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Lip Correction Treatment In Vizag | Swarna Cosmo Care

Your smile is one of your most powerful features. But if you feel self-conscious about the shape, symmetry, or volume of your lips, it can affect your confidence. Fortunately, modern cosmetic procedures offer safe and effective ways to enhance your natural beauty. One such option is Lip Correction treatment in Vizag, and when it comes to trust and expertise, Swarna Cosmo Care leads the way.

What is Lip Correction Treatment?

Lip correction is a cosmetic procedure designed to improve the appearance of the lips. It addresses issues such as asymmetry, uneven lip lines, thin lips, or scars. This treatment is suitable for people who want to:

Reshape uneven or irregular lips

Add volume to thin lips

Correct lip deformities caused by injury or surgery

Fix drooping or sagging lips

Achieve a more balanced facial appearance

At Swarna Cosmo Care, we offer personalized lip correction solutions tailored to your unique facial structure and aesthetic goals.

Why Lip Correction Treatment in Vizag?

Vizag is emerging as a hub for advanced cosmetic treatments. People from across Andhra Pradesh and even neighboring states are choosing Lip Correction treatment in Vizag because of the high-quality services available at affordable prices.

Swarna Cosmo Care is a top-rated clinic in Vizag, known for its expert team of dermatologists and cosmetologists, state-of-the-art technology, and a client-first approach. We ensure that every patient receives the best care and outstanding results.

Types of Lip Correction Procedures

Lip correction treatment isn't one-size-fits-all. Depending on your concerns and desired results, there are several procedures available:

1. Lip Fillers

Lip fillers use hyaluronic acid-based injectables to enhance lip volume and definition. They are non-surgical, minimally invasive, and give immediate results. Fillers can:

Plump up thin lips

Define the lip borders (vermillion border)

Create symmetry between the upper and lower lips

2. Lip Lift Surgery

A lip lift is a minor surgical procedure that reduces the distance between the nose and upper lip. It results in a youthful, lifted appearance. Ideal for:

Aging lips that have sagged

Increasing the visibility of the upper lip

Improving lip shape and contour

3. Lip Reshaping

This is a cosmetic procedure to correct structural deformities or enhance the shape of the lips. It can be done surgically or through advanced laser techniques. It is suitable for correcting congenital asymmetry or damage due to injury.

4. Laser Lip Correction

Laser treatment is used for mild reshaping or scar correction. It’s precise, painless, and comes with minimal downtime. This technique is often combined with other cosmetic treatments for optimal results.

At Swarna Cosmo Care, all these options are available and recommended after a thorough consultation and facial analysis by our cosmetic experts.

What to Expect During the Procedure?

Consultation

The journey begins with a detailed consultation at Swarna Cosmo Care. Our specialists will analyze your facial features, discuss your goals, and recommend the most suitable treatment plan.

Procedure

Depending on the chosen treatment (filler, surgery, or laser), the procedure can take between 30 minutes to 2 hours. Most procedures are done under local anesthesia, ensuring your comfort.

Recovery

Non-surgical treatments like fillers have minimal downtime.

Surgical options may require 5–7 days of recovery.

Minor swelling or bruising is normal and fades within a few days.

Our team at Swarna Cosmo Care provides detailed aftercare instructions and is always available for follow-ups.

Benefits of Lip Correction Treatment

Choosing Lip Correction treatment in Vizag has numerous benefits, especially when done by a reputable clinic like Swarna Cosmo Care:

Enhances lip shape and fullness

Corrects asymmetry and deformities

Improves overall facial aesthetics

Boosts self-esteem and confidence

Offers long-lasting results

Our goal is not just to change your lips but to help you feel more beautiful and confident in your own skin.

Who is an Ideal Candidate?

Lip correction treatment is suitable for:

Individuals with naturally thin or uneven lips

People with lip scarring due to accidents or surgery

Aging individuals facing lip volume loss or sagging

Anyone unhappy with the shape, size, or position of their lips

If you’re considering this treatment, visit Swarna Cosmo Care for a professional evaluation. Our team ensures that you are both physically and emotionally ready for the procedure.

Why Choose Swarna Cosmo Care for Lip Correction Treatment in Vizag?

When it comes to facial aesthetics, experience and precision matter. Here’s why Swarna Cosmo Care is your best choice:

1. Expert Team

Our clinic is led by highly trained dermatologists and cosmetic surgeons with years of experience in lip and facial procedures.

2. Personalized Approach

We understand that every face is different. That’s why our treatments are customized to suit your features, expectations, and medical history.

3. Advanced Equipment

We use cutting-edge technology for precision and safety. From dermal fillers to surgical tools, our infrastructure is modern and reliable.

4. Safe and Hygienic Environment

We follow the highest standards of hygiene and sterilization, ensuring a safe environment for all procedures.

5. Post-Treatment Support

Our care doesn’t end after the procedure. We stay connected with our clients through regular follow-ups and support.

If you’re looking for the Best Lip Correction treatment in Vizag, Swarna Cosmo Care is the name you can trust.

FAQs About Lip Correction Treatment in Vizag

Q1: Is lip correction treatment safe? A: Yes, when performed by certified professionals using quality products and tools, lip correction is safe and effective.

Q2: How long do the results last? A: Depending on the procedure, results can last from 6 months to several years. Surgical corrections are usually permanent.

Q3: Is there any downtime? A: Non-surgical procedures have little to no downtime. Surgical procedures may require 5–7 days of recovery.

Q4: Will it look natural? A: Absolutely. At Swarna Cosmo Care, we focus on subtle, natural-looking enhancements that complement your facial features.

Q5: How much does it cost? A: The cost varies based on the procedure. Visit us for a consultation, and we’ll provide a personalized quote based on your needs.

Final Thoughts

Your lips are an essential part of your facial identity. If you’re unhappy with their shape, volume, or symmetry, don’t let it affect your confidence. With advanced Lip Correction treatment in Vizag, you can achieve the smile you’ve always wanted—safely, effectively, and affordably.

At Swarna Cosmo Care, we’re committed to helping you feel confident and beautiful. Our experienced team, advanced technology, and personalized approach make us the most trusted name in cosmetic care in Vizag.

Book Your Consultation Today

Ready to transform your lips and enhance your confidence? Contact Swarna Cosmo Care today to schedule your consultation. Let us help you put your best face forward with the best Lip Correction treatment in Vizag.

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isasweetie · 5 months ago

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in which you’re forced into having a talk with your ex-boyfriend, rafe cameron, on the boat ride to morocco.

being a pogue and rafe cameron’s ex was not easy. although you dated shortly before he killed peterkin, and you were sure he barely even remembered your favourite colour, seeing him blatanly disrespect you and his friends, and go down a path you tried so hard to prevent him from, was hard to watch. but now he’s picked himself up since ward died. you thought you had another chance to at least be on good terms. sending flowers and a card to tanneyhill when ward died, smiling at him when you’d see him around. it didn’t work, he still hated you and your friends.

fortunately, he redeemed himself ever so slightly by volunteering to take the pogues to morocco. rafe had to find chandler groff, you guys wanted the blue crown. it was perfect.

until jj punched him, that is. he knocked him out cold. with a scolding “jj!” coming from majority of the pogues, including you, jj carries him down into the downstairs washroom and ties his wrists to a pole. they don’t trust him, which is fair. you don’t either — you shouldn’t, anyway.

rafe was down there quietly for a mere half hour until he woke up with a groan from his head hitting the ground earlier, followed up with yelling once he realizes he was stuck down there.

all touching your noses and saying ‘not it’ the minute pope suggests someone going down there to check on him, you’re the unlucky one who said it last. shutting up your protests, john b gently coaxes you downstairs, saying things like, “you used to mack on him”, “this is good, you know him”, “he won’t hurt you,” john b leaves you downstairs once you make it to the door of the bathroom. knocking gently, you timidly ask, “can i come in?”

there’s no answer. you can picture him. wrists tied, brows furrowed, eyes closed tightly as his head leans against the wall and towards the ceiling. his gorgeous stressed face. you slowly open the door, peeking your head in. “hi,” you say gently, timid around the scary and aggressive man you have the curse of calling your ex.

“…hey,” rafe says, voice rough as he shuts his eyes tight.

unsure what to say, you awkwardly stand there and stare down at him. “um, i brought asprin,”

“right, right, like i can fuckin’ swallow it. what, you gonna throw it in my mouth like a.. seal or something?” sassy, his upper lip lifts a bit as he thinks about it and isn’t very fond of the idea.

a second of silence as you figure out what to say. “…um, ill just set it down here,” you say, putting the container down beside him. “sorry about your head.”

“yeah, uh, your little boyfriend can’t control his fists, huh?”

“…not my boyfriend,” you correct softly, though you’re not sure why you feel the need to tell him that. “but no one really.. trusts you, rafe, so you kind of brought this on yourself—“

he quickly interrupts you. “bullshit. you know why that’s bullshit? because i was helping. who got you this boat, huh? me. i did. rafe. i’m the reason that you guys aren’t swimming, or some shit, to north africa. i’m being helpful and understanding, and this is what i get. you think that’s fair?” when you’re stood there in silence at his sudden raised voice, he repeats, “you think that’s fucking fair, y/n!?” he kicks a can in anger.

it’s like you’re his girlfriend again as you sit down next to him instantly instead of running. you get deja vu to the time three years ago when he was high on coke and got kicked out of the house. everyone ignored him except for you. “..um, okay, i’m gonna give you some asprin,” you say softly. “help your head. open,” you tell him, grabbing a pill as he gives you a look but opens his mouth. you pop it in his mouth and he dry swallows. “there.”

you two share a look. you don’t think it’s a bad look by any means. he looks frustrated still, but there’s an underlying gentleness in his eyes, as if he registers you’re still the same girl you were when you two were together. “…and, um, for the record, i don’t think it’s fair that you’re down here. you helped us, thats.. nice.”

the word ‘us’ when referring to you and the pogues makes him feel weird. “i don’t get why you hang out with them,” he mutters as he looks at the ground. “tried so fucking hard to keep you away from them when we were.. together.”

“i know,” you whisper, your gaze dropping as well, to his tied wrists. you feel awful. “trust me, your warnings still play in my head when i’m with them sometimes,”

“you remind me of sarah.” he says. you’re not sure what that means.

“you hate sarah,”

“nah, nah— i don’t hate her. hate who she’s turned into,” he adjusts himself. “she makes me sad. i’m sad for her, alright? she had so much potential.“ he shrugs. “but there’s no saving her. she’s in too deep,” he looks back up at you again. “i think there’s saving you, though,”

“…this is weird, rafe,”

“how?” he asks.

“because in the years we’ve been broken up, you’ve never talked to me about this. feels like it’s a… trick or something,”

“it’s not a trick,” he assures, voice still rough. “look, i’m out half a mill, i’m tied up in a bathroom, i’m probably gonna.. die or something. i got nothing to lose, may as well tell you my concern,”

“um, i appreciate it,” you say gently, unsure how to respond. “and i’m gonna go back upstairs.”

“hey— no, woah, woah, woah,” he stops you quickly. “stay. okay?”

“i should go up and help with dinner, though—“

“no, stay. i— i want you to stay, okay? i don’t wanna be down here alone, and i want you away from the pogues,”

he doesn’t wanna be alone. you feel bad for him all over again, nodding gently as you sit back down beside him. you always were so good for rafe.

you’re not sure how long you’ll be down here with him. maybe until it’s late at night and he’s asleep. so gently, after about five minutes of silence, to ease some of the tension and pass the time, you murmur a, “truth or dare?”

rafe just smiles.

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pseudowho · 5 months ago

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"Oh! Kento-- wait-- please please please--"

Kento turned back on the bustling Tokyo street, the night bullied away by neon signs, light pollution, and the pollution of the wayward drunken laughers. He only came on staff nights out, now, because you'd be there. He peered at you, tie-loose, hair-mussed and bleary, as you knelt in front of a Gacha machine. You rummaged in your purse for a coin.

Kento grunted, smirking, and reached into his clinking pocket, swaying back to you with liquor-rusted words.

"You're drunk. Here--"

"A-ha!" You birthed a 500 yen coin from your purse, triumphant, and Kento felt childishly disappointed that he couldn't pay for your inebriation treat for you. He watched you fumble the coin into the Gacha machine, and turn the wheel, crank, crank, cranking until there sounded a hollow tok, and a skrrr-skrrr-skrrr, tok.

The Gacha pod landed in the dispenser. You gasped, biting your lip in sweet anticipation, and looking up at Kento. He could barely contain himself from his own adoration, wanting nothing more than to reach down and grasp your plush cheeks and press his lips to yours and taste the drink off your tongue and--

"Kiss, Kento."

Kento frog-blinked, wondering if he'd spoken such impurities aloud, and opened his mouth to apologise. But he paused again, leaning down over you, knelt on the pavement, where you held the Gacha pod up to him, and repeated yourself, ditzy-drunk.

"Kiss it, Kento. For luck. For me."

Self-conscious, and grumbling in a way that only deepened your grin, Kento leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the Gacha pod as you laughed. He straightened up, looking up and down the street to see if anyone saw, his vision a few seconds slower than his mind, wading through whiskey.

Heat rose up Kento's neck, and he opened his mouth again to suggest something stupid like why don't you come back to mine for another drink and--

"Awww, damn! This one again!" Kento looked down at you, owlish and inquisitive. You held up a little keychain, with a disappointed half-smile on your lips. You grimaced up at him, shrugging.

"That was my last shot I think. This line discontinues next week. Never mind." You tapped the front of the Gacha machine, stroking the green image of the one you were after, wistful.

Kento pulled you to your feet, and you linked your arm through his, swaying down the street together. Kento swallowed hard, wishing you were on his back, but instead blurted out;

"I'm sorry my kiss wasn't lucky enough."

You sighed, pensive, swinging your keychain on one finger.

"I'm sure they're plenty lucky. Just, maybe not for me."

Kento barely registered your words, distracted and glancing back down the street at the flashing Gacha machine, growing ever more distant.

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Between lessons a few days later, you crept into your office to dump essays on your desk, and snatch five minutes of peace. Settling your mug down, you saw the glimmer of brightly coloured plastic on the centre of your keyboard.

You blinked, curious, before a smile of realisation broke out across your face. A Gacha pod. You recalled, with your cheeks growing hot, how you had begged Kento for his lucky kiss, and how he hadn't corrected you when you told him that his lucky kisses would only be lucky for another girl. You felt a sting of humiliation...

...but, nobody else could have left this gift. Taking a deep breath, and pressing your lips to the pod (unknowingly stealing a kiss that had already been left there for you), you cracked it open-- and squealed with delight, ecstatic and fizzing with joy, to find your collection completed in the eleventh hour.

Later, at the first ring of the lunchtime bell, you knocked on the door to Kento's office. No answer. You knocked again, and gently opened the door, peering round and calling out.

"Kento...?"

Still, no answer. You crept in, closing the door behind you. His office was empty, his desk sparse and functional as always, not wanting to turn his desk into anything that would suggest he thought of work as home. The cupboard on his desk, was, however, straining at its latch, wonky at the closing seam from something stuffed inside.

Curious once more, you stroked the bursting seam of the cupboard, and undid the latch.

A veritable ball-pit burst forth over the office, with Gacha pods of yellow and red and orange and pink and blue and purple and black and white and--

--and every colour, except for green. Dozens and dozens of Gacha pods...except, for green. That one, you held in your purse. You swallowed hard, blinking back tears, and collected Gacha after Gacha, from beneath cupboards and radiators, rolled to all four corners of Kento's office.

Setting to work, you sat cross-legged on the floor, emptying the pods of their keychains one by one. Thousands and thousands of yen tallied before your eyes, and the plain, unassuming desk behind you said nothing of your coworker's secret obsession. And how he couldn't face you. And how you would never have known.

You sat in silence, with a lap full of empty Gacha pods, and listening to the birds singing songs of summer outside the window. You thought, and thought, and thought. You ripped pages from your notebook, tearing them to shreds, and set to work once more. By the time you were finished, the lunch bell rang again. You crammed the final Gacha back into the cupboard.

You could only wait, and hope.

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The warm summer rain started as evening began to roll in. You looked out of the Bistro window from your table for two, your belly twisted with nerves. Your green prize was clasped in your hand, a lucky charm; one earned with far more luck than a simple kiss could give.

You heard the jangling of a bell behind you. You dared not look up, instead just listening-- slow, familiar footsteps. The rattling clunk of a tote bag being placed before you, filled with Gacha pods. The rustle of a stack of carefully unfolded little notes, all with one word on; 'tomorrow'. 'Café'. 'You'. 'Me'. '8pm.'

"You broke into my cupboard."

You pursed the smile between your lips, your eyes closing with the silken chastisement, made without venom. Kento's cologne washed over you as he sat on the chair opposite, removing his glasses in a way that softened his face completely, looking at his lap with a smile. When he looked up at you, it was with a love so unapologetic that you could have cried.

You felt your nose stinging again, and set your green Gacha prize on the table between the two of you. Sheets of rain washed down the Bistro windows, and you cleared your throat, your voice cracking.

"This is quite the prize."

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"Kento! I'm home!"

You dumped your shoes and bag at the door, padding into the living room on bare feet. Kento leaned away from the stove, twirling spaghetti, and offering you the smiles he offered nobody else. He anticipated you, as your mouth opened.

"--yes, I went to the Gachapon. They're on the sofa. Pre-kissed."

You gasped in delight, in the same way you had that night, and bounced onto the sofa, two Gacha leaping with you.

"Two?" You cried, to his shrug, "I only said one-- you can't keep funding my habit, Kento--"

"I'm sure one would have been fine. But, just in case."

You barely registered Kento stepping over to you in his apron, with two steaming bowls, so focused were you on cracking open your Gacha pods. Taking a deep breath, you undid the wrapper...and cheered, your arms flinging into the air.

"Your kisses really are lucky, Kento, gosh...well, one more, then, I--"

You had cracked open the final Gacha. A ring tumbled into your hand, and your brain short-circuited. You trembled, rolling it around in your palm. The two halves of the pod clattered to the floor, forgotten. Your vision swam, and you sniffled, and looked up.

Kento had dipped onto one knee before you, aproned and still, with two bowls of pasta In his hands. In the crucial moment, he seemed anxious. He cleared his throat, his voice thickening.

"I would...like to fund your habit for the rest of our lives. If you'll have me."

A laugh bubbled through your tears, and you wiped your cheeks, allowing Kento to slide the ring into place on your finger. You held his broad hand in serene silence, time standing still, before you spoke.

"...so this ring is just...just one in the collection, right? Wait-- no, Kento, COME BACK, PLEASE-- I'M JUST FUCKING WITH YOU--"

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sqtorux · 8 months ago

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love makes a man tender— the same could be said for a monster.

sukuna sits patiently with his daughter on his lap while she applies various colours on his face he finds so hideous.

her small little hands pat the products into his skin, a bit too aggressively for his liking but he lets her regardless, not without a few grunts and huffs of annoyance though.

"pick another one" sukuna says in an irritated tone when she brought a bright pink blush close to his face.

the child only pouts "but 'ts pretty!!" now if you must know, sukuna dislikes pink; hates it even. it looks lively and soft — the exact opposite of who he was. (also maybe because a certain someone aka his least favourite niece has the exact same hair colour but the girl doesn't need to know that).

despite that, sukuna finds himself giving into that stupid pout he somehow catches himself adoring. all four of his eyes roll "get on with it then."

the giggles that follow after almost made him want to paint all of himself pink. almost.

however, what drove him to the edge was when he was asked to close his eyes so she could apply yet another colour onto them.

being the kid she is, she does it a bit sloppy— accidentally poking his eyes once or twice. "brat that hurts" sukuna growls but makes no move to stop her.

he thinks the foolish eye pokes were worth it when a light peck lands on each of his eyes "sorry daddy!" the child chuckles and sukuna opens his eyes.

one of his four hands make their way to her lips stained with a faint black— which he guesses were from his eyes, and wipes them away gently. "you look stupid."

the girl ignores his half assed words and brings yet another bright shade and begins applying it onto his lips. he sits obediently.

"there! you're done. you're so pretty daddy!!" the child squeals in excitement and brings a mirror to her father's face.

sukuna stares into the mirror and frowns "how horrifying."

"do you not like it?"

sukuna scoffs and places the mirror down "i have always wanted to look abominable."

"yes you look adorable!" the girl giggles while clapping her tiny hands together happily. sukuna doesn't correct her.

later when she sleeps and you're talking the makeup off for him, sukuna complaints.

"this is the result of the small brat's assault."

you only laugh in response and his eyes stare up to you. "i am being very serious."

"then why didn't you stop her?"

sukuna doesn't have an answer to that because that would mean he had to admit his affection for yet another person after you.

"that's right, you'd do anything for her won't you?" your chuckle makes all four of his eyes roll. he seems to do that a lot lately.

"the small brat and the big brat love tormenting me."

you raise a brow at this, "and do you have a problem with that?"

sukuna huffs but the soft expression replacing his usually grim one betrays the act of annoyance he puts up.

"i wouldn't have it any other way."

#✎𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna #jjk drabble #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x you

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antl3rqueen · 22 days ago

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18+ sub!ellie accidental text

ellie was sitting on her bed playing video games on her ps4 when she heard her phone ding with a text notification. she paused her game and picked up her phone, her eyes widening as she opened your text.

it was a photo of you. in the photo you had the camera facing a mirror with your whole body on display. you were wearing nothing but your underwear, lacy underwear may i add.

ellie’s cheeks immediately flushed a light shade of red, a warmth settling in her lower stomach as she gawked at the photo you had sent her. this must've been an accidental send. maybe you had sent it to the wrong contact because you guys had only interacted a few times to work on a project together last semester. you weren't even friends.

you: ohmygod ellie i didn’t mean to send this to you-

ellie had been correct. you hadn't meant to send her a photo of you in your underwear but now that she had seen it, she couldn’t stop thinking about it… about you. she couldn't stop staring at your delicious thighs or the way the red material complimented your skin colour perfectly. she could've sworn that you had been sculpted by aphrodite herself.

ellie: its okay... nice underwear.

ellie couldn't help but compliment you. the picture you had sent her had shifted her focus away from the game she was supposed to be playing, she was now focused on you only. ellie lay back on her bed and tugged her joggers down, leaving her in a pair of boxers and her shirt. she knew she shouldn't be doing this, she knew she should probably feel ashamed because the photo was meant for someone else's eyes and not hers but she just couldn't help herself.

ellie grabbed her phone and lifted her shirt, showcasing her abs for you. she silently praised herself for working on her abs as much as she did whenever she could be bothered to go to the gym. she took several photos and sent the best-looking one to you.

ellie: now we're even

ellie could see that you had seen her message but you didn't seem to be responding. several minutes had passed and ellie had wondered if she had maybe gone too far, she was starting to get a little worried. she was about to send you a string of apologies before her phone dinged again.

you: nice abs williams ;)

another notification from you and this time you had sent her a video. ellie felt utterly excited as she pressed the play button, your soft voice ringing through her phone speaker.

"hey, this wasn't how I thought this night would be going but... I'm so horny and I think you can help with that." ellie watches as you pan the camera down, your fingers spreading your pussy lips open for her to see. "you see that, els? i'm so wet. you did that to me." you sink two fingers into your sopping hole, a gasp leaving your lips as you feel the pleasurable feeling overwhelm your senses. "mmmm, wish it was your fingers... your abs are so sexy, ellie."

ellie scrambled out of her boxers as quickly as she could, her own fingers slipping inside of herself, mirroring your actions. it made her so unbelievably wet to hear you praise her abs, to hear you call her sexy.

she wanted to feel what you were feeling right now. ellie took immense pleasure in knowing you were both touching yourself together, even if it was through a screen. if only you could see the effect you had on her, how she had only just started touching herself and she was already a whiny mess. how pathetic.

ellie was already getting there but she wanted to cum with you so she forced herself to hold it back, a string of whimpers and whines leaving her lips as she willed herself to slow her movements.

she watched as you adjusted the camera, your body and face coming into view. you looked so fucking beautiful to her with your brows furrowed and your head thrown back in pleasure, the wet sounds of your fingers pistoning in and out of your pussy filling the room. she mentally reminded herself to save this video to her camera roll for later, intending to use it as jerk-off material for the rest of her life.

you started hitting that delicious spot as you curl your fingers inside of yourself, a particularly loud moan blessing ellie's ears. "ohmygod, i'm going to cum!" your face was flushed and your moans were picking up in volume, giving ellie the go-ahead to speed up her movements again. she feels the coil in her stomach tighten, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan as she creams all over her fingers with you... together."fuckfuckfuck!"

the phone slips out of ellies hands, her whines turning into soft breaths as she removes her fingers from her pussy, a string of her cum connecting her to it. she brings her fingers up to her mouth and tastes herself, licking her juices from her fingers.

ellie silently thanked whatever force was out there that night for her to end up being the one who was sent your nudes instead of whoever it was intended to.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #sub ellie williams #wlw smut #wlw #tlou ellie #tlou ellie smut

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gremlingottoosilly · 5 months ago

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könig X emotional pregnant reader when the baby shower cake doesn't have a colour ?

Konig fucked up. To his grace, he didn't really think it would be such a big deal - the whole gender reveal party (which consists of literally just you and him, your freshly kidnapped self not allowed to have friends, and Konig not having anyone who he would trust with his pregnant darling free at the moment) was kind of his idea. A way to make you feel a bit less tense about the whole getting pregnant thing. He knows you're still overly emotional about the whole kidnapping thing - you were almost hysterical when you took the test, squeezing his hand and almost punching him. He let you punch him because he kinda deserved it - for that dumb smile on his face, not able to hide his excitement. He actually knocked you up. Made you his. Konig was excited the whole week after the doctor's visit - he was having a boy, a little runt who would be just like him and would, hopefully, turn out to be half as pretty as his mom. Konig never thought he would even want to have children, still terrified at the thought of being like his father - but he stares at your empty, scared face and knows that having a kid would mean one very sweet thing. He won. Over you, your tears, and your attempts at escaping. Forced his way into your life and made you unable to leave. Fucking sweet. So, he kinda fucked up on this one. Wrote to a bakery and ordered a small gender-reveal cake. Went on a short rescue mission in another city and completely forgot about the filling. By the time the bakery broke his phone with calls about almost missing a cake picking-up deadline, he had decided it wouldn't really matter. But, oh, it did. With you - his precious, adorable, the prettiest wife in the world - hysterically sobbing on his chest, thinking you're going to give birth to an invisible baby. He tried to correct you, saying that if this was the case, he wouldn't have brought you cake - but at this point, you became hormonally violent and tried to choke him. Again. God, he didn't know that kidnapping a wife would lead to this. By the time you finally realized that he just kind of revealed you have a son on your own, it was too late not to punch him a few more times. He took it like a good boy - let you get all of your anger out on him like you can actually hurt him with this. He kissed your anger away afterwards, letting you eat most of the cake and then licked the crumbs off your lips like a gross dog. You are still not sure about the whole having a baby thing, but at least you could delegate all the efforts of buying boys' clothes to Konig.

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victressbeautylounge · 6 days ago

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hkclinic · 6 months ago

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rafecameronssl4t · 4 months ago

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What’s in My Bag Interview || Drew Starkey x actress!reader

Summary: Reader partaking in Refinery29’s What’s In My Bag interview!!!!!!

Warnings: none!!!

Word count: 1,127

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The camera pans in as two smiling women stand before a white table. One speaks first, "Hi, I'm Brianna," she says, flashing a grin. "And I'm Sara," the second chimes in, her energy equally lively. "And we're about to spill it!" Brianna declares. "And guess whose celebrity bag this is!" Sara finishes.

Off-camera, you sit comfortably in front of a monitor, arms crossed and lips curved into an amused smile. as the two dive into your bag with giddy curiosity. The first item they fish out is your phone. "Okay, wait—no case?" Brianna gasps, holding it up for the camera to see. "Bold choice," Sara agrees, examining it closely. Then her eyes narrow.

"Wait, who’s this on the wallpaper?" They angle the screen toward the camera, revealing the photo. "Is this her boyfriend?" Sara guesses, her tone suddenly conspiratorial. "Or maybe just some random guy at Disneyland," Brianna jokes, though the way she squints at the image suggests she doesn’t fully believe it.

Behind the monitor, your shoulders shake with silent laughter, enjoying the speculation. Next, Brianna pulls out your sunglasses. "Ooh, vintage Chanel," she gushes, inspecting the delicate details on the frames before showing the camera, "she's got style." "Agreed," Sara nods.

Then she pulls out something heavier. "Okay, so there's a camera in here, like old school film camera" Sara announces, holding it up. Brianna digs deeper in your bag, before pulling out a roll of film. "So is this a clue? Should I open it?" Sara wonders aloud. "Maybe don’t," Brianna laughs nervously as they exchange giggles.

"Okay, next—Ted Gibson Texture Spray," Sara announces, holding up the bottle like a prize. "We love this!" "So good," Brianna agrees, nodding. "So she's got great hair," Brianna continues as you make eye contact with the camera that is focused on you and playfully flip your hair. "And what’s this?" Brianna pulls out your hand cream.

"How do you even say this? Goe… Go-ee oil?" Brianna stumbles, sniffing it cautiously. "Interesting smell," Sara comments, scrunching her nose. "It kinda smells like sunscreen," Brianna comments as you let out a soft snort, leaning closer to the camera and whispering "I thought it smelled good!"

Sara's hand then closes around something shiny and gold. "The only way out is through," she reads from the surface of a coin, inspecting it closely. Sara furrows her brow. "Is this… a medal?" "No, wait—it says ‘challenge coin,’" Brianna corrects, turning it over in her hands.

"Is this, like, a secret society thing?" Sara wonders. "Or maybe a movie prop?" Brianna counters. Behind the monitor, you laugh to yourself, your shoulders shaking slightly. "Drinking game!" You say lowly to the camera, amused by their speculation. "Maybe an actress?" Brianna says as Sara hums thoughtfully.

You turn your head to the camera again, winking. Sara then pulls out a small pin with the text “LOVE DC, GO” embossed on it. "Okay, are you from DC?" Brianna asks, holding it up for the camera. Laughing, you shake your head. "Initials!" you say quietly, clearly enjoying yourself.

"Ooh, cute," Sara pulls out your nail paint. "OPI in the colour 'Girl', super cute," Sara says. You flash your nails at the camera. "Did these in the car on the way here!" you confess with a cheeky grin. Brianna then pulls out your car keys. "Keys to a Mercedes," Brianna observes, dangling them in the air. "She’s driving in style," Sara teases.

They then pull out some gum. "So she's definitely someone who talks to people a lot," Sara guesses as Brianna pulls out some cash. "Canadian money?" Brianna says, unfolding the bill. "Is she Canadian maybe?" Sara questions. "Wait—there’s also Barbadian dollars. Are you Bajan?" Brianna asks, genuinely curious as she looks at the camera.

You silently laugh, throwing your head back, unable to hold yourself back. "A fan favourite!" Brianna gasps, holding up your Baccara Rouge 540 perfume. "She smells good!" Sara comments. They then pull out some bar wrappers. "She's on the go! I feel like she is someone who travels a lot. She's either an actress, or a travel influencer." Sara comments.

"She's an important person, obviously, she's in front of the camera. Whether that's her own, or other people's camera." Brianna guesses. "Can we get a hint?" Sara questions. "She's in the Outer banks cast," the producer says as the two girls look at each other with a knowing look. "Is it Y/n Y/l/n?" They say, "Yes! You're right!" The producer confirms, and you step into view, pulling off your headphones with a big grin as they squeal.

"Hi!" you greet, waving as you step onto the set. "You’re even more gorgeous in person!" Sara exclaims, pulling you into a hug. Laughing, you return the embrace before turning to Brianna. "Aw, thank you! It’s so nice to meet you both!" you say, settling between them.

"How did it feel watching us go through your stuff?" Brianna question, "Hilarious," you admit, still laughing. "I was cracking up the whole time," you say as they chuckle. "I thought this was a good clue because we shot OBX in Barbados the past couple seasons," you say picking up the Barbadian money as their mouths drop in synchronised surprise.

"And this," You pick up the coin, "Charlie, who plays Big John in the series, gave everybody this coin for a drinking game. It’s part of a drinking game and basically, if someone challenges you with their coin and you don’t have yours, you buy drinks." You explain.

"And I think it says," You start, opening the coin package, "yeah, Outer Banks season three," You chuckle. "Oh my goodness, we should have opened it but we didn't want to be nosey," Brianna says as you laugh. "Yeah, no you should!" You say. "Now we know next time," Sara adds on as the three of your chuckle.

"This is a pin I got when we wrapped Glass Onion," you explain, holding up the small, gold-embossed pin. "The ‘DC’ stands for Daniel Craig," you add with a smile. Their eyes widen, and Brianna lets out an excited gasp. "Love Daniel Craig!" she exclaims, her tone brimming with enthusiasm.

"Same," you chuckle, enjoying their reactions. "This is actually my second pin, though," you admit, tilting your head slightly. "I lost the first one but he was sweet enough to give me this replacement just last week in London," You explain.

Next, you pick up your phone. "This is my co star and boyfriend Drew Starkey," You reveal with a grin as the girls erupt into cheers "I thought this would be another fun clue," You chuckle. "That we failed," Brianna chuckles. You laugh. "One of my favourite people. Hi, babe!" you add with a wink at the camera.

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spitdrunken · 5 months ago

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HIAHA I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE MR SCARLETELLA CAN YOU WRITE MORE. so odd and unsettling and obscene m just giggling with delight

HIIII thank you so much for the high praise <3 this has kind of a different vibe from the last one but plays with similar-esque concepts!!!! this is 'weird and obscene' LMAO

Notes: Suggestive, mild body horror, bolded = dialogue in the Other World's language.

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How do you touch a man without a physical form? Or, you suppose, 'man' isn't quite the correct term. 'Apparition' would perhaps best describe him. Though he can reach out to you and make you feel the illusion of touch, you can't actually make contact with him. Your hand passes through him as if he were nothing but air.

You don't think he minds. It's always a bit hard to tell, with him. Mr. Scarletella ususally just stares you down with a dead look, communication relatively limited. But you would like to touch him! So you experiment a little, an action for which no mutually intelligible word exists. Still, he doesn't move as you poke and prod at different parts of his body, coming up short every single time.

You crouch down before poking at his ankle, just in case. When you look up, your heart stops for just a moment. Mr. Scarletella's neck is snapped back, folded in on itself in order to observe you. Vacant-seeming eyes are trained on your every movement. The sight makes you feel squeamish. "God... Not do," you tell him. "Head look hurt. Not funny." There's no other way you can think of to put it. You get up and stick your hand down, waving your hand in the other direction at the side of his head. He seems to understands what you mean, as his skull snaps back in its usual direction. You circle around him. "Sorry. Not want upset you." He says, although you know he'll never really listen or learn, not when it comes to these things. "Me like you. You like me." As if you'd ever forget. You beckon him. Rather than simply leaning down, his form flickers, distorting, before reappearing in the desired position. There's just one place you haven't touched yet. Once again, you extend your hand, the tips of your fingers brushing against the top of his umbrella. The surface is smooth to the touch and wets your skin, accompanied by a small burst of static ringing in your ears. It takes a moment for the significance to register. "Oh! I can touch your umbrella!" You say, forgetting the Other World's language in excitement over your discovery. Even though it's relatively small. You can't touch Mr. Scarletella himself, but the umbrella appears to be 'realer' than the rest of him. ...Actually, maybe the umbrella is a part of his body? He's not human, after all. He doesn't have to exist according to your logic. Your brow furrows. The puzzle pieces of language move in your mind, until they're slotted together semi-coherently. You point at his arm. "Arm you." Then, you do the same for his leg. "Leg you." You wave your arm up and down. "Body you." Finally, you lift your hand in the direction of the umbrella. "Object you? Me can touch object. Touch you?" Mr. Scarletella's smile widens. It reveals a little bit of the void that stretches on behind his lips. "I see. Correct. Object me. Object is..." After which he lowers his umbrella and says a word you haven't heard before. You try to repeat it, and he says it once again, pointing the umbrella in your direction. "Touch umbrella. I want."

It's definitely... Weird. It's genuinely like touching an umbrella. Cold and smooth and slightly wet. But Mr. Scarletella wanted you to do it, and you're kind of intrigued yourself, so you do it. Because there's clearly something happening. As you trace your fingers over the outer canopy, making sure to at least touch every panel a little bit, his visible form starts to flicker and fade. When you apply a bit more pressure, move a little faster, parts of him start to distort and change colour. His arm appears a little dislodged from his shoulder, static rising in the background.

When you pinch one of the metal tips in between your fingers and rub it, he lets out a laugh that is far more high-pitched than you would've expected it to sound like. Clearly, there's some kind of link between the umbrella and the rest of himself. Though you can't envision what it must be like, he's feeling something. Your hand pauses. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Scarletella has materialised even closer to you, nose close enough to touch yours, if it could. The inky darkness of his pupils makes up most of what you can see.

"Me like. Like like like like." He sounds breathy despite not breathing. "Touch more. Again. Me want you."

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msfantasy-anime · 1 month ago

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My Marine Wife

Monkey D. Luffy x Marine!Wife

Request: Lmao I love your Luffy x wife reader, but hear me out what about Luffy x wife reader Au oneshot where wife reader is a miarine and luffy is a pirate. the story is before anyone knows that Luffy and wife reader are married from childhood, but the Strawhat crew and the Marines don't until a battle where they see each other and Luffy is excited to hug wife reader, que everyone's shock. And despite the fact that Luffy is a pireate she still loves him even after all these years

A/n: I had a lot of fun with this heheh — this is also a spin off ‘My Wife’ series

“Pink in the morning, sailors warning...” You mutter, lifting a cup of tea to your lips, sipping the warm delicate concoction. Gazing out at the pink horizon as the morning sun washes the sparkling ocean with brilliant vibrant reds, oranges and golden hues of colours, the large choppy waves sending the navy ship in a rocky rhythm.

Standing at the bow of the ship, the large gusts of wind blowing and tugging at the navy coat hanging on off your shoulders. Closing your eyes, you take in the fresh sea salt air. You could almost enjoy the serenity of the moment— only if the men behind you weren’t busy emptying their stomachs over the side. Another retch, another groan, another splash into the waves below. You sigh. Nothing ruins the romance of the sea quite like seasick sailors.

“Rear Admiral Y/N—we’ve received yet another report that you let a pirate go.”

The oh-so-familiar voice echoes behind you, carrying the weight of authority, but you don’t even need to turn around to know who it is.

“Grandpa—”

“Vice Admiral Garp.” He corrects you instantly, drawing a smirk across your lips. It’s always amusing to hear him sound so proper when you’ve only ever known him as the man who cooed at you like a doting fool since you were a little girl.

“Vice Admiral Garp,” you repeat with mock obedience, finally turning on your heel to face him. He meets your gaze, steadfast as always, but you don’t miss the faint twitch of irritation that flickers across his features.

“I was merely completing my duties…” you defend smoothly, your sultry voice wrapping around your words like delicate velvet. If luck is on your side, you’ll be able to wiggle your way out of this—just like always. You take a leisurely sip of your tea before continuing. “I had to consider the situation at hand—Portgas D. Ace of the Whitebeard Pirates, or the group of low-level brats actively harassing innocent villagers for money.”

“Ace is a wanted pirate with a higher bounty than the ones you dragged in. It would’ve been better—”

“How could I turn my back on civilians who needed my help just to chase a bigger name?” you counter smoothly, your cunning grin resurfacing. “It would be in poor form for any Marine to prioritise the capture of a high-profile target over the safety of the people. Especially when Ace was simply… shopping.”

Garp exhales sharply, stepping closer, his voice dropping low enough that only you can hear.

“You and I both know you let Ace go. And not for any noble reason—just because you didn’t want to arrest the boy you grew up with.”You meet his stare with a slow, knowing smile, your amusement never wavering. “If it were Luffy, I know you’d let him go even if he was committing a crime right before your eyes.”

“That’s a mighty presumptuous claim… and impossible to prove.” You wiggle your brows in victory, savoring the small triumph.

Garp sighs, rubbing his temple, already done with your antics. “Maybe so. Regardless, Koby and Helmeppo here is assigned to observe your work and report any misconduct.”

Your grin vanishes.

You follow Garp’s gesture to the pink-haired boy standing awkwardly at attention beside him and the weird blonde kid with long slicked back hair, his squared shoulders and puffed out chest showing obscene superiority complex’s. Koby offers a small, nervous smile.

Your tea suddenly tastes bitter.

“Good Luck Koby and Helmeppo, you’ll need it.” Garp mumbles, throwing you one last glance as you wave him off ceremoniously.

It had taken some effort, but eventually, you managed to shake off the two guard dogs assigned to monitor your every move.

Weaving through the bustling crowd at the docks, you made your way toward the ship you had studied in newspapers for years. The Thousand Sunny.

Your heart pounded with each step, anticipation and nerves intertwining in a tight knot. It had been so long since you’d seen him. What if he acted distant? Dismissive? After all, you had pursued your dream of becoming a Marine, and Luffy had pursued his dream of becoming a pirate. Two different paths. Two different worlds. Natural-born enemies.

Doubt crept in, urging you to turn around—but before you could, a familiar, booming voice tore through the noise of the crowd.

“Y/N! What the heck are you doing here?! I missed you!”

Before you could react, Luffy’s rubber arms slingshotted toward you, wrapping around you in an instant. Any chance of escape vanished as you were yanked straight into him with a forceful oof! Normally, you’d be irritated by his careless manhandling, but right now? Right now, you couldn’t care less. A grin broke across your face as you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight in return.

“I missed you so much, Stretch,” you whispered, wishing you could stay like this forever.

A sharp voice shattered the moment.

“Luffy! What do you think you’re doing?!”Glancing up, you spotted Usopp gawking at you in disbelief.

“A Marine!” Brook screeched, clutching his skull in horror.

“Huh? Where?!” Luffy’s arms snapped away from you as he scanned the crowd, placing a hand over his brow as if looking for danger.

You nearly snorted at his cluelessness. “Stretch…” you drawled, shaking your head. “It’s me. I’m the Marine. Rear Admiral, in fact.”

You straightened your back, your Marine-issued coat settling perfectly on your shoulders.

Luffy blinked. “Huh…? Oh yeahhhhh…” He tilted his head. “You’re not gonna arrest me, are ya?”

You laughed, leaning into him. “I wouldn’t arrest my own husband—”

“HUH?!”

The crew erupted in unison. As you stepped onto the Thousand Sunny, their horror-stricken faces only made you laugh harder.

“Huh?! You’re married??” They scream in unison.

As you take a final step onto the Thousand Sunny, you couldn’t help but laugh at their horror filled expression.

“Married?! As in—he’s your husband?!” Nami blurted out, pointing at Luffy like he had just grown a second head.

“Are you deaf, Nami? Y/N is my wife!” Luffy declared proudly.

A vein popped on Nami’s forehead as she grabbed Luffy by the cheeks, pinching hard. “I CAN HEAR PERFECTLY FINE, MORON!”

Luffy whined in pain as Usopp and Chopper freaked out in the background, while Sanji took a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes widening as if a missing puzzle piece had finally clicked into place. “It all makes sense now.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “I thought you were insane for rejecting Boa Hancock, but now? Now I get it. Our captain is loyal to a fault.”

Luffy simply nodded, while your brow twitched.

You turned to him, smiling sweetly—too sweetly. “Just remember, my love… I’m still a Marine. And I’ll hunt you down if you ever betray me. Got it?”

A heavy silence hung in the air.

Luffy scratched his head, looking genuinely confused. “Huh— why would I do that? You can do whatever you want, it makes no difference to me. But you’re the only one for me.” His words are said so honestly, it was thoughtless. But his words pierced your heart like nothing else.

Brook leaned forward, cradling a cup of tea in his skeletal hands. “Soooo… are you finally going to tell us how you two ended up married? I mean, Luffy is a pirate, and you’re a Marine…”Before you could even part your lips to respond, Luffy swiped the tea straight from Brook’s hands and shoved it into yours.

Brook barely had time to blink before you took a leisurely sip, unfased by Luffy’s antics. You hummed, settling into his side. “Long story short, I grew up at Dadan’s with Luffy, Ace, and Sabo. Luffy was always looking after me,” you cooed, nudging him playfully. “Making sure I ate, drank water, and had somewhere to sleep.”You took another sip of tea, letting the warmth settle. “Ace and Sabo got mad that Luffy kept ditching pirate training to bring me flowers, so they decided to host us a wedding in hopes he would stop— and the rest is history.”

Luffy grinned like it was the most natural thing in the world, while the crew sat in stunned silence, trying to process what they had just heard.

Franky begins to sob loudly into his elbow. “You guys! That was so sweet, ugh god, I’m so alone!” Robin begins to pat Franky’s shoulder.

“There- there Franky, even if you are lucky enough to to find romance, we all die alone in the end. So there is really no need to be anxious over being alone now, because will still be alone to the bitter end.” Franky jerks away from Robins ‘comfort’.

“Cut-it-out with all that depressing stuff! You’re making me feel worse.” The crew all just laugh.

You’re elated to see your husband so happy, glad that despite your different paths, you can still witness him achieving his dreams, even if it means he isn’t immediately beside you like he often was.

Having someone constantly breathing down your neck was starting to grate on your nerves.

No matter where you turned, Koby or Helmeppo—or both—were watching. Their eyes bore into scrutinising your every move. It was becoming a real hassle.

But what surprised you most was when, one day, they barged into your office unannounced.

“You have a history of letting pirates go.” Koby’s voice rang with accusation, his expression stern. You arched a brow at the sudden bold intrusion.

“Oi, you wiggly weasels! Rear Admiral Y/n is busy!” One of your officers barked, jabbing a thick finger into Koby’s squared shoulders. “Get outta here with your ludicrous accusations!”

You glanced at your crew, their loyalty unwavering, their tempers flaring on your behalf.

“It’s fine, men.” You waved a dismissive hand, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Koby, Helmeppo, take a seat.”

Leaning back in your chair, you flashed that slippery smile of yours. “Officer, a cup of tea, please.”

“Right away, ma’am!” The officer saluted crisply.

“One for me too, please.” Helmeppo added.

The officer snorted. “Get it yourself, scum.” With that, the door slammed shut behind him.

Helmeppo scoffed. “It’s amazing how you’ve brainwashed your crew.”

A slow grin tugged at the corner of your lips. “It’s important for any leader to share their vision. A crew that understands the goal will work together to achieve it.” You let your fingers drum against the desk. “My men understand that perfectly. Those who don’t? Well… they don’t last long on my ship.”

“In other words, anyone who doesn’t sympathise with criminals gets thrown out.” Helmeppo deadpanned.

You clicked your tongue. “Spoken like a man from privilege.” Your smile soured, eyes narrowing as you pinned him in place. He swallowed thickly.

“To me, Helmeppo, the world has always been clear—there are criminals who are greedy, and criminals who are desperate for a better life.” Your voice was steady, yet sharp as steel. “I’ve lived a life where I can see the difference. So tell me—why do we protect Warlords like Doflamingo, who commit heinous crimes unchecked, yet Marines relentlessly pursue pirates like Straw Hat Luffy, who has liberated countries where the Marines have failed?”

The desk rattled as your fist slammed onto its surface.

At that moment, the door creaked open, and a fresh cup of tea was placed into your waiting hands.

“We’ve all seen Marines abuse their authority.” The officer who delivered your tea spoke evenly, eyes flicking toward Koby and Helmeppo. “And we’ve all witnessed organisations rise to protect the people the Marines neglect— Fisher Tiger of the Sun Pirates saved my daughter from the Celestial Dragons.”

The two froze, realisation settling over them like a heavy fog. Your entire crew—every last one of them—held their own discretion when executing the law.

“Your whole crew is criminal!” Helmeppo accused, his voice rising in frustration. “You are not judges! Who are you to decide who is the bigger evil?!”

You tilted your head, a brow arching. “So you believe we should never overlook a single crime?”

“A crime is a crime! The guilty should be punished!” Helmeppo snapped.

Your smirk deepened, venomous and triumphant. “I’m so glad you said that.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, you lifted the report handed to you moments ago, flipping through the pages. “Because, you see, my husband shared the most interesting story with me recently.”

The officer beside you held up a fresh file, thick with reports. Your grin widened. “For instance, Koby—you were a cabin boy for Alvida.”

“That wasn’t willing!” Koby sputtered.

You tisked, shaking your head. “In the eyes of the law, that doesn’t matter.”

Your attention shifted to Helmeppo. “And you—you abused your father’s position to terrorise civilians.”

Helmeppo stiffened but said nothing. Unlike Koby, he knew better than to fight a losing battle. He leaned back, defeated.

Then, with a calculated pause, you pulled out another file. “And as for Garp—he’s committed multiple crimes himself. He raised the son of Gol D. Roger despite an active warrant and, on multiple occasions, failed to arrest my husband when he had the chance.”Silence hung heavy in the air. Koby and Helmeppo sat frozen, absorbing the weight of the unspoken threat. You leaned forward, resting your chin in your palm, your smile now deceptively sweet. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. You will clear my name, and my crew’s. And if you don’t?”

Your grin sharpened, eyes glinting with dangerous amusement.

“Then I’ll drag the three of you straight down to hell with me.”

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