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onepieceyaoi100Title: Drink and Dreams
Rating: R
Characters: Zoro /Usopp
Word Count: 238
Prompt: Giving In
Notes: R for Implied semi-noncon/violent sex.
He should have known to say no to this, though he knew that wouldn’t have changed much really. But at least that would have given him some ammunition for later, something to yell at him for, be angry at him for, run and let himself be comforted by someone else for. But he was ever a coward, and could do nothing but give in when he could not run from the arms that trapped him against the wall of his workshop.
It hurt, really, really hurt. But it also felt good, the two opposing emotions warring in his head. It left him tongue-tied; unable to say stop, it fucking hurt, and instead only pant and moan with every sharp thrust that shot pain and pleasure throughout his body.
Usopp couldn’t lie and say he never wanted it. Since he’d met the green-haired swordsman, he’d fantasized about him. All that strength, those hard muscles, the cool demeanor, it set off every switch in his head that screamed ‘awesome’, ‘cool’, ‘sexy’, and ‘ohgodIwishhe’dfuckme’.
He was getting his chance now, but it wasn’t exactly what he imagined. No softly spoken sweet words, tender caresses, and deep kisses. This was drunken passion fueled by a sizable amount of unmet need. He doubted Zoro would remember anything of it in the morning, and Usopp would be left back where he started.
He tried his best to savor it as much as he could.
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A/N: The muse is happy, I bought her alcohol. Then she pulls THIS shit on me and now I can't stop giggling like a madman. Entirely INAPPROPRIATE.
Rating: R
Characters: Zoro /Usopp
Word Count: 238
Prompt: Giving In
Notes: R for Implied semi-noncon/violent sex.
He should have known to say no to this, though he knew that wouldn’t have changed much really. But at least that would have given him some ammunition for later, something to yell at him for, be angry at him for, run and let himself be comforted by someone else for. But he was ever a coward, and could do nothing but give in when he could not run from the arms that trapped him against the wall of his workshop.
It hurt, really, really hurt. But it also felt good, the two opposing emotions warring in his head. It left him tongue-tied; unable to say stop, it fucking hurt, and instead only pant and moan with every sharp thrust that shot pain and pleasure throughout his body.
Usopp couldn’t lie and say he never wanted it. Since he’d met the green-haired swordsman, he’d fantasized about him. All that strength, those hard muscles, the cool demeanor, it set off every switch in his head that screamed ‘awesome’, ‘cool’, ‘sexy’, and ‘ohgodIwishhe’dfuckme’.
He was getting his chance now, but it wasn’t exactly what he imagined. No softly spoken sweet words, tender caresses, and deep kisses. This was drunken passion fueled by a sizable amount of unmet need. He doubted Zoro would remember anything of it in the morning, and Usopp would be left back where he started.
He tried his best to savor it as much as he could.
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A/N: The muse is happy, I bought her alcohol. Then she pulls THIS shit on me and now I can't stop giggling like a madman. Entirely INAPPROPRIATE.
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Date: 2010-02-07 05:02 am (UTC)I have to say, I don't like Zoro/Usopp, end yet this was... oddly appealing. Give my compliments to your muse. b(^_^)d
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Date: 2010-02-07 05:21 am (UTC)*huggles*