, bundled up in an oversized jacket and a beanie that is falling into your eyes. Confused, the young Ronin decides to follow you around for a few days in hopes to gather information that will allow her to understand her assignment. The longer she trails you the more confused she gets, you’re just a normal person. You walk your dog daily, go to work at the theater almost every single day, and eat ice cream in bed while watching Bob’s Burgers episode on repeat. You aren’t threatening nor did you have anything threatening in your apartment.

The first time she comes into the theater you spill an entire cup of soda on the floor, tripping over air as you get distracted by her striking ocean eyes. Little did you know that she was taking advantage of a tactic that Yelena taught her, drawing trust from the target to find a more convenient spot to kill you.

Kate had thought you were adorable, and stumbled through awkwardly flirting back. The archer tried to act cool as she tried to charm you. Her ego stroked when she realized how difficult it was for you to act normally around her. You cursed yourself as you stuttered through asking her what movie she would be seeing, but she just asked for a small popcorn and left.

You’re ecstatic when the gorgeous brunette begins showing up at work often, getting a small popcorn and leaving. You are hooked, completely infatuated. Every time you work you have to hype yourself up to finally ask her out, you never do. You don’t even know her name yet.

Another day, another shift, and you can’t help but feel disappointed by the lack of ocean girl for the past week. Your co-workers watch the entire day as you perk up each time someone walks through the doors and sulk as you clean up to close. The walk home was brisk, trying to avoid being in the cold for too long but just a few blocks from your apartment you see someone leaning against a street light. You don’t have too much time to try and think of a different route when the figure starts walking towards you, closing the distance swiftly.

The person is shoving you against an abandoned building, back hitting rough dirty brick. Your heart beat is pounding but the moment your gaze catches a flash of ocean blue you calm. “You haven’t been to th-the theater in a while.” Your voice is soft, anxiety making your voice crack halfway.

Kate, who was flipping an arrow in her hand, looks up at you shocked. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to put together what was happening. How were you not scared? An almost complete stranger just shoved you into an abandoned alleyway, and you’re worried about them getting a bag of popcorn? She lets the shiny arrowhead tap against your leg, smirking as you look down at it. “I’ve been planning something a little different.”

Her voice is low causing a shiver to run down your spine as you look at the reflection of a street light shining off the sharp tip. “Usually I don’t get this…adventurous on the first hookup but for you I would.” You’re a bit nervous, but you know you need to be open to anything if you want to keep the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen. She’s entirely out of your league, but you won’t let your inexperience get in the way.

She’s staring at you, an incredulous look on her face. Deciding to test you, she lets the her weapon of choice ghost along her body until it’s beating against your skull. Slowly she lets the tip of the arrow dig into your temple, eye widening as you just let her pierce her skin. The girl is pulling away, jaw slack, about to say something when some random girl screams interrupting the two of you.

The girl runs up to you, asking if you’re okay, but you just notice that the ocean girl is gone. A small trail of blood your only reminder of your close encounter with the popcorn girl. Slumping against the wall again, you just nod and grumpily thank the stranger for her help.

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Arms crossed, Kate pouts in the oversized arm chair as Yelena and Maya laugh at her. The glare in her eyes is weak, and her friends know it. “Guys! It doesn’t make sense, okay. Why are they my next target?” Her hands are erratic as she signs, making Maya laugh at the mistakes she makes.

The blonde just shrugs as she struggles to sit up straight through her laughter, but Kate relaxes when she sees Maya get her attention. “The boss has a connection to them that he doesn’t want them to know, Kazi figured that part out but the files are destroyed on what the connection is.” The older brunette shrugs at the end of her sentence, quickly signing an apology before smacking Yelena on the head.

The widow sighs before shrugging too, “I really do not think I can be of help. I could not find anything.” Her sloppy signing still makes Maya smile, knowing English in every way is still a bit of a struggle for the Russian. “Besides, just take the target out and get the job done and over with. It should be easy Kate Bishop.” The smirk on the blonde’s face makes the archer roll her eyes, pouting again at the tease.

The young Ronin nods nonetheless, looking out the window, trying to piece together her thoughts.

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For the next few weeks you keep getting in awkward situations with ocean girl, who after you practically begged for the answer told you her name is Kate. You still can’t actually get the nerve to ask her out. You can’t even get the nerve to just try and actually initiate hooking up with her, even though she has definitely tried. Even if every single time you are alone with the brunette ends with her disappearing with no trace, you can’t help but look forward to the next time she pops into your life.

The subway was the most annoying thing ever, preferring to walk everywhere, but you were going to the opposite side of the city so you had no other choice. Your head is down, airpods secure in your ears, as you try to rest a bit before you get to your destination.

You don’t remember dozing off but the feeling of cold metal along your throat wakes you up, a hand in your hair stops you from flinching. Panic rushing through you but the smooth voice that speaks calms you. “We are finishing this tonight, I’m done playing around.”

Slowly opening your eyes, relaxing your face, taking a chance to look up at the ocean blue you crave. “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you because I am, you look amazing tonight by the way, but can I ask if the weird sword thing was necessary?” You don’t mean to ramble but she makes you nervous.

Kate is staring down at you, jaw tense as she takes you in. Your entirely too innocent eyes, sparkling looking up at her like she was the best thing in the world. Your nervous smile, flinching every time your skin is pricked by the sharp blade, but it just makes her melt a little inside at the cuteness. You are the easiest target she’s ever had, honestly you’re the easiest person anyone could have ever been told to kill.

The moment you bite your lip, out of awkwardness mostly because of the heavy silence, it breaks something in Kate. She crashes her mouth into yours, messy and sloppy, but it stuns you nonetheless. This wasn’t the first time someone kissed you, but the way she’s pushing against you is different. No one has ever wanted you like she does at the moment. No one ever touched you like she is. The blade against your throat retracts, scratching a thin line across your throat, but you don’t have much time to think about it when Kate’s calloused hand replaces it.

Your eyes flick around, grateful for the empty car you’re in, as she moves to straddle you. “I- maybe we shouldn’t do th-” She cuts you off with a sharp slap on your cheek, anger flashing in her eyes before she rubs the red skin soothingly. A small smile reaches her face as she coos over you. You can’t tell if she’s serious or just mocking you, but it makes you blush either way as you wiggle around beneath her.

The flush rises up your neck as she pulls on the baby hairs there, “Oh my sweet little thing, you’re already squirming.” The brunette is moving around, forcing herself between your legs and letting her mouth ghost along your neck.

You can feel the heat in your belly, spreading across your body the more she touches you. The wetness between your thighs makes you whimper, embarrassed at how easy it was for her to turn you on. You let your head shake slowly, cheeks burning as you slam your eyes shut so you don’t have to look at her.

Her hand is already slipping under your shirt, her rough fingers sliding directly under your sports bra. Her palm slides against your hardened nipple, a smirk spreads across her face when she hears your breath hitch. “So sensitive, don’t tell me a pretty pet like you is a virgin.” Her voice is arrogant, as she lets her knee fall between your thighs.

Your hips buck against her knee as it comes to lay flat against your covered center, a pathetic whimper escaping through your lips. Even though it’s a lie you’re adamantly shaking your head, refusing to seem even more pitiful. Letting your eyes close, you try your hardest to ignore the way her hand makes you feel as she palms at your breast. You try to ignore the way you just know your arousal is leaking through your panties as you try not to desperately grind against her knee.

The knee between your thighs is moving, slowly but grinding perfectly into you, and it makes your vision blur. “Now now, don’t lie to me. I’m taking mercy on you, don’t take my niceness for granted. Tell me the truth.” Her mouth is moving against your neck, a particularly hard bite makes you wince as you try to focus. The smallest yes falls from your lips, meek and quiet. “That’s a good girl, I guess I should reward you. Yea?”

Her forehead is leaning against your shoulder, watching as your hips are uncontrollably rutting against her knee. She wants to laugh at how awkward and sloppy it is, but she can’t help the rush of arousal through her body thinking about breaking that. You were going to be hers to ruin, no matter what her job was.

The grip she has on your breasts is borderline painful and you were getting frustrated at not being able to reach your high alone, you were never good at getting off by yourself. You could feel your body starting to give it in, and your mouth hanging open in a silent plea, but it was like you couldn’t fall over the edge. Stuck dangling and Kate was just having a grand old time watching you struggle.

You were completely focused on trying to reach your orgasm that you weren’t aware of the subway coming to a stop, nor were you aware of Kate’s focus shifting. The moment she pulls herself off you, pulling her hood off her head and a gray beanie over her head, a whine tears through your teeth. She’s shushing you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and shoving your heads down to stare at her phone screen.

The archer is watching, through her lashes, as people rush to get into different cars but she sighs in relief when the doors finally close with no extra occupants joining. Making quick work of calculating how long until her stop, less than 2 minutes, she sighs and looks down at you. Your entire face is flushed, your breath coming out in harsh labored pants, and you're rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to find pressure.

Grumbling, she reaches down unceremoniously gathering you in her arms and waits for the doors to open. The moment the metal slides open she’s rushing out, dodging people and shushing you as you whimper with each thundering step she takes. You try to look around, but when you see her taking dark abandoned alleyways you hide your face in her neck instead. The slight pang of fear makes you want to find safety, and for some reason Kate feels like that for you.

The young Ronin sighs as she enters her penthouse, relaxing as the Bishop Security panel comes to life and secures the door behind her. She drops you roughly on the couch before she starts stripping layers, throwing everything around as she tries to take in what she just did. Her boss, Fisk, was going to murder her if he ever found out that this target was alive. Not only was this target alive, but she was keeping them in her apartment and trying to hookup with them.

When she looks up from the glass of liquor she poured, her gaze meets yours and she knows that it doesn’t matter. She was going to keep you, no matter who tried to go against her. You were hers, even if you didn’t know it yet.

Taglist: @katebishop-ladyarrow @yourtaletotell @caroldantops

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 year ago

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Me feeling the ADHD medication wear off, and the urge to continue my The Last Ronin smut hitting even harder than before.

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genshinboys · 3 years ago

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Going out on a date with Genshin boys - Kazuha

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Kazuha x gn reader

„Hey, Kazu, stop that, will you?” Your hands desperately clutch onto the hem of your kimono, which is now dancing with the wind, fluttering around, and thus jeopardizing the safety of your bottom by flaunting it to the cheerful ronin marching behind you.

„Stop what, Sweetheart?” Ever the innocent Kazuha remains oblivious to the accusations thrown at him.

The wind keeps whirling around and, alas, on this occasion, the garment does blow all the way up, rendering your buttocks as naked as the Moon before the fugitive from Inazuma.

The fucking audacity. Your eyes scream bloody murder when you turn on your heels to throttle the chuckling vagabond to death.

Upon seeing your vengeance-seeking face, your free-spirited lover does seem to fight for breath as he roars with laughter, hands holding onto his belly. His eyes crinkle merrily and if you thought you couldn’t possibly fall harder for him, well, you were stupid. Your brain turns into mush and all you can register is his boyish-like giggle ringing in your ears like a plague of mosquitoes. Your stomach does a flip when he titters for the last time in this high-pitched airy manner that never fails to tug at your heartstrings.

„Sweetheart, what’s all that anger for, hmm? Let me braid your hair so that you can relax a little.” Kazuha approaches, carrying the overflowing with field flowers basket in his hands.

Earlier in the day, he courtly offered for you two to stroll around the lands of Liyue in search of some blossoms.

„I want to make a pretty flower crown so that it can adorn the head of the Queen/King of my heart.” He confessed with a soft smile on his face when questioned about the objective of the outing.

You let out a defeated sigh when he intertwines your hands, and with a roll of your eyes, allow him to drag you in the direction of the nearest Sandbearer tree. Its peachy leaves and long branches perfectly shelter you from the burning rays of the setting Sun. He sits down, resting his back against the trunk and extends his arms to invite you to settle between his thighs. You comply with his wish, and he helps you to position yourself comfortably in his loving embrace.

Kazuha notices that you’re still sulking over his playful advances from earlier so, he places a kiss on the very tip of your ear and teasingly blows the air behind it, which causes your body to tremble like the flowers in his basket. Mischievously, he presses his fingers under your ribs and begins tickling you as though there was no tomorrow.

„No, Kazuha, please stop!” Pleading cries evoke yet another fit of giggles in the fugitive ronin.

„Only when you say that you love me.” He does not yield no matter how much you squirm in his arms.

„I do, I do, I do!” You surrender, yelling loud enough to wake the under-the-table drunk bard of Mondstadt.

Kazuha continues chuckling happily, feather-like kisses brush over your reddened cheeks.

Sitting in the shadow of the tall Sandbearer tree, with your back flush against Kazuha’s warm chest, the ronin meticulously weaves flowers into your strands while reciting his most recent haiku poems. Kazuha’s voice, velvety and smooth, in sing-like manner chants into your ear, eliciting hums of approval from your drowning in ecstasy limp body.

„You’re such a little brat Kazu, you know?” The accusation, barely a whisper, directed at your playful lover is almost lost between the grunts of pleasure caused by the jolts of electricity numbing your mind.

He snickers.

„What am I now, huh?” With colourful flowers gracing your head, Kazuha considers his job done. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek, and his fingers start teasingly playing with the strings of your kimono. Your gut clenches in anticipation when you come to a realisation that he’s actually pulling at the strings to undo the knot.

„You aren’t exactly lily-white yourself, Sweetheart.”

The platinum blonde eventually untangles the loop and sneaks his hand underneath the garment to feel you. He purrs like a kitten into your ear, charmed by the softness of your skin. His bandaged hand smoothly circles your abdomen. You whimper weakly once his hot tongue licks your earlobe, and then he grazes over it with his teeth, making you moan out even louder.

„That’s it, Y/N. Sing for me in that needy voice of yours,” Kazuha encourages progressively kissing lover and lover down to your neck. Your kimono falls to your sides and the gusts of wind do but little to cool down your blazing skin. There is this spinning in your head, like a merry-go-round when the ronin starts tormenting your body by swirling your nipples with his fingertips. The sensations spread throughout you. His playful fingers shoot off sparks straight into your groin. He is a tease. Kazuha’s patience knows no bounds, and he can elongate the rhythmic flicks of his fingertips till you beg and cry for him to make you cum. Your hips start bucking forward, looking for non-existent friction, as he gently pinches on your nipples. Blood rushes into the sensitive nerves, the erected buds turn slightly red, and you rut into the air turning Kazuha’s thoughts feral.

He lets his hot breath tickle your ear when he whispers sweetly, „Rest your legs on my thighs, Love. Spread yourself for me and I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.”

With a racing heart, you place your legs on top of his thighs, knees pressed to his. Cheeks burning in shame when you expose your arousal to grant the ronin’s request.

„Immaculate,” Kazuha praises, one of his hands boldly wanders lower. He starts stroking the flesh, spreading your juices all over you to make sure that it doesn’t hurt in the slightest. The wanton moans and desperate pleas falling from your lips make his erection twitch and he loses his stoic composure, grinding right into your back. Kazuha rolls his hips while both of his hands work their magic as the unbearable tension builds up in your belly. He keeps on moaning, lewdly whispering how good he feels with his cock dry-fucking into you from behind. He palms your wetness, rubbing in a circular motion while rolling his thumb over your nipple. Each time he does so, the aching feeling inside of you becomes too much to bear. Your core tightens and muscles spasm erratically with each stroke of his hand. Shuddering and whimpering, Kazuha is moving rhythmically with your pelvis right behind you. Nearing his climax, your lover’s thrusts turn brutally hard and even faster. He pants heavily, attempting to send you over the brink together with him.

„Kazu, Ahh--,” hard and full waves of pulsating energy still you in the ronin’s tight clutch as he joins you, spilling himself into his trousers with your name on his lips. His forehead is sweaty and strands of hair messily cling to the skin of his face. Kazuha’s hands shake uncontrollably when he places them on top of yours and pulls you into a breath-stealing hug.

„You should know better than not to put on any underwear on a date with me.”

He wanted to be serious, but his eyes tell a different story, and this time both of you laugh out loud heartily.

Other boys:

Albedo

Kaeya

Diluc

Xiao

Zhongli

Childe

Other series:

Thigh job with Genshin boys

#kazuha headcanons #kazuha smut #kazuha scenarios #kazuha x reader #kazuha reader #kazuha x you #kazuha you #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha drabbles #kazuha imagines #genshin impact #genshin scenarios #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin headcanons

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otonymous · 3 years ago

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Under the Red Lanterns of Shimabara (MLQC Gavin - NSFW)

Description: Can love bloom between a ronin and an oiran? Find out in this bittersweet, alternate universe (AU) story starring Gavin Bai of MLQC fame and set in Japan's Bakumatsu period (1853-1867)!

Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings: graphic violence and mentions of death, trauma, civil war, historical inaccuracies for the sake of drama, mentions of alcohol and unhealthy coping mechanisms, prostitution, deflowering and angst

Word Count: ~4600 words (~24 mins of historical Gavin (Haku) angst with a serving of smut)

Perhaps it had to do with the way he moved: large hands reaching out, tentative and with a surprising gentleness, like one extending a finger as a perch for a delicate butterfly. Slowly, they bridged the gap between you and him, and you could do little but watch as he slid the geta from your left foot, his sword-calloused fingers making quick work of mending the strap that had snapped during your tumble to the ground.

“Can you walk?”

His voice was low, dark like smoke rising from ashen remains to kiss the cool rain. But you heard every word, exposed to the elements though he was while you sat beneath the shelter of the umbrella he had retrieved on your behalf, the swordsman having ran to where it had rolled into a ditch at the side of the road.

You nod without thinking, the meaning of his question lost the moment he wraps his fingers about your wrist to help you to your feet. And though it certainly wouldn’t be the last, it was the first time a man had touched you in such an intimate way.

Heat blossomed on your cheeks. Had you not remembered they were still covered beneath a layer of mud, you surely would have been embarrassed.

Full story up now on my Pa*t*reon page (please see link in pinned post)! Hope you all enjoy it and happy reading! 🥰💕

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #mlqc gavin #mr love gavin #gavin bai #mlqc smut #mlqc fanfic #my writing

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diamantesart · 3 years ago

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Diamante-chan (SB030) masterpost for the Stucky Bingo (@stuckybingo)

14 prompts (2 adopted) done in total, two bingos (with adopted), 1 edit, 2 fanfics/chapters of fanfics, 4 fanarts, and 7 moodboards, but just one couple: Steve/Bucky 01. O2 - Art Format: Monochrome - Tentacle Beauty (Moodboard, Rated E, Major Tags: tentacles, tentacle porn, consentacles, canon divergence, nudity)

02. N1 - Image: catfa, Bucky in uniform takes Steve under his arm - Last Ride Home (Fanart, Rated G, Major Tags: pre-war stucky, 1930s stucky, pre-serum steve)

03. B2 - Germany - Between Metal and Blood (Moodboard, Rated M, Major Tags: canon divergence, Hydra Steve, Captain Hydra, Winter Soldier Bucky, dehumanization, body modifications, non consensual body modifications, robotic parts, implied torture, blood)

04. G1 - Compromise - From Shield to Sword (Moodboard, Rated T, Major Tags: canon divergence, post Infinity War, Ronin Steve, grief, unhealty coping mechanism, vigilantism)

05. G3 - Holiday - Let’s be naughty. Save Santa the trip. (Fanfic, Rated E, Major Tags: smut, Christmas smut, food play, dirty talk, creams as lube, married couple)

06. N3 - Free Square - A Vision (Moodboard, Rated G, Major Tags: non binary Bucky, marriage, marriage in Wakanda, fluff)

07. B3 - Kink: Cockwarming - Puppy (Fanart, Rated E, Major Tags: canon divergence, married couple, puppy play, muzzle gag, collar, cockwarming, light bdsm, comic)

08. Adopted Square (For I3) - Romantic Comedy - So... What's your name? (Chapter 3 of Loving Every Part Of You) (Fanfic, Rated E, Major Tags: mention of phone sex, masturbation, sugar daddy Steve, sugar baby Bucky, reincarnation)

09. I1 - 1940s - We were still young enough to be immortal (Edit, Rated G, Major Tags: 1940s stucky, edit, Jane Hawking quote)

10. G5 - Gifts - Gifts (Fanart, Rated G, Major Tags: shrinkyclinks, flower-shop owner Steve, modern small Steve, post winter soldier Bucky, fluff)

11. I2 - Hunter - We are the hunters (Moodboard, Rated T, Major Tags: Attack on Titan AU, survey corps Steve, survey corps Bucky, blood, mention of violence)

12. B1 - Art Format: Explosion of Colors - Underwater (Fanart, Rated G, Major Tags: mermaid Bucky, human Steve, mermaid AU)

13. O1 - "I don't know if I'm worth all this." - No Title (Moodboard, Rated G, Major Tags: self doubts, established relationship, domesticity, marriage, pet, kid)

14. Adopter Square (For O3) - "I thought you were dead." - Meeting you again (Moodboard, Rated G, Major Tags: presumed characters death, canon MCU, meeting again, lost lovers)

#stucky bingo round 3 #stucky bingo #stucky bingo masterlist #stucky bingo masterpost #stucky #stucky fanart #stucky fanfic #stucky moodboard #stucky edit

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nessinborderland · 4 years ago

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Ronin (浪人)

Pairing: Samurai!Last Boss x Kunoichi!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You finally meet again after a decade apart. Takatora is set on never being apart from you again. Ever.

Warnings: mentions of prostitution, sex (but nothing too explicit), 16th century Japan, forbidden love, mentions of underaged intimacy between consenting teenagers

Notes: @adarlingmess asked: I'm gonna feed your Takatora Samurai AU with this request: Samurai!Last Boss having an affair with the ninja his clan hired, Kunoichi!Reader 👀 KCJDKXJX YOUR BRAIN SO SEXY 🤩 I love this idea so much, fuck yeah. Tysm for feeding my obsessions 🥺 Again, this turned into a one-shot lol. Hope you enjoy! (And please don’t be shy, lemme know your opinions on this 👀)

Takatora waited.

The cheap brothel he was in was a small two-story building, a bar on the ground floor with a few rooms above. It served low-quality sake and the floor was mostly dirt and hay, but it was clean and he knew people there minded their business.

He made sure to pay the old lady behind the counter enough money for that.

The establishment was full at that hour of the night, with customers drinking and flirting with the women that walked around in skimpy clothing. The prostitutes smiled and laughed, searching for a man to spend an hour or two, and hopefully make some money out of it.

They knew not to approach him.

"You're looking awfully lonely."

At least some did.

He glanced at whoever spoke to him, ready to send them away, when his eyes locked on your face. He was unable to do anything but stare, mouth agape as he took in your features. You looked different, you sounded different; but it was you, without a doubt.

"Y/N–"

"I'm assuming you got my note?" you asked, eyes nervously glancing around you. He did the same, quickly assuring himself that no one was paying attention to any of you. He nodded and retrieved a small piece of paper where you had scribbled a code.

"You remembered..." he said. After so many years, he would never believe you to still know the code that you had invented as love-struck teenagers.

"Of course I do," the smile you send him took his breath away. Your hand raised to lay on top of his, still holding the cup of sake, sending an electric-like sensation throughout his body. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears as you pressed yourself against his side, mouth so close to his own that he felt himself get hot all over, "I've missed you, Tora."

Your kiss was exactly like he remembered; soft, warm and passionate. It set his body on fire, a burn that grew into a desire so big he could barely control himself from taking you right there on the counter.

You broke the kiss before he could pull you into his lap, pressing your cheek on his as you took deep breaths.

"We shouldn't do this here," you whispered in his ear, "If Lord Takeda finds out–"

"He won't, I made sure of that."

It only took a look between you for him to stand up and take you upstairs. You walked through the narrow hallway, him pulling you by the hand as you hurried to a room at the end. Moaning and giggling could be heard on either side of the hallway, shadows visible through the paper-thin sliding doors.

You were kissing the moment you sled the door of your room shut. You undressed each other’s kimonos like ravaging animals, hungry for each other's touch, each other's body, each other's kiss. It had been so long.

Your body felt and looked different after all those years. You were a grown woman now, body full of curves and skin still soft but tarnished with scars that weren't there before.

You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

"I missed you so much..." he whispered against your lips, gently laying you on top of the simple futon that was the only barrier between your body and the tatami-mat floor.

You moaned, gripping his long hair as his hands started touching all over your body, big palms kneading your breasts as his tongue tasted the saltiness of your skin. He got drunk on your words of praise and lust, wanting this moment to last forever.

It wasn't long before you felt him against your core, hard and leaking as he positioned himself in-between your legs. He shoved himself inside you at the same time he groaned into your mouth, swallowing your moans as he filled you to the brim.

Being inside you again felt like a dream, warm and wet cunt gripping his length like you wanted to keep him inside you forever. He took deep breaths as he slowly started to move, afraid he was going to finish before he had barely begun.

"Please move...Tora, please," your words made it impossible for him to control himself for much longer, lost in your body and all the pent-up desire. So he did what you told him to do, more than happy to obey.

That's what he did best, after all.

But not always.

"What do you think Lord Takeda will do if he finds out?" you asked after you were both satiated and spent, lying in each other's arms as you regained your breath. He took his time answering, not wanting to think about it. Even the possibility of it made his stomach turn.

"He will have me killed for laying with his favorite kunoichi," he said, arm tightening around your shoulders in an unconscious gesture, "But I like to think that he will have mercy on you."

"You know that I tried to come back to you..." you whispered after some time of nothing but complete silence. He hummed in acknowledgment, and you continued, "But I had missions to complete every time I tried to come back, and in the rare times I was here you weren't, and–"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me," he interrupted, "I know Lord Takeda went to great measures to stop us from seeing each other..." it hurt Takatora to think about it like that, but it was the truth. When they grew up, his childhood friend – Takeda Katsuyori – became the daimyo of the clan while he – Samura Takatora – became his samurai. The fact that they both loved the same girl only strained their relationship further, "He loves you, you know?"

"But I chose you ten years ago," you said with a kiss to his chest, right on his tiger tattoo, "I chose you tonight," a kiss to his neck, "And I will choose you ten years from now."

He hungrily kissed you back when you reached his lips, already burning in desire for you. You made love again, so desperate and passionate like only two forbidden lovers could be.

"Run away with me," he blurted out hours later when you were both on the verge of falling asleep. But he couldn't. He couldn't rest knowing that there was the possibility that he would lose you again.

He meant what he said. He would rather become a ronin and be with you, than continuing to live without you by his side. You stared at him with wide eyes, and he waited, hopeful and terrified of your answer.

Then you nodded and smiled, a beautiful grin that made him sure that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who dared to stop you.

Anyone.

You parted ways before the sun was up, with a kiss and the promise to meet again that night when the moon was at its highest.

He spent his day thinking of you, anxiously waiting for the time where he could inconspicuously flee the castle. When that time arrived, he grabbed the few belongings he had and his treasured daisho set, stole a horse, and went to the agreed place.

Takatora waited. But you never showed up.

So he drew his katana and did what he had to do and.

A Ronin had no masters, after all.

Kunoichi: female ninja

Daimyo: Japanese feudal lords

Daisho swords: set of long and short swords, worn by Samurai warriors. The long sword is called Katana and the short one is called Wakizashi.

Ronin: a samurai without a lord or master

#alice in borderland #ima wa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland fanfic #samura takatora #last boss x reader #last boss #last boss imagine #aib oneshot #aib fanfic

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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remember my name

steve rogers x ronin!reader / masterlist

summary; five years is a long time, but now there is hope of returning those that turned to ashes to the reality. as a former member of the avengers, steve sets out to find you, finally seeing what you had become / warnings; death, angst, murder, mentions of sex, smut, flashback, captain kink

blood, it ran like a serpent on the cement, curving its red spine to elaborate the cracks in the ground. steve watched with distaste on the street, his patriotic orbs following after the crimson lines, watching lewdly as they met with the hood’s feet.

steve’s expression was one of exasperation, concurred in a waver of disgruntled shock. there were remnants of the kill dripping from blade, descending to the ground. once, the weapon had been used to allege a fight for a good cause. oh, how times had changed.

now it was served a purpose to subdue execution, slicing the air ways of men that deserved no more than have been turned to dust along with their previous victims. now, they could disdain no more damage onto society, their numbers were dwindling, as each was taken down, with the retribution of their loyal followers.

his blue eyes were given no option to look away, not as the inflicting murderess dropped her hood, revealing her face; it was you. the rain spattered the street, clinging your follicles to the surface of your face, it had gotten longer since the last time he had seen you, the parting of one side of your head was shaved, it was a modern style, and well, different than what he had been used to.

“y/n...” it felt as though he were uttering a stranger’s name, it had been half a decade since he had last witnessed your presence, after everyone had vanished, you had ventured off, taking the lives of many as you attempted to move on and satiate in your sorrow.

“it’s been a long time steve.” you smiled, as you watched his blond locks drown in the weather, though, he paid no mind. his eyes were locked upon you, his pupils dilated as he studied every difference to your exterior. you appeared a little older, as was a given, there were dark circles bothering the ponds of your under eyes, stating that you still struggled with nightmares after you had lost the battle.

“for you too, as i can see.” he sadly smiled, watching intently as you put the katana back into its slip, stepping inherently closer as he grasped your cheek, noticing how you tried to turn out of his grip. he didn’t allow you that luxury, he held your face steady as he nervously panted. “why did you leave, and do this as an alternative of all things?”

“avenging is no longer an accomplishment, we lost, and this way, i am abolishing the bad guys before they get their rise to global terror. don’t you understand?”

“no, i didn’t mean the compound, i meant that night.” even him mentioning it had you freezing up, aware of what he was promoting at. “we had our moment, and you disappeared, you weren’t there in the morning; i needed you, and i thought you needed me too.”

“who i was back the did, she really needed you, but she’s gone. she had to go, if she hadn’t, then she wouldn’t have survived the aftermath. now why are you here rogers?” your tone was stiff, demanding an answer.

“steve.” his name was a safe haven on your lips, he laid atop of you, his beard brushing the sides along your neck as he planted sloppy kisses upon your delicate skin. fighting against thanos and all his force had essentially been a failure, people, your friends, had obliterated into piles of ash, blowing away whence the wakandan wind ushered by, like a whisper in the air.

the captain rutted his hips, as the pair of you laid in a combination of explorative limbs on your bed within the compound, sufficing sounds of pleasure withering out of your lips. he too needed to release some steam, using your body and it’s warm grip, as you did the same in turn.

there was pain lurking in the depths of your emotion conjuring eyes, reflecting in his blue orbs, as he opened them, glancing at your face to fuel his movements of anticipating release. “i’m close captain, don’t stop.” he brought his hard working hand down, fiddling with your sensitive nub between his fingers, coercing you into spiralling over the edge.

he himself didn’t last much longer, grunts of emphasised endorsement radiating off his chest, as he placed a heavy and heated kiss upon your poised lips. a ground shaking tending of his shoulders indicated that he was stiffening up, getting close to relieving himself, and the stress that harboured his shield of a heart.

he had been through so much already, same as you, and thus when he rolled off of you, he brought your body to lay against his chest, raking his fingers through your hair, planting a tender kiss upon your forehead.

“we’ll get them back darling.” he promised you, as you all relished in the company of one another, some more than others, as you waited to hear something, anything, from tony, wherever the hell he was in the abyss above. it was a promise of steve’s part, but as time went on, it became doll.

like an old movie, it lost it’s future optimism, disappearing into a blithering of new coming titles, fawning you into remembering all their names, and how you would never see them again. they were all gone, your family vanished, and there was nothing that could be done.

it was a long shot, but it was the best chance that they had been handed. scott had informed them of quantum physics, and how it protected him from the blip and all its pain; time worked differently in the realm that he had delved into, and it gave them hope.

not to mention, they had yet to see tony, and make his mind revisit the prospect of reversing the affects of the infinity gauntlet, and thanos’ thu’um. and if steve managed to bring you aboard their hopefulness, he would take you with them, and show you the cabin that tony resided in.

it would be his way of informing you that you could have it all, the life that you wanted. a home, where you would no longer have to run, finding shelter and attacking the enemy from dark corners, preying on them like a predator, disguising yourself in a black attire, so that you could blend into the deadly atmosphere almost undetected.

and not to mention, the marriage and the kid. they were things that you had sworn off, revelling in the life of a skilled mercenary, never wanting to ever endanger loved ones in that way, knowing the wrath that your job and potential could cause.

“we have a chance to set things straight.” he responded, noticing how you had stepped away from his hand, and instead focused all your senses into listening to him. “there is a way to bring them all back.” a chortled laugh echoed off your chest, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“if there was, we would have found it years ago, don’t give me hope where there is none.” you insisted, the emotion straining through your words. “that night, i left all reminders behind, don’t return them to my brain when i am finally able to comprehend what i need to do.”

“what you need to do y/n is have a little faith, you trust me, don’t you?” a moment of silence enveloped the two of you, the falling of the rain filling in the tense air, as steve continued to reprimand your agenda. “i know you do, so, so come home.”

the avengers compound; home. “tell me it will work steve, i can’t lose them again, not again. false efficiency concerning this will only make it hurt once more, possibly worst than the first, where i saw their bodies descend into nothing more than specks.”

“it has to.” those words were the same thing that he had been telling himself. “and if not, we’ll have each other to lean on again, i know it’s not much but-“

“it’s enough.” you finished for him, a pained smile expressive on your complexion. “because this time, i am really going to need you, i will become who i was once more. and if i crumble, i am going to need you to be there for me, to catch you when i fall, and most probably if we do get them back. i still feel overwhelmed about everything, and thus all that bothers my mind is images of you.”

how you wished he had stayed, but alas he had to go back in time, and unite with peggy, alternately allowing you to spiral. it made you regret, only partially of course on a somewhat selfish scale, ever continuing on with the due path. whilst you had gained your family back, you had lost one vastly import member.

you’d remember his name, for good and bad. he had hurt you, but helped you altogether, reminding you of your duty once more, that was avenging. a part of you wished that you had never left him that night, maybe then, his actions would have been different, and he’d have stayed, but again, it was only a theory, something you could never be certain of.

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lavendertwilight89 · 4 years ago

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OOOOOO care to share some fic recs for the starved reader? 👀

Ok I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. BUT I NEEDED TO FIND...FICS SINCE I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN HERE A HOT MINUTE AND WANTED TO GIVE YOU THE FRESHEST AND MOST DIFFERENT THINGS!!!!

So... I have different categories for you which include angst, humor, fluff, and smut!!!!!

Canon Div:

Mate by Carpathian Rose

Secondary Transmission of Misinformation by @superpixie42

Why So Scared, Kagome? by @fawn-eyed-girl and @nartista

Rewind by @kstewdeux

By the Book by @mamabearcat

In a Blink by @dangerouspompadour

Fearless by @keichanz

Mating Season Series by @clearwillow

The Ronin by @mamabearcat

Bonds Through Time by @xfangheartx

Fractured by @ajoy3fanfics

Envy by me (IM RUNNING OUT OF PEOPLE AND FICSSSSSS)

If Only by Spelendent Goddess

Firsts by Evilillusion WHY WON’T YOU FIND THE TUMBLR LINK TUMBLR??

Post Canon:

Learning to Live by @omgitscharlie

Touch by @keichanz

Rain by meeeee (MY LIST OF AU IS SO MUCH LONGER I NEED FICS TO EVEN IT OUT)

She’s Just Like You by F4wn

The Language He Speaks by @akitokihojo

Promise Me by @bluejay785

Return to Me Series by @dangerouspompadour

Mine by meeeeeee (for real this post canon list is rough!!!!)

Perks of the New Moon by @shinidamachu

You’re Still Here by @ruddcatha

AU (and I count AU Post Canon in here too):

Kiss me at Twilight by BlueMoon Goddess

In a Hundred Lifetimes by IHaveADogShesNeato

Delicate by @akitokihojo

Fate Carving by @willowandfog

Repairing What Is Broken by @anxietyaardvark

The Fae and the Contract by @cstormsinukagblog

At the End of the World by @noyourenotreal

The Half Demon Prince and the Curse of the Four Paws by @neutronstarchild

Black Diamond by @fawn-eyed-girl

Customer Service by @sapphirestarxx

Little Gifts by @fawn-eyed-girl

That Flesh of Mine by @witchygirl99

Last Train to Rockaway by @neutronstarchild and @i-dream-of-soup

Through the Night by @sapphirestarxx

Kintsugi by Evilillusions (i know she has a tumblr but the name isn’t popping up!!!!)

Cinnamon by @lemonlushff

Koi no Yokan by @keichanz

The Captain and the Hanyou by @goshinote

One the Right Medicine by @dangerouspompadour

Slave to your Heart by @shnuggletea

Adverse Effects by @fantastiqueparfait

Forest Spirit by @alannada

Hope this extensive list makes up for my lack of response!!!! <3

ALSOOOOOO SIDE NOTE: I did not include every story I have on my list because I mean--the list is already preeeeeeeeety long. BUT!!!!! If you go to any other these wonderful writers AO3′s or FFN or even their tumblr pages and look at their titles---DUDE JUST DO IT. DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND READ ALL THESE PEOPLE’S WORKS! YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED!!!!!

Tag List since I’m sure everyone else wants new materials:

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woundedheartwithin · 3 years ago

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For the pick a fic send an ask thing...One More Night numbers 1 and 7?

This is still probably my favorite fic I’ve ever written lol. I’ll do number 7 first, because there are a couple of deleted scenes, including a full blown smut scene, and I’m gonna put them under the cut!

7) Was there a scene/ part you enjoyed writing most from this fic?

I have so many favorites! The sex scene in the temple comes to mind. When Ryuzo has his change of heart and saves Taka. Jin telling Taka that breaking promises is just what Ryuzo does. But my favorite scene without a doubt was the scene in Umugi Cove when Taka chews Ryuzo out. I love how confident Taka is, how he fearlessly he expresses his anguish, how Ryuzo is just speechless. It’s one of my favorite scenes I’ve ever written actually.

1) Any deleted scenes from this fic that didn’t make it into the final story?

A few, actually! You can see where I cannibalized some of these scenes in the final fic. These were part of chapters three and four. Much, much more under the cut!!!!

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“Wait.” Taka gasps as Ryuzo’s hands wander lower, and he pulls back immediately, looking down at Taka cautiously. “My sister. She might walk in.” And Ryuzo smirks at him, flashing his teeth and chuckling lowly.

“Don’t want her to catch us, huh?” He growls, leaning in to nip at Taka’s lower lip.

“Don’t wanna be interrupted.” Taka mumbles into Ryuzo’s mouth as he kisses him again. Ryuzo’s hands drop to his ass, grabbing and squeezing and pulling him tighter against his own body, and Taka moans and kisses back desperately.

“Come on, then.” The ronin says at last, pulling away. “Let’s go somewhere nobody’ll find us.”

“Where would that be?” Taka asks, following him to the door.

“Just trust me.” Ryuzo murmurs, grinning back at him before slipping through the shoji.

They slip out of camp unseen, busy as all the others are with preparing for battle, and Taka is glad for once to be left out of the warriors’ circle. Ryuzo had gotten a free pass because he’s injured, and by Jin’s own order would be left behind to help guard the camp. All of this allows them to sneak off without anyone noticing, and their absence probably wouldn’t be noticed until nightfall.

“There’s a little camp nearby that we used to stage Fort Koyasan. It should be clear, but we should be quiet just in case.” Ryuzo murmurs as he leads Taka up the road.

“You’re not taking me all the way out here to kill me, are you?” Taka says, grinning cheekily when Ryuzo looks back at him.

“That’s not funny.” He huffs when he sees that Taka is only joking.

“It kind of is.” Taka teases, and Ryuzo huffs again, turning his face away to hide the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Shh.” He hisses then, crouching down and darting into the tall grass. “Stay here. I’ll go scout the camp. Make sure it’s safe.” And he’s gone before Taka can protest, slipping through the grass and into the shallow ravine below. He returns several moments later, grinning like a fox. “It’s clear. Come on.” Taka grins back and follows him down the narrow path that leads into the camp.

“Wow, this is really well hidden.” He says as they duck under a shelf of rock into a recessed alcove.

“Mm-hmm.” Ryuzo hums. “There’s a cave back here.” He says, then squeezes through what looks like little more than a crack in the wall. Taka peers through it, frowning.

“Is this safe?” He asks, rolling his shoulders and wondering how Ryuzo had fit through.

“As safe as any other cave, I suppose.” The ronin replies, appearing in the opening again and smirking at him. “You’ll fit. Come on.” Taka takes a deep breath and nods, and Ryuzo steps away, making room for him. He turns and squeezes through, his stomach fluttering as the rock presses in around his broad shoulders and he sticks for just a moment. “See? Told ya.” Ryuzo chuckles when he wriggles free. Taka snorts.

“It’s actually pretty roomy in here, huh?” He says, looking around. There are gaps in the high ceiling that allow sunlight through, and Taka can see goza mats and furs and linen strewn about the floor, left behind when the Straw Hats had advanced on the nearby fort.

“Mm-hmm.” Ryuzo hums, then steps up behind him, dropping his face to nibble at the side of his neck. His hands land on Taka’s hips, his fingers digging gently into his flesh, and his touch is like fire even through Taka’s clothes.

“Oh fuck.” Taka breathes, letting his head fall back and leaning into the other man. Ryuzo hums again and flicks his tongue against Taka’s skin, tasting him. Taka reaches back with one hand, pushing his fingers into Ryuzo’s hair and pulling gently, shivering at the low groan he pulls from the ronin. Ryuzo’s hands begin to roam then, sliding over his hips and belly and chest, one hand slotting around his throat and just holding there, and Taka surrenders to his gentle, dominant touch happily.

“What do you want?” Ryuzo asks softly, moving his hand to Taka’s jaw and angling his head, pulling him backward into a kiss so deep and hot that Taka couldn’t have held back his desperate moan if he’d tried. “Ask, and it’s yours.”

“Want you.” Taka mumbles into the older man’s mouth.

“How do you want me?”

“Just like this.”

Ryuzo hums and kisses him again, one hand pressing flat against Taka’s chest and smoothing down, lower and lower. Taka’s breath hitches, anticipation forcing it out in short bursts, until Ryuzo’s hand finally passes over the hardening bulge in Taka’s hakama. He moans and rocks his hips forward into the ronin’s hand, and he can feel Ryuzo smile against his lips as he begins to rub gently at him, his own hips pressing in tight against Taka’s ass.

“So many times I wanted to give up.” Ryuzo murmurs between kisses, swallowing Taka’s whimpers and rutting lightly against him. “Regretted what I did. Didn't see a way out. Thought it would just be best to provoke the Khan into killing me. Too afraid to. Too afraid he’d take it out on my men. Too afraid of what hell awaits me. And at night, I would think about cutting myself open and dying with what little dignity and honor I could. Spare my men the Khan’s wrath for my own disobedience. But then I’d think of you, begging me to stay for one more night. So I did. I’d think ‘just one more night’ again and again, as many as it would take.”

“I’m glad you stayed.” Taka breathes into the ronin’s mouth.

“So am I.” Ryuzo replies, then kisses him deeply again, silencing them both.

His hand leaves Taka long enough to untie the himo that hold his hakama together, then it sneaks back down, beneath his underclothes, and palms him gently. Taka jolts as he begins to stroke him, his calloused palm skating deliciously over the sensitive flesh. Ryuzo lifts his hand again and spits in his palm, then grips his hardened, leaking cock once more, and Taka thinks he’d fly apart completely if the ronin weren’t at his back to hold him together.

“Don’t know what you do to me, Taka.” Ryuzo sighs after a moment. “Never felt like this before. Different with you. The way you smell, the way you taste, the way you feel, fuck.” He squeezes him gently, and Taka moans into his mouth. He grips Ryuzo’s arm with one shaky hand, the other still tangled in the older man’s hair, and just holds on as he is slowly and carefully taken apart at the seams. Ryuzo shudders against his back and ruts against him again, and Taka can feel the hard, flat muscle of his abdomen tighten and flex as he tilts his pelvis and matches the rhythm of his hand with his hips. “Put your hands on the wall, Taka.” He commands quietly, and Taka obeys without hesitation, reaching forward and pressing his palms flat on the rock in front of him. Ryuzo bends him over and covers his body with his own, dropping sweet kisses along the back of his neck as he fucks harder against him, his free hand gripping Taka’s hip to hold him in place. The hand on his cock speeds up, and Taka moans loudly and bucks into Ryuzo’s fist, grinding his ass back against the ronin’s groin. Ryuzo groans long and low deep in his chest, and squeezes him hard in retaliation, and Taka jolts and moans again, ragged and desperate.

“I’m not gonna last much longer.” He gasps, and Ryuzo growls at him, leaning over him and grabbing his face and utterly devouring his mouth. “Oh fuck, Ryuzo.”

“Say my name again.” The ronin says roughly, pumping Taka’s cock harder and faster.

“Ryuzo.” Taka obliges. His hips buck again and he shudders, his voice cracking as he repeats the other man’s name over and over again. Then he stiffens and comes so hard he goes blind for a moment, spilling wildly over Ryuzo’s hand and into his pants. Ryuzo milks him through his orgasm, fucking his hips against Taka until he shudders and comes right after him with a long groan. He gives a few more shaky thrusts, then falls still, leaning against Taka and dragging in ragged breaths. They’re silent for a moment, just breathing, then Taka straightens up and turns in Ryuzo’s arms. The ronin smiles at him, and he smiles back, humming softly when Ryuzo leans down to kiss him sweetly.

“I don’t know what I did right in my pathetic life to deserve this, but I’m glad I did.” He murmurs against Taka’s lips. “You’re so perfect, so good. I’ll never leave your side again, Taka. I promise.”

“You’d better mean that, Ryuzo.” Taka replies with a gentle chuckle. Ryuzo hums and kisses him again, and Taka sinks into it happily.

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They stay in the cave for several hours, lying in each other’s arms on the pile of fur and linen that had been left behind. They talk and trade stories and laugh, enjoying the warmth and closeness and inevitably getting lost in one another all over again. Taka tells Ryuzo about growing up in Yarikawa, about him and Yuna darting among the reeds and catching dragonflies by the river, and Ryuzo tells Taka about the adventures he and Jin had had when they were young, trying to take a rowboat to Iki Island and dressing as maidens to get out of training.

Eventually they quiet, and Taka settles against Ryuzo’s side, laying his head on the ronin’s chest and listening to his strong, steady heart beat. Ryuzo puts an arm around his shoulders, his free hand landing on Taka’s forearm and squeezing gently, and Taka smiles and tightens his arm around Ryuzo’s waist.

“It’s starting to get dark out.” Ryuzo says into the silence, hooking his fingers under Taka’s chin and lifting his face to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “We should get back before someone comes looking for us.” Taka hums and kisses him back.

“Can we come back here another day?” He asks. He feels Ryuzo smile against his mouth.

“If you want to.” He replies quietly, and Taka lifts his hand to cup Ryuzo’s jaw, kissing him hard. The ronin chuckles, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly.

When they return to Lord Shimura’s staging camp, they are accosted immediately by a very frazzled Jin and Yuna, both of them demanding to know where they’d been.

“Wanted some fresh air.” Ryuzo says easily. “Funny how being locked up for days on end will make you miss something so simple as air that doesn’t smell like mildew and horse shit.

“And what’s your excuse, Taka?” Yuna snaps, narrowing her eyes at her little brother. Taka clears his throat and looks at his feet.

“Figured I’d keep an eye on him, y’know?” He mumbles, glancing up at her. She doesn’t seem convinced. Ryuzo snorts.

“As if you could stop me, should I decide to bolt.” He says, grinning cheekily when Taka looks at him.

“I’m a lot tougher than I look, ronin.” Taka huffs, and Ryuzo chuckles softly.

“Of that, I have no doubt.” He replies, bumping Taka with his shoulder.

“No more excursions out into the wilderness.” Jin says gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s not safe, and you’re injured.”

“I can take care of myself, Jin.” Ryuzo grumbles. “And besides, all the Mongols have fallen back to the castle. We didn’t come across a single soul the entire time we were out.”

“Didn't even hear anybody.” Taka agrees. Jin frowns deeply and looks toward the gate.

“That’s disconcerting.” He murmurs. “However, be that as it may, you should both stay in camp.”

“Yes, mother.” Ryuzo snorts, laughing when Jin looks at him sharply.

“Jin!” Lord Shimura calls from across the training grounds. “Come! We should discuss battle plans.” Jin sighs and lifts a hand, then looks at Ryuzo again.

“I mean it. Don’t leave again.” He says before turning and striding away.

“Can I talk to you?” Yuna says quietly once he’s gone, sidling up to Taka and grabbing his arm. Taka glances at Ryuzo, who just shrugs, then sighs dramatically.

“If it’s a lecture about bears, can we just skip it?” He whines, chuckling when Yuna snorts and rolls her eyes.

“No. Now, come on.” She retorts, pulling him away.

She drags him into their sleeping quarters, forcefully shutting the door behind them and rounding on Taka with a strange look on her face.

“What?” Taka asks, feeling self conscious.

“What were you really doing out there with him?” She demands, stepping forward and putting her hands on his shoulders. “Did he hurt you? Threaten you?”

“What? No! No, nothing like that!” Taka gasps, pulling away from her and stepping back. “He’s my friend. I just wanted to talk to him without half of Tsushima listening in.”

“What do you mean he’s your friend? You’ve never even met him before.” She says, tilting her head.

“That’s not true. Remember when he showed up at Komatsu looking for Jin? And when they rescued his men, they all came and stayed for a couple of nights? We spent all day in the forge talking.” Taka says, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing at her skeptical look. “I’m allowed to have friends, you know.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t, but one day spent talking is hardly enough to make him your friend.” She says. “What else aren’t you telling me?”

“He’s easy to talk to, and I like being around him. Why can’t that be enough to call someone a friend?” He replies, and that’s not a lie. He very much likes to just talk to the ronin, and it’s almost scary how easy it is to open up to him. “Are you and Jin really friends, if the only time you’ve spent with him is in battle, or a few stolen hours spent ‘talking?’ How much do you know about him beneath the surface?” Yuna’s face colors at that and she looks away.

“That’s different.” She mumbles. Taka laughs.

“Is it? I bet I know more about Jin, just from talking to Ryuzo, than you do. But that doesn’t make your friendship with him invalid, does it?” He steps toward her again and grabs her hand in both of his. “You’re my sister and I love you, Yuna. But you can’t just decide who I’m allowed to be friends with. I’m not a little boy anymore. I can make my own decisions.”

“I know.” Yuna sighs, smiling wanly at him. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. If he could betray his lifelong friend, what could possibly stop him from betraying a man he hardly knows?” Taka shrugs.

“The same thing that made him want to save both of our lives.” He says, returning her smile. “He’s not a bad person, Yuna. Spend some time with him and you’ll see that.”

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Ryuzo is standing right where they’d left him when Taka emerges from the shack. He looks outwardly calm with all his weight on one leg and his left hand resting on his scabbard, but Taka can see the tension in his shoulders and the furtive flicker of his sharp eyes.

“You okay?” Taka asks as he approaches, and despite his intentionally noisy footsteps, the ronin startles and grips his sword, his attention snapping to Taka so intensely for a moment that a little thrill of fear shoots through him. The expression is gone in an instant, replaced by a soft sort of relief, and he shoots Taka a toothy grin.

“I’m fine.” He answers, chuckling. “So what did Yuna want?”

“She was worried that you had hurt me or threatened me.” Taka replies. Ryuzo snorts.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He says teasingly, his grin turning conspiratorial. “What did you tell her?”

“That you’re my friend and I like being around you.” Taka murmurs, stepping closer. Ryuzo’s grin widens and he takes a step closer too, so close that if one of them breathed too deeply they would touch.

“Friends, huh? Is that what we are?”

“Something like that.”

Ryuzo hums and reaches out, running one hand lightly down Taka’s arm, his grin softening to a gentle smirk.

“I’m happy to be your friend, Taka.” He murmurs after a moment, and Taka takes a deep breath and looks into his eyes.

“What if I just kissed you right now?” Taka asks, lifting his hand to grasp the front of the older man’s kimono. Ryuzo hums again and takes another step, colliding with him and putting his hands on his hips.

“What if you did?” He says, a clear challenge. And there are so many reasons to step back and laugh and keep this a secret, but there’s something in the ronin’s dark eyes and easy smile that makes Taka feel invincible. So he grabs two fistfuls of Ryuzo’s kimono and drags him down into a searing kiss, heat flooding through him as strong arms wrap around his waist. Ryuzo kisses back sweetly, and Taka can feel him smiling against his lips.

“Well, this explains a lot.” Jin says suddenly, and Taka jumps and pulls away, his face flushing as he glances sheepishly at him. But Jin just looks amused, and Ryuzo chuckles and doesn’t let Taka go. “I thought you were acting differently after the Straw Hats left Komatsu, Taka. Am I right in assuming this is why?” Taka flushes deeper, and Ryuzo chuckles again and pulls him closer, hiding the younger man’s face in his chest.

“Yes.” The ronin answers for him, sounding for all the world like he thinks this is hilarious.

“And the two of you snuck off today to fool around, right?” Jin sighs.

“Mm-hmm.” Ryuzo hums.

“Lord Sakai, I—“ Taka starts, wriggling free of Ryuzo’s hold, but Jin just holds up a hand, silencing him.

“Don’t worry. I won’t say anything.” He says, smirking lightly. “But if you want to keep this a secret, I would suggest refraining from sucking each other’s faces off in the middle of camp where literally everyone can see you.”

“That’s up to Taka.” Ryuzo says. “But for the record, I don’t care if it’s a secret or not.”

#ghost of tsushima #ryuzo #taka #ryuzo/taka #she speaks #m y w r i t i n g #thanks so much for the ask!

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theunchainedmelody · 3 years ago

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The Kiss beneath the Sea - A Fem Ronin x Hatch fic. Smut. Part 2 of 2.

Note: This Part 2 of the fic. This is an explicit lemon so be warned! Click here for Part One!

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Several weeks after the battle with the Baron, outside the village of Tanimura…

Following her tantrum in front of Hatch, Akane had settled back into her usual laidback demeanor. Her mind still felt pangs of guilt from time to time, none more so than when she realized Hatch had become distant since her confession. As she feared, she had destroyed yet another friendship.

It was a small consolation when Hatch, at last, asked to join her on an afternoon outing. Akane had revealed her plans to meditate and train beneath a nearby waterfall. She wished to feel close to her spirit animal, and a free bath was a welcome retreat. As for Hatch, he was wishing for what any heroic type wishes: to get stronger. Akane could not hold it against him nor deny his request for she too wished to protect the villagers from General Shatao’s oppression.

Of course, she suspected him of a secondary reason to want to get stronger. For it was in Tanimura that Hatch repeated history, falling for the first pretty woman that gave him even a morsel of kindness, this being the chief’s daughter Kuniko. Even so, Akane decided to support them. If Hatch had no interest in her, then she’d just silently pine for him and move on in time. From now on, she’d seek not to hurt him but to be the best friend he needed in his life.

Akane smirked leisurely as she sat beneath the brunt of the waterfall’s might. Her long hair was out of its wrappings, her shimmering black bangs obscuring her eyes like a veil and the tresses behind her sticking to her bare back. At the moment, she was wearing very little, save for the sarashi on her chest and the wrappings on her waist. Her eyes wandered leisurely to the left and she felt her body grow hot. Hatch was stripping out of his pants, leaving him nearly naked. All that remained was his fundoshi, currently covering something rather exciting to Akane. Her muscular friend’s chest was glistening with fresh mist from the overflowing basin above them, and she took in the sight of his delectable stomach muscles that seemed impossibly chiseled. His messy dark hair was thoroughly soaked and so for once in his life, his spiky hair fell over his eyes.

Handsome as always, Hatch.

“Heh heh.”

She laughed sinfully under her breath.

“Careful now, Hatch,” she said leisurely, “The waterfall is as cold as death. It’s merciless. It’s for this reason, warriors come here to overcome their body’s weaknesses.”

Hatch took a single step towards Akane and like a cat, wanted to retreat. She saw him grit his teeth and bring his bulging arms tightly to his pecs, trying adorably not to shiver. He then slapped his hands together and shouted, “Alright!!!”

Akane giggled again as he drew on his warrior spirit to endure it. The swordsman now stood up for a moment and faced him.

She said, “You’ll get used to it. Don’t worry, big guy.”

With an outstretched hand, Akane offered him a seat beside her. It was then that Hatch’s gaze accidentally wandered over her frame. He wasn’t able to deny it any longer. Her long damp hair, her fox-like face, her curvaceous frame, and her rather well-endowed chest were all on full display. Of course, it wasn’t as if they were normally invisible given her baggy kimono was often lazily left undone. Nonetheless, he found himself red in the face, trying to hold in a nosebleed from gushing out like a broken dam. Akane’s eyes were quick to take notice of his uncharacteristic reaction, and she grinned mischievously. Nevertheless, she seized his hand and brought him under the full brunt of the waterfall’s wrath. She giggled as he tried to suppress a groan of agony, choosing instead to bear it and squat down beside her.

However, meditation was quickly proving impossible for Hatch.

His eyes were aching to take one more glance at the manslayer, even if he wasn’t sure why. Finally, Hatch dared to peak and hoped dearly it would end without her cracking her sword’s sheath over his head, not realizing the furthest she’d ever abused him was grabbing him by the collar once. His eyes fell upon her glistening cleavage, her bandages well soaked and ready to slip off. Hatch gulped down hard, before tightening his mighty fists. His eyes fell in horror as he saw his loincloth was beginning to stretch upwards between his legs. He calmed his breathing yet again.

What am I doing? Akane is a friend. Was it something in Kuniko’s cooking?

Hatch tried to think of anything else but his best friend. It proved fruitless. He thought of Kuniko’s warm meals. Ah yes, Kuniko and her bright cheerful smile… The village girl he would one day marry. He watched in horror as the pure maiden in his fantasies transformed into the manslayer. Akane was flashing a sly grin, welcoming him playfully into her cleavage. It was no use. His erection showed no signs of retreating. Hurriedly, he decided to take one last fleeting glance at Akane before purging his mind of all impure thoughts. His eyes flickered rapidly to her presence, only to find her bosom had yet to shrink. Hatch felt his cock ready to burst out of his pants. Squatting had deprived him of a method for concealing his bulge. Despite being under a frozen torrent of water, he felt as if he was feverish and hellishly perspiring. He would need to make an excuse to turn away from her.

“Akane-”

“Oh? What is it? Are you done sneaking peaks at my breasts?”

“Wha-What? I-I wasn’t!”

“Relax, Hatch. I don’t mind. Besides, there is no point in lying. Your friend down there seems happy to see me too. Heh heh.”

She grinned wickedly and pointed to the point of interest where his blood was currently flowing. Hatch’s own face was quite crimson, and he felt as if he was about to die.

Instead, Akane sprang limberly onto her feet and rinsed out her water-logged length of hair.

She said, “I thought maybe you had no interest. I really was willing to back down for the sake of our friendship. Yet if this is so distracting, then I’m more than happy to entertain you. Go ahead and touch wherever you like.”

“W-Wait… Are you serious?” he asked while blinking rapidly.

“Of course. I’m not some tease. Go ahead and feel me up to your heart’s content.”

Akane felt her heartbeat racing as the man she desired reached out with a calloused hand, so close to seizing her breast. How far would he go? A pinch? A squeeze? Would he start licking too, continuing until he was sucking hungrily with his lips? Just another inch more remained before she was victorious…

His hand froze entirely and then he took a few steps away from the falls.

“I- I can’t.”

“Eh?”

“I can’t do that to you.”

“I see… Damn, I… Forgive me, Hatch. I went too far.”

“No… You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just… I don’t want to treat you like that, Akane. I’d be taking advantage of you. You deserve a man who loves you and makes you feel good. I couldn’t do that unless… we were in love.”

“Hatch… You’re quite the romantic. I always imagined you’d jump at the first broad who offered. Heh heh. Well, any but mine.”

“I.. I don’t know why I couldn’t see you that way, Akane. I think… I think it was because when we first met, you took my breath away. You were so fearless the way you beat up those thugs and rescued me. I’d never met a woman like you, so I knew right away… You were out of my league. No way was I strong enough to be worthy of an onna bugeisha like you.”

“Out of your league? You’re ruggedly handsome, you know. Besides, you go after Momoko and Kuniko just fine. Wait. That means…”

Her sun-kissed skin burned scarlet, and her eyes were suddenly quite shy.

Hatch said, “Yeah. You were even more unobtainable to me. I just… I guess we became friends so fast that I forgot how I first felt. You were so disarming. So easy to joke with. I… I couldn’t imagine...”

“Bedding your best friend?”

“Yeah… If I… Because you’re precious to me. More than anyone.”

“Hatch…”

“I’ve not been able to forget what you said. About us kissing. Can we try again? I… I want to make you feel like a woman. If it’s okay, with you?”

“Oh? Sure. Go ahead and kiss me, Hatch.”

Akane watched as Hatch fumbled forward, sending a boiling-hot hand sliding over her scarred cheek. He leaned up to her face until she could feel his nose tickling her own. At last, his lips came down on her, chapped and hungry. Her head was spinning His kiss was far less shy than what suited his current demeanor. Hatch remained utterly honest, revealing his feelings not just to her but the world. His light beard tickled. His lips were almost forceful, as if he was wrestling with himself to simply part from her own.

After a breathless moment, Hatch slowly drew back, his eyes heavily lidded. He then looked down at her with tenderness. As for Akane, she was left utterly mesmerized experiencing this with Hatch, something out of a dream.

Gently, he asked, “Was it… okay?”

“Mmmn. It sure was. Now go ahead and enjoy me, Hatch. With you, I’m more than happy to go all the way. Truth be told, you can do whatever you want to me.”

Her permission was something granted sultrily in an airy whisper in his ear that made his manhood spring up against his stomach.

“A-Ah…. Okay!!!”

His words had become an awkward shout, one that rung through her ears. At the same moment, his body became strangely stiff. It was as if he were an unseasoned soldier acknowledging the command of a strict samurai general. The situation made Akane giggle lightly under her breath. Yet she could not remain amused for long as Hatch’s fingers slid over her sides, down from her ribs to her hips, his fingernails digging beneath her bandages to feel the bare flesh of her waist. His lips began to press against her cleavage, sending steam flickering over her. The manslayer’s heart was racing for him. He was awkward. Boyish even. But undoubtedly a man, one whose every touch and every muscle drew her into a state of lust.

Akane now wrapped her arms around his back, letting her fingers trace over the indentation of his spine. She felt how his shoulder muscles flexed and heaved with every movement. His flesh was warm, tough, and had a light musk to it. She began to kiss his shoulder, letting her lips offer admiration as they lay pecks upon his bicep until she was upon his wrist. Hatch blushed madly as she then took a finger of his into her mouth. The man was shocked at first, but as she offered him bedroom eyes, he began to slide it in and out of her mouth boldly. Her lips wrapped around it tightly and her tongues sucked on it, almost begging for it to be a dick. At last, it popped out of her mouth, coated in her saliva.

“I can’t get enough of your body, Hatch.”

As he awkwardly nodded, she asked, “Anything, in particular, you’d like?”

Hatch said, “No. I… Maybe… Nothing really, I guess.”

“Hmm? It sounded like you had something on the tip of your tongue. Don’t be shy now, Hatch.”

“Well, I saw it in a… book where the woman sits on a man’s face and-”

“My my. How naughty.”

“I… Is that weird? I take it back then!”

“It’s fine,” she said, “I already took a bath so go and lay on your back. I see some moss down on the path that looks comfy.”

“Ah-“

“On your back. Now.”

Akane’s index finger curved downward; an order Hatch didn’t dare refuse.

Hatch gulped as he prepared himself mentally for what was to come. Her well-soaked bandages fell to her ankles before she kicked them away and stood over him. Akane gazed down lovingly at his handsome face, so fragile and yet that body of his was anything but. Indeed, Hatch was as hot-blooded as they came, and perfect for breeding her.

She spun around and let her plump ass spread out over his face. Carefully, she rested her weight onto her knees to avoid suffocating the poor man. She moaned as his hands squeezed her butt enthusiastically and his hot breath permeated her sensitive regions. His lips began to kiss and taste her, a powerful tongue taking scandalous swipes at her juices. She bit down gently on her finger as she relished in the pleasure of it all. Akane could not help it any longer. She leaned forward and slid down his undergarments. His shaft sprung forward, bumping against her nose. She inhaled the scent of it. Her tongue was sliding up and down it instinctively, desperate to taste every inch of his hard, fertile flesh. The manslayer’s lips tightened around it hungrily as Hatch’s legs buckled from the raw pleasure. Now it was a race to see who came first.

Akane’s back arched as she felt herself splash poor Hatch in the face, drenching him much as the waterfall had mere moments ago. Immediately, fate retaliated by firing his hot load into her mouth. She sucked on it enthusiastically, guzzling down the fine elixir. Her weight suddenly lifted off of him, and the poor brawler panted for air, having nearly suffocated in his lust. They both stood up now to let the waterfall cleanse them of their sexual fluids. The manslayer watched adoringly as he began stretching his arms and chest with a groan.

“God, I love your muscles, Hatch.”

“R-Really?”

“Damn right. I doubt I’m the only lady that does either.”

“Hmm. Well, I do try to keep in shape.”

He began to stretch his arms for her, clearly proud of the results of his training. His biceps were bulging as his muscle fibers constricted madly. What a sight. Akane began to approach him eagerly. Before he could suspect at her nefarious intentions, she spun around and let her back rest against his firm chest. Hatch lay his chin atop her head and began to sigh. His arms wrapped around her, just below her bosom as he hugged her tightly. Akane felt something strange now, something she had not known in years. Safe. In his powerful arms, Akane did not feel naked without her sword. It was not long until his arms became more preoccupied, wrapping clumsily around her tits and sliding down her bandages. She gasped in approval as he began to knead them like mochi. Powerful digits poked and prodded at her nipples before squeezing tightly. He then began to seize her breasts more violently. Hatch was…. growling.

Her eyes widened in shock. She felt his hard mast sliding between her butt repeatedly, so eager to claim her. So eager to make her his woman and spear her deep. The gesture alone was enough for Akane to fall into a state of utter arousal. Her mind could think of nothing but him impaling her and firing off every ounce of his passion. No longer could she stifle her moan.

“Oooh”

She continued, “Go ahead. Fill me up.”

“Akane…”

She felt his cock sliding up her ass crack, then lowering to rub over her lower lips happily. However, as she shook her hips against him teasingly, Hatch seemed to lose his bearings. His manhood suddenly speared her in an entirely different hole altogether. Akane’s lips grit as she shut an eye, feeling the pain overwhelm her.

“Ack,” she said, “It’s been a while since I’ve taken it up the ass.”

“I am so sorry, Akane. I’ll pull it out.”

“Just keep thrusting, handsome,” she said as she reached around to cradle his chin, feeling the itch of his stubble.

Hatch began to crash into the ronin from behind, his powerful legs like wood ramming into a futon. The pain of being stretched out subsided as pleasure ran through Akane’s body. As he hammered her mercilessly, Hatch began to pinch at her nipples. It was a dangerous combination bringing her ever closer to the brink of heaven. His hands then released their grip on her chest only to seize her wrists and pull them behind her back as if he were an officer restraining her for misconduct.

“It’s okay, right, Akane?”

“Mmmnn. Do as you like, idiot. Fuck.”

Akane arched her back as he had his way with her, relentlessly pumping her while his burly hands easily forced her to submit like a prisoner. She found it all incredible. He was dominating her. The innocent, boyish fighter was no longer in control of his senses. Like an animal in heat, he was giving in to the need to be inside of her, a feeling she reflected as she instinctively sought to remain connected with him. Akane’s pleasure reached its climax as it streamed down the legs of the two lovers. Hatch then slammed her hard and deep, the impact making her butt jiggle violently as if a battering ram were trying to breach her. He was relentlessly pouring out shot after shot of seed. Her cheeks were turning a new shade of red as he continued to thrust as if a man possessed. Like a small stream, it seemed to pour into her endlessly. If he had taken her other entrance, what hope did her womb have against it? She’d definitely wind up pregnant as long as she continued this debauchery with her best friend.

“Mmmn. Akane… You-You’re incredible.”

“You too, Hatch. Fuck.”

At last, he slid out of her. Both were breathing heavily as if they had just had a friendly spar. Well, in a certain manner, she had engaged in the friendliest spar imaginable with a man.

She continued, “By the way, it’s fine if you just want to stay friends. Although I’m not sharing you with your village princess. And if you want to be more with me… I’ll be here. I’ll always be your friend, Hatch. Now get your handsome head back under that waterfall and wash off. We have another hour of meditation ahead of us.”

“Understood. Ah, Akane…chan?”

“Yes, Hatch?”

“You’re… you’re really beautiful.”

His confession made Akane’s head feel fuzzy as a warmth crept over her. Akane grinned happily before settling into a soft smirk and huddling up next to him behind the crest of the river’s downpour. Their shoulders were lovingly touching, having settled into a comfortable intimacy. It would be a lie to say they were in love, and yet simply being friends no longer suited them. Never again, could the pair be called simple drinking buddies or brothers-in-arms. From now on, after a battle, Akane would be on her knees sucking him off or having his seed fill up her womb late at night when the others were asleep. Hatch would be touching and groping her amidst their jokes and conversations. And just as the cherry blossom must eventually come into bloom, so would feelings between them slowly grow into a love most beautiful, born of friendship and romance. Amidst the horrors that lay ahead for her in the village of Tanimura, there was no man Akane wanted to journey on this path with more than her beloved Hatch.

The End

Fem. Ronin x Bashō | Fem. Ronin x Tamaki

#Samurai of Hyuga #Hatch #Ronin x Hatch #Female Ronin #Fem Ronin #Lemon Fic #Mine

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