#I now realize I need another male or two in this crew

[kisakis-boyfriend]

any juice for baby boy shinichiro?

when ppl put him with a partner who is taller, extremely attractive and just generally insanely out of his league...ive seen some ppl write this exact trope for both male and female readers and omg its so satisfying for the soul. + his friends reacting to how the fuck did shin pull a big dick supermodel. godtier trope

nsfw but genuinely do what you prefer either way!! love to read everything you put out, regardless of the contents or characters haha

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Author's Note: I made the reader a literal model because I really like that idea, hehe. HCs + scenarios filled with plenty of sub Shin getting his entire world rocked, just for you, anon! 😜

Pairings: Shinichiro x male reader

Warnings: Male model!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Shinichiro, risky sex, sixty-nine, size kink, mild hand fetish

• Who would ever think that Mr. Handsome who visits the local mechanic shop was actually dating the shop's owner?! No one, clearly

• Customers whisper amongst themselves after you and Shinichiro step into the office in the back, and, if they're lucky, they might catch a glimpse of you two locking lips

• Or a glimpse of your strong arms bending Shin over his own desk. They try to avert their gaze once they realize that you're about to pound the store owner's brains out right then and there

• On many occasions, he's had to take off work the next day because his legs have become jelly… and if you really feel bad for him, you'll give in when he sniffles “You'll need to take care of me while I recover :(”

• It's not any different when your lovely partner comes to visit you at work. Photographers can be impossibly picky some days, and when you pose for hours in little to no clothing for, yet another, underwear ad, it is nice to see your lover's smiling face walk through the door

• Shinichiro brings you lunch—made by his own hands, of course—complete with a note or doodle. And when he doesn't cook, you'll jump at the opportunity to leave the studio for a lunch break together

• The crew at the studio are always annoyed at how long you're gone, but what they don't realize is that more than half of your "lunch break" is just you and Shinichiro banging in the public bathroom

• Shinichiro isn't short, though when he stands next to you, he sure feels like it… you're nearly a foot taller than him (or more) and quite muscular to boot. And yes, you will use these facts to tease him

His arm stretches as far as it can, but it's just not enough to reach the item he needs on the tippity top shelf. He calls out to you for assistance, and you stroll into the room, grinning mischievously as the gears turn in your head.

“Aw, shorty can't reach it all by himself?”

Shinichiro pouts, “I'm not short, you're just too tall! …But I do need help getting that down please…” he relents.

“Of course.” to his surprise, he's suddenly lifted up by his waist, now at the correct height to reach what he needs. With embarrassment quickly setting in, Shinichiro snatches the item then stammers for you to "put him down, now!"

He thinks himself safe when his feet touch the floor again, but it's only for a second. As quickly as you let go of his waist, you spin him around and plop him on top of the counter. The blush dusting his cheeks begins to show as you still tower over him, even now. His eyes slowly close as you kiss him—eagerly pushing your tongue past his lips and pulling a few moans out of him.

…aaaand just like that, you pull away and leave. Leaving behind a lightheaded mechanic with a newfound throbbing sensation between his thighs.

• If it's not obvious yet, I do think Shin would have a bit of a size kink. Maybe he doesn't realize it until he's actually with you, but it's definitely there

• Someone larger than him, laying their weight on his back while a massive cock fills him so much that it creates a stomach bulge? Yeah, that's the good shit 🥴

• I just had an image of 69'ing with Shinichiro pop into my head… ugh

Wrapping your lips around his pretty dick while he struggles to take half of yours. His tip is leaking already, and you gladly accept everything that drips out and onto your tongue.

Shin arches his back, enjoying all of these sensations; your hot mouth around his cock. Your cock pushing further and further into his mouth. Your hands spreading his cheeks apart and–

“Mmgh~ babe, please…”

“Please what?” you ask, popping off his dick long enough to ask a question that you already know the answer to.

A groan echoes within his throat, garbling the words attempting to escape through his lips. “D-do it… I can take it.”

With a serious fire lit within you, you suck his cock deeper into your mouth. Gently, at first, a finger eases its way into Shin's hole, making him arch deeper and dig his nails into the skin of your thighs. Soon after that, a surge of cum surprises you, shooting down your throat as you're forced to swallow it. Poor baby is apologizing when he hears your choked moaning… he didn't mean to cum yet, you just made him feel so fucking good 🥺

• He looooves having your hands on him~

-> Hands holding his waist while you slide into him. Breath heavy and right in his ear, whispered words of praise and how fucking tight he is

-> Hands connecting with his as you pin him down and steal (yet another) kiss

-> Hands working their magic on his erection. Both hands wrapping around his cock, milking more out of him like a relentless living fleshlight

-> Hands combing through his messy hair after a ride in the town. Detangling the knots as best as you can before he takes a shower

-> Hands on his lips, sliding into his mouth while you coo “Good boy~”

-> Hands scissoring his hole open. Making his knees wobble as you take it nice and slow, rhythmically pumping in and out with your thick fingers

-> Hands wiping tears from his eyes on your wedding day ❤️

• Uh um, yeah… moving on 😵‍💫

• Now, since you're a model, Shinichiro has gotten some unwanted attention from random strangers and paparazzi. It's mostly when you're seen together, but some fans have even shown up at his shop just to ask if you were there 🤐

• You're very quick to tell anyone off though. Polite, if possible, yet stern all the same. Because gods help any person who's dumb enough to lay a hand on your man, or even make him uncomfortable in the slightest. All of your muscles aren't just for show

• And, as a model, you have been known to pull a few strings. Only a few times. But you were able to have Shin as a guest for a few magazine covers or spreads

It's hard to act professional when his beloved is basically nude—nothing except the brand's boxers to cover that thang that makes Shinichiro squirmy and wet.

The photographer wants some rather intimate shots of Shinichiro sitting on your lap, facing you. The makeup on his face does help hide the growing blush, but to you, as you sit merely inches apart—it's quite obvious.

You also notice the semi-boner underneath his own set of boxers… you have to remind him that this is a professional setting, and he needs to calm down or you'll both get in trouble. But honestly, how can he? Even staring into your gorgeous eyes would be enough to turn him on!

Gently, you rub his back and whisper to him “Keep it together here, and I'll give you a private show later tonight, ok?” To which Shinichiro enthusiastically shakes his head, nearly making himself dizzy.

Oh, the things you do to him later~

• Now, about his friends and family……… yeah they have no idea how the hell Shin is dating you

• They don't mean it in a rude way either. It's just, you're literally actually a model… you're insanely attractive, handsome, breathtaking, kinda fuckin rich?, and so on and so forth. So, what made you choose to stay in Shinichiro's hometown (save for business trips and vacations) as opposed to, oh I don't know, living in some mansion or beach house surrounded by other models?????

• Every single time, your answer is the same: “Because I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him”

• Yes, your career is important to you, but you can travel when need be for that. Shinichiro Sano lives here, and you're not willing to give him up

• As siblings do, Shinichiro's younger ones definitely make fun of him for being with someone way way waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy out of his league. But it's all in good fun. Besides, they're also protective of him, and make sure you know that, if you ever break Shin's heart, they'll break a leg or two :) (especially Izana… that guy kind of scares you… except he's also a sweetheart once he realizes that you also care about his brother)

[peanutbubba]

The Boy is Mine

Law x male!reader, pre-time skip, smut, Sub!Top Reader, Dom!Bottom Law, unestablished relationship to an established one, jealousy, brattiness, possession, praise, riding, overstim, mentions of fingering, oral, not beta read, 3.5k words

Breathtaking, that's what you were, devastatingly easy on the eyes. It’s what pisses Law off so much, even without trying to you demand attention.

And Law hated it when you got it, even in your boiler suit, you pulled it off annoyingly well. The way that women practically threw themselves at you, trying to spend a night with you, it disgusted him.

The hand on his sword clenching tighter, these people needed to learn no meant no. He watched as you tried to get the women away from you, a nervous smile on your face as you kept rejecting them.

His eyes narrowing he raised two of his fingers in a familiar position, “Room. Shambles.”

One second you were surrounded by a bunch of women, the next you were standing right beside Law, the unamused look on his face already telling you something was up.

Surprised at how you disappeared the women look around curiously, eventually one of them pointing you out a few feet away a shriek coming from her. “It’s Trafalgar Law, the pirate rookie!”

At those words Law’s lips turn up in a grin, his half lidded eyes flickering across all the women in the bunch. “So you’ve heard of me?”

His eyes narrow dangerously, a glint of jealousy in his gray eyes. “Good, that means you can listen.”

You let out a yelp as Law catches the back of your boiler suit, pushing you in front of him. “This man here, he’s mine, got it? So leave him alone.”

A crimson tinge blooms on your cheeks, your face mimicking the looks of the women, surprised and confused.

Letting go of you, Law turns around, a disinterested look on his face once more, “Finish up shopping, Y/N, we’ll meet you back on the Polar Tang.”

Straightening up you respond immediately, “Of course, Captain!” Your verbal confirmation being all he needed before he sauntered off, not another word leaving him.

Looking behind him you saw Bepo, realizing what Law meant by ‘we’. Then your face drops, looking around you watching how everyone is instead now scared of you, shopping was going to be a hassle.

When Law met where Bepo was standing, his navigator giggling behind his white paws, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Law let out a sigh, his eyes slipping closed for a moment, heat rushing to encapsulate his face as he pushed his hat further down his head.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, passing Bepo his sword.

Bepo takes the sword and immediately down turns his head, a sorrowful expression on his face, “Sorry, captain.”

Beginning to walk towards the submarine, Law stays silent, listening to the gasps of civilians as he passes through the streets, Bepo following closely behind him.

“You know you should tell him,” Bepo starts, trying once more for the millionth time to convince his captain to confess his feelings to you.

Law simply rolls his eyes, deciding that today he’d play dumb to Bepo’s pestering. “Tell who what?” He questions.

Bepo frowns in turn, his black button nose twitching in annoyance. “Y/N! You can’t keep denying that you like him forever.”

“I don’t like him,” Law says flatly. If it was anyone else they would have been convinced, but considering that Bepo has been with Law longer than anyone else he knew how to read the man.

Bepo shakes his head at the audacity of his captain, “You literally called him yours in front of a whole bunch of people!”

“Well he is, he’s a part of my crew.” He states factually, making eye contact with Bepo.

“Yeah, well we both know that’s not how you meant it.” The polar bear mink bites back, a small frown on his face.

Law matches the frown, his brows furrowing in irritation that he couldn’t hide anything from Bepo. “I’ll tell him…”

At those words Bepo perks up, finally glad that he was starting to talk some sense into Law, “That’s good-“

“…eventually,” Law finishes his sentence off, Bepo’s happy face dropping once more.

Bepo lets out a sigh, no longer bringing the subject up as they reach the Polar Tang, the other crew members welcoming them back.

Giving Law his sword back Bepo walks away to Shachi and Penguin, deciding to give the two a hand with whatever task they were currently struggling at.

Law went to his captain’s quarter, not really wanting to be bothered at the moment with anything other than his own thoughts.

The sound of the door closing behind him immediately has him placing a hand over his chest, feeling how his heart thumps against it, as if it was going to burst out of his chest.

It was pathetic really, how much you affected him. He just wanted to sink into the ocean and never have to face you again, because even seeing you was enough to send his heart into shock, even as much as he tries to deny it.

Sucking in a breath he slowly exhales, trying so desperately to regain his grip on reality, how embarrassing it is to be this much of a mess from just seeing and talking about you.

Letting out a grunt he goes to his desk, perhaps he’d have better luck distracting himself when by doing actual work. A mix of research papers and medical books scattered around his table, both organized and messy at the same time. His fingers thumbing over pages as he compares notes, diseases, and cures.

It isn’t long before night hits, shrouding the Polar Tang in a cloak of stars and purple, not that Law really noticed it, too engrossed within the papers in his hands.

Rasping of knuckles against metal being the only thing that could knock him out of his stupor, hardly looking up from the pages in his hands as he yells, “Come in!”

The handle of the door twisting with a screech before relaxing again as it’s pushed in, revealing you with a tray of dinner resting between your hip and hand. “I brought you dinner, Captain.”

“Is that so?” He responds back, eyes skimming across a page of text, not retaining any of the information as he listens for any other movements or words you’d bless him with.

Feet shuffle over to his desk, each foot step you take having Law’s heart pounding and learching, fingers tighten on the papers as he tries so desperately to keep his composure while you’re so close to him in this enclosed space. The sound of the metal door closing by itself, the feel of paper wrinkling under his hand doing nothing to soothe him.

Brushing some of the papers on Law’s desk to the side you create an opening wide enough for the tray, on it a plate of onigiri and a mug of steaming black coffee resting neatly upon it.

The smell alone of the coffee had Law meagerly looking up, catching how the dark liquid rippled from your prior movements. Your hands release the handles of the tray, maneuvering so you were next to Law’s desk instead.

Your captain’s tired eyes going from the coffee to following you, his brows furrowing in an unspoken question.

Letting out a hum you answer his peeking curiosity, “Everyone is back on the island gathering the last of the supplies, I don’t want to be alone.”

Law doesn’t answer, letting out a sigh as he goes back to the medical page in his hand, his other free hand reaching for the coffee that you made him. Taking the fact that he didn’t kick you out immediately as a good sign you turn around, sitting down and leaning your back on the side of his desk, arms crossed against your chest.

It wasn’t like you were Penguin or Shachi, you wouldn’t purposely or even accidentally cause him trouble, something that Law grew fond of you over, which was also why he allowed you to stay. In a way it was a win win, you got to not feel alone and Law got to bask in your presence.

Taking a sip of his coffee Law almost melts in the chair, how you made a coffee taste so bitter and yet sweet enough to cancel it out he had to figure out, it was perfectly made.

His hand switched between the mug of coffee and the onigiri, eating and drinking as he peacefully studys away, you by his side. He wouldn’t have been surprised if when he died this is what he’d see in heaven, if he’d ever make it there in the first place.

Light snores taking up the silence after what Law can only assume is somewhere close to an hour, his eyes looking over to examine how your head is slumped over, your body completely still from the position you originally got in.

Seeing you sleep also makes him realize his own aching need for rest, the energy the coffee and food gave him already spent.

Pushing his chair out he stands up, stretching his arms up with a small groan falling from his lips, ecstasy reaching its grubby hands on his body since he was finally up and standing after so many hours.

Walking over to you he squats down, observing for a moment how your chest rises and falls, how even in your sleep your beauty maddeningly still clings on to your body. If god had favorites he was sure you were at the top of the list, there was no other excuse in his eyes.

Raising up two of his fingers he planned on just teleporting you to your bunk, before an idea planted itself in his head. Well, can you blame him? How many times is it that your crush is asleep in front of you, clueless as to what you’re doing?

Planting a hand down on the floor to steady his balance he leans forward, shivering slightly at how your breaths brush so lightly against his whiskered chin. Pushing himself to continue his lips meet your forehead, barely there for more than a second, just a small kiss to confess what he truly thought of you, even if you were asleep.

Leaning back away just by a little he doesn’t even realize how your snores stopped, or how your eyebrow twitches ever so slightly, too sidetracked with how heart pounds like drums, and how his other lifted hand shakes.

A tight grip on the scruff of his neck pushing him down, you looking up to meet him in the middle, a teasing smile on your face as you talk with your slight sleep laced voice, “Hi, Captain.”

Law’s face blows up in red as a response, inked hands reaching for your chest and pushing himself away from you, breathing heavily as he gets away from your suffocating presence.

Falling on the floor butt first, hands trying to find purchase anywhere on the metal floors, tilting his head down to hopefully hide some of it behind the brim. Truly he wasn’t sure if it was the fact that you scared him, or the fact that you caught him left him more out of breath.

“Y/N-ya it’s… it’s not what it looks like,” he tries in a small voice, raising his left arm so he can hide the rest of his crimson face behind his sun kissed skin.

Loud boisterous laughter only makes his eyes widen further, his mouth gaping as his heart stutters, the laugh not mocking nor meant in a bad manner, genuine humor seeping out of you.

Even your laugh was hot… God must have favorites.

Standing up you wipe imaginary dust off your boiler suit, smoothing it down under your fingers before walking over to where Law was sitting.

Leaning down and hooking your hands around his waist he was about to yell at you, a clear scowl forming on his face, before he was lifted up from the ground, standing him up straight.

Law’s scowl turning both flustered as well as dumbfounded, since when could you pick him up like he was nothing but a mere feather?!

Goosebumps racking his body at the implications of that, and from the fact that very clearly through his hoodie he could feel your strong grip on his waist, sending an uncharacteristic satisfaction and desire through his mind.

“You know, Law,” an almost purr like noise escaping your mouth, not missing how Law quivers at his name rolling off your tongue, “if you wanted to kiss me so bad you could have asked.”

As you lean forward Law’s left arm shoots out, grasping your lower face and pushing it away from him, “I don’t want to!”

“Idiot, you shouldn’t say stuff like that!” He grumbles, his other hand placing itself on your chest, just now realizing how close the space between you both was.

A chuckle escapes your lips at your captain’s behavior, a mischievous glint in your eye as you release your right hand from the grip on his waist, placing it on Law’s wrist instead to keep it in place.

Lips pressing against the palm tenderly throwing him for a whirlwind, hand tensing then relaxing, releasing his grip on your face. He gapes, your lips making it across his hand, from his roughed up palm to the inked letters in the backs of his fingers, then back again.

Each kiss makes him melt further within your arms, your eyes flickering to his as you place one last kiss at the base of his ring finger, a grin making its way on your features. “Can I kiss you, Captain?”

And Law can simply nod dumbly, too speechless with your attention on him. Your hand going from his wrist to his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, pulling him in.

Warm lips landing on his own so nicely, squeezing his eyes shut as he leans into it, tilting his head slightly as you nip at his lower lip, a soft whimper escaping him.

Parting his lips, your tongue slips in, his fingers tightening in yours as you both fight for dominance, the two of you too stubborn to give in.

Breaking away for air the two of you stare at each other for a moment, enamored by how drool dribbles out the corner of Law’s mouth. Pants and huffs fill the air, and when you go to break it further Law cuts you off, “Shut up.”

You hardly take offense to his words, your easy going nature only making you amused at your Captain’s orders, still following them ever dutifully.

Law lets go of your hand, placing his on your chest and pushing you back until your back near his desk, moving you over to his chair and watching how your knees buckle under the corner of it digging into you.

An ungraceful look about you as you tilt your head up, a look of adoration in your eyes as you admire how your Captain now towers over you.

Your hands go to hold Law's hips but are slapped away by him, an almost evil look to his face, “Don’t touch, just watch.”

Nodding your head you put your hands to your sides, holding on to the arm rests instead, allowing the man to have his fun.

He goes for your clothes first, unclasping the button by your neck, quick fingers making due of the zipper next. You pull your arms out of the sleeves to make his job easier, lifting your hips as he pushes it down with your pants under the suit, only leaving you in a tank top and boxers.

One of his hands reaches for his hat, taking it off and placing it gently on the floor, black locks of unruly hair sticking out in the air now. His other hand goes to the hem of your underwear, hooking a finger under it and lifting before letting go, a wicked grin adorning his face at the sound of the snap against your hips and the jolt of your knee.

Reaching again he actually pulls your underwear down this time, his breath hitching as your length is released into the air. Fingers reaching for your tip, smearing the precum already gathering there, a grunt leaving you as he circles his finger, your dick twitching in interest.

His entire hands wrapping around as he leans in, licking and sucking at your base while he pumps the rest in his hand, eyes flickering up to see how your face contorts in pleasure.

Leaning back up he kisses the tip of your dick wetly, then he opens his mouth, engulfing half of you in his mouth.

The hand previously on your cock reaching down and undoing his own belt and pants, his eyes fluttering closed then opening again, leaving you with enough imagination to already guess what he’s doing under there.

His tongue licks at the underside of your dick, a soft moan leaving him before he lowers himself further, throat closing around you as he chokes slightly. That doesn’t deter him though, slurping obscenly around you as fucks you in his throat, drool messily spilling from the corners on his lips.

The flecks of yellow in his irises now more pronounced as tears brim his eyes, the lust encapsulated in them only making you harder.

Your hands twitch and shake due to how bad you want to go for his hair, but you force them on the arm rests clutching so tightly as Law sucks so sweetly, moans falling from your lips.

Much to your displeasure Law only stays between your legs for another minute before standing, chest rising and falling harshly finally able to catch some proper breaths.

Though you perk up again when you notice how his hands go down on his own body, reaching for the band of his pants and boxers. Slowly he pulls them down to expose more of his skin to you, kicking them away when they hit the floor, his shoes going next.

The plush smooth skin sent you into a craze, so badly did you want to fill it with marks, though you refrained praying you’d be able to another time.

Going over to you Law places his knees beside your hip, trapping you between the chair and him, not that you were complaining.

Hovering over your dick, Law let out a chuckle, one hand grasping at your cock and lining you up with his hole, the other resting on your shoulder. “You ready, Y/N-ya?”

He hardly gives you the chance to respond though, sinking down on you, letting out a groan at Law’s tight heat. No longer being able to resist you place your hand on his hips, not missing how he glares at you, but he doesn’t say anything.

It takes him a minute to adjust to you, his hand coming to wrap around your other shoulder as well, then lifting himself up before dropping back down, both of you moaning softly at the feel.

Law shuts his eyes as his grip on your shoulders tighten, pushing himself up and thrusting down on you at a steady pace, your hips bucking up to meet him halfway.

One of your hands wanders from his hip to his stomach, going to lift the hoodie up but you’re stopped when Law goes down and your hand pushes against his tummy, throwing his head back as a loud guttural moan comes from him.

It felt like his brain was pouring out of his ears, a haze only being left in his mind as he grabs your wrist, forcing you to push down again as he whimpers.

Clenching around your dick when you do push again, fuck you felt so good, this had to be heaven. His eyes find yours again, once gray eyes now almost completely overtaken by yellow, tears well in his eyes, some spilling through his thin lashes.

Leaning down Law catches your lips with his own, a passionately messy mix of tongue and spit, Law’s lips wrapping around your tongue with a moan as he sucks.

Pulling away he presses his forehead to yours, messy babbles of, “So good!” And your name tumbling out of his spit slicked lips.

Getting closer to his climax, Law looks at you, a pleading look in his yellow eyes, “Say my name again. Say you’re mine. Please, please Y/N-ya.”

Your eyes widen at his request, grunting at practically harsh thrust before you comply. “I’m yours. All yours, Law.”

At those words Law lets out a long moan, mouth forming a perfect O as he his eyes roll back, pure ecstasy adorning his face, whispering your name like a prayer.

And it isn’t long before you’re pushed over the edge as well, Law’s hole sucking you in so deliciously as he continues to bounce on you for your own pleasure.

Overstimulation making him whine and shake as he helps you ride out your high, a soft moan leaving him as he feels you filling him up, your hot seed making his slim stomach pudge out a bit.

Putting your hand back on his hip you stop his movements, both of you sucking in air harshly for a second.

Your hands tighten on his hips a grunt escaping you when he begins grinding down on you, a devilish grin on his face. “You can go again, right, Y/N-ya?” He says so sweetly.

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This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I both got distracted, and ended up writing WAY more details then intended.

Hope you enjoyed still, Pea’s out!

[sporadicthingcollection]

The Unskinny Bop (Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: You're a really good cook and that's most of the problem. The rest of it is that he's too weak-willed to resist a treat right in front of him. Pairing: Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: 🌶 Explicit 🌶 Word Count: ~6.1k Warnings: Body insecurity (male and female), cunnilingus, masturbation, PiV sex A/N: Dad Bod Buggy my beloved

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She's playing all night And the music's all right Mama's got a squeeze box And Daddy never sleeps at night

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It's his own damn fault, really.

He's the one who charmed the pretty diner cook — that’d be you — into joining his crew. It was an easy sell. You get off of the little podunk island you’re stuck on and he gets those delicious little puffy pastry things every morning.

What he didn’t expect was how well you made everything else. He's had to let his pants out three times in two months because of it.

Fluffy pancakes, perfectly slung hash, and a pie-looking thing with eggs and vegetables and cheese you called a “keesh” for breakfast. Sandwiches stuffed with veggies and meat, piles of pasta tossed in rich sauce, and thick slabs of juicy steak for dinner. Not to mention the mountains of snacks and treats in between.

He came to realize that food is a key aspect of your personality. It's just what you do. A dog chases its tail, Richie pushes things off of tables, and you flit around the deck like a pastry pixie, abducting people into the galley for taste-testing. 

Like right now.

His only warning that you're coming is a chirped “Captain!” before he's yanked through the door. He doesn't even have time to react before you've shoved a spoonful of something into his mouth.

He's not surprised. You do it to everyone who walks in. Food is how you show affection.

“Whaddya think?” you ask.

He swallows it too quickly to make a judgment, but it's sweet and that's all he needs to know. “Tasty.”

Every time you smile, he swears a flashbulb goes off somewhere. “Good,” you say. “It'll be even better tomorrow.”

He doesn't even bother to hide the whine. “What?”

“They're icebox pies, silly goose,” you say. “You gotta let ‘em chill.”

Another thing about you is that you're a tease. Form-fitting blouses done up just a button too short and your hair pulled back to show off your soft shoulders. A sweet little wink and a touch of the shoulder as you place a plate in front of him. And now feeding him something delicious only to tell him he has to wait until tomorrow to have more.

Your fingers snapping in front of his face jolt him back to the present. “Huh?”

“I asked if you wanted to lick the spoon,” you say.

Does he wanna lick the spoon? What kind of question is that? He plucks it from your hands. “Is the sky blue? Do bears shit in the woods? Am I the captain?”

You roll your eyes, but you smile. “Gonna stick these in the big cooler and I'll be right back for the other,” you say.

Carefully, you pick up two of the three foil-covered pie tins resting on the counter and turn on your heel.

He watches you closely as you round the corner and out of sight. Such a nice soft ass you've got. He desperately wants to grab it, but the one time you got goosed, you slugged the guy so hard he was out cold for the rest of the day.

Something pink, creamy, and flecked with seeds coats the wooden spoon. He drags his tongue along the back of it and--

Oh. Oh, that is good.

His taste buds scream in ecstasy. The slightest little moan escapes his lips. For the briefest of moments, he thinks it's better than sex and his cock twitches, but he regains his sense of self before going completely mad.

He licks and licks and licks until every little drop of pink, sweet, creamy filling is gone.

Frustration bubbles in his chest. Waiting all night for this is gonna suck. Especially since you probably won't be whipping it out for breakfast.

He is captain, though. He could order you to give it to him. But you'd almost certainly laugh in his face and he really, really doesn't want that.

The shimmer of foil catches his eye. The third pie sits on the counter. Untouched. Uneaten. Mocking him in its creamy deliciousness.

He looks around. You're nowhere to be seen.

...maybe just a little bit.

He scrapes barely half a spoonful from the top. Not enough to be noticeable, just enough to satisfy his sweet tooth.

Mmm. Smooth. Thick. Sweet. Fruity. Delicious.

...a little bit more can't hurt. Then he can wait until tomorrow.

He gets a piece of the fruit itself this time and the squirt of juice on his tongue is enough to make him spoon up another dollop. And then another. And then another.

This is why your pants are so tight, his inner monologue chides. This is why you need a new belt. This is why you wear that thing around your waist. Goddamn hedonist.

They're not that tight, he retorts. And they wouldn't be at all if you weren't such a damn good cook. It's all your fault for putting delicious food in front of him and looking so pretty while doing it.

He turns to lean against the counter, only to stop dead.

You're standing there, eyes wide and brows raised. You point at him, then at the pie tin, then back at him. “Are you... Eating the...?”

“No,” he says quickly. He realizes he's holding the pie tin. “No.”

Something odd glints in your eyes as you approach him. Gingerly, you take the pie and the spoon from his hands. He lets you. You step even closer.

You're so close to him, close enough for him to feel the rise and fall of your breasts. Hell, you're so short compared to him that he can see straight down your shirt.

His heart races. What are you going to do? Throw it out? Throw him out? Punch his lights out? Never speak of this again? 

To his amazement, you do none of those things. Instead, you spoon up a bit more of the pie filling and raise it to his lips. You blink up at him with big doe eyes.

He looks between you and the spoon a few times. This can't be right. You should be furious. He opens his mouth to say something, but it's forgotten as you shove the spoon in his mouth.

Why are strawberries so delicious? Why is he so weak? Why are your breasts so warm and squishy against him?

He swallows it and, as he opens his mouth to breath, you shove another spoonful in. It's just as good the twentieth time.

You offer him another. And another. And another. He accepts them all.

Until he goes to take another and you pull it away. He frowns at you. You pull it back farther and farther. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand closer. You resist, but he's spent every day of his life trimming sails and hauling cargo.

He gets the spoon into his mouth and claims his prize with a smirk.

That glint in your eyes turns into a blaze. You drop the pie tin and spoon and they hit the floor with a clatter. Pulling your wrist from his grip, you grab him by the cheeks and yank him into a kiss.

He yelps against your lips and you take the opportunity to shove your tongue between them. Licking, lapping, pressing your soft, warm body right up against his.

Only a eunuch could resist this.

He kisses you back with the same fervor, grabbing your ass to lift you up a bit and it's so soft and pliant and perfect that he can't help but dig his fingers in.

Oh, it's everything he dreamed it would be. Your warm lips moving against his, your slick tongue dancing in his mouth, your soft palms gripping his jaw.

You've lapped up all the lingering sweetness in his mouth by the time he runs out of breath. He pushes you away and you whimper, your eyes wide and your shoulders heaving up and down.

Deprived of oxygen, he says something completely, absolutely, utterly brain dead. “Can I touch your tits?”

Instead of slapping him, you nod so hard your updo shakes loose. Curly strands fall in your face.

He blinks. “Wait, really?” You nod harder. “You sure?”

Something in you snaps. He can see it in your eyes. You grab him by the hand and damn near drag him out the door.

A quick trip up the stairs and across the main deck and he's pushing open the door to his quarters. You bustle past him and, once the click of the lock sounds, you grab him by the collar and yank him into another kiss, just as wet and desperate as the last.

He barely has enough time to shuck his coat about you throw him onto the bed, clambering atop him. You're a bit heavier than he expects. Not that he says that to your face, but you’re so light on your feet that he was starting to think you were filled with cotton candy. You're certainly sweet enough.

You yank his hat from his head and toss it aside. His bandana follows and his hair falls around his shoulders.

You suck in a breath. “So pretty.”

He shrugs. “Thanks-- mmph.”

He’s silenced by you standing on your knees to pull his hair out of its pigtails. This requires you to stick your tits in his face and oh my god they're like big marshmallows you smell like cinnamon.

He can't help himself. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer, breathing deeply. So warm, so soft.

You giggle and the vibration makes his face tingle. You pull away to fiddle with your blouse buttons. “Wanna know a secret?” you whisper.

“Is the secret boobs?” Wow, what the hell was that? He needs to stop talking.

Lucky for him, you grin. You open your blouse and a whole lot more than he was expecting spills out. You toss the blouse to the side and plant your hands on your hips. “Va-va-voom.”

He's speechless. Shaken. Struck utterly dumb by the sight before him. All he can do is pull off his gloves and take them in his hands, pushing them, weighing them, squeezing them. There’s just… so much. Round, squishy, bouncy, threatening to surge right out of your lacy bra.

“I am but one man,” he mumbles.

That makes you giggle and that makes them jiggle. Like two sacks of...like a pair of...

...he can't think of a metaphor that isn't unpleasant, so he just sticks his face in there again before something else stupid comes out of his mouth. You laugh even more and it vibrates against his cheeks and his -- that... -- and if God struck him down at this very second he would die a happy man.

You let him linger a moment before throwing your weight forward to push him onto the bed. He whimpers like a kicked puppy as you pull away.

You nibble your lip and knit your brow up as you fumble with his belt. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”

He's flattered, but it's the only thing keeping his stomach in check. That can't come off yet.

He takes your hands in his own. “What's the rush, beautiful?” he says. He brings them to his lips, first one, then the other. He gently kisses your knuckles, your palms, your wrists. “This is your show. We got all night.”

You're cute when you huff. You're even cuter when your face screws up into a pout. You yank your hands away and plant them on your soft hips. “Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?” you whine.

That throws him for a loop and a half. You've wanted him too? Someone as clever and cute and talented as you wanted... him? He's not used to that. Not used to that at all.

He's stunned just long enough for you to get his belt open. You move on to his vest straps next, making quick work of those. He sucks his stomach in just as you pull it open.

Your eyes widen, and you break into a grin as they sweep up and down his torso. “Oh, hell-o,” you say, voice breathless.

He's bright red, he just knows it. “Hi,” he replies dumbly. He hopes the strain in his voice isn't too obvious.

You grin even wider. Your fingers ghost up his sides -- thank God it's his feet that are ticklish -- right up to his pecs. You give them a squeeze, not unlike how he palmed your breasts a few moments ago. The slightest of squeaks escapes him.

“I knew you were hiding something good,” you say. You give his nipples a tweak -- he squeaks louder -- and trail your fingers down to his waistband. “Let's see what else you've been keeping from me.”

He knows you're talking about his dick. He panics all the same.

He shoots a hand out to kill the light -- that should buy him some time -- and throws his weight into flipping you over. You squeal as he pins you to the bed and yanks your pants off.

And then he realizes. Your breasts? They're proportional.

Beneath him is the most lovely expanse of body he's ever seen. Soft and warm and squishy and made of convex curves that flow from gentle arms and smooth shoulders right into a pair of plump hips and shapely thighs.

He can't form words. He can't form thoughts. All he can do is stare with his mouth dropped open. What else can you do when you're in the presence of the divine?

And then he sees your face. Your eyes wide and unsure as they dart around the room. Your lips pressed together into a terse line. 

“What?” he asks.

The line scrunches to the side. “I'm bigger than I ought to be, I know,” you say. You sound as if you've said it a thousand times.

He gets mad. He can't help it. It's what he does. “Are you shitting me?”

You flinch a little, though more out of surprise than fear. “N-No, I don't--”

He wants to say so many things. About how this is perfection. About how you are the most gorgeous human being he's ever laid eyes on. About how this is everything he's ever wanted in life. How you're everything and you shouldn't be so damn sheepish.

But he can't get it out. All that comes out is a raspy, rude, “Shut the fuck up.”

You stare at him in shock. And not the fun shock. It's the kind where you're not sure if you've stepped on eggshells or not.

Fuck it. No time for words. He grabs your thighs and pulls you forward, yanking your panties off and sweet holy shit you don't shave down there how could you possibly be any more perfect?

His mouth waters. His cock throbs. He dives in. He drags his tongue up your inner thighs, soft and smooth and sweet as that pie.

“Captain--!” A nip to the tender flesh turns the exclamation into a squeak.

“I said shut up,” he says between kisses.

Finally, you stop talking. You only pant and moan as he shoves his face into your pussy, lapping at your already sopping cunt. Did he do this? Are you this wet because of him?

He can't help it. He stuffs his hand down the front of his pants to fondle himself. Like the desperate bastard he is, his cock’s hard and leaking already.

He grinds against his palm as he gorges himself on you. Licking, sucking, swirling, punctuating with a few nips for good measure. It's all harmonized by the most beautiful sounds he's ever heard flowing from your lips, high-pitched and whiny.

He's not sure how long has passed when you grab his head and push him away. Time flows strangely between your thighs.

You've got a crazed look in your eyes again. “I want you inside me.”

He wants to say something clever, something cool and on brand for him, like it's not time for the finale yet or but my leading lady isn't satisfied.

But that would delay being inside you and he's too addled to think of anything. He jumps to his feet and wriggles out of his trousers and shorts. If he were more aware of himself, he'd be humiliated by just how much he has to shimmy and dance around to get them off his hips, but there's not enough blood in his brain to be self-conscious.

He kicks them away in whatever direction. Something crashes to the floor and he doesn't care. He looks back to your beautiful face--

You're wide-eyed as you look at him. He follows your gaze, right down to his--

In all the excitement, he's not sucking it in anymore.

Now it's his turn to be sheepish. He sucks it in again. But he can't hold it. Too much blood in his cock. He tries again with the same result.

Unfortunately for him, it's drawn your attention even more. Off comes your bra, and you don't take your eyes off his stomach the whole time.

Now he really can't think anymore. They're just so pretty and perfect. You're so pretty and perfect. He doesn't deserve this. This is a hell of a mismatch if ever there was one. You, divinity in the flesh. Him, a fat, dirty old clown.

This is a joke. It has to be. Someone put you up to this and now you're gonna back out and he's gonna let you because you deserve better so he better just rip the bandage off now and--

“Out,” he spits. “Get out.”

You blink at him in shock, then your face hardens. You speak with the firmness of a queen who's sick of her courtiers’ bullshit. “Get over here and get on top of me.”

You're mocking him. You gotta be. There’s no other explanation. “I said--”

You look him in the eyes. Something dangerous glitters there. “Buggy, get the fuck on top of me.”

It comes out at a hoarse yell. “Stop mocking me!”

You spring upwards and, with that wild strength that surprises him every time, you throw him on the bed. It squeaks as he bounces -- actually, that might have come from him.

You've got a look on your face he can only describe as murderous. “I did not wait two months for you to chicken out,” you say. You clamber onto him. “I did not wait two fucking months for you to finally man up and say something only for you to get self-conscious!”

Fear, anger, and arousal battle for control of his body. Arousal wins. You are hot as a griddle when you're mad.

You sit yourself on his belly, just above his cock. It twitches against your ass and he's sure it's made of clouds and he groans.

“Look at me,” you say.

He doesn't. He can't. He doesn't want to see the scorn that's surely in your eyes.

You learn forward and grab his chin, squeezing his cheeks and forcing him to look. Even in the dim light, he can see the sheen of sweat on your face and the rise and fall of your chest as you pant.

“If you want me to leave, I will,” you say, “but you will never get this chance again.”

No. No no no no. He wants you. He wants you so bad. He's never had perfection this close and it's never wanted him as much as you seem to.

“Do you want me to leave?” you ask firmly.

He shakes his head so hard it hurts.

You don't grin. You simply release his chin and lift yourself up. You lower yourself on his cock and, as he watches it disappear, inch by slick inch into your hot, wet pussy, the battle is over.

He doesn't care if this is a trick anymore. He's going to get his.

He grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto him, fingers sinking into the smooth flesh. You gasp as he bottoms out, gripping the swell of his hips. He doesn't care. They're called love handles for a reason.

And then you start to bounce.

It starts in your legs. Pumping your thighs to lift yourself up and drop down onto his cock. The jolt ripples through your whole body, from your thighs to your belly to your breasts.

He's transfixed. So transfixed that he doesn't even notice you grabbing his pecs, squishing and squashing them between your gentle fingers. You tweak his nipples and he damn near howls.

He can't let you have all the fun. He pops his hand off to swirl his fingers around your clit.

But you don't cry out or moan. You start babbling. Something about eating and how hot he is and how much you love that he loves your cooking and it's all interspersed with pleasant-sounding gibberish. But he doesn't hear a word of it. You're too warm and slick and it goes in one ear and it the other.

But the sounds. God, the sounds of him sliding in and out of you. Wet and disgusting and it makes his mouth water and his cock leak and that just makes it wetter--

The slap of skin on skin and wet on wet and his moans and your chattering all mingle into a delicious symphony. 

But it stops all too soon. Your breath hitches and you bend at the waist, singing his name like a songbird, the same little melody over and over. “Buggy, Buggy, Buggy...!”

His name dissolves into little yips and gasps as your cunt flutters around his cock. It's so good. Better than treasure. Better than adrenaline. Better than a full belly after a hard day's work--

He realizes he's not wearing a condom. Fuck. “Where ya want it?” he grunts.

You don't hesitate. “In me,” you say between gasps.

In you? Inside you? Spilling his hot, wet cum into your hot, wet cunt? Your cunt? Soaking it? Seeding it? Making it even messier and sloppier and filling you up so much that--

He almost pops right then and there, but he bites his lip. “Nuh-uh. Where?”

“In me!” you spit.

He whines the most unmanly of whines. He will. He won't. He wants to. He can't. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Captain,” you whimper, “Buggy, please...”

He looks up at you. Your hands on his chest, your breasts heaving with each breath, your little belly rising and falling, your luscious thighs on either side of his hips, your lips dropped open as you pant, your bush surrounding his fingers--

God damn it.

He throws you to the side as he pops like a champagne cork. A few drops end up on you, but most of it splatters onto the underside of his belly, where it's started obeying gravity.

One hand grips the sheets and the other grips something warm and his hips buck and his head swims and his mouth makes utterly pathetic noises. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.

He crashes back to earth like a meteor strike. All he can see is white as he flops back onto the mattress, gasping for breath.

He has no idea how long it takes for him to recover. But something soft tickles the knuckles of his detached hand. A shudder racks him as he turns his head towards you.

Post-orgasm haze still clouds your eyes, but they're big and round as a doe’s as you cradle his hand close to his face. You press your lips to his knuckles.

He gives a weak smile. “Hi.”

You giggle. God, he loves that giggle. He wishes he could hear it every day. He'd put it in a sea shell if he could, carry it around in his pocket and press it to his ear whenever he feels lonely. Or spin it into cotton candy. It's certainly light and sweet enough. Or whip it up onto a foam and fold it into batter like he watched you do that one time for cake...

His stomach growls. He needs to stop thinking about food.

You kiss his knuckles again, still smiling so very sweetly. “Are you alright?”

“Fuckin’ amazing,” he mumbles. It's the truth.

Detaching his other hand, he feels around on the floor. There's a towel here somewhere... Unless he threw it on the chair... Or over the folding screen...

He finds it slung over the door of his wardrobe. He offers it to you, but you shake your head. “After you.”

Suit yourself. He mops his belly up as you watch. Shit, this was a big one.

Satisfied, he tosses the towel away. He rolls over to take you in his arms, but he finds nothing. You're standing up, pulling his coat on and closing it around your front.

“Get over here,” he says. “That's an order.”

“I gotta clean up,” you say.

He panics. He can't help it. His voice quivers like a child's. “Don’t leave. Please.”

You give him a kind look that almost makes him cry. “I’ll be right back,” you coo. “I promise.”

He doesn't want to be alone. Not now. Tears prick at his eyes and his lip quivers. But you're out the door before he can stop you.

You're not coming back. He knows it. He disappointed you. How could he not? You're beautiful. You're divine. You're perfect.

And what is he? A fat old clown.

He lays there, shivering in the cold air, too afraid to move. Too aware of his shortcomings. Too aware of every flaw, every defect, every deficiency. His temper. His teeth. His nose. His appetite. His everything.

The door opens. The moonlight frames your silhouette for a moment before you close the door behind you.

He nearly sobs with relief. You don't notice, thankfully, as you shuck his coat.

He launches his arms at you as he sits upright, pulling you into an embrace as he falls back down. He lays you to the side, slipping under your arm and tucking his head in the crook between your chin and chest.

You thread your fingers through his hair. “Don't tell me you thought I wasn't coming back.”

He murmurs something he forgets as soon as it leaves his lips. You're so soft. So warm. So comfortable. And he's so exhausted.

You giggle. You kiss his forehead and slide your fingers through his hair. “Bonwee, sha.”

He has no idea what that means, but you say it with such warmth that it must be something good. He snuggles up close to you.

Rocked by the sea and calmed by your heartbeat, he drifts off.

---

He sleeps well, but he stirs a few times.

The first is when you shift out from under him, mumbling something in a language he can't place. You roll onto your side, your back to him. He doesn't like that at all and pulls you in to be the little spoon. You squeak. It's cute. He doesn't care that his belly presses against your back. 

He stirs again when his arm falls asleep and he rolls onto his side. You follow him this time. You press yourself right up against his back, breasts and belly and thighs squishing against him. You're so warm.

The final time is as the gray light of dawn slips through the windows. He's shaken from a dream and he grumbles.

“I gotta go get started on breakfast,” you whisper. “Just wanted to let you know I wasn't lovin’ and leavin’.”

That's so sweet of you. “You're so sweet,” he mumbles sweetly.

You giggle. “See you in a few hours.”

You kiss the tip of his nose and he's not even upset.

===

You had a lovely night, but you're walking a bit funny and it's making your usual bustling around the galley just difficult enough to be annoying. And the visions of your stark naked captain filling your head are making it even harder.

You're a very simple woman, like your mother before you. You like men. You like food. You like men who like food. You especially like men who like your food.

Captain Buggy's a man. Captain Buggy likes food. And he loves your food, if his constant hovering in the galley is anything to go on. And he loves it a lot and it's showing.

The memory of him lying beneath you, his warm hips against your thighs, his belly wobbling as you bounce atop him, his head thrown back in bliss, surprises you just as you're tossing a flapjack. It slams into the ceiling and stays there.

Your fellow cook, a swarthy fellow going by Bloomer, casts the new ceiling decor an odd look. He turns it on you. “You alright, girl?”

You know what? Screw this. Everyone else can handle breakfast. “I'm gonna go wake up the captain,” you say. “How's he like his coffee?”

Milk and two cubes of sugar, he tells you. You put in cream and three cubes. Man's gotta get his strength back from last night, you tell yourself as you set off across the deck. 

You knock three times on the door. No answer. You knock harder. Still nothing. You take that as a sign he may be dead and enter just in case.

Captain Buggy is, in fact, quite alive, if not also naked. He's in front of the mirror... or his face is, anyways. His body is turned completely around as he examines the reflection of his rear. He grabs a handful, thick fingers sinking into the squish. He gives it a jiggle and it wobbles.

You don't blame him. It's a great ass. Perfect for grabbing and digging your nails into. Next time, you're making him get on top so you can do just that. 

But you prefer his front. That's where all the good shit is. Soft, muscular pecs, perfect for grabbing and groping, covered in a dusting of hair that trails down to his soft belly.

His hands go there next, pinching his sides. He gives them a shake and his belly bounces. 

That little zing shoots up your gut and into your throat, that one you always get around men like him. That same one as when you first saw him from across the diner, draining a pitcher of beer. The same one you had last night when you walked in on him eating pie filling. And now, watching him preening after a wild romp.

...or you thought he was preening. He turns his body around and as his hands go to his face -- he's got a stronger jawline than you'd expected when he's barefaced -- you notice his laugh lines deepen. He lets out a grunt of disgust as his lips curl.

You frown. He's saying ugh as if you couldn't keep your hands off of him last night. Coaxing him in closer with pie filling just so you could feel his body molding against yours. Grabbing his cheeks and yanking him in for a kiss you'd been craving for months. Dragging him to his cabin and fucking yourself on him while you dug your nails into whatever soft flesh you could grab.

You close the door with a firm check of the hips. The slam startles him, but he calms as he sees you. Somewhat. There's still an uneasy look in his eye.

“G’morning,” he says. A little blush blooms across his cheeks. He avoids eye contact.

He'd be cute if he wasn't pathetic. You set the coffee down on the nearest surface and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your hands on the swell just above his hips and resting your cheek between his shoulder blades.

“Thank you for finally taking the hint,” you say into his skin.

He chuckles, a low, vibrating thrum. “I never miss a cue, baby.”

Lies. You've been trying everything. Flirting. Making his favorite food. You even went braless one day on a supply run with him and he didn't even blink. Idiot.

“Then why'd it take you so damn long?”

He scoffs. “Had to make sure I wasn't seeing things,” he mumbles.

He's so pathetic. Like a wet cat. You can't help but squeeze his sides--

He jumps away from you like you gave him an electric shock. “Stop it!” he spits.

You blink. “Stop what?”

“Stop-- Stop mocking me!”

You blink a few more times. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

The flush deepens along with his scowl. “Quit touching me like that.”

Not what he was saying last night. “Like what?”

“Stop grabbing my--” He huffs. “I know I’m fat. Quit rubbing it in.”

Pardon? Did you hear that correctly? Does he know who he's talking to? You try to keep your tone even, but you were never good at that. “Permission to speak freely, Captain?”

He blanches. “...No.”

Too bad. You grab him by the waist and throw him onto the bed. He yelps as he bounces, then once again as you straddle his waist.

“Buggy. Darling. Cher,” you say. “Do you really think I would have fucked you if I didn't think you were hot shit?”

He simmers like a boiling pot with the lid still on. “Maybe!”

Pour l’amour de Dieu, c’est un contraieuse et un tête de cabri et pourquoi ce clown so fucking stupid?

You scoot backwards, kissing your way down his chest. Each one gets a tiny grunt from him until you get to his belly. He growls and tries to roll away, but you hold fast. You gently kiss just above his navel, then the tuft of blue hair right below it.

You peer up at him. He peers back, brow knit up, questioning you.

You press your face into his navel and blow a raspberry against his skin.

Buggy squeal-laughs. You've never heard him make that noise before and it's very cute. You do it again and he devolves into laughter.

“Sto-o-op!” he cackles.

You do not. You do it again and again until he's wheezing and not scowling any more. You stare up at him, fingering the tuft of hair below his navel.

He comes down slowly, cackles turning to giggles to breathless gasps. He finally sees you staring. “What?”

“Feeling better?” you ask. He huffs, but he does nod. “Good. Now stop being mean to my favorite captain.”

He frowns a bit at that. “Who’s that? Alvida? When'd she come up?” You keep staring at him. He blinks. “Wait, you mean--?”

Gros couillion. “No, the other guy I fucked last night,” you say. He bristles. Fuck’s sake. “Yes, you!”

He blinks again. The flush returns. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn't be on top of your naked-ass body if I didn't.” You place lean in close, the tip of your nose bumping his. “And you have a very nice body, Captain.”

Just for emphasis, you grab his side, right at the fleshiest part, and give a hard squeeze. He jumps, but nods.

He tries to dive in for a kiss, but you pull away. If you do that, you'll be here all morning. You stand up, offering him your hands. “C’mon, breakfast is ready,” you say.

“I'm not hungry.” His stomach growls. He glares at it. “Shut up.”

Trump card time. “Guess I'll just have to feed all those beignets to Richie, then.”

His eyes go wide. “...you made bin-yays?”

He still can't pronounce it right, but he's getting there. “Sure did,” you say coolly. You examine your nails. “Won't be good for much longer.”

His stomach growls again. “And that pie?” 

“Should be good to go, but you better be quick. They'll go fast.”

He jumps to his feet and licks his lips. “Well, keep some for me! Lemme-- Lemme get dressed and I'll be right down.”

“Don't take too long,” you say.

You turn to leave, but he grabs your hand. With a yank and a twirl, he pulls you flush against him and into a kiss.

You melt right into it. Rough lips move against yours, his warm body molds against you, strong arms holding you tight, belly pressing against yours... his nose squishing into your cheek. Wonderful, all of it.

You separate with a pop. He grins at you and wipes his wrist along his lips. “Didn’t think I was gonna let you leave without that?”

You blush. Now he decides to be slick. “Just get dressed.”

You twirl him around and, with a flat hand, you swat his ass. Just to see it quiver. The slap echoes in the small room and he jumps, but you can't stick around to see the look on his face.

You've got work to do.

---

Special thanks to my bf, Meg, and Ollie for beta-ing!

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Eri Reader x Straw Hats Part 25- Wano Part 3

-Sasaki was nothing but nice to you, keeping you safe from the raiders who were storming the castle, wanting to stop Kaido, grinning down at you as you sat on his lap as he was keeping watch in a long hallway.

-Your eyes went wide when you saw Shinobu and Yamato, with Momo and you froze when Sasaki attacked them- it felt like your heart stopped for a moment.

-When you tried to jump down off Sasaki’s lap, he caught you, not wanting you to hurt yourself as you struggled to get away, “Don’t hurt my friends!”

-Momo shouted out your name, thinking you were being held hostage before Yamato ran forward, attacking Sasaki, being able to get you away from him, holding you up on his hip, holding you closely, “I’m returning Y/N to her brothers- I swear it!”

-A familiar voice then spoke up, “I agree!” you turned, seeing the General Franky and you lit up, “Franky!!” the robot’s giant hand lifted, greeting you warmly before he focused on Sasaki and his men.

-Yamato gave you to Shinobu, as she was trying to get both you and Momo to safety, and Yamato told Franky he was going after Kaido, “Luffy might be racing you there!” which made Yamato race off, wanting to get to Kaido first.

-Shinobu did her best, but after she was betrayed by one of her friends, he took both you and Momo, giving Momo to Orochi to finally wipe out the Kozuki line.

-Kanjuro was keeping you in his arms as you watched Momo being beaten, “No! Stop hurting him!!” Kanjuro wanted to keep you safe, as Kaido would be pleased with him after he dealt with all these invaders, trying to keep you calm, telling you Momo deserved this.

-Your horn flared to life as you glared, “Nobody deserves to be hurt!!” a wave of energy, much like at the Whitebeard War, flowed from you, shooting Kanjuro back as well as Orochi as he was going to kill Momo.

-You were glaring hard as two figures reformed, one male and one female and as Orochi sat up, his eyes went wide, seeing two people returning from the dead as Oden and Toki took their first breaths in 20 years.

-Many were screaming, including Orochi who saw it as a bad omen as the two were shocked to see they were alive again before they saw Momo as well as the state of everything around him.

-Toki turned, sensing your energy, seeing that you were the one to bring them back to life as Oden charged, punching Orochi hard across the face before grabbing his son, “Warriors! Your Oden has returned- fight on! This battle isn’t over yet!!”

-While a bit freaked out to see him alive again, the warriors loyal to him all lifted their swords, giving out loud war cries, ready to follow their Shogun once more.

-Toki held you as your nose started bleeding, the aura fading as you nearly collapsed, a fever quickly taking hold and Momo called out, “Y/N!” ignoring his own wounds, he wrenched himself from his father’s arms, dropping down and ran for you, looking terrified to see you in such a state.

-Another voice then spoke up, “Oi Y/N- you sure know how to make people worry.” You lifted your head, feeling a bit delirious and you smiled softly, “Marco…” the phoenix landed and quickly rushed towards you, taking you into his arms and instantly surrounded the two of you with flames.

-Momo was trying not to cry, after his father punched out Kanjuro for betraying them, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as Oden kneeled, “It is not weak to cry, son.” Momo shook his head, “I can cry later- we need to help our allies and friends now!”

-Toki cupped her son’s cheek softly, proud of him as the flames around Marco slowly died down, leaving him winded, but he healed you so you wouldn’t collapse like last time.

-You were still feeling weak as you looked up as Marco grinned down at you, “Izo told us of your plans- and calvary’s here Y/N!” your eyes went wide, realizing that Whitebeard and his crew was there to help, turning the tides in this battle.

-You knew that Luffy and Ace were going after Kaido, as was Yamato and you told him this, and Marco looked a bit annoyed, “Yeah I saw them on top of the skull- Big Mom is with them.”

-Your eyes went wide before you looked determined, “I need to go and help them!” you had changed a lot in these past two years, you were more confident now and he was going to refuse you, but there was something there- something that told him you were right.

-Oden agreed to take you, giving you a grin, “If there’s a fight with Kaido then I’m joining! Toki- take Momonosuke and get someplace safer. I just got you back- I’m not losing you two again!” Toki nodded and Marco grinned, rushing to help Chopper and Sanji against Queen.

-As Oden ran, trying to get to the top as quickly as possible, he held you on his shoulders, “So are you the one I am to thank for bringing me back to life?” you nodded softly, despite him not being able to see it, “I’m Y/N- when I saw Momo being hurt I got mad and wanted him to be safe.” Oden chuckled softly, knowing you were a kind soul.

-When he arrived at the battle, he took you off his shoulders, so he could rush in after announcing himself, “Kaido!! I have returned to end your reign and take back Wano!!”

-Kaido looked like he was close to tears, seeing Oden there, “Oden- is it really you?” Oden wasn’t prepared, none of them were, including Kidd and Law who were also there, for Kaido to burst into tears, crying loudly.

-Big Mom looked annoyed by his antics before she saw you, her eyes going wide, “Y/N! You’re okay!!” you tensed lightly, looking a little scared of her as she beamed, “Come to Mama and we will return to Whole Cake Island!”

-You hesitated, looking a little scared before, “I want to stay with Luffy!” she looked surprised by your answer before she smiled, realizing that she just needed to take your false family out, so they couldn’t brainwash you anymore, and you would behave.

-Big Mom ran towards you, but Law and Kidd were the ones to attack her, sending her through the roof and the roof collapsed where you were, causing you to fall, but Law caught you, something Luffy and Ace both saw, and they knew you were in safe hands.

-As Big Mom was falling, she called out Hera to catch her and Law shouted, “Eustass-ya!” the red-head looked over and immediately almost panicked as Law tossed you to him and he grabbed you, “Oi what are you doing idiot?!”

-Law pulled out his sword and launched an attack, sending Big Mom down even further, “We need to keep those two Yonko apart!” Kidd looked annoyed as your little arms were around his neck, “I meant you giving me the kid!”

-You were a little scared, being with these two against Big Mom as you hung onto Kidd’s jacket over his shoulder, but the two of them were able to keep Big Mom occupied, using powerful attacks.

-When she launched her own attack, Kidd was quick to grab you by the back of your kimono and tossed you to the side as the two got hit, getting serious injured.

-You rolled only a few feet from the force, but you were fine, other than a few scrapes as Big Mom looked furious, “I’m going to kill you both- you hurt my little Y/N!!”

-You ran forward, your horn flaring to life again as you touched each of the men, healing their wounds, much to their surprise. Seeing you being disobedient again, Big Mom was getting less patient with you, growing angry with you.

-Kidd stood, putting his good hand on your head, “Thanks brat- now we can keep going.” Law agreed as he stood up, “Stay back Y/N- we’re going to get serious!”

-You nodded and quickly retreated to a fallen stone column behind them, peeking out, watching them all fight. You looked up to the roof, seeing bright flashes of light and lightning as well as blasts of fire, worried about your three big brothers and Momo’s dad.

-You were stunned when Kidd and Law beat Big Mom- send her down into the volcano. As they both were panting you ran out, “Big Brother Law! Big Brother Kidd!” Kidd instantly froze, turning like he was a statue towards you, hearing your words as you leapt up, hugging his leg, “You both were so cool! You were so strong!”

-Kidd looked like he was panicking, having you cling to him as his face was bright red, something Law didn’t even hesitate to tease him for. He turned to Law, “Oi you bastard you-” WHACK!!

-Kidd was instantly squatting, holding the back of his head where a huge lump now was, as Law was holding you in his arms, as you looked confused, “What’s a bastard?” Law sighed softly, walking away from Kidd, “It’s a naughty word- Kidd says a lot of them so don’t ever repeat them.”

-You held your hands to your lips, worried you were in trouble, but when he said nothing, you calmed down a bit as Kidd caught up, scowling at Law as they rushed to help their crew with the fighting.

-You heard Sanji screaming out for Robin’s help and you gasped softly, thinking Sanji was in trouble but Law kept you with him, “Nico-ya can handle herself Y/N- she’s strong.” You looked proud, beaming brightly, “Mama is strong!”

-As the fighting went on, one by one the Beast Pirates fell, and you heard from Marco that Oden, Ace, and Yamato were working on keeping Onigashima from falling on the Flower Capital, Yamato and Ace using their Devil Fruit abilities and Oden using his strength.

-You felt a sudden sense of dread filling you, it felt like you were burning from the inside as you were quickly in tears, like something bad had happened as you heard drums- they were so loud, like they were ringing in your ears.

-Kidd was holding you when you started this, concerning him, “Oi what’s wrong? Y/N?!” your hands were over your ears as your eyes were clenched tightly shut before, “LUFFY!!!”

-As quickly as it came, the feeling left, leaving you gasping as you felt like something happened before you saw Luffy, but he looked like a cartoon- he was massive in size and his hair was now white as everyone was freaking out, their eyes popping from their head.

-You were just stunned, looking up at your brother, who was now going hard against Kaido, bent on taking him out once and for all.

-The last of the Beast Pirates fell after a hard-won battle and Onigashima was redirected, the threat of it falling on the Flower Capital was now over. Kaido and Big Mom were both defeated, and Wano was now free of both Orochi and Kaido- after Toki and Hiyori both took out Orochi, after she found her daughter trying to attack Orochi.

-Your whole family were injured, some more than others- like Luffy, Ace, and Zoro, who were unconscious for days, while Usopp, Nami, and Robin had severe injuries but with some medical attention between Chopper, Marco, and Law, they were all soon back on their feet.

-You had been elated to see Whitebeard, running towards him after all of the enemies were taken care of, “Grandpa!” and he grinned broadly, kneeling down to scoop you up, holding you close as you beamed, happy tears in your eyes, “I missed you grandpa!”

-The feast was massive once everyone was awake, as Oden had agreed with Yamato, to not celebrate until those who helped make this possible were awake.

-You cried loudly, being sandwiched between Luffy and Ace, once they woke up, after you hugged Zoro, as he woke up first, overwhelmed that they were all okay, as you weren’t allowed to use your ability- you brought two people back plus you healed others during the battle- you couldn’t risk overdoing it and putting yourself at risk, no matter how much you wanted to.

-You were elated to learn that Jinbei joined the crew, as you surprised him by running and leaping into his arms, “I’m so happy you’re a part of my family now Jinbei!” he held you close, feeling touched of your joy and words as he beamed brightly, “And I’m happy to know someone like you Y/N.”

-There was another issue, however, much to the dismay of all your brothers, when Oden and Toki called you over, where you saw Momo as well, beaming brightly, “I’m so happy you’re okay Momo!” his face flushed red, turning from you and several heads, including Whitebeard’s snapped over, seeing this.

-Oden was beaming brightly, “Y/N- you gave not only my wife’s life but my own life back- we are eternally grateful to you for this. We would like to reward you by inviting you to be a part of our family!”

-Your brothers calmed, only for a moment, thinking it was like the other families you had been adopted by before Toki beamed, “We would be delighted to have you as our daughter-in-law! You and Momonosuke can marry once you’re both old enough!”

-Instantly the banquet hall was filled with yelling and screaming as Luffy was quick to snatch you back, holding you too him as your family were quick to deny this, shouting that Momo wasn’t going to marry you.

-Oden was quickly standing, “Are you saying my son isn’t good enough!” Brook and Sanji had no issues throwing the child under the bus, telling them how Momo took baths with Nami and Robin and slept in the same bed with you, Robin, and Nami- which only led to more shouting and arguing as you were just staring, a bit in shock.

-Oden wasn’t going to give up, telling Luffy to come back as they were all going to work together to rebuild Wano, something Luffy agreed to.

-At the harbor you clung to Kidd’s leg, as his arms were folded, trying to deny that he was flushed bright red at your affections, saying goodbye to him.

-You ran towards Law, and he smiled softly, kneeling but you bypassed him, running to Bepo instead, leaping into his arms, “I’ll miss you Bepo!” Law’s eyelid twitched lightly, seeing that you had slighted in him favor of Bepo, which got Kidd laughing, teasing him.

-You hugged Law afterwards before running to Whitebeard, “I’ll miss you grandpa- come visit again soon!” he promised, patting your head before you boarded your ship, waving goodbye to Yamato, Momo, Tama, and your other new friends.

-Once back out to sea, the newspaper was quick to arrive, showing multiple alliances, including Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy, as well as new bounty posters.

-Luffy and Ace were both comically pouting, sitting on their rears as they were looking at their posters, as Nami was scolding them, leaving them both covered in lumps as they were now both 3 billion beris, but they were pouting more because you were now worth 5 billion, getting the highest bounty, as the government were growing concerned with your abilities, seeing who you’ve brought back to life, not wanting that to happen with others- because if you did the world would fall into disarray.

-You beamed brightly as everyone was comparing their bounties, some were happier than others to see such high bounties. You couldn’t wait to see what would happen next on your next adventure!

[luffyvace]

Heyooo :D

Robin's anon back (ngjfnjff this is so funny to type I hope you don't mind 😭😭), could I request Robin with a male s/o who always take care of the crew ? (He's either like a big bro or a father for some of them) For example : He always makes sure Zoro sleeps in a comfortable position whenever he suddenly takes a nap after training, he always brings to Nami new inks, maps, pens..., candies for Chopper (just like Robin hehehehe), food for Luffy... but in process he kinda neglects himself because he prioritizes the crew above all.

Thank you again for your kindness and I wish you an amazing day/night. ❤️😊

OH HIII ROBIN’S ANON!! i don’t mind you addressing yourself as that at all it’s how i remember you:) 😭!

AWW male s/o sounds so sweet! of course i’ll do this request!!

anytime anyday anon💗💗 you have a wonderful day/night as well <3

YIPPIE I LOVE THIS GIF OF ROBIN<3

ENJOY YOUR HEADCANONS LOVELY ANONYMOUS!!

sooo!

your so helpful!!

“SNACKS! oh gee thanks m/n!”

-luffy

”mmmm…huh? PUT ME DOWN?! oh..hmm…zzzz”

-zoro

”come in! oh m/n, what’s up? is that for me?! thanksss m/n!! your the best! i was running out of paper actually!!….just for the record i don’t owe you any beri for this you know..😗”

-nami

”ahh! m/n! actually i need your help with something…i had usopp to build this shelf for my books only to realize it’s too high..could you get that red one down and..maybe make it lower? hahah 😅”

-chopper

”ohhh! m/n! look! it’s my latest invention!! the only problem is..i’m missing a key piece…see here? it needs something to generate it! could you go back to the island and find something for me?? thanks a lot! i knew i could count on you!”

-usopp

”MMMM/NNNNNNN!!!! MOOOORE SNAAAAAAAAACKS!!”

-luffy..again

”m/n! i’m trying to cook dinner but luffy keeps pestering me! think you could wrestle luffy to go play outside or something?!”

-sanji

”oi! m/n just in time! i need you to go help me test out this SUUUUUUPERRRRR new upgrade i’m making to the sunny! go unfurl the sails!”

-franky

”WHAT IN THE WORLD?! THE LOG POSE IS FACE A COMPLETE 180!! WERE GOING THE WRONG WAY!”

”oh! whoops! i asked m/n to unfurl the sails so i could-“

💥💥 😓 😬 😡✊

(yes this sequence again)

”M/N FIX THIS NOW”

-nami

”m/n!! how very good to see you! i’ve come up with a new song! would you like to hear it? very well—i shall play!”

-brook

you ran to the library as soon as you could and flopped into one of the chairs

a hand touched your shoulder and you wanted to just completely melt away from how tired you were

and yet you were gonna have to help another person

nope!

just robin:)

i mean you didn’t mind helping but…today’s been a long day

robin sits next to you

you air your complaints and get a lot of much needed stress off your shoulders

she sprouts two hands from your back to massage your shoulders and it felt really good

she gives you advice to start saying ‘no’ a little more and that it’s okay to take some time for yourself

she scolds you only a bit when you do this but only because she cares

and especially because she loves you

💗

robin had a hand in the bathroom preparing you a hot bath while you vented to her

after you were done she told you about the shower

and boy it was a real steamy one

just what you needed

robin always knows just what to do when your exhausted

but would prefer if you’d simply solve the problem at hand

LOL

she lectures you about this and man does it drag on

oh well you’d much rather hear her soothing voice than overexert yourself

she recommends you things like meditation and reading

and maybe even to go to chopper about it

especially if things get physical like your back or arms hurt

zoros’ heavy ok?

spawns a bunch of arms to chop your back if that’s what you need

shes the best really

brings you drinks and honestly just caters to you until your feeling better

by then your ready for a hot meal and some sleep

which is exactly what happens thankfully

you two holds hands in your sleep and cuddle a little closer that night

SO SWEET 🥲

these were shorter than my norm

it’s ok bc quality over quantity right?? you can always request more i’m just sleepy rn 😋

also this was in a slightly different writing style than usual so i hope you like!! it’s not permanent tho

[afrognamedfizzarolli]

Helluva Boss observations and easter eggs you may not have noticed!: Pilot

The pilot is both a great place and weird place to start, as it is our introduction to the cast and world, but also no longer considered canon. Many of the events and details we learn/see are later confirmed in the series itself, but there were quite a few changes.

I want to start off with some design changes!

With Millie, she used to have white roots visible, this actually kept up for a few of the early episodes. As we know now it seems imps have two noticeable instances of sexual dimorphism: females have black horns with thin white stripes and naturally black hair, and males have evenly sized black and white stripes on their horns and naturally black hair. We see many trans or otherly gender queer imps that dye their hair with visible roots. I assume Millie's design was changed when that was established to be a gender difference in imps.

Her heart tattoo is also much smaller, and switches sides (an animation error almost certainly) When the pilot first came out I actually thought she had a heart on both shoulders.

Some stuff with Stolas!

We see his hand outlined with a red glow at one point, presumably representing his magic. While in the series his magic is represented by blue. This is most likely due to the change of his character as he was originally planned to be a villain.

Not a design change, but I find it funny that Stolas' name in Blitzø's phone is "Creepy Mouth (aka one night stand bird dick)". Surprisingly all being spelled correctly.

Stolas' Grimore! I actually only noticed this on this last watch. It was a darker blue(purple? red? It changes in different scenes) and instead of the moon design it has a different insignia of his that we still see throughout the series in various places (notably on his bed) it also has no design on the back.

Little details!

I didn't realize before either that the woman who Moxxie is trying to shoot before Eddie gets in the way, is Eddie's mom. I'm sure this is something many others picked up on immediately though.

Speaking of which, the human news anchor shown at the end bares a striking resemblance to a character of Brandons: a news anchor named Flint Dicker.

A poster of "THE AMAZING IMP SIBLINGS" is on the wall of the conference room. Showing Blitzø, Barbie Wire, and another character labeled "Tilla". This was changed in the series to just being Blitzø and Barbie, Tilla's design being slightly altered and then used for their mom.

Hazbin easter eggs! Oh boy is there a lot of them.

In the commercial sequence we see in the room of one of the targets a framed drawing of Sir Pentious

In the background of when Blitzø is interviewing a previous client, there is a billboard for 666 News ft. A photo of Katie Killjoy, I especially love this one as Brandon ended up voicing her!

In Blitzø's office he had a vision board labeled "BOSS GOALS" with 5 drawings, in the center is Blitzø labeled "ME!" Top left we have Katie again, top right is a duck with a top hat and two $'s, this assumably referencing Lucifer, bottom left is Rosie, an arrow pointing to her hat labeled so eloquently "HAT" and lastly in the bottom right there is a more detailed drawing that looks to be Carmilla Carmine labeled "Moxxie drew not as good" this tracking later as in 1.05 "The Harvest Moon Festival" Moxxie talks about Carmine angelic weaponry, showing a great interest in her business.

Next is a dumpster in an alley with various graffiti. Notably, a face that looks to be Nifty, "ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS" and "HAPPY HOTEL". There is also a sinister face labeled "DEVIL". Im not sure if this is a specific refrence to anything though.

Lastly, one that I'm sure almost everyone noticed but feel the need to include, is we can see Loona watching Charlie's performance of "Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow"

Funny observations:

When the crew teleports into the church, we see maany people with some pretty detailed designs, I do not know if or what they may be referencing, but I have a strong suspicion it is something, my guess is that they are caricatures of some people who worked on the pilot. One person in specifically is wearing a jacket with a patch reading "WHEN YOU SEE IT" with a 👌

Signs! In the hospital we see a sign saying "WE SAVE LIVES" in faded text it reads between we and save "try to" and after lives another line is visible starting with "but" I cannot make out the rest.

Others show that they are in ward 13, the next room over labeled as 667, implying the room that Eddie was in is 666

A note is taped to the side of the fridge of the break room reading "LOONA DONT EAT MY LUNCH -MOXXIE"

Another thing I only noticed recently is when Blitzø sneaks out at the Goetia palace, he is naked except for his jacket, with the grimore serving as some creative censorship. (+Stella's beta design. I personally love her current design, but this one wasn't bad)

When Blitzø makes the comment about making Moxxie the employee of the month he holds up a small plaque as an example, a larger version of this same plaque, is visible on a wall in the commercial sequence.

While in their hazmat suits(idk if that's what these actually are), you can see the shape of Moxxie's bowtie under it

... and just Blitzø holding some targets panties, cause why not

There are a handful of other details, but I'm going to hold onto those as later on we see call backs to them. Also, I've spent a lot more on this than Id planned already, I have at least 3 hours on this one alone.

Please bare with me, I promise these will get more interesting the further we go in the series!

[sanjisboyfie]

DOMESTICITY: a shared interest among swordsmen

(keep safe) zoro + male reader

-> domestic series rise ‼️‼️

link to the fanfic where zoro and the male reader are based from <3

now, [name] and zoro had a rocky start in getting to know one and another. [name] bested zoro in a fight, which was a shame to zoro’s ego in of itself.

but there was one thing the two could bond over and not cause a fight about. their care for their weaponry. [name] never drew his blade, unless he was prepared to use it to kill. that was something he liked to have control over. not to swing around his sword so carelessly.

it was disrespectful to the katana and the previous wielder of it.

nevermind the fact it’d be inappropiate, but sometimes the mere exposure of the blade to air could cause a shift in the atmosphere. it was dangerous even when it was simply unsheathed. so [name] liked to avoid it causing trouble and kept it in its protective scabbard more than half the time.

to zoro, the sword was an incredible tool. [name]’s in particular had him facinated the first moment he saw it. so one day, he (surpirisingly) pushed his pride to the side and approached [name], in hopes of getting to talking about the sword.

“what’s its name?”

“arnold,” [name] grinned, enjoying the pissed off look on zoro’s face, “jokes, jokes! i don’t know it’s name, shanks never told it to me. he’d only ever call it kiddie names whenever he showed it to me.”

“that’s stupid,” zoro muttered in disappointment, “have you ever used it?”

[name] nodded, looking down at the sword. zoro took a seat next to [name] and looked at the blade intently. he almost looked like he was glaring at it. seeing zoro’s curiousity, [name] smiled gently and placed the blade into zoro’s lap.

“go on,” he said, motoining for zoro to expose the blade.

zoro gulped, sensing the strong power the weapon in front of him held, but got over his thoughts of doubt and simply unsheathed the sword in a swift motion. he felt sweat begin dripping down his skin the moment the blade was exposed. and he knew he had to put it back into its casing soon.

but still, he looked at the blade in amazement. a smirk came onto his lips before he could realize it and now he was looking at it with his pupils blown wide. the only reason why he was knocked out of his dreamlike state was because [name] whislted lowly at him.

“this is the happiest i’d ever seen you,” [name] said with a cheesy smile, “it’s a nice expression,”

zoro turned away from the blade and put it back into its casing. roughly, he shoved it back into [name]’s hands.

“easy there, no need to be so angsty about it,” [name] said, bringing the sword to rest on his shoulder. “what about yours?”

“i need to clean them, actually,” zoro said, cutting the conversation short and going to stand up to leave. but [name] grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“let me come with you,”

zoro really valued his alone time, especially with how rambunctious their crew was. and that alone time was designated to two things: sleep and sword cleaning. both of which he took very seriously.

but with the way [name] was looking at him, it was impossible to refuse. it could save time, he also told himself, accounting for the fact he had three swords to take care of. so he allowed [name] to follow him, bringing out the small kit and putting the katanas on display for him.

he grabbed wado ichimonji on instinct, taking it into his hands to gently care for. [name] hummed as he picked one of the remaining two and began going to work. the two were sitting in silence, gently taking care of the blades.

[name] focused intently on not messing this up, knowing how much each of zoro’s blades meant to him. he gently “poked” and “prodded” at the blade with the fluffy ball at the end of the stick, careful in each of his movements.

zoro, unknown to him, had a careful eye on [name], to watch him as he handled his weapons. but after some time, he recognized [name]’s skillful and careful movements. the man did own his own katana, after all.

and after that session, it seemed that the two developed a habit of cleaning zoro’s swords together. given the fact [name] had never used his sword, he didn’t need to clean it. so they were only having to clean three blades. zoro would always take wado ichimonji while [name] would take care of the other two.

it was a serene sight, if anyone was lucky to catch it. the two, who were usually bickering, were silently bonding over their shared interest and care for katanas. it was a wordless and silent exchange that always happened and zoro appreciated that.

after any major battle, or whenever zoro felt that his blades were rather neglected, he’d find [name], shoot him a particular look, and then that caused [name] to come bounding in his direction — ready to clean the katanas.

it was a routine, at this point, and neither of them minded the silent company. it was always pleasant.

[sortofanobsession]

One More Diaz (911 Buddie A/B/Ω AU WIP) Part 1

Author's Note: This WIP I started in January has grown into a monster! I had to break it up for editing purposes and posting. So this is part 1. Part 2 has a bit of work still that needs to be done, but I promised to get more of it posted and it has both preview parts in it, so I just decided to post it as a large chunk.

Tag Requests and Prompts are open.

Content warning: Male Alpha/ Male Omega pairing, mpreg, angst, vomiting, morning sickness.

Alpha Buck/Omega Eddie

Word Count: 4k+ (would be longer but posts have character limits I never realized)

Part 2

Eddie is panicking. His life was just getting back on track. He was finally back in a good place. He had his job. His relationship with his parents was okay. Christopher was thriving. And after nearly having to sit there and do nothing after Buck was struck by lightning. Eddie had finally made a move on the alpha. They had been together ever since. 

The emotional aftermath of that had led to a mind-blowing three day heat for the omega. Eddie had thought they had taken the necessary precautions. But precautions sometimes fail. They failed spectacularly based on the three tests that sat on the bathroom counter. Eddie had been feeling increasingly run down and nauseous. He had hoped it was something he'd caught on a call or maybe at Christopher’s school. But nope. The only thing he caught was himself on his alpha dick while heat sick and cock stupid. And damn was he stupid. He and Buck hadn't been together all that long. They had barely discussed how to handle work and a relationship. And Christopher. What would Christopher think? Eddie shook his head and shoved all the tests to the back of a drawer. He couldn't lose it now. He didn't have time to cry. He had a shift to get ready for. 

The omega gets butterflies as he walks into the firehouse and is met with the gorgeous blue eyes and thousand watt smile of his alpha. The father of his unborn pup. And that thought has Eddie's stomach twist and bile rising in his throat. He fights it back but it must show on his face because Buck’s smile is gone. The worried alpha now headed towards the locker room, knowing that was Eddie's first stop. 

The omega tries to focus on changing into his uniform as he opens his locker. He was begging his body not to betray him. Just give him a day or two so he can figure out how to tell Buck. They weren't even bonded. Did Buck even want a-

“Hey,” Buck's voice cuts through the omega's uneasy thoughts and grounds him. The alpha always had that effect on him. Everything seemed so much more bearable when Buck was around. “Take a breath,” the alpha says. Eddie realizes that he hadn't just been stuck in his head. He had been visibly tense and just standing there, hadn't even put his uniform shirt on yet. It was clenched in his balled fist. He feels Buck’s fingers carefully remove the shirt from his hand. “Breathe, Eddie.” Eddie takes a shuddering breath. And then another, until he has cleared his mind enough that the tension in his shoulders leaves. “That's good,” the alpha says with a grin. The grin only grows as the omega doesn't fight or argue as the alpha carefully dresses him. “You good?” Buck asks once Eddie is mostly dressed. And the omega seems mostly snapped out of it. 

Eddie opens his mouth to tell the alpha that he is fine now, that he appreciated his help, but right then Ravi approached them. Ravi must have been helping Bobby make breakfast for the crew because it clings to the younger man’s form and has the omega bolting for the nearest trash can. Setting off a series of events Eddie had desperately been avoiding. 

That was how Eddie found himself sitting in Bobby's office. Door closed so it was just him and the captain, much to Buck's dismay. 

Hen had swooped in, pulled medical rank, and kicked everyone else out of the locker room. She knew. Of course she knew. Hen always knew. But Eddie had been unbelievably grateful for that. She had offered to cover for him, but she told him it wouldn't take long for everyone to figure it out. Eddie might be good at hiding a lot of things, emotions, bruises, illegal activities, not that he does any of those any more. No. But this was something he wouldn't be able to hide long. His body was already making it known. Even his scent had started to change. 

“The longer you wait, the worse it will be, those sad blue eyes were your weakness before you were carrying his kid. You're in for it now,” she had told him. And the omega knew she was right. Just a glimpse of the worry in those blue eyes he so often got lost in when he'd looked back at him before the female beta kicked everyone out made his heart hurt. He was terrible at keeping things from Buck, even before they were together. 

The omega remembers where he is when Bobby sits down behind his desk with a sigh.

“How long have you known?” The captain asks. 

“Took three tests this morning,” Eddie admits. “But it'd been putting it off for a few days, but kind of obvious now.” The omega lets out a nervous laugh. He hadn't planned on telling anyone anything yet. “Haven't even called the doctor’s office yet.”

“You should get on that,” Bobby states. And Eddie could appreciate the fact his boss wasn't using his alpha or his captain tone. It was just a suggestion but Eddie was already planning on it. So he nods. 

“I know,” the omega sighs. He can tell his boss has a million questions but isn't sure what to say. “Yes, it's Buck’s. Yes, I'm going to tell him. No, I don't plan on doing anything stupid.”

That earns an amused chuckle from the alpha. “I figured,” Bobby says. “But you know what this means right?”

“Medic duty or desk duty?” Eddie asks. 

“You’re with Hen on the rig for now,” the captain states. “No fires, no dangerous rescues, no hero stuff.”

“That's always more of Buck's thing,” Eddie smiles. Earning another laugh from the captain. 

“You both live for the daring rescues, but-”

“Oh believe me, my boots are staying on the ground for a good long while. Just the idea of that stupid ladder makes my stomach twist.” The omega wasn't lying. The sway of the ladder even with the stabilizers out would probably have him losing his lunch at this rate. Hell, he'd probably lose it just watching Buck up there, especially after what had happened. 

“Just try not to push yourself too much, the first few months are always the worst for it.”

“Oh believe me, I know,” the omega sighs. 

Buck was waiting for him outside Bobby’s office. The captain just shook his head and grinned. Heading off to make something that the omega could hopefully keep down for breakfast. 

“Are you okay?” Buck asks. And his concern is written all over his face. The omega nods as he glances around. 

“There's something I need to tell you,” Eddie says before leading somewhere more private. The silent conference room.

The silence must be gnawing at the alpha because as soon as the door to the conference room shuts he asks. “What's going on, Eddie? You're not like…”

The omega holds his breath as he lets the alpha find whatever word he is searching for. 

“Sick, right? Like sick, sick. You'd have told me right? Because-”

And Eddie thinks it's adorable how Buck rambles when he's nervous. But Eddie might as well just rip the bandaid off on this one. Half the team already knew. 

“I'm pregnant,” he tells him. The blunt nature of the statement has the normally animated alpha stilling. It's painfully quiet for a beat.

“You’re…You are…we-”

“Yes, we,” Eddie gestures between himself and the alpha. “You're the only one I've been with since-”

“Since Ana,” Buck says, cringing slightly at the memory of the omega he has been in love with longer than he'd been willing to admit was with someone else. “Right, yeah, okay. So…”

“So it's yours,” Eddie clarifies.

“Mine,” the alpha repeats. And the omega gets nervous as it gets quiet again. The only noise is the sound of Eddie's fingers tapping on the table he stands beside. 

“You don't have to-” Eddie starts but is cut off by the alpha's lips crashing against his.

“So you're not upset?”

“Upset?” The alpha laughs. “Eddie, you just told me we are going to have a kid. This is amazing. I was worried you were like dying or something. Freaked me out. The idea of losing you-” 

It's Eddie's turn to silence his alpha. He can't help it.

“I love you,” Eddie says and he is glad he did because Buck looks even happier, if that was even possible with how excited he had seemed before. The alpha is hauling him into a kiss again.

“Love you too,” Buck says against Eddie's lips. And Eddie tries to push the alpha away because he had only rinsed his mouth out after the nausea got the best of him, but Buck didn't care. Not in the slightest. He’d do a lot more than kiss the omega if he could get away with it. He wanted to show his omega how happy he had made him. How happy his inner alpha was at the idea of Eddie carrying his pup. His imagination already took the idea and ran with it and it had a growl rumbling through his chest. And the shiver that runs through the omega has the alpha pinning him to the table. Their make out session is cut short by a knock on the door before it opens. An amused Hen leans on the door frame. 

“All right, lovebirds,” she says with a grin. “Cap says food is ready.” Eddie groans. “The vent fans are on and Ravi changed his shirt, with much complaining, so you should be fine. Also, next time, close the damn blinds.”

“Thanks, Hen,” Eddie says.

“Mmhmm,” she says with a wave as she leaves. 

Buck has not moved. Eddie sighs. 

“Buck…” he starts. The alpha kisses him one last time before he pulls away and stands up. 

“You need to eat,” Buck states. He holds his hand out to the omega and hauls him up. 

“Hopefully, I can keep it down,” Eddie grumbles.

“We’ll find you something,” Buck squeezes his hand as they head to the loft. 

They tell the team during breakfast since everyone had questions as to why Eddie was being taken off rescues. Everyone was excited for them. 

Buck insists on going home with Eddie. And the omega didn't mind. But it ended up Buck following him home. And it's oddly comforting and sweet to look through his rearview mirror to see his alpha. And it has warmth spreading through his chest. 

Christopher is thrilled as he always is when Buck follows Eddie in. Carla gives Eddie a knowing look. He follows her into the kitchen. 

“You tell him?” She asks Eddie when it is clear Christopher has Buck’s attention in the living room. 

“Yeah,” Eddie admits. She had been trying to get him to test since the first time she had picked Christopher up from school and the boy complained he was nearly late that day because Eddie overslept and seemed sick. The female omega had tried to gently nudge the anxious man to confirm what she already knew. 

“So it went well?” She asks. Before Eddie could answer Buck was planting a kiss on Eddie's cheek as he moved past him to grab Christopher a drink from the fridge. And just as fast as he came in, he leaves. 

“Told you he'd be all in,” she grins. 

“I know,” Eddie sighs. “We’re going to tell Christopher.” 

“He’s going to be so happy.”

“I hope so,” the nervous omega says. 

“He will,” Carla assures him. “Right, well since you're both here, I'm going to head out.”

Eddie looks over at his stove and he doesn't have it in him to cook. He leans heavily against the counter as he tries to figure out what to do. He must have taken too long in the kitchen after Carla left because Buck came looking for him.

“You okay?” the alpha asks as he makes his way over to his omega. 

“Yeah,” The omega nods and answers. “Just tired.”

Buck runs his hands up and down his omega's arms to soothe him. “Too tired to stick to the plan or…” The alpha smiles when Eddie leans against him. 

“Nah, he deserves to know,” Eddie says. 

“Why don't you go relax, I’ll order something to eat.” Buck says, he gives into his inner alpha and kisses the omega's temple. Earning a contented hum from Eddie. The tired omega shifts and buries his face in the alpha’s shoulder. 

“Dad?” Christopher calls. 

Eddie looks up quickly to see his son in the doorway. 

“Hey bud,” Eddie says. “What's up?” His son seems to eye him skeptical. It was silent for a moment. 

“Hey superman,” Buck says. “How's pizza sound?”

Christopher nods, “Unless dad’s not feeling-”

“I'm okay, bud,” Eddie is quick to assure him. “And pizza’s fine with me.”

“Are you sure?” Christopher still sounds unconvinced.

“Want to just do it now?” Buck whispers to Eddie. It sends an involuntary shiver through the omega. “Will probably make him worry less if he knows what's going on,” the alpha adds.

Eddie nods. He takes a deep breath. The fact that his senses are filled with the alpha's scent calms his nerves just a bit. Buck was there no matter how this went. They’d figure it out as a family, a pack. He turns towards Christopher. 

“There's something important we need to talk to you about, Christopher,” Eddie starts.

“If it's that you're dating, I kind of know that already,” Christopher says. 

That gets a huff of a laugh from the alpha. “That tracks.”

Eddie grins. “I know, Carla told me you figured that out already.”

“So, what is it?”

Eddie looks back at Buck and honestly, the alpha looks so excited he might lose it. “You tell him.” And the smile that takes over the alpha's face makes the hormonal omega's heart soar. 

“You're going to be a big brother, bud,” Buck tells Christopher. And the omega holds his breath as Christopher processes that information, looking between Buck and Eddie. 

“You're having a pup?” Christopher looks over at his dad. 

Eddie nods, “Is that okay?” 

Christopher huffs. “That's a stupid question.” But the smile on his face betrays him. “It's better than okay, it's awesome.” Buck laughs. 

Eddie sighs. 

“Had us going there for a second, kid,” Buck grins. He ruffles Christopher's hair. “Now go watch TV while I order food.”

“Okay, Buck,” Christopher says. 

“Well, that was…” Buck chuckles as he goes over and pulls Eddie against him. The way the omega stays against him like a puppet that had its strings cut makes him think that maybe the kid had his own suspicions and was teasing them a bit. “That kid is too smart for his own good.”

“Or ours,” Eddie mumbles as he buries his face in Buck's neck again. 

“True, but he's going to be an amazing big brother,” the alpha assures.

“Yeah, he will,” the omega can't help but picture it. A little pack all their own. Buck, Eddie, Christopher and a tiny little pup. It’s the first time he's really let himself believe it. And it brings tears of joy to his eyes. Tears that the alpha must feel because he is pulling back just enough to look at the omega. The smile and sweet scent of his happy partner is enough to remove any worry the alpha had in the moment. 

“Go relax,” the alpha insists. “I’ll be right there.”

After Dinner Eddie falls asleep watching a movie with Christopher. Buck takes the opportunity to check his phone. There are a handful of messages from Chimney begging him to tell Maddie because if he doesn't Chim might. And the alpha chuckles to himself. He tells Chim to relax. He’s meeting her for breakfast in the morning. 

Buck smiles as he greets his sister with a hug.

“You look happy,” the female beta grins as they sit down. 

“I am,” Buck tells her. 

“How's Eddie and Christopher?” 

“Christopher is good, just dropped him at school.”

“And your omega?” She teases. 

“He's probably still in bed,” Buck says. She gives him an amused look. “Morning sickness will do that.” 

“Evan…are you telling me,” Maddie rushes to ask. “You're having a pup? Evan Buckley! How am I just learning about this?”

“I just found out yesterday, the team did too because Eddie is having a hard time keeping anything down.”

“First few months can be rough,” she says. “But I'm sure you're already all over that.” 

“Yeah, Bobby's been a big help. Moved Eddie to the rig with Hen. Working on helping him figure out what he can eat.”

“I'm so excited for you guys.” The beta female smile and scent exudes comfort and familiarity that brings so much joy to the alpha.

“I'm just shocked Chim didn't spoil the surprise,” Buck chuckles to avoid the overwhelming onset of emotions. His life had gotten so.much better in a single day. And his sister seemed so proud of him. He loved them all so much. His pack. 

“It does explain why he avoided talking about you or Eddie. I thought maybe a ring, not a pup, but I'm excited now. Evan, you are going to be an amazing dad. You already are really. Christopher adores you.”

“Well, he's the best so that's easy,” Buck nods, but he had one question he was unsure about. “How do you think mom and dad will react?” the alpha asks.

“They’ll be happy if your guys are happy. They already love Christopher.”

“You think?”

“I know.” 

“We know, mijo,” Isabel Diaz says with a grin after he tells them the news. Tia Pepa laughs at the shocked look on the omega’s face.

“You’re not very subtle, Edmundo,” his aunt states. “You might want to call your mother before one of your cousins does.” His abuela quickly agrees. “Or one of your boys lets it slip.” 

Eddie’s parents were happy for him when he told them. They promise to visit soon. 

Over the next few weeks Buck manages to make arrangements for his apartment. His landlord agrees to let him out of the lease, it was a fight at first but the alpha agrees to pay the early termination fee with little argument. Eddie thought they could have done better but Buck just wanted it done. The team and Maddie had helped him move what he needed. Eddie complains the whole time since Buck won't let him do anything but supervise. The omega ends up making sure everything is sorted and labeled probably.

Buck moving in was almost too easy. He didn't need to keep much. He didn't have a whole lot he cared about. Most of his furniture had been picked by his ex. His sentimental items would easily find a home at Eddie's or stored away for use when they needed a bigger home. An inevitability that would probably happen sooner, rather than later. 

Buck had practically lived at Eddie's long before he moved in. He spent most of his free time there even before the pair got together. So Buck had long been familiar with the Diaz family routines. He knew where everything was and the trio were shockingly good at navigating the space without frustration. The opposite really. It made Eddie unbelievably happy. The omega’s heart soared at how easily at home his alpha was in his space. How Christopher had helped find homes for the Alpha's belongings among the cupboards, shelves and drawers throughout the house. At one point during the process Buck had pulled Eddie into his arms and the omega nearly cried at how right everything felt. It was like things made more sense the way they were now that Buck's photos were added to the tables and walls. 

Buck can't believe how right it feels every time he walks in the door to what is now their home. Going home to his omega and son always had a smile forming on the alpha's face and a warm feeling in his chest. He had always believed that the most important thing he could feel as an alpha was pride. That is what his dad and his coaches always said. Pride felt good. It might be important to most alphas, but it was nothing compared to what Buck felt now. Days like this made him feel bad for those pride focused alphas. Because nothing hit Buck harder or made him feel more alive than coming home to his pack, his family. He felt so much love the alpha thinks that life can't get better. He thinks that, but every time he finds out he is wrong in the best way possible. 

It was early and the house was quiet. It had been a long shift and it was worse when they worked different shifts. He had worked at the station before Eddie had joined the team, but it was different now. The two of them were partners. Partners in anything and everything even before they got together. Not having Eddie there was like someone had taken away half of what made him good at his job. The omega would argue Buck was always good at his job. He didn't need Eddie for that. But Buck was always better when Eddie was there. Bobby had reminded him he'd have to get used to it. Eddie could take up to a year off. Even if he knew it was for the best, Buck knew he wouldn't like it. Buck’s thoughts circle back to what started his mind on this track when after checking in on a sleeping Christopher he makes his way to the room he and Eddie share. And Buck has never felt anything like the sheer amount of love he feels when he sees Eddie. Eddie looks adorable, something Eddie will never admit he is, bundled in what is basically a nest of blankets and Buck’s clothes. He knew it was a thing omegas did, especially pregnant ones, but seeing it when it's your omega? It's beautiful. The alpha moves as silently as possible. Eddie was a light sleeper usually, and sometimes just the change of having Buck's fresh scent in the air was enough to wake him on bad nights when he came in. But the omega must be exhausted, or maybe just really comfy, to sleep this deep. Buck was glad he had showered at the station before he left. He quickly gets ready and carefully moves to join his omega. Which the alpha isn't surprised finally wakes his sleeping partner. 

“Just me,” Buck assures him and the effect is instantaneous. Eddie just hums as what little tension the disturbance caused vanishes. The omega reaches out to pull the alpha towards him. Buck chuckles at the way Eddie scents him once Buck is nestled in. The barely awake omega burying his face in his lover’s neck before quickly falling back asleep. Buck has no complaints. Eddie is tucked tight against him and they would stay that way for a few more hours. Then, begrudgingly, the alpha would have to let go so Eddie could get Christopher ready for school. At least Buck would know Eddie had a partial good night's rest. 

When Buck got up it was late morning. Christopher was already at school.

“Morning,” Eddie said when Buck walked into the kitchen. “How'd the shift go?” Eddie silently waited and watched with amusement as Buck shrugged and got a cup of coffee. “One of those mornings, huh?” Eddie grinned. 

He was answered by the alpha draining half the hot drink and then making his way over to where Eddie was leaned against the counter. The alpha buried his face in the omega neck. 

“That bad?” Eddie chuckles. The omega's fingers card through the taller man’s hair. 

“Shifts are too long,” Buck says, half mumbled in Eddie's shoulder and neck. Eddie smiles and nods. He gets that. Sometimes a shift could drag on even if it had plenty of calls to deal with. It was the downtime that got you. 

“Missed you too,” Eddie says. That has the alpha pulling back so he can probably kiss him. “Hungry?” Eddie asks when they pull apart and Buck goes for the rest of his caffeine fix. Eddie laughs at the nod and mumbled “yes, please,” and “starving”, from the alpha. Eddie might not be the best cook but he had made extra pancakes from a mix he and Chris, thanks to Carla, had long ago discovered could be made during his off days. The mix could be made in pancakes and frozen or just save them having to do it every day. Because they couldn't survive off cereal alone. Not when Chris was growing like a weed and Eddie worked a physically intense job. Occasionally, they'd do waffles or something special, but today had been a pancake day. So getting the alpha's ready was easy. 

Buck watched Eddie make the one meal the omega had confidence in making. The alpha could get used to mornings like this.

[0lshadyl0]

How would Yandere Sabo (and shanks ) react if their darling show interest in another person?(im ok with Drabble or HCs or just your thoughts on the matter ) (How would their react if their show interest in male or even a female interest ?) 🥰

Babe, have you woken up on the wrong side of the bed and chosen violence as the solution to all the problems of your day? do you want to watch the world burn? they are both jealous people, and it's a bad idea to show interest in someone other than them, because they're both the type of yandere who, if need be, will take down the competition, most of all Shanks, at least Sabo is merciful enough to give a second chance, a painful second chance, Shanks in return… you're not going to see that sword come cutting you in half

Sabo is violently jealous, not with his darling, but of Darling's love interest. That poor wretch, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, will experience what it is like not to be able to walk for a few months, yes, that's his star move apart from breaking your skull (and honestly it's better not to walk for a while or be paralyzed than lose your whole life) just imagine:

A poor man or woman in a dark alley, on a cold moonless night, scared, clothes torn until they were practically naked, covered in bruises, an occasional tooth missing, eyes swollen with an unpleasant color, knees bent awkwardly unnatural as they try to beg for mercy from that strange figure that has been beating them for hours

"Clemency?, I'm being merciful to you right now with this, what she asked of me was much worse, but, if you survive tonight, disappear and never be near y/n again because if so, She will realize that I did not do the favor as she wanted"

Oh yeah, for all the love interests you have, in their minds, you are the bad guy, a witch who can't see anyone happy or is jealous of someone else's beauty or success. Sabo is just a man in love that indeed you manipulated to hurt other people since he is strong and has influences

In short, you are the worst

In the case of Shanks, there are no second chances, if your love interest is a man, leave him for dead, you show interest in that person one day and the next he has already suffered a tragic accident

Although it also depends on his mood, Shanks isn't a bad person after all, and he usually doesn't resort to violence as easily as other people would, but when he makes a decision, he makes sure it's permanent

You also have to take into account other factors of who your love interest is, it definitely cannot be any of his crew since absolutely everyone, even the most stupid of them, knows that you are the captain’s woman, so no one will try to get your attention and in the unfortunate case that they do, they will try to avoid you or treat you badly so that you lose interest; This is one of the few scenarios where Shanks and the rest of the crew accept that you are not treated with respect, that is, the crew appreciate you, but you are putting the life of a nakama at risk, please be more aware and just look at the captain

If your love interest is not part of his crew, is not someone of importance, and is a man, Shanks can go two routes, if he is feeling in a good mood, he will simply make that person unattractive, not only to you but also for the whole world, Shanks will make one or some of his subordinates take care of that person, how? you may ask, I don't have the answer, but let's say that some limbs of the body are missing and now your love interest looks a bit… disfigured, honestly, it's kind of sad to see

The second route is the classic disappear your love interest from your sight and kill him, there is not much to imagine there, his body will end up buried on any random island (because Shanks has principles) or it will be thrown into the sea to be eaten of some marine king and all this behind your back

"How strange, yesterday I met a very nice man on this island, but today I can't find him anywhere" you sigh a little disappointed for not seeing the young man who had caught your attention

"Seriously? It's a shame y/n, who wouldn't want to see a woman as attractive as you again" says Shanks as he continued to drink from his bottle of liquor, sitting on top of a barrel, located exactly above where the body of the man you were pining for at that moment lay buried lifeless "but don't worry, you still have your beloved captain to give you all the attention a pretty young woman like you needs" he winks at you to let out a laugh which makes you laugh since it is contagious since he is very charismatic

Well, I was telling you that in the case of Sabo, regardless of gender, your love interest will suffer a terrible beating and blame you for the rest of their life since you are the cause of their misery; with Shanks, it is different, after all, he has a weakness for women, especially if they are young and beautiful

Do not be confused or angry, obviously, you are the number one in his heart, the one who will become his woman, his official wife, and the mother of his future children, but he is not blind, if that girl caught your interest, wouldn't she catch his interest too?

Here are three options that I'll quickly explain because there isn't much to say in these situations and the post is getting long (seriously, why can't I make short posts?):

Option one – Polyamorous relationship as your love interest is not a man, which means that she does not have the natural way to impregnate you, she is not a threat to him and his goals, she is a blessing in disguise, now he has not one but two beautiful young and fertile women, in this scenario he would let you go and pursue your crush, but obviously he will do the same

Let's be honest, as pretty and nice as you are, you could be Boa Hancock with the personality of Nico Robin, you're no match for Shanks, your love interest will fall at the feet of the charismatically sexy redhead and be his girlfriend you will have no choice but to enter into a relationship with him if you also want to be with your crush

at least the threesomes will be amazing, Shanks will give them both a lot of love (and cum) and wait for both of them to get pregnant at the same time, so their children will have someone to grow up with

Option two – Lesbianism does not triumph today in this scenario we can say that your love interest, despite meeting the requirements of being young, attractive, and fertile, her personality is not to the taste of the redhead, (it could probably be because she spoke bad of you or you were not as interesting to her as she was to you and she communicated it to Shanks in a way that he did not end up liking), more importantly, your love interest is not interested in other women, rather sees them as competition

So Shanks, respecting your love interest's sexual orientations, which definitely makes getting rid of her easier, he'll either help monetarily to get her out of your sight or get her a partner of her liking, whichever It ends in, you will not have the girl you like, better settle with your captain

Option Three – What are those chains for? Easy, fast, and simple, she meets the requirements of what he likes, but either her personality is disgusting, or she probably talks bad about you or she doesn't like you or maybe she likes you too, but she doesn't plan on sharing you with the captain, much less accepting his seed in her womb and having children with him, and Shanks isn't feeling generous in that scenario because of her response

So the Yonkou makes the most reasonable decision he can make while in a bad mood, knock her out, and let his entire crew take advantage of her (those who want to, I know my dear Benn is a decent, principled man, who likes mutual consent and will only give his dick to nice girls who deserve it) then chains her up and sells her for a cheap price (because he won't even give her the privilege of being a high-class slave which is why she was gang raped for several weeks) to the human auction house in the Sabaody Archipelago

And you, you never realized what happened, yesterday you talked to her, and today she is gone

[jessybarnes]

Obedience

Title: Obedience

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actor!Female!Reader x Sebastian Stan

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2,862

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, bondage/restraints, knife play, implied metal arm kink, pet names, use of the term sir, kissing, crying, face sitting, light dom/sub, oral sex (female receiving), implied oral sex (male receiving), implied vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, marking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that’s it. 

Written For: @kinktober2022 and @anyfandomaubingo

Square(s) Filled: Voyeurism for Kinktober 2022 // Free Space for AFG AU Bingo

Beta(s): None

Being a guest star in a movie is stressful. 

You’ve only been acting for around two and a half years, so it still amazes you that you landed a spot in a Marvel movie. The MCU has a huge fanbase, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t know who the Avengers were. Actually watching the movies was another story. You’ve been meaning to sit down and crank out all twenty-something movies. You really have, but your schedule’s been too booked.

If you had known how drop-dead gorgeous the cast members were you probably would have canceled some plans and watched them sooner. They all look like they were carved by Michelangelo himself. 

You follow one of the PAs, Stephanie, into one of the main filming sets to get ready for your coverage. Even though you weren’t playing a recurring character, you still loved getting to tour the whole set and meeting everyone who works behind the scenes. 

Just as you’re about to get the rundown of what to expect on your first day of filming, Chris Evans walks through one of the side doors wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that looks like it’s two sizes too small. You can’t help but stare as he talks to one of the producers. Your eyes take in how his pants hang low on his narrow waist, the way his arms look like they’re going to rip through his shirt at any given moment, and his ass? God, he really lives up to the whole ‘America’s Ass’ statement.

Stephanie realizes you’re not listening to her anymore and follows your gaze, chuckling when she sees who you’re looking at. 

“So, you like Chris, hm?”

You blush furiously and pray that neither Chris nor the producer heard her comment. 

“Yeah … I mean he’s umm … really tall.”

Steph giggles and takes your arm, pulling you toward the two men. 

“C’mon, let me introduce you. Chris always likes to meet the guest stars. Well, all the boys do, but Chris especially does.”

Your heart thuds hard against your chest as you get closer to them. It looks like they're reading over part of the script, but you can’t be sure since they’re whispering. Chris turns and smiles warmly at the two of you and extends his hand. 

“Hi, there! You must be the new guest star. Y/N is it?”

You take his big hand in yours and admire how his fingers almost completely cover your smaller ones. His skin is warm and his fingertips are calloused, and you can’t stop the image of him pushing three of his those fingers deep into your pussy. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop a moan and watch as Chris hones in on your mouth. 

“Yes, I’m Y/N. It’s umm…It’s very nice to meet you, Chris.”

You take your hand back and nervously play with the hem of your shirt as he stares at you. Even though you don’t think he’s meaning to, he’s really emanating dominance. Chris looks you up and down quickly before turning his attention to another crew member whom you hadn’t noticed until now. 

“Hey, Chris they need you in hair and makeup. We start shooting in forty-five minutes.”

Stephanie watches as he gives you a small smirk and a wave before heading down a hallway. She then leads you to the costume trailer so you can get fitted for your proper villain attire. You’ll be playing one of Hydra’s minions who has information on a secret base’s whereabouts. Your character will get captured by Steve, Bucky and Natasha and get interrogated for said info. If you’re being honest, it’s the interrogation you’re most excited about. You've heard stories from your friends who are avid Marvel fans about how sexy the two super soldiers are when they get authoritative.  

Soon you’re sporting a tight body suit complete with a weapon’s belt and a thigh holster and are being led to the threshold of an old warehouse. Neither of them are there yet, but they can’t be far behind you. The anticipation of acting out this scene with them is making your heart race. 

A few moments later another crew member, who you can only assume works somewhere in the props department, strides over to you carrying a thick coil of rope. She lays it on the lone desk and motions for you to sit. Once you do, a couple of other people come in to remove everything but you and the metal chair. 

“Hello Y/N, my name is Tori, have you ever been tied to a chair before?”

If you weren’t so nervous you would laugh because damn what an introduction that is. Instead, you shake your head and hold your arms out in front of you. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Tori. No, I haven’t been, but I’m assuming you want me like this?”

Tori giggles and walks behind you while uncoiling the rope.

“Actually sweetie, I need you to put both wrists thru the openings in the back of the chair. I’m gonna tie your wrists back here instead. The rope will be kinda snug, but I don’t want you to be nervous. All you gotta do is say something and we will cut you free alright? Oh, and another thing, the boys can kinda be … what’s the word I’m looking for? … Intimidating, yes intimidating when it comes to scenes like this. If you need a break, don’t be afraid to let them know okay? They are hypersensitive to guest stars’ needs, and no one will blame you if you need to take a breather.”

You’re glad everyone is so kind and approachable. This is probably one of the best sets you’ve ever worked on. Just as Tori is securing the final knot on your restraints, Sebastian, Chris, and Scarlett all walk in wearing their usual character attire. They’re all laughing about something, but stop when they notice you sitting in the center of the room.  

You feel so exposed as they all stare at you. Sebastian and Scarlett walk toward you while Chris stays rooted to the spot. The other two get close to you and squat down to your level, their smiles calming your overactive nerves.  

“Hi, there sweetheart! It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Scarlett, and this is Sebastian. You’re Y/N, right? Chris told us he already got the pleasure of meeting you.”

You fix your gaze on Chris who is blushing slightly. You blink as you take that in because why on earth would someone of his caliber be interested in someone like you? You then turn your eyes back to the other two in front of you and give each of them a kind smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you both. I’d uhh … I’d shake your hands, but I’m kinda tied up.”

Sebastian chuckles and pats you lightly on the thigh. 

“With that sense of humor, you’ll fit right in!”

Just as you’re about to come up with a witty reply, the director walks into the room with a clipboard. 

“Okay, everyone, let’s get started shall we? We’ve only got Y/N for a few hours today, so let’s be on our best behavior boys.”

Chris and Sebastian both snicker while Scarlett rolls her eyes. They all take their places and allow themselves a moment to get into character. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before opening them again, testing the bonds to set the scene. They dig into your skin a little bit but it’s nothing you can’t handle.  

Once action is called, you can definitely see a change in Chris and Sebastian’s demeanor. Scarlett too, but it’s both of the men that make you swallow thickly. It’s as if they’re completely different people. Which is a good thing since they’re such great actors. Sebastian strides up to you, his eyes dark with menace, and pulls out a knife from one of the holsters on his belt. He circles the chair, and the thudding of his boots hits the concrete like a slow metronome. Finally, he stops and kneels down so his face is mere inches from yours. The blunt edge of the blade rests against your sternum and even though it’s plastic it looks very much real. 

“Now, listen here you bitch, my patience is running thin. Just tell me where the secret base is, and I won’t drag this out any longer than it needs to be.”

You smile maliciously and laugh, "You Avengers always think you can just get whatever you want. Well, I’ve got news for your little band of misfits. You might as well kill me now because none of you are getting any answers from me. Especially you, James.”

Sebastian takes the knife and slices open a particular spot in your outfit. It doesn’t look like much now, but once the necessary effects are added, there’ll be plenty of blood to make it look all the more realistic. You squirm and scream, letting your breaths become heavy before replying through gritted teeth. 

“Is that all you’ve got? Guess I better go tell the other Hydra agents that Natasha, Steve, and his best pal, Bucky are going soft.”

Chris’s upper lip curls into a snarl, and you feel your panties dampen at the sight. You’re sure they’ll be ruined before this take is even over, but you don’t break character. Scarlett walks around to your backside, while Chris comes up to Sebastian’s flank. You’re focused on Bucky’s metal arm and the way Sebastian curls it into a fist, and even though you’re thinking about what it would feel like to have those cool fingers fucking your cunt, you make yourself look scared and try to break through the rope. 

You feel someone grab your hair and yank your head back to expose the delicate skin of your neck to Seb’s blade. Chris leans down until his mouth is right next to your ear, and it takes all of your self-control to stay in character and hold back a moan. 

“Are you gonna talk now, or are we going to have to force you? Because believe me, Bucky, Natasha, and I aren’t the least bit scared of a lowlife Hydra recruit like you.” 

You bite your lip right as the director calls cut. Tori comes up and cuts you free while they commend you on how good the scene was. Apparently, that take is enough because you’re told you can go and get changed and shower. 

Once you’re back in the guest trailer, you strip out of your clothes and fold them neatly on the dresser. You technically don’t need to shower since you just took one this morning, but you did need to cool off after shooting that scene. Chris’s power over you is almost too much. Plus, it’s been a while since you’ve been touched by another person sexually. 

You grab the hair tie from your wrist and twist your hair into a bun before stepping under the cool stream of water. Although it somewhat soothes the throbbing ache between your legs, it doesn’t make it go away completely. Chris does more things to you with just a look than any other man has ever done, and Sebastian was also very, very easy on the eyes.  

Once you’re cooled off, you wrap a white, fluffy towel around your body and step out into the bedroom. That’s when you start to notice things that look unfamiliar. Little things like a pair of men’s shoes, and a t-shirt that looks awfully like the one Chris was wearing this morning, and then it suddenly hits you.

You’re not in the guest trailer at all… 

Fear courses through your veins like ice and then multiplies tenfold when the trailer door opens. You have nowhere to go, so you just stand there holding the towel closer to your naked body. You expect it but still aren’t prepared for the shock on Chris’s face when he rounds the corner to his bedroom. He stares at you momentarily before taking a step closer to your shaking form. 

“Y/N? What … what are you doing?”

Your lower lip quivers and your eyes fill with tears of shame as he slowly gets closer to you. He stops in front of you and a tear slides down your cheek. He watches it, wanting desperately to wipe it away, but decides against it so he doesn’t spook you. 

“I … I’m sorry I didn’t … I thought …”

You feel strong arms envelope you in a hug, his fingertips sliding over your exposed shoulder blades. You look up at him and sigh shakily when the pad of his thumbs catches your loose tears. Chris thinks you’re beautiful, especially at this moment. Your raw vulnerability strikes a chord in him, and he slowly leans down to your lips. 

The moment he kisses you it feels like fireworks explode inside of you. You wrap your arms around Chris’s neck and allow him to carry you to his king-size bed. He breaks the kiss long enough to lay you down on the mattress. Tearing his shirt quickly over his head and fumbling with his belt shouldn’t be sexy, but you were practically panting at the sight of him. Finally, he’s standing naked in front of you, his cock jutting out in front of him making your mouth water. 

Chris climbs on the bed and kneels above you, taking a moment to drag his eyes over your body.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N. Fuck, I’ve wanted you since I met you this morning.” 

He rips your towel open and pulls you up so your nipples press firmly against his chest, bringing them to hardened peaks. His kiss is rough and possessive as he pulls your hair like he did earlier in the scene, only this time instead of a knife against your pulse point it’s his mouth. You cry out when he bites and sucks marks all over your skin and grind your pussy on the thickness of his cock.  

Chris growls seductively and flips over so you’re on top of him. He motions for you to turn around and you look at him confused.

“Wanna taste you, Y/N. Wanna feel you cum on my face baby.”

Fuck, you almost do from his words alone. No one has ever done this with you before. Hell, you’ve barely done anything with a man if you’re being honest. You’ve only had one partner and it wasn’t very enjoyable, so you never really tried to find anyone else. It hasn’t occurred to you that maybe the person you had been with before was doing it wrong. 

You get into position, placing each of your knees on either side of his body. He greedily pulls you down and starts relentlessly licking and sucking on your dripping cunt. His strong arms hold you in place as you writhe above him, crying out his name. 

“Chris! Fuck! Oh, my god!… Yes, oh, please don’t stop! Right there baby please!”

You’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t notice Sebastian standing in the doorway. For a moment, his jaw drops at the sight before him, but then he feels his cock harden in his jeans. He begins teasing himself through the denim and continues to watch you cum all over his best friend’s face. 

“Fu-fuck! Chris! Oh, shi-ahhh!”

You open your eyes and shriek when you’re met with Sebastian’s lust-blown ones. Chris just smirks, clearly proud of himself for getting Seb all worked up. He doesn’t seem to be embarrassed at all, almost as if he likes the thrill of getting caught.  

“Sebastian?! Wha-What are you doing here?!”

His blue eyes darken with want as he looks you up and down like you’re his prey. 

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart, but right now I have something else in mind. Why don’t you be a good girl for Chris and me and kneel on the bed, hm?”

You feel the flame of arousal reignite as you do what he says, spreading your legs slightly apart. Sebastian discards his clothes and slowly pumps his cock a few times before standing behind you. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip as he rubs himself between your folds. 

“Be a good girl for us, and you’ll get rewarded, sweetheart. Gotta do what we say though. Think you can do that?”

You nod and look up at Chris who’s positioned himself in front of you. His cock is so close to your parted lips. Immediately, you feel the sting of Sebastian’s hand on the swell of your ass and you yelp. The lingering burn makes your walls clench and you push back into him.

“I think Seb’s waiting on an appropriate response from you, baby. How about you acknowledge him properly?”

He swats the other side of your ass and you moan out what he hopefully wants, “y-yes sir!”

The brunette groans deeply and closes his eyes, “good girl. Now open that pretty mouth of yours for Chris while I fuck this sweet little cunt full of my cum."

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The Siren and The Demon Chapter 6

“On behalf of the Royal Gundalian Academy of Sciences, I wish to convey to you our warmest congratulations. May I now ask you to step Forward and recieve your Minerva Award From the hands of his majesty, the emperor?

Kazarina looked ravishing. He would give her that.

She lifted her skirts up slightly and took a few graceful steps, walk of a confident scientist who knew she deserved to win. It was the quite constrast of the vulnerable state she was in between his arms last night.

He looked at her with a bright Smile. Had she really gathered herself back that quickly? Or was she Just good at acting? His eyes wandered towards the other end of the stage. The emperor was standing with her plaque in his hands, smiling politely.

He looked perfect, he acted perfect. As if he had put on the proud friend mask along with his classic tuxedo. Even the smile he had on his face was micro-calculated, he Knew.

And both he and his date were dumb enough to forget that it was the monarch who would troditionailly hand out the Minerva Awards each year.

Barodius and Kazarina met in the middle. She put her hands on the other side of the plaque as they both Posed for the flashing cameras. They looked like they were were introducing their baby to the public. Gill wanted to Chuckle, but held himself. Only he could sense the tension and nervousness between the two, after all, only he knew what Happened between them Just last night.

Barodius took a step back to let Kazarina have the stage for her speech. She leaned down for her towards the microphone.

Her eyes met with Gill's to ease her fright of stage. He Smiled to reassure her. She smiled bock.

“Hi everyone. I'm honored to be given the Minerva Award for Biology this year. I would like to thank the Royal Academy for seeing me worthy of this. I also would like to thank his majesty the emperor and his partner in battle, because it was them who... served as an inspiration For the project that won me this award tonight. " She had turned to Barodius while saying the last sentence. Barodius smiled politely upon hearing his title mentioned. Gill realized that she deliberately chose not to Use his name.

Then she turned her head to the audience. Her eyes found his once again.

“And lastly, I would like to thank my colleagues, for impassionating me and being there for me when I need it. Thank you”

The round of applause brought Gil back to his senses as Barodius Offered her his hand his hand to help her get down from the rostrum. Once she got dawn, he pulled her to himself slowly and placed a kiss on her cheek. She smiled brightly.

Their facade looked perfect. Almost. But he knew better than to believe them.

"So.” Kazarina said when she sat down on her seat next to his. "Are my classmates treating you well?”

They were sharing a table with Kaxarina's Friends from collage. "Yes." Gill said. "They try their best to include me to their conversations.”

“Good good. ." She said and turned her attention to her friends. “I am so glad we Could finally get together!"

“Me too!" The woman with warm brown eyes shrugged. "It's not as easy to make plans anymore. I miss Thursday nights!"

The whole table laughed at this statement. Gill turned to Kazarina with a little smile on. “Thursday nights?"

“At the last semester there was a class Thursday afternoon. There was only one section so we were all taking it at the same tme. We used to go out after that class, with the whole crew. " She laughed. “And we had another class on friday at 9 am, so we would leave the bar and Come to that class directly.”

The brunethe leaned towards them. Gill could not remember her name, maybe it was... Denise? Danielle? "And Sometimes we would still be drunk.”

One of the male classmates added: "Good thing Mr. Chapel was too old to See how wasted We were!”

“We grew up to be good scientists though, I take that as a win." Kazarina responded. “Some of us even got the Minerva Award.”

Gill laughed and rased his glass. "I 'll drink to that!”

“So, Gill.” Danielle said afler the hob-nob was over. “Did you go to university ?"

“Yes, I have."

"What was your major ?

“I Studied political sciences.” He showed the stage. “Emperor Barodius and I were classmates as well, actually.”

“Oh so you met in college?”

“No, we have been friends since childhood.” Gill took a sip from his drink. "We Just wanted to study the same major, he was a year ahead at me but we took some of the classes together."

“That's great!" Danielle said and smiled politely. "Could us for a you boys excuse us Second, please ? She asked as she got up from her seat. "Let's go to the bathroom, Kaz.”

“I Think he likes you." Danielle said as soon as they walked into the ladies restroom.

Kazarina walked over to the glass decoration on the wall and leaned on to the alcove there, crossing her legs. "Don't be ridiculous.”

“Kaz, when you were on hat stage, the guy was looking at you the Same way my monkeys look at me when I inject them Oxytocin." She took out two cigarettes and offered her one.

“And why did you do that? Kazarina asked as she lit her cigarette.

“I am working on a drug that can be Used on animals going, extinct."

"Oh." Kazarina said. "Well; you should find a way to make them look at each other You know." She reached up to touch Danielle's hair in a Flirtatious manner. "Unless you are willing to do anything for the experiment to succeed.”

Danielle laughed as her head slowly fell on Kazarina’s shoulder for a second. “On a more serious note. " She lifled her head. "You need to start observing him more. I don' think he hates you as much as you said he does.”

Kazarina looked at the Floor. "Or maybe he changed his mind about me.” She dragged the smoke in. "Because we bully each other like, all the time. We have this constant rivalry between us.

“Maybe it created some sort of tension.”

"Maybe. And he also helped me out when… when I was in a low point.”

"Oh, then he is definitely into you. She smiled. “Men love to play the savior.”

Smiled he put out her cigarette and gave her a lipstick from her hand bag.

Kazarina looked at herself in the mirror as she applied her lipstick: She was looking good tonight, but it took her hours to get ready. She was starting to get old, too old to get so excited about a little crush.

But Gill Wasn’t getting any younger either. And neither was Barodius. Soon, they would be as old as Nurzak ! The thought Frightened her.

She Sighed and tumed to Danielle. "Let's grab drinks on our way back.”

Kazarina's feet stopped her when she realized the purple haired man sitting next to her date. She exhaled as she physically Forced herself to Walk towards the table.

Danielle twalked towards the man first, holding his hand while making a Small Curtsy. “Welcome, your majesty. It is honor to meet you.” She put her hand on her chest. “My name is Danielle."

“Hello Danielle.” Barodius smiled charmingly. Then he turned towards Kazarina. He made a small gesture to the chair next to Gill's. "We gave a fifteen-minute break so I thought I would see my Favorite mad scientist and her date.”

“He laughed and turned to Gill. "How did she convince you anyway?”

“She didn't need to. I offered to be her date.”

“Oh, I see. Barodius put his hand on and drew a little circle. "So you are having a small break from all that rivalry?”

"Apparently.” Kazarina smiled.

“Oh, Kazarina." Danielle said, catching her attention. "Sorry to interrupt your Conversation but I will definetely forget it if I don't tell you this." She clapped her hands on the table and leaned Forward. "So. HillsBrooke wants to form a new y department within the university, and they want you to do it.”

Kazarina couldn’t' dare to check the expression on Barodius' face as Danielle continued to talk up a storm: "They asked for my opinion at the meeting and I told them that you are perfect for the Job. Since you are are such ab expert on the field, and you have experience working with youngsters on your current job.. (Kazarina wanted to wheeze at this) And you are gonna be the founding chairman, so we can be colleges!”

Her eyes turned to Barodius, realizing the awkwardness. "I am not causing you any uneasiness, do I? I mean, I know how happy she is to be a part of the Twelve Orders.”

Barodius laughed smitely. “I mean, it is a bit awkward.” He put his hand up. “But don't Worry, you are not causing any uneasiness.”

He turned his head to Kazarina and continued with a lower voice: "Especially since I know that she is not going to except this generous Offer.”

“And why wouldn’t I?” She asked as she crossed her legs.

“Because it will not satisfy you." Barodlus leaned towards her direction. "You love the power, you crave it. You love everyone to fear you, to be ready serve you like little minions, whenever you want. Being a professor at a university will deprive you of that. The best thing you'll get is a tired "good morning professor." in the morning, if you are lucky, that is.”

Kazarina’s legs were trembling. She could not control it. She hoped the emperor could not feel it. She hid her arms under the table to stop them from doing the same thing.

It was on that moment that she felt Gill's hand reaching up to her knee, holding her leg in a solid, reassuring manner.

It gave her confidence.

“I might decline it with an appropriate manner.” She said, with a small smile on her lips. "But it will be cause I know you will not able to win this war without me and I would not want to let Gundalia down." Her hand went to her chest dramatically For a Second before leaning to hold Barodius’ hand, which was resting on the table. "Thank you so much for always reminding me my worth."

A young girl approched to the emperor shyly. "Your majesty, we need you backstage, we are about to continue." "Sure." Barodius murmured as he got up.

"We will leave as well. " Kazarina Said. Gill Followed her suit and they got up as well. Kazarina laughed. "I got what I came For." She said as she took her award in her hand, and took Gill's arm with the other.

“Get me a drink.”

Barodius ordered the as soon as they put a foot on bockstage. “But, your majesty, You will get back on stage in a few minutes."

The look he gave her was enough to make her change her mind: "I'm on it, your majesty.”

“Let's drop You off at yor house first." Gill said. "And I’ll continue to mine."

“Can you send the driver off? I can call you a taxi." Kazarina responed. "I need to give back your cape, and we can drink something while we are at it. Peacefully.”Gill Smiled. "I wouldn’t say no to that.”

"To our prize winning scientist." Gill raised his glass. "You deserved to win that award."

"Being able to make you say this is the greatest award. "She giggled as she sipped on her drink. "But seriously, thank you for being my date for the award ceremony."

"Well, the Food was great, and the people were better looking than I thought Science nerds would look like"

Her voice went lover as it took an alluring tone. "Oh, trust me, science nerds can be way more promising than you give us credit for." She leaned on his chest slowly. Her right hand went on his knee, her fingers drawing a circle on it. She felt the familiar feeling on her upper legs and groin come back to her once again, now that she was at his presence. "Kazarina, you need to stop doing that. Gill's voice was raucity.

"Why?"

"Because you'll get us in trouble."

She lifted herself up. "Let's get in trouble then," She said, enthusiastically. "I want to live a little, don't you? We've done nothing but working and bickering since the beginning of the war." Her eyes widened, her heart beating at her chest. "This is my night, let me have this."

Gill's eyes wandered on her, up and down.  "But there is no returning back from that."

Kazarina turned around to put her glass on the coffee table, "Okay, you are right. Sorry if I made you uncomfort- "

Her words were cut short as he took her hand and pulled her to himself. Their lips met at the middle. His kiss was fierce, and demanding. She melted into it.

The next thing she knew, they were making out on the couch. She laid on her back, pulling him on top of her. He pulled the hem of her dress up and up, stroking her upper leg. Her legs wrapped around his body, caging him. As his lips made their way her neck, she pressed herself on to him,

Finally, she spoke after kissing his lips two times. Let's gо to the bedroom."

"No." He replied, trying to catch his breath. "I want you now."

But she was already getting on her feet. She held his hands and pulled him closer as she whispered: "But I need a big space for the things I am gonna do to you."

It was an enough motivation for Gill. He got up and picked her up like his bride, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned into his mouth once their lips  met again.

"Kazarina." Gill whispered in the dark. His breath made her long neck tickle as she took in a shivered breath. She could feel the dampness on the pillow.

"Kazarina." He whispered again, this time more harshly. His fingers made their way on her skin, finally being able to touch the curves he had been memorizing for years. His extasy was beyond words. He tried and failed to suppress a moan by biting into her shoulder. "Kazarina." He said to her once again. "Talk to me sweetheart. I'll do anything you want."

She sighed. "Anything?"

"Anything."

"Look at me." She said as she cupped his cheeks. "Look at me in the eyes."

"Will you hypnotize me too?"

"Do I need hypnosis to put a spell on you?"

"No." His sly smirk appeared on his lips. "No you don't."

"If I were a mythologic creature, what do you think I would be?" Asked Kazarina as they cuddled. Gill kept playing with her soft blonde tufts lazily. "Hmm." He thought. He remembered the first time she walked into the room. It was Barodius' birthday and a party was being held. He introduced her as the final member of the Twelve Orders and the new director of the Biological Research Lab. He remembered the black dress she had on that wasn't showing off much skin yet made his mouth water. He remembered thinking to himself that she would be his rival and he needed to stop lusting over her. He remembered being unable to do so. " A Siren." He answered.

"Why?"

"Because you are beautiful and witty, you attract poor men to pull to the sea and eat, or hypnotize in that case."

She curled her lips. "Yeah, that's fair. And you would be a demon."

"Why?"

"No reason. That's just how I feel. And also you are associated with fire, maybe that's why."

"Maybe I should drag you to hell."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

Gill woke up with pain on his waist and back. God, he was old, wasnt he?

He looke around. He had also woken up alone. Where was she? Had she left? Where had she gone? Why did he Feel so gloomy that he couldn't find her next to him?

He pushed the white blanket aside and put his trousers back on. The sheets still had her floral scent on them, when he looked at the bed, he saw now messy it looked.

He opened the bedroom door and the smell of fresh coffee reached up to him instantly. He followed it to the kitchen.

And there she was. She put her hands on the kitchen bench, waiting on the coffee machine. She had a short, white and satin robe on. Her long, blonde hair was down; this was the first time he had seen her hair without the usually ponytail on. He had never realized how long it actually was until now.

Then she tumed around.

"Hey" She smiled. "I was Just brewing us coffee." Her hand got up and showed the machine. "I normally don't eat breakfast but I can prepare something for you if you want."

Gill looked at her with a dumbfounded expression on his face. His eyes were wide and his lips were left slightly open. "Uh, no." He finally said, after realixing that she was waiting for an answer. "I don't eat breakfast either."

"Okay then." She said softly as she showed him the kitchen island. "Take a seat."

As he sat dawn, she reached up to the kitchen cupboards on her toes and took out two mugs. She was so light on her feet that it looked like she was walking on air. Her robe and nightgown were twirling around as she moved. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a slight smile on her face, if he saw it correctly.

This was not the woman he knew. The worman he knew was tough, tense and agressive; especially when she was treated agressively, mostly by him.

On that moment, the woman that he knew would be screaming at him, threatening him to accuse him of rape if he doesn't keep his mouth shut.

She would be crying because of her anger, not towards him, but towards herself. She would hate herself for being so "vulnerable" with him. For presenting her body to him, for allowing him to see it, and fauch it. For giving hin pleasure.

And the man that he knew would prove her point by making fun of her, and degrading her every way Possible.

But that woman and that man were left at the door last night. This woman was offering him breakfast and making him coffee, a treatment he hadn't seen from anyone.

She put his mug in front of him. Locks of her hair fell on his face, filling his lungs with her fresh, floral scent once again. "Here." She slowly said.

It was just a stupid coffee. But the presence of this woman serving him coffee with ease in her every move was such a relief from his chaotic life that he felt like crying.

But he didn't. Instead, he turned his head up and gazed at her. She realized it and gazed him back.

"You don't regret it" He said slowly.

"I don't." She replied, her tone of voice was so delicate, as if she was afraid of ruining that moment.

He held her hand. "Come" He said as he gently pulled her to his lap. She put her left arm around his neck as she crossed her legs. Her other hand gently rested on his chest. One of his hands grasped her by the waist, while the other went to her hair.

"Your hair is so soft," He said, gliding his fingers between her strands.

"You Seem so... surprised that I'm here.."She said as her fingers drew a small circle on his chest. "Do the girls you sleep with run away the next day?"

"I thought you ran away when I first woke up."

"I wouldn't."

"I'm So glad that you are here, my dear."

A soft smile graced her lips. He started to smile as well, unable to erase the expression off his face. Then the realization hit him like a brick.

He had Fallen in love with her last night.

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader, eight.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the eighth chapter everyone! :)

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I was stopped.

Why?

Well, the shit head of marines decided to bring out an army of Kumas, which were all in front of us.

It made me sick, as this man once was a human being, now used as a weapon for the fucking law of the earth.

The people around me, and throughout the world were shocked on how many they were are, their eyes like saucers.

But, I was more worried at Ivanka, who was fighting the main Kuma, who wasn't alive either, as both of theme stared each other down, Ivanka looking pissed.

"Is this the real one? The real Kuma?" A pirate asked. "I've heard from time to time that Dr. Vegapunk was trying to build a human weapon and was repeatedly sending prototypes to Various places." Another one spoke, which made the man beside him to be shocked. "S-So they're all weapons, but why do they all look like Kuma?" No one's question was answered, as a man with a monkey on his shoulder saw a familiar person who commanded the Kuma army at Sabaody; as he was talking into a snail, I noticed it too, as I realized what the marines were planning, and to tell you the truth, they weren't playing fair. "Shit.." I muttered, catching Luffy and Jimbei's attention. "What is it, Y/n?" the fishman asked as I turned to the two. "I know what they are planning; it's weird, right? First, they leaked the information; they moved Ace's execution to make us rush. Then, they slowly backed up and lured all of us, even the other pirates, inside of this place and blocked the bay head with Kuma copies to close the trap we are now in." Jimbei hummed. "I see, so this was all planned...." I nodded. 'Yes, but we need to be cautious; these robots look strong; Ivanka-san struggled to fight against one, let alone an army..." Luffy cracked his knuckles. "That man, my crew, and I encountered him at Sabaody, I have the urge to kick his ass-" I put a hand on Luffy's shoulder. "Not the time; you must save energy to rescue your brother." Jimbei nodded. "She's right, Luffy, let's focus on moving forward and retrieve victory on the battlefield-" "GET DOWN!!" Some pirates yelled as the three of us turned to the Robot Army, firing all kinds of lasers. Many explosions happened throughout the place. Pirates struggled to stand, their arms covering their faces from the dust and gusts that blew wildly.

As two lasers came out of the way, I blocked them from hitting me, Luffy, or Jimbei. When I landed, I saw the robots go to marine ships, not bothering to kill themselves. I felt angered while glaring back that way, whitebeard feeling the same as an annoyed look on his face. "They don't mind killing their own; what a bunch of animals..." As he looked back in front of them to Sengoku, he put his sword on the ground, the blade going into the wood of his ship. "DON'T BE AFRAID, GUYS! LET'S CHARGE THE PLAZA WITHOUT STOPPING!!" His brave words fired me, Luffy, and Jimbei up as we ran forward with his crew, taking down any marines that stood in our way.

Marco, who flew above us, launched towards oncoming marines, making a kicking attack as they spread apart like bowling pins, plopping dead to the floor.

I was amazed by his power, as the outline of fire surrounding the man looked like a bird, a phoenix.

His power went away as he looked down at the dead bodies as he landed. "Don't think we'll back down. I'll kill all of you to get to ace, Yoi."

His words made my heart flutter as the three of us ran past him, heading more to the platform; I jumped in the air, his arm extending down, as my body flew down, both hitting the ground at a robust pace, scattering more marines also, the same way Marco did.

But, no matter how many marines the four of us took down, they just kept coming, like a bee nest that got knocked down, the colony wanting to sting us for revenge.

As I struggled to keep up with them, my breaths became heavy as the dust was around.

Everything was like slow motion, as my hands went to my knees, exhaustion coming to me at the worst time.

Slight blood dripped down my head from slashes mixed with sweat, and my eyes looked dizzyingly around me.

Even though I'm basically vital and Kill things with one punch, I'm still human and have limits; if they keep coming like this, I might just pass out from exhaustion.

As Luffy and Jimbie went ahead, not knowing my uneasiness, Marines surrounded me. I panted heavingly, looking at them as they looked multiple, but in all reality, I was just seeing double the amount before my knees gave out.

As the group charged at me, thinking I was vulnerable, Marco flew over me again, attacking the marines with his fire. His foot slammed on the ground, causing them all to scatter, as it was the last batch of them so far. "Man, these marines are such a pain in the ass, HEY! Are you alright, Yoi?" He noticed me on all fours on the ground, breathing heavily as he quickly walked to me, kneeling down to my level as I nodded. "Y-Yeah, t-they're just too many of them. Sir, with all due respect, if we don't get to that execution platform in time, they'll just keep coming and coming.." I spoke, sitting back up on my knees as he grabbed something from his belt holster, as it was fresh cool water, as he handed me some. "Drink." I took it with thanks, as the feeling of cool liquid hitting my throat relieved me, as the PInapple man defended off Marines who tend to get close.

Landing back down, he smiled gently when he noticed I was still drinking. "All that fighting and punching you did wear you out, Yoi; I'm impressed with your power." Taking the bottle from my lips, I smiled tiredly. "Thanks...it comes in handy with fighting in wars.." I joked as he let out a snort. "Then you must have fought a lot of them. Are you a pirate, miss?" I shook my head. "No, actually, just a regular girl." I ducked as he kicked some marines away, his eyes widening with shock. "Really? Then how did you end up in Impel down, in this battlefield?" Sighing, I used all my strength to get up and took more steady, deep breaths. "Long story, but we should get to Ace before something happens-GAH!!"I knelt down, holding my side as it seemed Mihawk's sword created a wound from our battle a couple hours ago, as the pineapple man rushed to my side. "Hey! You're wounded! You can barely stand how do you think you can get close to Ace right now, Yoi!" My teeth gritted with annoyance. "I'm fine; it's just a scratch-" "It's not just a scratch, Yoi, it looks pretty deep. OI! BACK US UP WHILE I TEND TO HER WOUND!" Some pirates nodded, others gathering around us to form a circle as they fended off the marines as Marco set me down gently on my back. Lifting up my tee shirt, his eyes widened, the wound looking more terrible than he'd seen through your shirt.

Ace saw this on the execution platform, watching me down on the ground as it made his eyes widen and for Sengoku to form a small smile. "Guess the girl is down." He spoke, Ace not believing his words as his head looked to the floor, his lower lip trembling. 'No...not you too, cutie...first Oars....now you?! Why couldn't you just listen to me?!'

I took deep breaths, Marco grabbing rubbing alcohol from his belt as he took the blue cloth around his pants, ripping some of it and holding it against my mouth. "Bite down on it, Yoi, there will be pain." Nodding, I didn't have time to not trust him, as I took the cloth in my mouth before he opened the bottle of Rubbing alcohol. "Ok, ready? 3...2...1-" "NGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" I let out a groan of pain, my back arching suddenly as the stinging was worse than I'd ever felt before. Marco cringed from my sudden cries, feeling terrible for me as they got louder and louder each time he put pressure on it, my teeth biting as hard as I could on the blue cloth in my mouth. "You're doing great, Yoi OI. KEEP THE DEBREE OUT OF THE CIRCLE!" He snapped to some crewmates as they apologized softly; Marco's snail responder rang, and he cursed before picking it up. "pops." "What are you doing? Why aren't you heading to Ace?" "The girl is down; I'm helping her." Marco's response seemed to make Whitebeard's eyes furrow the slightest. "What happened?" "Dunno, but the slash mark on her side is rather big for a normal sword." This made Whitebeard think as he looked around the battlefield, his eyes landing on Mihawk, who was fighting against Pirates, as he noticed something off about You.

The tip of it was gone, just above where the crack you made earlier. "Seems the brat had a run-in with Mihawk; check to see if fragments are in there; the rubber brat and Jimbei are still in pursuit; catch up when you're done." "Got it, Yoi." As the transponder ended, Crocodile still was trying to get to Whitebeard, as he heard the conversation, knowing the brat they were talking about was you? Letting out a pissed and annoyed sigh, he was done with Whitebeard for now, as he turned to the battlefield again, his eyes landing on your head, the only thing he could see, which was cringing and biting on a cloth from pain.

Not knowing why he cared when he saw you like that, he simply left, going away from Whitebeard as he headed in your direction, watching as more Marines took down some of the crew surrounding you. "Damnit!" Marco gritted, holding a small knife in his mouth as he tried to look for fragments, but the battlefield was too rumbly and dusty for any progress. "SAND WHIP!" A familiar voice yelled as crocodile whipped some marines out of the way, aiding the circle. As I gently smiled at the cloth as he turned. "Got yourself in a little pickle.." He spoke to me as his hand disintegrated some swords in people's hands, kicking the two marines out of the way. "Crocodile, Yoi," Marco spoke, still focused on finding the fragments. "What can I do, birdbrain...?" Marco sighed. "Why do you wanna help-you know what? Never mind, this area is too dirty of a condition and too unstable for me to fix her. Yoi, I need a secluded area to do my magic." Crocodile stayed silent, his eyes looking around, as his eyes landed on Buggy and Mister three ways in the distance as he turned. "Give me a moment." As he was fighting off some marines, he forgot Ivanka gave everyone snail transponder shells, which could attach to his ear.

It was an intelligent method, even though she knew everyone had different views and destinations of the war; if anything had gone south on Impel down, it was a way to communicate.

Sighing, he couldn't believe he was doing this as he pressed the shell in his ear. "Oi, Ivankov.." She heard as she dodged some of Kuma's attacks, and when he was recharging, she touched the shell. "CROC BOY!" "Bald chick is down; Birdbrain needs a secure area to fix her up." Her eyes widened. "EH?! Y/N GIRL IS DOWN?! HOW?!" Crocodile gritted his teeth with annoyance. "Don't get enough damn time to explain, I need mister three..." She looked at the man the crocodile was speaking. "Oh! You mean Wax-man! I see where you're getting at. Hold on-DEATH...." Crocodile cringed, taking his finger off the shell as he didn't want his ears to go wrong, and he pressed it again. "Ivan-" "He's on the way to you! Just ensure Y/n doesn't get hurt more; she and Luffy need to free Ace!" "Yeah, Yeah, I get it, protect the baldie..." With that, he let go, as Mister Three was close. "Oi, Mister three, took you long enough!" The man huffed and Puffed. "What do I need to do?!" Crocodile pointed to me and Marco. "Form a dome around them so the birdbrain can perform on Baldy." That's all that needed to be said; as he got in front of us, more marines came, and his hands went to the ground. "WAX....DOME!!!' He yelled as large amounts of wax came out of his hands, forming a rather large dome surrounding us three, preventing Marines from entering. "Huh...guess he's not useless after all..." After his words, Buggy was sailing across the sky, letting out a fearful scream as Crocodile looked blankly, not bothered to help as Buggy crashed in front of him, Mister One coming as well. "Mister One." Crocodile greeted. "What's going on? I heard the conversation on the snail." Crocodile and Him turn to the giant dome. "She's in there, doesn't know how long birdbrains will be." Both froze when a familiar YEHAWW! Sounded through their ears as Ivankov harshly landed in front of Buggy, who jolted up with a squeal. "D-DAMN YOU IVANKOV! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME TWICE!!" Buggy snapped as Ivankov stood elegantly. "OH! MY BAD!" "THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!" She nodded simply, turning to the done. "OI BIRD BOY!? HOW LONG DO YOU NEED?!" Buggy's eyes widened with shock at her simple answer, his face turning red with anger until Marco called out. "Give me 20 minutes, Yoi!" Mister Three tilted his head while kneeling next to me. "Is twenty minutes really enough time? I'm not a doctor, but doesn't a procedure take forever?" Marco let out a sigh. "Yeah, but we don't have 'forever.' she needs to be up and running again, pops orders." Mister Three nodded. "I see; what can I do?" Marco smiled at him. "You've already done enough, Yoi; your friends must protect this dome." Mister Three nodded and stood again. "Right. GUYS! IF ANYONE THAT'S NOT A MARINE CAN HEAR ME! PROTECT THE DOME FROM THE ENEMY WITH ALL COST!"

Crocodile scoffed, not liking to be given orders from a lower level, but readied his sand as Mister One and Ivankov stood by him, forcing Buggy to help as well. Some Marines were surprised by this team-up but continued to charge. "On my word, we attack!" Ivankov spoke as Mister One and Crocodile nodded, buggy not liking the idea, but the three just ignored. "THREE.....TWO...." Everyone got instance, as Buggy let out a sigh of disappointment, as he got instance as well, knives coming from his gloves as the four looked forward, ready to protect you at all cost.

"ONE!"

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"DEATH WINK!"

"THOUSAND SLASH!"

"FIST KNIFE TWIST!"

"SAND STORM!"

Let me tell you when the Marines wanted you dead, they weren't joking.

Ever since you took down the giant and almost defeated Mihawk and Smoker, they legit called you a potential threat.

So, they were trying to hunt you down the past twenty minutes, as Marco was, you know, TENDING YOUR WOUND!

It was like gym class all over again, but this time, the enemy of dodgeball can ACTUALLY kill you.

Oi! Birdbrain, what's taking so long?!" Crocodile yelled, disintegrating a marine in the air, before chucking his heart at another one, causing the man to scream, as Mister One slashes his throat.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, LEATHER PURSE, THIS TAKES TIME!!" Crocodile scoffed. "WE DON'T HAVE TIME!! JUST BE DAMN GLAD WE ARE DOING THIS!" Marco let out a frustrated sigh as his dagger was held in his mouth, his fingers carefully going through your wound. There were many knife fragments from Yohru stuck in parts of your tissue as you let out loud groans of Pain while mister three was freaking out. "H-hey!" He muttered, Kneeling next to you, as he hated the painful groans you made, not knowing what to do.

Gulping soon, he then looked at Marco. "I thought you said you needed twenty minutes; it's been over thirty!" Focused, Marco glared harshly up at him. "It would have been twenty, but the damn rumbling and shouting is not workable for my taste; it would be easier if she was under sleeping gas." Mister Three looked back at you as sweat dripped down your forehead, the cloth from Marco's belt still in your mouth. "I wish there was something I could do..." he spoke, Marco slightly glancing up at him again. "Try to have her not move so much, Yoi; it would make this much easier." Mister Three nodded. "Got it, I'm sorry, Y/n, I must do this." He spoke softly, and you didn't care but just nodded as he gently held your shoulders, as Marco began working again.

Humming loudly with the pain shooting through your body, your back arched as Mister Three keeps your shoulders down, you not being able to move much as your teeth bit down on the blue cloth as hard as you could, your teammates still protecting the dome outside.

However, you didn't know how loud you were, as the battlefield heard when the cloth escaped your mouth, your high-pitched painful scream running through everyone's ears.

Luffy and Jimbei heard, turning as you weren't there, their eyes widening as they looked at a dome where the scream was coming from. "Y-Y/n!" Luffy yelled, wanting to return, but Jimbei stood before him. "Luffy! We must proceed!" His eyes widened. "No! Not with my friend hurt!" Jimbei stopped him again. "She will be fine! The others are with her; your Job is to get to Ace!" Teeth gritting, he looked back to the dome, his brows furrowing as he and everyone on the battlefield heard your painful screams. He didn't want to leave you, but you and he both knew that Ace had a time limit, as he had to move on.

Turning, he ran, heading to the platform, as his eyes were focused and determined. 'Don't die, Y/n-san.....we'll save Ace, and you'll join my crew! That's my promise!' He thought as Jimbei followed before the Camera cut back to the dome and the others, as Mister One and Crocodile scattered some enemies, their breaths getting heavier as Ivanka and Buggy were still with loads of energy. "They keep coming; they won't stop until Y/n is dead now that she's a threat." Crocodile's teeth gritted with annoyance. "I don't want to take care of another dead body. OI! WHAT'S GOING ON?!" He yelled to the dome, as my screams were getting louder and louder.

Marco tried his best to go as fast as he could without damaging any of my tissue as he was almost done getting the fragments out, Mister Three still holding onto your shoulders as he looked down at you. "Y/n! Listen to my voice! Your going to be ok; the pain will stop soon! Just think of how much ass you will kick when you get back up! Just think of saving Ace, this war ending, and what you'll do in life after this!" I screamed more when Marco put the danger back in my wound, getting more pieces as I still was held down. “Y/n! I know it hurts! But you have to fight through the pain! We can’t battle everyone without you! You say to everyone that they need fairness, but you need fairness as well!” I breathed heavily, more sweat dripping down my body, as I looked at mister threes eyes, as somehow, he made things less painful, as he nodded his head.

“That’s it! Just look at me, don’t think of the pain! Your strong! You helped us escape that stupid prison, now don’t let this scratch get to you!” As he kept talking encouragingly to me, his words made me push through, my heart racing as our eyes never left each other, as Marco got the last piece out. “Done!” He yelled, Mister three smiling down at me, as my head went back with exhaustion. “You did it Y/n! Good job!” He praised, as Marco set the dagger down. “Oi, candle man, can you create a seal over the stitches I’m gonna make?” He looked to Marco who was already putting string through your skin. “Oh, yeah, sure, smart thinking. Just hold on a little longer Y/n” he spoke, scooting closer to Marco as he gently laid your hands on your wound, creating a wax covering so nothing will happen to it, as your ears continued to hear the fighting outside, as you became worried the time will run out. “A-Ace..” I mumbled, which caught the attention of the two, Marco sighed. “Nothings happened yet, Yoi, don’t worry.” I sat up on my elbows when Mister three was done. “But I have to get to Luffy, he’s going to get hurt-nng!” Pain from the cut shot through me, as Mister three grabbed my shoulders. “Are you serious?! Y/n-San, you have a cut the size of A sea monster on your side and you wanna continue to fight?! I understand you want people to have fairness, but think of yourself!” He snapped, worried for your safety as Marco sighed. “He’s right miss, I don’t know you, but that wound won’t hold with his wax if you go out and be reckless. Pops gave an order to keep you alive-“ “I don’t care about that damn old prick!” I snapped, harshly glaring to him. “I wanna die knowing that someone didn’t share a fate of unfairness than to sit here, and watch the man who’s life has been fucked over something he hasn’t done. That’s what a heroes called, to save the people and keep fighting when you get knocked down. Someone taught me how to be like that sorry if it bothers your sorry buts.” My explanation made the two go quiet, as I started to get up.

“I appreciate your concern, but, I’ve dealt with worse than this. So, excuse my sorry ass, I have a person to save.” I blanket stated, soon punching a hole easily in the wax dome, a gust of wind blowing some marines back, as the four protecting you paused, turning to see you waking out.

Smirking, Crocodile looked to see your fist clenched, eyes blank as the battle stopped again, Sengokus eyes widening with you being up again.

Ace was shocked too, not believing your up and going as if nothing happened, as he sighed with full relief.

“Send all the fucking marines you want too me goat man!” I snapped, Sengokus teeth gritting with annoyance as whitebeard and some warlords smirked, Luffy giving you a bright smile, as of Jimbei, myself stopping as I pointed to the Admirals and Aces direction. “BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MMAY TIMES I GET KNOCKED DOWN…”

“I WILL ALWAYS BE………”

Disappearing from my spot, everyone’s eyes widening, wondering where I went, before I teleported above where the admirals were, in front of the Giant green giant as I slammed on the ground, which broke under me, as I screamed harshly to them.

“ONE STEP AHEAD!!”

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Author: AHHHH!!! Another chapter done!! This one was just a filler to get the story going, I’m so excited to publish more you have no idea.

The fan art contest is still in session! If you want to enter, just send me a picture on the message are here on tumbler, and send me the two pictures required.

One: a picture of Y/n by herself.

Two: another picture of Y/n with any character she has met so far!

She can be any size or any race she wants, just no dirty or explicit content please, or you will be disqualified!

Anyways, I will be declaring the winner by the end of October, so hopefully I’ll see a lot of photos!

Anyway, have a good night and sleep well! BYE!!

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part seven

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

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Kallistrade rested her temple on her hand, bored out of her mind at the 4 pirates fighting in front of her, it was hard being the only female in the room, with all that testosterone rising to its highest capacity of incredible futility.

"Gentlemen," she tried to shout, but they were so immersed in their fight that they paid no attention to her. "Gentlemen," she repeated again, her voice a little louder.

When Kallistrade realized there was no point in trying to get their attention with words, she pulled out one of her knives and threw it at the centre of the table, causing a thunderous sound to halt all conversation.

"As much fun as it is to watch four adult males bicker like babies, we have important business on our hands."

Ronald, the eldest of the five, a male so grotesque looking he fit perfectly into every pirate expectation, looked at her through one eye completely white and blind and another brown and glazed with age. Kallistrade would never understand why the male refused to wear a patch, it would certainly be the best for everyone else around him.

"And where were ye while yer city was under attack?" His thick accent was hoarse and almost too difficult to understand. He had three gold teeth, and Kallistrade suspected that if he didn't start taking care of of his deplorable teeth health, he would soon need more.

"I got a letter from some friends from Prythian, they're the ones fighting Hybern."

"See, that's what got us in trouble! You were plotting against one of the most powerful males in the world!"

"I wasn't plotting against anyone, when I arrived Hybern had already started a war."

"Why were you called, Kallistrade?" Cassius, the youngest after her, asked. Now he was very much more appealing than Ronald, as ugly as the other one was, Cassius was a very good looking male, with curly dark hair that reached his neck, beautiful green eyes and tanned skin from a life under the sun, broad shoulders and a muscled framed that indicated he had not always been the captain, but had to work very hard from the bottom to the top, that was in big part why they got along much better than she did whit the rest of them. He spoke much calmer than Ronald, his eyes deeply troubled but full of anger, after all, he is the one in charge of the south side of the island, and unfortunately the one who had suffered the most from the attack.

"They asked for aid in the war, they wanted the help of my crew."

Everyone fell silent, except Ronald, who spat out an unfunny laugh and looked at her as if she had been the one to shout out the order to attack Skull Island.

"See, ye put us all in danger by playing hero with those High Fae."

"And what did you say?" Asked Filius, a big male with a beer belly and fire red hair that was starting to fall off. The kindest of them all, and arguably her favorite member of the brethren, if she had to choose.

"I said yes. My crew will be of help against Hybern."

"And ye didn't think to consult us?" Cyrus' voice rang with utter disbelief. He was the one Kallistrade liked least of them all, even above Ronald. the sneakiest, most backstabbing, treacherous, false and filthiest bastard she had ever met, he had fought the day she became High Pirate Lady and had had several attempts on her life even before that happened.

He was positively the male Kallistrade hated the most, even more than that misogynistic old bastard of Ronald, at least he knew his boundaries, and the fact that he would be safer as long as he didn't cross her own boundaries. Cyrus didn't know, or simply didn't care about such things.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know I had to consult you for everything I do, did I miss it or when did you become High Pirate Lord? Because the last time I checked I was High Pirate Lady."

The room fell into a horrible silence as Kallistrade and Cyrus glared at each other, neither of them backing down at first, but then, when the male realized he was about to cross a very delicate line he had no advantage on, he averted his eyes from her.

"We should fight back! Those bastards came because they know we're a big threat! Let's show them how big we can be!" Spat Ronald, Kallistrade was thankful she wasn't near him, or else the saliva would constantly land on her face just as it was doing on poor Filius'.

"Well, Ronald, I think yer wish is ‘bout to come true ‘cause I have no doubt that our dear Captain Devilsbane is already sending us into a death trap," Cyrus' voice was once again coated with venom.

"No, not really, though I admire your desire for vengeance, Ronald, and your cowardice, Cyrus, I am giving you all a choice. Join the fight or stay here and empty your chests in booze and whores, I couldn't care less."

Ronald licked his filthy teeth with his tongue and gave her such a sadistic smile that she already knew what his response would be. The male would not waste a single opportunity to stain his sword red. Cyrus, on the other hand, gritted his teeth at being called a coward.

"I agree, those bastards destroyed ma favorite tavern," Ronald nodded, as expected.

"They cost me many of my men," Cassius' voice held the edge of vengeance and grief and anger she knew all too well, Kallistrade looked at the male, with her eyes alone telling him how sorry she was for his losses. He nodded, agreeing to participate and thanking her for the silent condolences.

"Do you believe in this cause, Captain Devilsbane?" Filius asked her, his chubby pink cheeks flushed from the humid heat of the island.

It was a question that got everyone's attention. She sighed and straightened her back a little more.

"I do. They won't stop here, even if we don't join their cause. Ronald said it: we are a threat to them, to all their allies, and if the King gets the immense power of the Cauldron, he would be unstoppable, he would displace us from our ocean and take away our freedoms. And if not him, then any other of his allies."

The male nodded, thinking it over for a second, then lifted his face again, looking at her with soft but determined eyes.

"Then I will join you as well."

Then they all looked at Cyrus, the male snorted, rolled his eyes and glared daggers at Kallistrade. She waited nonchalantly, arms folded across her chest, her back against the chair.

"I will enjoy watching ye all die while I take yer place, Kallistrade," the male said as he rose from his seat and headed out of the room.

The female laughed in amusement, her unbothered smile pulling one from Cassius' lips as well.

"Yes, I don't doubt that at all, Cyrus," the door slammed as the male left the room. "How many ships do we have?" She stared at Cassius, returning to what was important.

"Fully operational? About a fifteen," Kallistrade almost sighed.

Before the attack, they had twenty three ships operational, but a dozen seemed sufficient.

"Ok. You two," she pointed to Filius and Ronald. "Go choose which ones will stay to protect the island and which ones will come with us. And you," she now looked at Cassius. "See who wants to come and who wants to stay. Give them all a choice, but promise them all the booty* from all the ships we destroy.”

Without another word, they stood up with a nod and left the room. Maddox came in right away, as he had been outside waiting with the other first mates and her commanders.

"It went well. Cyrus seemed as eager and charming as ever," he sat down next to her, Kallistrade smiled, tiredly.

"Yeah, well, it went a lot better than I expected, Cyrus is a lost cause, someday he's going to get blown up by a canon, but for now I got to let him be."

The male laughed and shook his head, rising to offer her a hand.

"Alright then, come on Captain, I think we need to get ready for war."

"Oh Mother," the female sighed dramatically, taking her first mate's hand and standing up. "When will my soul take a break?"

"Fancy a drink to soothe your poor restless soul?"

"I'd need at least a dozen barrels for that," Maddox laughed again, and the two of them headed out of the Meeting Room and back into the chaos of the city.

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Night had settled in and her desk was already full of paperwork. Kallistrade had two days to get ten ships with 500 people ready for battle.

It was a lot of work.

She dropped into her chair with a sigh, she had been working all day and desperately needed a break. She opened a drawer in her desk, ready to pull out the bottle of bourbon and a glass she remained hidden there, but, next to the bottle, she found something she didn't remember having there at all.

A beautiful silver chain with a whale pendant made her heart stop and her breath catch. Kallistrade took the chain gently in her hands, as if it were the most fragile thing she had to care for or else it would crumble in her hands.

When she held the chain closer to her face, it felt like a punch in the gut. That had been the last gift she had received from Azriel.

Cassian had made such a fuss about it, assuring her that it was Azriel's way of telling her he was going to propose soon. Kallistrade had felt so terribly bad at the time, that if Azriel had proposed she could never have left him, and probably would have died for it. So she gathered her things, left a note for everyone in the house, and set sail on the Bright Nightmare and its former captain.

The beautiful little whale now looked at her with mockery and shame. Oh, how ashamed she felt now.

There were so many things she had not told Azriel before she left, so many things she had not had the chance to tell him and now she did not know if she would ever have the chance to tell him.

But no, she could not allow those kinds of thoughts to invade her mind until breathing became difficult, for Azriel was not a weak male, he was the Shadowsinger, the Spymaster of the Night Court, and she was no longer a weak female, she was the High Pirate Lady, Captain Devilsbane of the Bright Nightmare, the Dark Dream and the Shadowed Star, and they would come out of this on their feet, they had already survived wars, and this time, Kallistrade had a greater motivation to do so.

The brief window of Azriel's pleading eyes the last time they met was tattooed in her mind until the day she would see him again.

She clenched the necklace in her hand and closed her eyes to imagine for a second if she could remember his touch, the smell of his hair, the texture of his lips. She could, surprisingly, remember each and every detail of the male in her mind so perfectly that it could have happened just yesterday and not three hundred years ago.

When she opened her palm and looked at the necklace again, it was not sorrow or shame or mockery that stared back, but hope. And she clung to that hope as she fastened the necklace around her neck and hid it among the others just as a knock at the door brought her attention back to the present.

"Come in."

The door opened, showing the medium-sized frame of Cyrus and two other tall, muscular males. She had never seen the two mysterious males before, surely new members of Cyrus' crew.

"Cyrus, what an unpleasant surprise, have you come to apologise for your tantrum this afternoon and join us?" She smiled without a trace of warmth, the male did too.

"Oh come on, Kallistrade, ye know me better than that," at his words, she shot a quick glance back to his companions, they were standing with the presence of assassins. Kallistrade didn't move from her seat.

"Then don't bother taking a seat, you can go now, I'm quite tired for tonight and really wouldn’t find enjoyable getting into conversation with you.”

What a perfect timing for him. She was all alone in her study, Maddox was in the Bright Nightmare counting their supplies, Elijah and Zena were doing the same on the other two ships. Her guards had been sent home or to help load weaponry and heavy cargo onto the ships.

Kallistrade took a close look at the men behind the other captain, they were tall and broad, their arms were bare, probably from the heat, and on their wrists was a tattoo of two crossed swords. The mark of the mercenaries.

"Oh, but I have so much I wanted to discuss!" The male took a seat anyway, and Kallistrade leaned back in hers keeping a close eye on the two mercenaries.

"Then speak your mind, but make it quick."

"I will, don't worry."

She reached for the dagger in her boot, then to Dark Wilder, both hands now holding the daggers, she summoned an unbothered and somewhat bored look to her face as Cyrus spoke.

"Ye see, I was remembering the day ye became High Pirate," she grinned devilishly, what a bloody day, quite literally. "The only reason the Brethren made ye High Pirate Lady was because of Seesnyer."

"And because I killed the previous High Pirate Lord," she corrected, earning the slightest reaction from Cyrus. The previous Lord had been his friend, predictably, two horrible males who deserved to have their heads rolled off their bodies. Luckily, she'd already cut one off, though she was still working on the other one.

"The point is, no one questioned it because ye had Seesnyer."

"I'm not getting your point, all I'm hearing is the claim that I have the best sword in our history."

"Really?"

Kallistrade drew her eyebrows together, confused.

"You're, what, suggesting it's false?"

"I don't know, what I do know is that there hasn't been a single person in over a millennium who has been able to go after the Sword of the God and come back alive, and yet here ye are. But I ‘spose I'll find out if it's real or not when I snatch it from yer rotting corpse."

Kallistrade laughed, and as she did so, one of the two males who had so far remained silent suddenly rushed to her side, grabbed her by the neck and slammed her head against the table, a searing pain shoot from her head to the side of her cheek. The male raised her head to look at Cyrus. He was fast, she’ll give him that.

"Oh, you poor dead souls," she laughed again, blood rolling from her nose to her mouth. The male in front of her merely smiled as if looking at a naïve child, and rose from his seat to walk to a corner of the room. What a fucking coward.

Kallistrade used the momentum of her body to push the chair up and then down again onto the male's feet. He hissed in pain and eased the pressure on her neck enough for her to grab his hand and twist to the side as she stood up. The other male was at her side within seconds, but she used one of the daggers she had been holding to slash him across the cheek.

They both turned away from her, not to flee, but to prepare to fight. She wiped the blood from her nose and looked at them.

"Gentlemen, contrary to what my reputation may imply, I actually like to solve problems with diplomacy before resorting to violence. Do you want to take the opportunity to get out of this alive, or shall we get to the bloody part?” The two didn't say a word, just drew their swords. Kallistrade smiled with the anticipation of blood on her hands, and put away her two daggers to draw her own blade. Seesnyer seemed viciously excited to slit the throat of the one who had declared her false, it gave her wielder a tug of excitement for the hunt. "Fine by me," Kallistrade grinned so mischievously that there was a visible shudder in Cyrus' bearing.

She was fighting both blades with the grace of a killer, each strike she deflected was a swift and graceful move on her part, while the males began to pant rapidly from the effort and brute force they were putting into their attacks.

She was thoroughly enjoying the show, but once she got bored, she finally started to make her own attacking moves. The first was to cut off the left male's sword hand. A scream of pain filled the room.

"You... bitch!" The other male attacked quickly and brutally, causing Kallistrade to slowly back away.

The male without a hand, as he cried, pulled out a knife and came at her as well, tears streaming down his furious red face.

Kallistrade allowed herself to be cornered, both males positioned themselves close to her as she stood with her back to the wall, and just as they smiled at her, thinking they had her, she moved her sword with such swift grace and precision that now they were the ones who had to back up a few steps.

"Gentlemen, this has been quite... amusing, entertaining, if I must say, but I'm bored enough as it is, are we done playing?"

The males looked at each other, then back at her when they heard the clatter of her sword on the ground, stared at her in disbelief, but then lunged towards her at the same time. Kallistrade struck one in the stomach with the force of her foot, the other in the nose.

So fast they couldn't register her movements as one cried out in pain and the other let out a moan without air, she drew her two daggers again and rushed towards them, they recoiled, but then she slid across the ground right between them, ending up at their back.

When she stood up, blood dripping from her daggers, she sighed, wiping them with her sleeves. The two males behind her screamed in extreme pain, covering their bloodied dicks with both hands in hopes of stopping the intense bleeding. Kallistrade had sliced their favourite parts in two so quickly that they hadn't noticed until they felt the searing pain.

Across the room, Cyrus stared at her with a clenched jaw and murderous eyes.

Kallistrade looked at him and simply smiled with her mouth closed as she finished cleaning her knives, once she was done, she pulled out her two black powder pistols and shot the males right in their heads, their screams and cries ceased immediately, not taking her eyes off the ugly pirate on the other side.

She put away her pistols again, and with easy, unbothered steps, stepped over the two corpses that now made pools of blood on the ground to where her sword rested. The blade was slightly covered in blood from the severed hand of one of the mercenaries, so she wiped it with her clothes until the metal was shiny and admired her handiwork.

"You know, since you're so keen to know if my sword is real or not, I thought of the perfect way to show you its powers. How about that, huh, shall we give it a try?"

The door burst open then, and a panting, worried-looking Maddox came rushing into the room.

"I heard gunshots," he said, looking relieved to see an alive Kallistrade, not even bothering to look at the corpses.

"Yes, mines," she nodded to the mercenaries.

Zena and Elijah were there too, she realised when the female pushed Maddox aside to see if her captain was alright. Once the three sailors noticed the dead mercenaries, and the now cornered and shaky-legged Pirate Lord, their jaws clenched and their knuckles turned white as they understood the situation.

"Elijah, could you go and notify the Brethren that we are going to make some... changes?”

“Aye, Captain,” the male nodded, then left the room with a smile of pride.

"Guys, will you wait for me outside?"

"Aye, I'll come when the screaming stops," Zena laughed, and with the ease with which they hadn't entered before, both she and Maddox exited and closed the door behind them.

"Well, it's just you and me again."

"Kallistrade..."

"Uh-" she interrupted his cowardly cries. "It's Captain Devilsbane to you."

She raised her sword high, the light dimmed from the moon and lantern-lit room. The dark power that lived in the blade devoured the light of Cyrus' life from his dull, frightened eyes.

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The shouting stopped just as the door opened and Maddox walked back in.

"Sorry to interrupt, Captain."

Kallistrade turned around, her face covered in blood and the still blood dripping sword didn't startle her first mate at all.

"Don't worry, I was just finishing up, is something wrong?"

"There's someone looking for you," the female knitted her eyebrows together, waiting for further explanation, but none came.

"Someone I know?" The male shook his head, holding out a handkerchief to her as she approached him.

"Then who?"

"He's a mortal, calls himself Prince of Merchants. He says he has business he wants to talk to the High Pirate Lord."

The female laughed, Zena was out as well, and whistled at the sight of Kallistrade covered in blood.

"Then let's go surprise this so called merchant prince, shall we?" Both companions laughed, and still covered in Cyrus' blood, she walked towards said mortal who would be surprised by the Lord he was about to meet.

*booty: ‘treasure’ in pirate slang

[sleepymarmot]

Ocean's Eleven (2001) & Ocean's Twelve (2004)

Ocean's Eleven

This is basically the gold standard of modern masculine coolness, right?

I definitely saw this at some point, but that was so long ago that I remembered nothing of the specifics. I do remember Ocean’s Eight well enough to compare, though, and what I found out today is that Debbie wasn’t the only Ocean sibling to have a surprising amount of gay chemistry with their blond(e) right hand (wo)man. Good for all of them!

Danny/Tess made a valiant effort to keep up, but unfortunately, Tess’s entire character is the weakest part of the film. The story is male-centric to the extreme, and the only woman is a trophy for the protagonist to steal from the antagonist.

None of these people measure up in hotness to Cate Blanchett in Ocean’s Eight, but they did look nice. A special shout out to the bad guy, who suddenly acquired a dark brooding gothic demeanor when he realized his defeat.

Every review describes Ocean’s Eleven with adjectives such as “smooth”, “fun”, and “charming”, which is true, but in addition to that, an essential factor that makes it work as a “feel-good movie” for me is how non-violent it is, despite the hypermasculinity. The target of robbery is utterly unsympathetic, there’s little to no collateral damage, guns only enter the picture as a two second long fakeout. The viewers don’t have the reason to feel bad for anyone and can just bask in the good vibes. (Though personally, I still managed to get nervous a few times during the heist, even though I knew perfectly well that the job would end in success. I’m really not built for any kind of suspense, huh.) It’s extremely shallow, but instead of the common and annoying “pretends to be deep but fails” way, it’s shallow in the “our only goal is to make this as fun as possible” way, and that gets no objections from me.

Ocean's Twelve

I genuinely can’t tell if I’ve watched Ocean’s Twelve before in full or not. I remember the laser dancing sequence, and the Bruce Willis-Julia Roberts stuff feels familiar, but everything else feels totally new to my present self.

They Garak’d Brad Pitt so hard! Literally the first scene of the movie grabs the viewer by the shoulders and shouts “Oh you thought he seemed kinda gay? Here, look, he’s definitely attracted to women!” Also, God, Hollywood kissing close-ups are so obnoxious.

The thief/cop romance is not bad in theory, but felt forced in practice; now that Danny and Tess are back together, we need another obligatory white heterosexual will they/won’t they (that doubles as a no homo, see above). The “reveal” that the legendary thief who might or might not be dead, and the thief father who allegedly died around the same time, are in fact the same person, can be seen from miles away; the real surprise is that Isabel herself didn’t figure it out somehow.

Linus was only slightly annoying in the first one, but here he’s given prolonged scenes that are painfully awkward to watch. What was the point of making him the “immature SJW” if that didn’t even go anywhere?

Vincent Cassel is not as good of an antagonist as Andy García. Watching Terry Benedict threaten the crew at the beginning of the film was actually pretty fun, and the Night Fox just doesn’t have anything to be a worthy successor to that classic villain charisma.

Overall I have to say I was pretty bored. Perhaps it’s my fault for watching the second movie the day after the first, motivated more by curiosity than “I’m really missing the heist movie vibe right now”. Several times I thought “this can’t possibly be the real heist, it’s not good enough”. The final twist was decent if a bit predictable, but it wasn’t enough to justify the whole thing.

I considered completing the marathon with Ocean’s Thirteen (which I have no memory of, either), but perhaps it would be wise to leave it for later. I suspect movies like these work better as palate cleansers or light entertainment, and trying to be completionist with them like with typical series would be counterproductive. For now, it might be better to take a break from action movies starring white American men — I feel testosterone-poisoned already!

[ocean-blue-whump]

All the Light is Gone

Sunny + Star Masterlist

Thank you so much to @painful-pooch for helping me realize how I wanted to take this story. 

Sunny and Star Crew: @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpinggrounds @whumptakesthecake @justplainwhump @whumpfessional @winedark-whump - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: pet whump, BBU, lady whump, male whump, DEATH, drunk and angry whumper, bonded whumpees, Romantic whumpees, just a whole lot of fear and conditioning, brief mention of self-harming behavior due to stress, mild sexism 

***

“No, you stupid bitch, that’s not what I—“ Hunter sighs in frustration, slamming his fist into the doorframe. “Fuck! Don’t you dare hang up on me, I will fire your ass so fast and make sure your little bonuses aren’t enough to get you through the week!”

All of Comet’s senses are going into overdrive at how angry Hunter is, and he keeps one hand on Star’s back, a snarl stuck in his throat. Owner. Angry. Danger. He knows how it works. Mr. Bianchi has something bad happen at work, and he gets mad, and the bonded pair of pretty, breakable Romantics become his outlet. Speaking of…Sunny is kneeling next to Mr. Bianchi, visibly shaking with each time their owner raises his voice. 

He shouldn’t be that close, not when Mr. Bianchi is so angry. The Romantics are gorgeous things, and Comet doesn’t understand why they’re starved, especially Star. His heart warms as he looks down at her, despite how tense she is. He loves her, but the bond between her and Sunny…

He loves her and he protects both of them when Mr. Bianchi’s guests get too handsy. That’s all he can do. 

Another shout from Mr. Bianchi has all three pets violently flinching. “Are you really that dumb? Do you understand how fucking basic this is? A goddamn baby could do it. My fucking pets could do it! Even the brainless mutt of a Guard Dog.”

It’s not supposed to hurt. But it does, and Comet tries to keep the red off his face, knowing it’ll only enrage the man. 

“Maybe you should sell yourself to WRU. I think you’d be better as a Romantic than my employee.” Hunter rolls his eyes. “Don’t trust a woman to do anything that requires the smallest bit of thinking.”

A particularly vicious kick to the doorframe has Sunny whimpering, his blue eyes full of fear, and Comet can tell that Sunny is doing his best not to pull away. 

He doesn’t envy that about the Romantics, all the training so they stay in place when a hand wraps around their necks and squeezes. 

Comet gets to pull away. Sunny stays still like a good boy, and Star gets beat into the ground for daring to move. He can feel it now, how she wants to run to the boy and save him. He keeps his hand on her back. Don’t move, or he’ll make me hurt you and that hurts me too.

“Oh, don’t tell me that I’m sexist, sweetheart, I got two Romantics and they’re different genders…I mean, yeah, I treat the girl worse cause she’s a fucking bitch! Just like you, sweetheart. Awh, you want to file a complaint against me? Did you forget who you work for? Yeah, you should be fucking scared!” Hunter punches the wall again and recoils in pain. “Fuck! Listen, you dumb bitch…”

Star’s head snaps up and her back straightens, taking a position of attention, and Ray’s heart drops when Mr. Bianchi notices. 

His smile is amused at first, but out of nowhere, his face twists with rage and he grabs an empty beer bottle, lobbing it at her head. 

There’s no time to prevent it from happening, and all Comet can do is watch. Star yelps as the bottle smashes into the side of her head, glass scattering everywhere. A few shards embed themselves into her face and the rest fall to the floor. 

Comet feels a surge in his chest, the need to protect her from Mr. Bianchi, but he’s powerless. If he does anything that he wasn’t ordered to, it’ll only get worse. 

Star picks the largest shard out of her face and throws it to the floor, a few drops of blood falling with it. Comet keeps his hand on her. Don’t move. Please, Star, don’t move.

You’re still pretty even with glass in your face and that makes me nervous.

“The dog thought I was talking to her. I’m not done with you, though. You fix your mistake now! I don’t fucking care if you don’t sleep for weeks.”

There’s a brief pause before Hunter gets quiet—a dangerous sort of quiet that sends a chill down Comet’s spine. “Say that again.”

It’s the eye of the storm and Comet knows tonight is only going to get worse.

“You fucked up that badly that we lost a fucking buyer?” Hunter’s hand fists in Sunny’s hair, drawing a whine from the boy. 

Both Star and Comet are tense, and he’s ready to grab her and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. 

Hunter gives Sunny a condescending shake while he growls into his phone. “Listen. I’m done with you and your smartass mouth. I’ll give you ten minutes. Pack your shit and start running. Ten minutes before I send someone after you to make sure you don’t fuck anything else up. Got that, bitch?” There’s true venom in his voice as he hisses out, “I’m angry? You’re goddamn right I’m angry! You just cost me thirty thousand dollars!”

His grip tightens on Sunny’s hair and he lifts the boy up, slamming him full force into the wall. 

There’s a crunch. There’s a sickening crunch and then silence. Sunny falls to the ground, his body twisted like a puppet. His eyes flutter open only to flutter closed just as quickly. 

Comet doesn’t realize what the ear piercing scream is until he feels Star jolt, wanting to race forward. 

He holds her back. He holds her back and he knows, something deep inside him knows the boy didn’t make it, isn’t breathing anymore. 

Star feels it. She’s curled up and screaming, pushing against Comet with all her might but not going anywhere.

Mr. Bianchi is quiet too, but he keeps the phone to his ear as he bends down and presses two fingers to the inside of his neck. His cold, angry eyes lock onto Comet after a minute of poking and prodding with no response from Sunny. 

The boy doesn’t move, his neck bent at a cruel and unnatural angle. All the light has been sucked out of the room and Star is still screaming, clawing at the floor and Comet can feel her grief and anger. Her pain is so great that it clogs up the air and leaves an acidic taste on his tongue. 

Mr. Bianchi breathes out, his fingers still pressed against Sunny’s neck. “Comet, get her out of here.”

He can’t move, his eyes are locked onto Sunny’s…body. 

“Comet, now!” Mr. Bianchi roars. “Get that stupid dog out of here and make her stop screaming!”

The yelling snaps Comet back to reality, lets the white walls come crashing down and remind him that he needs to follow orders. But more importantly, as he picks up a screaming, shaking Star, he feels a pang deep in his chest. He can’t lose both of them, and Mr. Bianchi seems drunk and angry enough to lash out at Star and kill her too. 

He can’t lose both the people he lives for. He was trained to keep both of them in line and with both of them gone, what would he do? 

With both of them gone, what would happen to the warmth that blooms inside him when he sees them smile? 

Mr. Bianchi is still talking on the phone, still talking about his work, and Comet feels himself get mad. He’s a good dog, he knows he is, but he wants to lunge and rip out Mr. Bianchi’s throat, watch the red drip across the hardwood floor. 

Sunny is dead, so he doesn’t. Instead, he does what he can and holds Star close, carrying her up the stairs and being careful not to jar the glass still stuck in her face. 

Mr. Bianchi is still talking like he didn’t just kill Sunny, like in a split second he didn’t just rip a bonded pair apart. 

Like Star’s heart didn’t rip out of her chest the second Sunny was killed. 

She’s an incoherent mess by the time they’re back in the pet room, and it’s scaring Comet. Star isn’t the one who acts like this, she’s not the one who falls apart. He gently sets her on the floor before heading to the bathroom to grab the med kit, her sobs echoing around him. 

He sits on the floor and gently brings her head into his lap while he works at removing the glass with tweezers. 

“He’s g-g-gone…” Star stammers out, her chest heaving. “Sir killed him…he killed Sunny…killed me too…Comet, it hurts, this can’t be happening…”

All that only confirms Comet’s suspicions. She feels his pain like it’s her own, and with him gone, she’s falling apart. He runs his hand through her hair, and the other finishes pulling glass from her face. 

Star shudders, gasping for air. “I’m dying, I can’t…I can’t do this, I need him back!”

Comet doesn’t know what to do. He can’t make it better but he doesn’t like watching her suffer. He pulls her into his lap, pressing her back against his chest. “Do you want to sleep?” he murmurs, arms wrapped around her waist. 

She can’t stop crying, a seemingly endless stream of tears falling down her scarred face. “M-make it stop…I see him dying…why would Sir do that? I n-needed Sunny to survive and now he’s gone! I l-loved him…he was the good one, he was always the good one and this is my fault.”

He’s not supposed to talk much, but he hasn’t cared about that rule for a while. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he whispers into her hair. 

Star scratches at her arms, her whole body shaking like Mr. Bianchi had come at her with the taser. “You gotta bring him back, Comet. You need to.”

A sob gets stuck in Comet’s throat and he can’t push it down before the sound escapes. “I can’t, Star, please stop hurting yourself.” He was made for violence and at the end of the day, when all the light is gone, it’s the only thing that makes sense. He puts Star in a chokehold, feeling tears spill down his cheeks. “G-goodnight, Star.”

And then, once she’s limp in his arms and he can finally let go, he whispers, “I loved both of you and I can’t lose you too.”

The last time Comet cried was in the Facility, being beaten with a baton for misbehaving. He’s a good Guard Dog now, and good Guard Dogs don’t cry, but he’s not a good Guard Dog. He failed to protect the bondeds. 

Maybe Mr. Bianchi bought him not to protect them, but at some point, that changed. He curls himself over Star’s body, sobbing pathetically. He lives to protect them and he failed. 

He loved them both, but their Sunshine is gone. 

Sunny has gone and taken all the light with him. 

[findyourrp]

YOU NEED TO BE 19+ (i’m 23)

my discord is: outatime#3191

looking for an advanced lit/multiple paragraph roleplayer who only does (3rd person) bxb roleplay 1x1 on discord. I do not care what your irl gender is, as long as you roleplay a male character for the sake of the roleplay.

I am currently only looking for long-term role players who are equally as interested in plot and discussion as I am.

For oc's I do not like "anime" or "drawn" photos. Use real people for your faceclaims… but for the love of god, do not use yourself that is just weird.

I favor "historical" roleplays that take place in the 50s/60s because I feel like technology ruins plots. HOWEVER, this does not mean that I won't do a modern rp. I am willing to do modern as well.

I enjoy nsfw themes being included and I will not tolerate "fade to black." It is my personal preference. I want smut. Smut won't be the whole entire plot, but it will be included.

I prefer to be a sub & bottom, but I occasionally get a burst of energy to soft-dom & top every now and then. Therefore, I would classify myself more as a "switch with a preference to sub and bottom.

Nothing is more irritating than being ghosted, I try my best to make sure to include you in all plotting and arrangements because it's not all about me. If you're not liking my ideas, SUGGEST SOMETHING! I will try to incorporate it into whatever we're doing. I love when you have an equal role in our plotting.

HERE ARE SOME PLOTS:

I prefer dark roleplay plots

Plot #1

Muse A is a wounded soldier who gets picked up by the enemy medical crew after he had switched his uniforms. There is a language boundary, but the solider just pretends to be too 'out-of-it' to realize what's going on. The nurse, however, knows the solider is an enemy after finding a dog tag with his true identity.

Plot #2

an unknown monster plunges the world into chaos as a horde of monstrous creatures, known as the Valken, emerge from the depths of darkness. These creatures are twisted and fearsome, seeking to overrun humanity and bring about an apocalypse. I really want my oc to be deaf for this one just because I feel like it would add a drama aspect.

Plot #3

Muse A has been a resident of the local psychiatric hospital for a few years. Because of the nature, they keep to themselves and don't go out of the way to meet people. Muse B (you) is a newly admitted patient to the same hospital. They're loud & aggressive. A, by habit, goes out of their way to avoid B, but B is fascinated by him. B makes it their personal mission to get as close as they possibly can to A. One day B manages to steal a key card and ambushes A in a hallway. Once the two are alone, B is finally able to get forced conversations from Muse A and decides to keep A prisoner for as long as they can without getting caught

Plot #4

Last 2 men on earth in a world of all women. The guys are used for reproductive purposes- but they meet for the first time, after not knowing one another exists, and fall in love instantly. It turns out, they're gay for each other and try to escape!

Plot #5

Small town cop (you) x shop robber (me) *can be a dirty roleplay* .

🐀

outatime#3191