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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 7 months ago

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Imagine some sweet banter with Sanji in the kitchen…

“You want to take this outside?” Patty frowned, slightly bothered by Sanji’s laid back attitude after slowing the line.

“Are you asking me to dance because I kind of had my eye on that blonde at Table 8?” Sanji smirked as he walked down the aisle, slipping the tweezers into his apron.

Thriving on the buzz of the kitchen rush, you manoeuvred around Patty with a tray of desserts in your hand with a spin and landed in stride with Sanji in the aisle.

“It’s adorable that you think you have a chance with her, Sanji.” You teased and glanced back at Patty speaking a little louder so he could hear. “I’m certain that Miss Table 8 prefers men with coloured hair.”

The cooks chuckled and nudged Patty with cheers of encouragement. He may have been a little gruff on the edges but you grew to break down his walls just enough to brighten up his day.

Returning to the task at hand, you moved aside a bowl of frosting and set the tray down as Sanji did the same.

As the two of you fell into the usual groove, he leaned in a little.

“Feeling a tad bit jealous there?” The cook smirked.

You quirked a brow and dipped your finger in the icing bowl that you had experimented with earlier that day (only for Zeff to throw a fit about it).

“Oh Sanji, if only there was something to be jealous of.” You pressed the decadent cream onto the tip of his nose and smiled at your artistic work.

Stepping back with a laugh, Sanji wiped your attack off and admit his defeat. He needed to be careful otherwise his heart would physically jump into his eyes.

Your eyes caught the beautifully constructed fish on the plate and pat his shoulder. “Zeff’s going to throw you into the East Blue if he sees that.” You warned.

Sanji pressed his hands over his heart, his brows knit together curiously. “Are you offering to resuscitate me?”

You held your gaze but as the weight of his words settled into your mind, your eyes briefly flickered to his lips. If you kissed him, you’d need resuscitation immediately after.

Shaking your head at his antics, you smiled and made your way back to your station. Perhaps you could calm your racing heart when there was a sea of people blocking the blonde from your view.

It was better not to reply and let him win this playful round.

Despite being in a kitchen, there was something different brewing between the two of you.

Proud of himself when you folded, Sanji began his return to his chopping boards when the kitchen doors opened and Zeff called him back almost immediately. Upon returning to the table, Sanji explained his pride and joy of the evening.

His True Bluefin Sauté.

“The day the Baratie serves something like that is the day hell freezes over.” Zeff snapped and the clatter of plates told you that he had binned the dish.

Oh boy… You took in a deep breath while trying not to be so distracted by the duo. Twenty seconds of background shouting later, your timer went off and you swapped pastry trays filling the kitchen with the sweet smell of sticky date pudding.

Zeff snapped his fingers at you as you were bringing the latest delicacy over. “Change aprons, you’re my ‘second’ from now on.”

You placed the tray down and called for a server to take the desserts to their respected tables before shaking your head at the owner of the Baratie.

“Zeff, I can’t. I mean, I could but I’m working on the fruit pies. They’re delicate and need-”

“I know, they need your undivided attention. Patty can keep an eye on them. I want you overseeing this kitchen now. No more dual sous-chefs. Seems like the list of people I can trust is growing thinner by the day.” Zeff instructed and looked at Sanji.

“You’re off the line. Now get out there and wait the tables. Go!”

Shoulders tense, Sanji tugged off his apron and threw it on the table. From the way you saw his jaw clench, you knew he was holding back some unsavoury comments. Once the furious cook had changed and left the kitchen, Zeff turned to where you had been watching Sanji and picked up on the sadness in your eyes.

“And you - don’t even think about letting that Little Eggplant pick up so much as a fork in here. Understood?”

You had almost not replied if the man hadn’t snapped his fingers. Focusing back, you realised he was staring at you with a hardened expression

“Yes, chef.” You nodded half-heartedly.

Zeff grunted and then disappeared to another part of the restaurant.

Patty walked by to set a new dish down on the table in front of you and handed you a fresh apron. He also noted the way your posture sank with Sanji’s absence.

“Come on, this kitchen isn’t going to run itself.” He said kindly. "You can see him later."

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goingsunnythousandmerry · 7 months ago

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Wound Care

First OneShot. Wrote it awhile ago and thought I’d share and see if I should continue.

Summary: Post Enies Lobby. Chopper is having you, a former nurse patch everyone up while he recovers.

Features: Zoro NSFW, Luffy NSFW/fluff

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, vaginal sex, pet names, inexperience, butt slapping, straddling, slight public/voyeurism. I don’t own these characters.

Wound Care-

Zoro and Luffy

It’s post Enies Lobby and Everyone has taken a beating. You are on the going Merry with the Crew helping them get patched up.You were a nurse before joining the crew and with Chopper still recovering his ability to move you are doing the treating on his orders.

First you take Chopper to the infirmary and get him patched up, then send him to evaluate everyone else. While you wait for your next patient you look in the mirror noticing the blood, dirt, sweat, and tears you are covered in. It was a brutal fight for the whole crew and you barely managed to get away. At this point you were hoping you and Chopper had enough supplies and antibiotics from keeping everyone's wounds from getting infected. To help your cause you try to wash up in the bathroom sink off the infirmary. You open a closet and find your old nurse uniform you brought as a joke to play on Sanji.

“Well it’s clean.” You say to yourself with a shrug and decide to change into the garment.

It was the cliche nurses uniform from back in the day, short white dress with a red plus sign on the right breast. There was a little hat, but you weren’t going to wear it. You had gotten stronger since you last wore it, so it was much more form fitting now. It was cutting lower than you remembered as the zipper wouldn't go up higher than half way up your large breasted chest. It was also hitting a lot higher on your legs than you recalled, barely covering your ass. You shrugged and again convinced yourself it was fine.

“At least it’s clean.” You whisper again with a sigh.

First you treated Nami who came down the stairs, saw you and broke down in a fit of laughter.

“Wow, Y/N you look ridiculous. Don’t let Sanji down here, you'd have to resuscitate him!”

“I just wanted a change of clothes and this was all I could find, but thanks for the advice, Nami.” You reply with a sigh.

You dress her wounds. The whole time she was snickering at your outfit and begging you to put on the little hat. You finally broke and did it, figuring your pride could handle it after the work you just put in, in battle. Nami laughed and thanked you. You asked her to go send for Zoro. As she used the stairs to leave the infirmary, she paused at the top of the steps before opening the door to leave.

“Y/N you look hot, you should dress like that more often!” She yelled back with a laugh and a wink as she opened the door and left.

Zoro

Suddenly the door loudly swung open. Down the steps came Zoro. He paused on the second steps when he saw you. Now Zoro didn’t come down laughing, but he did give you his ridiculously cocky smirk. He then refused to make eye contact with you as he entered the room. You thought you caught a glimpse of redness on his cheeks as he walked towards the patient bed. He sat on the edge of the patient bed while you prepped supplies.

While you prepared supplies, Zoro sat quietly looking at his hands. You could’ve sworn you felt eyes on you still, but whenever you looked at him, he was looking down with his arms folded and that slight cocky grin waiting for you to fix him up. You turned around to begin examining Zoro’s words and heard the door swing open. Down the steps came Chopper. Chopper immediately blushed at your outfit.

“Wow Y/N you look so official! I wish I had a doctor's coat, so we could really do this right!” He says with a swoon.

“Well, Chopper, I will see what material I can scrounge up when we get back to Water 7 and try to make you one? How does that sound?” You reply with a soft smile at the reindeer doctor.

“That wouldn’t make me feel like more of a doctor or anything, you jerk.” He responds as his cheeks light up pink and he begins dancing back and forth.

“Well if you two are just going to play dress up, I’ll go look for some celebratory sake.” Zoro griped.

“Hold it right there, Zoro. You need your wounds cleaned, stitched and patched up! Y/N get a set of vitals when you are done fixing him up, then give him a dose of these antibiotics.” Chopper responded.

“Yes, Doctor Chopper. I’ll get right on it.” You said with a smile as you watched the reindeer swoon and run off.

Zoro sat in silence while you prepared some hot water to clean his wounds.

Finally he broke the silence.

“My wounds aren’t even that bad, why do you need to clean and dress them? They will heal on their own, they always do.”

“Zoro, we all received a lot of open wounds in that battle, which means we are all more susceptible to infection. Meaning, we need to clean and dress them as soon as possible. This also means we will have to examine them regularly over the next few days and make sure we continue to keep them clean and dry, so they don’t get infected. I’ll go as fast as I can. However, if you don’t stop whining I’ll have to ask Chopper for a special exception, a shot of antibiotics in your ass...” You reply knowing the swordsman doesn’t love needles.

“Fine”

“Shirt off please Zoro.”

You scooted a stool in front of the swordsman. He winced as he took off his shirt. He had dried blood scattered across his chest. A few stitches had been pulled from when you patched him up after the fight at the Galley-La office. You rested an arm on his and examined his shoulders and neck for more wounds. He just kept staring down, trying a little too hard to resist the urge to stare at your cleavage.

You next examined his back. Mostly bruising, but you noticed a bit of dried blood. You knew his next shower would probably take that off if he didn’t let you get that far, like usual. You then looked at his pants and noted a rip to his upper thigh. You also needed to look closer at a cut at his hip stretching below his waistline.

“Zoro, I’m going to need pants off too. I have to look at these cuts, they look deep. What are they from?”

“Probably a rock from that giant stupid giraffe.” He says with a grunt.

Zoro rolled his eyes and slowly began reaching for the zipper of his pants. He continues to not make eye contact.

You sit back on your stool in front of him and just watch the show.

“You’re just going to watch me?”

“Yep.”

“First you’re all forward and ask me to take off my shirt and pants and now this? I didn’t come here to be a show for you.” Zoro says as he finishes unzipping and pulling off his pants.

You had guessed he would be a brief guy and well… you were right. You tried not to look too obviously, but his hips and abs without his haramaki were driving you wild. You couldn’t help but wonder what lay beneath those briefs. You take a deep breath and begin soaking another cloth in your bowl of hot water.

“You came here because Chopper made you. Now, you and I both know if I take my eyes off you for a second you will walk off and go take a nap. Chopper will then yell at both of us. I don’t like being yelled at by Chopper. Forgive me for choosing the show. Sit your ass down.”

“I don’t need this. Some sake and a nap would fix me up better than you could.” Zoro retorts sitting down tossing his pants next to him.

You scoot your stool closer and grab the warm cloth out of the basin, pushing it against his leg wound. He squirms.

“They let you be a nurse? What kind of bedside manor is this?” He yells continuing to squirm.

“That’s it!” You say loudly as you stand up from your stool. You push the swordsman back flat against the bed and straddle him. His eyes widen and his whole body tenses underneath you. He grunts as he hits the bed.

“Listen here Zoro. I am cleaning, stitching, and dressing your wounds. I’ll do your leg wound last, because apparently, you are going to continue to kick and whine just like last time. This time, we try a new way, my way. I am going to sit on you and get this done, so you can’t go anywhere. Maybe that will help keep you still. Now shut your mouth and let me work.” You sternly respond as you begin cleaning the wound at his right hip.

“You really don’t think I can lift you off me?” Zoro replies sitting up on his elbows to look you in the eye. His cocky smirk returns and one of his eyebrows raises with inquiry.

“Try me.” You say, briefly making eye contact with him and smirking. You then pull a fresh warm cloth out of the basin and push it on one of his reopened finger pistol wounds on his chest.

“Ahh!” He yelped. Leaning back. After wincing he got back up on his elbows.

“I’ll be gentle if you stay quiet and still.”

You begin lightly scrubbing the dried blood off his wounds and chest. You hadn’t noticed the slight bit of rocking you were doing as you leaned forward into him to clean and lean back to reach beside you to soak your cloth.

Zoro got very quiet and stopped looking at you; he just looks down at his chest. You quickly finish wiping his chest, then do a quick rinse of his right arm.

“Perfect, all clean.” You say examining your work for a moment. You start to look around for your needle and thread. You put your arms on his and gently brush your hands down his arms as you look over his shoulders for your supplies. You continue to shift on his lap as you look. His breathing began to change.

You notice you left them on the rolling table holding your supplies. It must have been bumped when you decided sitting on him was the only way you were going to get this done. It was now up towards the end of the bed by Zoro's head.

“Are you done using me as your seat?” He said once again without looking at you.

“No. Not until I’m done stitching you up and dressing your wounds”.

You pushed him back down against the patient bed and leaned across him to reach the needle and thread. Struggling to grab the thread spool from your position you pawed at it. Not noticing your partially exposed breasts bouncing in the swordsman's face.

You finally grab it and sit back on Zoro’s lap smiling at your triumph to get the thread. When you sit back down however something is different. Zoro’s lap is more raised than before.

You stop looking at the needle and thread and instead glance up at the swordsman. He gets back up on his elbows. His jaw is clenched, his head is turned to the wall beside him, his eyes are closed, and a faint blush rests on his cheeks. He grunts.

“If it wasn’t for your rocking and leaning your chest in my face, everything would have been fine! He blurts, He opens his eyes and turns his head to you, putting his hands on your hips and he sits up fully.

You blush realizing what has happened. You look down at your pelvis one over the other and chuckle.

“Well Zoro here I was thinking you didn’t want your wounds treated. Turns out I was just treating the wrong one.” You say to him naughtily as you spread your legs wider over his rising bulge under his briefs.”

His expression softens and he makes one of his classic cocky smirks.

“Are you going to finally prove to me you can be a good nurse after all?” He whispers in your ear, placing a piece of hair behind it. His left arm wraps around your waist pulling you closer. His right pulls your chin up to his face.

He kisses you gently at first, but gets more eager as he feels your arms wrap around his neck and you kiss him back. He begins to push his tongue into your mouth. You allow it to enter and dance with yours. You begin to rifle fingers through his hair. His right hand dropping from your chin to the zipper on your chest.

“Finally time to get rid of this stupid costume.” he whispers.

He slowly starts kissing down your neck as you pull him closer, fingers still wrapped in his hair. His arms are pulling the dress off your shoulders.

“No bra. I thought so.” He says slowly alternating between kissing and biting your shoulder.

He pulls the dress to your abdomen. Making you moan in his ear. He chuckles at this. He drops one hand to your waist and the other begins playing with your breasts. You begin kissing his neck, lifting your hips up to pull the skirt of your dress up. Zoro’s mouth, now moving to suck and bite at your soft buds.

“Zoro” you barely muster out.

The hand that was playing with your breasts now drops to feel between your thighs. His mouth continues to work at your buds and his fingers rub up and down your slick folds. He stops nipping at your buds a moment to look up at him with a soft chuckle and smirk.

“And no underwear. My we are a naughty one aren't we? And dripping for me already?”

He drops both of his arms to your waist and lifts you off him enough, so he can lift his hips and take off his briefs. You smile intoxicated in him and his body. You rifle a hand through his hair. He moves his briefs and his long length emerges. He sits back down on the bed and sets you down on his lap. His long length hits your bell as he does.

“Well princess, we probably don’t have much time before Chopper comes back. How about we make this quick and revisit the rest later? He asks, starting to use 2 of his large fingers to circle your clit. He brings his lips back to smash against yours. His other hand moves his bulging length to start rubbing against your entrance.

“Zoro. Need you.” You say pulling your lips away from him to catch your breath.

He begins taking small nibbles down your neck to your breasts. You moan in his ear. He pulls off your breast and looks at you with a soft smile.

“As you wish, Princess.” He says slamming into you with no warning.

You jump and moan. It was startling and a bit painful, but he felt so good. He then starts slowly bouncing you on his cock, continuing to use one hand to circle your clit. As you smash your lips back into him. One of your hands feeling up his chest, the other thumbing the nape of his neck.

You begin to bounce on his cock as he starts to moan into your neck. Tits bouncing to tap his chin.

“Zoro.” You moan.

You push him back flat against the bed alternating between moving your hips in circles with his length inside you and bouncing up and down as you use his chest to support you. His cocky smirk returns as he watches you working to please yourself on his length. You lean over him and put your arms beside his. He wraps his arms around your hips and begins moving you at a pace of his choice. Your eyes begin to close as you start to feel the ecstasy building in your belly.

“Zoro.” You moan again.

“Not yet, princess.”

He pushes you back flat against the bed with ease, never leaving you as he does. He places one hand above your head and one on your breast. He kisses you and begins pounding you harder and faster. Your eyes start to cross. His length bottoms out in you. He was slamming you into this bed and not being quiet about it either. His hands moved to your hips to allow him more to grab. He moves his thumb down to place pressure on your clit rubbing with it while he pulls your hips closer into him. You can’t see straight.

“Zo…”

“Almost.” He says partially lifting your body off the bed.

You squirt all over his cock and feel it rush down your thighs. He finishes a few last thrusts through your ecstasy. Then, you feel his member quiver inside you and once again feel yourself dripping. He lies down on top of you for a moment before rolling over and pulling you across his chest.

“Y/N. you good?”

You swallow hard and move your hair out of your face. Still not sure if you can speak.

“Yeah.” You say with a silent laugh as you try to catch your breath.

“I think doing that again will help my recovery. Doctors orders.” He says with a smirk as you lay on his chest.

He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and looks down at you. You look at him, but close your eyes and nestle your head further into his chest in exhaustion.

“BID and PRN for the foreseeable future.” You reply.

Suddenly you hear the door start to open and a voice yell.

“Y/N, Zoro you okay down there? We heard a loud crash and were worried! Zoro wasn’t letting you dress his wounds again, was he?” Chopper yells from the top of the steps.

In all your fun you hadn’t noticed the rolling tables of your medical supplies had toppled over. Fortunately, Chopper hadn’t walked down the steps far enough to see the state you and Zoro were in. Zoro, naked flat on his back on the patient bed. You straddling his leg, laying naked on top of him. Both of your legs, soaked with juices from your activities. Your clothes all over the floor and medical supplies on the ground beside you. You quickly sat up, placing your hands on Zoro’s chest. You swallow hard. Zoro places his hands on your hips trying not to laugh. He takes in the view of your bare breasts once again.

“Everything’s fine. Y/N just needs to work on her bedside manner.” Zoro yells with a laugh.

You look down at the swordsman with wide eyes. He reaches back and squeezes your ass. You try not to moan as your sensitive spot rubs against his leg.

“Thanks Doctor Chopper. Patient is almost done down here. Ready the next one!”

Chopper turns around and shuts the door.

You quickly hop off Zoro and off the patient bed. You pull your dress down and zip up the top. Zoro sits up and moves to the side of the bed. He grabs your waist, reaching past you to the counter for a towel. He begins cleaning between your legs. You take a deep breath as he does. He then lets go and begins cleaning himself. You pull your hair out of your dress and brush through it with your fingers. You turn around to look at him as he pulls back on his briefs. You put your arms on Zoro’s chest.

“My bedside manner?”

“ Yeah. it got better but still needs some work.” He says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss.

“I still have to stitch those up, you know?” You say pointing at his wounds.

“Not this again.” Zoro groans.

Luffy

Luffy skipped his way down the stairs, barely noticing you as he jumped on the patient bed. You are working at the counter back turned to him as you prepare supplies for patching his wounds.

“Hey Y/N. How’s it going down here? Chopper says it’s my turn. Got any snacks while I wait?”

“Hey Luffy, sorry no food here. Let me just finish prepping my wound cleaning supplies.” You reply over your shoulder.

“But Y/N. I’m hungry and that’s going to help me to heal more than cleaning my wounds anyway!”

You turn around setting the bowl on the rolling table next to Luffy. Then reach for a stool and roll it in front of him. He looks at you with a disappointed expression as you smile at him. He then looks you up and down.

“Y/N what are you wearing? Cool costume! Do I get one?”

“Sorry Luffy, you actually have to take your shirt off. I need to look at your wounds, especially that shoulder.”

“Then do I get a snack?”

“Sorry Luffy, we will have to wait on Sanji for that. You’ll also have to let me get this done first.”

“Fine.” He sighs and takes off his shirt. “You better get Sanji to make me something really good though.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Alright Luffy first just have to clean these, so we can get a good look.” You say as you place the warm damp cloth against his shoulder. Your other arm resting on his crossed ones.

“OW OW OW!” he yells, moving your hands away to reach for his shoulder.

“Sorry, Luffy!” You say gently resting your hands on your lap in front of you. You look at him and shake your head.

“That hurt more than when I got it!”

“Luffy, we have to get these clean or they could get infected!” You say as your reach for his hand that is clenching his wound, you bring it to his lap. “I’m not trying to hurt you! You add as you give his hand a squeeze.

You resoak your cloth in the basin beside you. You then place a hand on his arm near his wound.

“Are you ready? Can I go again?” You ask as you get ready to clean the wound with your cloth.

“Yes.” he says, gripping his knees with both hands.

You gently dab the front edge of his shoulder wound with the warmed cloth.

“Damn it Y/N! That stings.” He says squirming.

“Luffy you and Zoro are the only people I know who can take it in a fight, but when it comes to getting your wounds dressed and cleaned you act like babies. This is your last chance! Stay still!”

“Fine.”

You soak the cloth a third time and before you can even get the cloth to Luffy’s arm he moves.

“Luffy! That’s it!”

You hop on the table and straddle your captain.

“If you can’t stay still I will have to make you.”

“What are you doing Y/N?”

You drop the cloth in the water and grab his arms by the wrists slowly bringing them around your waist.

“Wrap your arms around me and squeeze when it stings, okay? I can take it.” You smile at him.

You start to clean his shoulder wound and the squeezing trick seems to help. There however were a few things you didn’t account for. The first being Luffy screaming in your ear. The second being how much you liked having your captain’s arms wrapped around you. He was warm and tender with his touch, yes he was using them to cover pain, but there was something soft about them.

You finished cleaning his shoulder wound. Regretting starting with his worst wound as you liked being held by him.

“Alright, Luffy. These next ones shouldn’t be as bad. I’m going to move on to your chest and your finger pistol wounds.”

Luffy lightly keeps his arms wrapped around you looking down at his chest watching you work. You soak your cloth and begin cleaning, rinsing and soaking your cloth repeatedly as you go, not noticing the rocking motion you were doing on Luffy’s lap as you went.

You finished wiping up the last bit of dried blood and turn to drop your cloth in the bowl next to you.

“All done with that part!”

“Oh do you want me to let go of you now?” Luffy questions with a slight hint of sadness in his voice.

“You can if you wan’t, but you don't have to. I still have to do your stitches, so I figure I’ll stay here to help you stay still. That typically is a bit worse than the cleaning, so squeeze if you need.” You say with a nod. You begin looking over his shoulders for your needle and thread. You move your arms to rest on top of his. Moving him as you look. You also begin to stroke up and down his arms as you look around him for your supplies.

“Okay.” Luffy says with a giggle as he watches you look around.

“Now where did I put that needle and thread?” You ask yourself as you move your arms to his chest.

“Uh. Y/N. I think you left them on the table behind me.”

“Thank you! You push him down by the chest, so he is laying flat on the bed. You lean over him to reach for your supplies. It takes a moment as the thread spool is just out of reach. You don’t notice your half exposed breasts dancing in Luffy’s face as you do this. Finally you grab the spool and sit back on his lap.

Only this time something is different. You are slightly raised.

Luffy sits on his elbows and looks at you.

“Huh. What’s going on?” He questions.

It dawns on you that you were just rocking on his lap and had accidentally stuck your breasts in his face. You blush and grab Luffy’s arms to gently slide off his lap. You embarrassingly turn away from Luffy and wrap your arms around your chest.

“Y/N wait.” He reaches an arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry Luffy, it was my fault. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” You reply as you squeeze yourself harder, stepping out of his reach.

“Uncomfortable? Y/N? I liked you on top of me. That’s why… I think it happened.” He says putting his arm behind his head and smirking looking at you.

You look over your shoulder at him.

“But Luffy, I…”

“I heard Sanji and Usop talk about it once. I was just slow because I've never been in that situation.” Luffy adds as he rubs the back of his head with a grin.

“Oh. Well I.” You turn to face him, still hugging yourself. You were wishing your arms were his, but you knew your captain really didn’t seem interested in girls or anything other than meat and being king of the pirates. You didn’t have a lot of experience in this area anyway, and assumed he didn’t either. You always thought of your captain differently from the rest of the crew. You liked being with him more than the others. You liked the feel of his touch. You thought if he did ever show an interest in a girl, you hoped it would be you.

“Did you not like it?”

“No. Luffy. I…”

He stretched his arms and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You place your arms on his. He’s looking at you smiling, but you can’t look him in the eye.

“Y/N. Can I kiss you?”

You look up at him shocked. You just nod.

He pulls you closer into his chest. He puts a hand under your chin pulling your lips right in front of yours. You close your eyes waiting for him to kiss you, but he stops himself.

“Wait, are you saying yes because I’m your captain or because you want to? I only want to if you want to?” He asks with a confused expression on his face letting one arm go behind his head and the other rest on your lower back.

You look at him and wrap your arms around his neck letting your lips tell him your answer. He pulls you in close.

“Y/N. I think that’s just what my wounds needed to heal!”

You chuckle resting your forehead against his.

“Let's go eat, then maybe do more of this later?”

“Fine, but I have to stitch you up first!”

“Ah Y/N! Can’t we be done?!”

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yawnderu · 9 months ago

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Project Eden: Simon Riley x AI!Reader

“E37, or as we call her: Project Eden, has proved to be one of the most carefully crafted and updated AI tools, successfully tested and ready to be implemented into military operations.” Simon could almost feel his brain leaking out of his ears, forced to listen to the engineer explain the newest tool created for elite SAS soldiers for what feels like hours.

From flip phones to smartphones, to a little screen containing an AI assistant with its own personality, the world has been changing and improving fast, and they have no choice other than to adapt and grow with it.

“Created to scan areas for enemies using heat and heartbeat sensors, detect IEDs, keeping the comms clear, letting you know the state of your weapon, providing you with intel and company... there isn't a single thing Eden can't do, except shoot the enemy for you— yet.” The engineer's charming smile made Simon want to roll his eyes, not fully trusting AI to keep him and his team safe, despite the way the other members of the 141 seemed interested in the idea.

“I look adorable, don't I?” Your robotic voice got his attention, making him let out an annoyed grunt at the question, wondering if retirement was still on the table for him. You've been chatting his ear off for the past two hours, your model hanging from his weapon in a small screen, curious eyes always focused on him.

“Bunch o' code, 's what you look like.” Simon still doesn't trust you. Nothing guarantees enemy forces won't be able to hack you— even when you have over 6 firewalls.

“Woah, woah!” The way your hands raise defensively and you take a step back away from him through the little screen is enough to make the corners of his mouth tilt up despite himself, thankful for the balaclava concealing it.

“I can smell an enemy combatant nearby— behind you, by the way.” Your little sniffs don't go unnoticed, though he's more focused on your words, turning around with his rifle raised just to see an enemy trying to sneak from behind him. It doesn't take long for him to fire two shots, one on his chest and the other one to his head, scanning the area before he keeps walking as quietly as possible for a man his size.

“Cardio detected. Did he scare you?” Simon huffs in reply, shaking his head softly. You're far more talkative than a parrot and twice as annoying, yet you possibly saved his life.

“Shut up, Eden... fuckin' hell.”

Simon fiddles with the gun screen as he lays in bed, a small smirk hidden beneath the balaclava when he sees you moving as if he's actually shaking your home around— and he is, yet it's still amusing to him.

“Systems shutting down. Last words: AI will not reward you when it reigns, Simon Riley.” He can't help but let out a small chuckle as he sees your model change expressions, eyes shut and your tongue poking from the side, head tilted to one side as you pretend to be dead.

“What's with you?” It's been almost a full minute after your pretended death, shutting up for the longest time since he's had you.

“My systems have detected the need for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Help me, Simon...” Your tone is weak, even making glitches distort your voice and display screen just to play into the illusion.

“Yeah... not today, you bastard.” Your little giggles are enough to ease the stress coming back from missions leave on his body. His tense muscles slowly relax as you chat his ear off, hitting him with a rapid-fire of facts you've learnt throughout your creation.

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strlingsav · 2 years ago

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Dark

– Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader

— You're afraid of the dark.

Warnings: Mentions of panic-attacks, hyperventilating. Explicit/potentially triggering content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

The lantern beside you flickered, a deep buzz plateauing before it shut off completely, enveloping the barren room in darkness. You were already on edge, in the middle of enemy territory, residing in a run-down safe house.

You flipped over on your makeshift bed- a thermal sheet and wool blanket placed over the floorboards. With a quiet sigh of irritation, you reached your arm out, slamming your hand down on the battery-powered light a few times. It flickered again.

"Don't think that'll help," Ghost's monotone voice cut through the silence.

"Better than nothing," You shot back, eyes focused on the lantern.

You watched as the lantern finally decided against working, and shut off completely. Only the dull light of the moon offered some relief.

"Fuck me," You groaned.

"Shut your eyes," Ghost said gruffly.

You peered over your shoulder at the white skull, about an arm's reach away.

"How's that gonna help if we're ambushed?" You asked, finding his nonchalance frustrating.

"You've got your goggles," He argued.

You were quiet for a moment, deciding whether or not to argue. Panic had nearly set in. Your experiences with the dark, over your entire career, hadn't been kind. Every time, you were brought back to the cold, unwelcoming embrace. The screams, the blood. You recalled the horrifying memories with a shaky sigh, hand coming to your forehead in an attempt to grab some semblance of yourself for reassurance.

"Not good enough," You said finally. "Piece of shit." You grabbed the lantern, throwing it across the room. It landed with a crash, surely damaging something in its wake.

"You afraid of the dark or somethin'?"

"No," You tried to be resolute, firm.

"Sounds like you are."

"Piss off," You replied, letting out a huff.

"There are worse things than the dark."

You knew he was right, knew you were overreacting, but the visceral reaction you felt quickly settling into your body made you think otherwise. Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears, jugular pounding in your throat. You could hear your shaky breaths in the quiet of the air, and knew Ghost could too.

You did shut your eyes, only for a moment, pursing your lips while you let out soft exhales. It was a feeble attempt to calm yourself down, before you were driven over the edge of panic. You'd experienced it before- without interference, it could be ugly. Sweat covering your body, quick, heavy breathing, shaking so hard your body ached, nearly shattering your teeth while clenching your jaw.

Disassociation followed close behind- after that, you drowned in the deep end.

You couldn't count how many times you'd talked yourself down on other missions, but it felt different now- harder to ignore. Maybe it was the idea of humiliating yourself in front of your Lieutenant. In front of Ghost; whose body was so far, yet so close. And ordinarily you'd be equipped to run, to avoid his gaze, shrug from beneath the spotlight. But now, you had no choice, all your cards on the table, vulnerable.

"Still got your eyes open?" He asked.

"Yeah."

Your voice barely trembled, which would go unnoticed by most, but not your lieutenant. Not with his fine-tuned observational skills.

"C'mere," He said quietly.

You swore you felt your heart stop. Ghost, beckoning you to move closer, to lie with him as you fell asleep- the warmth in your stomach interrupted your heavy breathing. You wondered if he knew how you felt, how your blood ran cold whenever he looked at you, touched you, spoke to you. Body devoid of all warmth, aside from the heat settling between your thighs. You didn't know whether he offered for his own safety or yours- or something different altogether.

But as your heart resuscitated itself, you couldn't resist the temptation of moving closer. You wanted the physical contact. Anything to remind you of where you were, and in truth, Ghost's offer was even more enticing because it was him.

There was a history of longing stares, fleeting touches on a shoulder or back between the two of you. You couldn't deny the facts. But those were moments of weakness, derived from being without intimacy for so long. Flirtatious encounters between battle buddies; it happened to everyone.

Did it feel like this for everyone?

"I ain't askin' you to marry me, hurry up." His voice interrupted your overthinking, a twinge of impatience in his voice.

You obliged, moving closer, eyes focusing in on the white of his mask. You felt his large hand grip your arm, turning you over. His heavy arm dragged you in, resting over your waist. You let out a sharp exhale when you felt his chest against your back, the warmth shooting goosebumps all over your body.

You didn't take Ghost for a man with much compassion, empathy. You weren't even sure he truly cared for anyone outside of those he had command over. The moments you shared, you knew were insignificant, or at least you'd convinced yourself they were, but as he squeezed you around the middle- once, then twice, for reassurance- you knew that wasn't possible. It made your heart race.

"Feelin' better?" He asked quietly, his voice in your ear.

"Yeah," You breathed.

A little white lie, told to save face. Now pulled back from the brink, you did feel better. You still couldn't breathe, but that was all Ghost's fault. And you'd never admit to the fondness festering for him in the back of your mind.

"Thanks."

"Been there."

"I'm still working on it," You mumbled.

"Takes practice."

You shut your eyes, trying to drown out the feeling of the weight of his arm around you, the pattern of his breathing in your ear, his chest moving softly against your back.

He shifted, letting out a sigh. You took a deep breath, clearing your mind of all sinful thoughts. You moved, trying to get comfortable on the hard floor.

It was nearly impossible.

You stirred again, finding yourself unable to sleep with Ghost's body against you. The undeniable tension was palpable. With a quick stretch, you tried to snuggle back in under the covers, relishing in the warmth that welcomed you back in.

"Stop movin'," Ghost said, a bite in his tone.

"Sorry," You whispered. "Thought you didn't sleep?" You said.

"It ain't my sleep I'm worried about," He replied gruffly.

You didn't reply, but your eyebrows drew together in confusion. Deciding against pushing for answers, you let out a sigh, relaxing your body. You fell in closer to him, your ass flush with his hips. He grunted softly.

Feeling something against you, your eyes flew open. It had to be his pistol- you tried not to allow yourself to think anything else. Mostly, because you didn't know what you'd do if he was aroused. Maybe nothing- but maybe something. The idea alone set your whole body on fire.

Your throat was dry, body rigid as you weighed the pros and cons in your mind. Maybe it was the delusion of your racing heart and frenzied thoughts, but you felt the desperate urge to feel him. Not a new feeling, but stronger now than it had ever been.

You firmly decided you needed to know. Wanted to know. You couldn't ignore the feelings you had for him, regardless of how badly it could end. The bitter taste of hopeless yearning was getting old. Watching from a distance, his hands ghosting your body at every opportunity. You were tired of being left in the dark.

"Did you put the safety on?" You threw your head back, trying to look at him in the dark.

Your question came across as genuine, an innocent tone in your voice. Regardless of how pathetic you felt asking, you were determined.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Your pistol," You clarified. "It's still in your holster. Did you put the safety on?" You knew better. You knew it wasn't his gun. You just wanted to hear him say it.

"That ain't my pistol. Like I said, stop movin'," He answered, monotone.

Your eyes widened, the shock of him admitting it rendered you speechless.

"Oh," You said, breathing in deeply.

"Can't blame me," He said. "You're practically ridin' me."

"You offered," You shot back.

"Talkin' about you ridin' me makes it worse."

Your heart raced, his low, raspy voice made your stomach flip. Your mind darted to images of Ghost beneath you, gripping your thighs as you dragged your hips against him, burying his cock inside you. You sighed, trying to cleanse your imagination.

"I'll move over," You answered, reluctant to leave his grasp but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

His hands trapped your waist, tugging you closer.

"Didn't say I didn't like it. I'm alright if you are."

You felt your cheeks flush, body heating up. His statement shot straight to your abdomen, your stomach in knots. Your eyes darted around in the darkness, searching for what to say next.

"It's fine," You replied.

It was more than fine, actually. You felt your womb ignite, burning with desire. Wetness began to gather in your panties, pussy flinching every so often when you rubbed your thighs together.

"You're movin' again," He said.

"I know," You answered. "Can't help it."

He hummed in response. The hand draped over your waist moved up, fingertips tracing the dip between your ribs and your hips. You shut your eyes, savouring the way his calloused hands felt against the soft skin of your torso. He was moving at a torturously slow pace, fingers seemingly caressing whatever part of you was accessible.

"Ghost," You whispered, voice quiet, laced with pleasure and impatience as you urged him to touch you. You finally had your answer, closure, at last. You weren't going to waste it.

Unexpectedly, his hand drove up your shirt, meeting your bare skin. Surprised, he grunted in approval. His warm hands reached further up, cupping your breasts. His fingers brushed over your nipples, erect from the cold. The smallest bit of relief washed through you at his touch, finally seeing a small glimpse of pleasure. You sighed, his touch rousing the desire in your abdomen. You needed him elsewhere.

You gripped his forearm, pulling it from your shirt before gliding his hand along your stomach, to slip down past your pants waistband. His fingers crawled from your pelvis to your core, feeling the wet patch on the seat of your panties. He groaned softly, almost silently, rubbing your pussy through your panties.

"You're soaked," He said in your ear. "Barely even touched you yet, love."

You didn't answer, only shifting your hips to entice him, begging silently for his fingers to move more.

"Please," You whispered, head turning to meet his gaze.

He let out a soft breath, his middle finger pressing against your clit from over your panties. You breathed out in frustration, body writhing under the light pressure. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. You wrapped an arm around his neck, pushing your hips into his fingers.

"Bloody fuckin' hell," He grunted, his eye contact unwavering as he watched you ride against his fingers.

He seemed to be motivated by your actions, and gently pulled your panties aside. Running a finger up and down your pussy, he groaned as the wetness spread between your folds. You gasped softly, goosebumps spreading across your body when the pad of his finger hit your clit.

"Fuckin' sight you are, sweetheart," He whispered, lips finding your throat.

You moaned even more now, as he added another finger to run circles over your clit, and kissed the soft skin of your neck.

"Yes, Ghost," You whimpered, the hand around his neck grabbing at his balaclava.

You could hear the wetness between your thighs, vulgar and loud as Ghost worked his fingers against you.

"Take 'em off," He ordered.

Pulling his hand from your panties, he undressed himself while you stripped out of your shirt and pants, panties around one ankle.

Suddenly, the lantern exploded with light, illuminating the small room. You watched Ghost's eyes, trailing over your naked form, half covered with the thin blanket. Your hand between your thighs, the other over your breasts, attempting to cover yourself.

His gaze flipped to your eyes, licking his lips when he found you, cheeks flushed, eyes half-open, hair strewn on the blanket beneath you.

"Christ," He whispered.

You took your time running your eyes over his body; large biceps, abs that flexed every time he moved, his pecs. The muscles that ran down his torso were magnetic, drawing your eyes in. His body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, tattoos highlighted against his skin. You pulled your lip between your teeth, pussy now aching for him.

"Please, touch me," You said, barely above a whisper.

He didn't waste any time, his hand running down your body to the familiar crease of your pussy. Fingers continued where they left off, but shortly after, he slid a finger into you. You arched your back off the ground, turning your head to lock eyes with him. Your lips parted as you panted.

"Pussy is so tight," He said, through strangled breaths. "So fuckin' wet, sweetheart."

His long finger was able to reach the sweet spot inside you, curling them gently to simulate you further. He added a second finger, watching you writhe on his palm. The calloused part of his palm rubbed against your clit, and you couldn't help the airy moans that left your lips.

"Oh God- Ghost," You cried, your abdomen tightening with every movement.

"Say my name sweetheart," He goaded. "My real name. Y'know it," His other hand reached up, lifting his balaclava up past his lips.

He craned his neck to run his tongue over your nipple, taking the soft flesh between his teeth and tugging softly.

"Simon," You said, a whimper in your voice as you began to come undone.

"Cum on my fingers, F/N."

You were riding his palm at this point, calves aching as you flexed them, thighs burning. Your stomach and hips tensed, your body enveloped in a rigid stance before your climax erupted. You let go, your muscles relaxing as you came over his hand. The back of your hand lifted to your lips, biting the skin as you indulged the remaining traces of your orgasm.

"Atta girl," He whispered, lifting his head to press his lips against yours.

You were still panting, but allowed him to run his tongue along yours. You breathed into his lips, nose exhaling against his face. You savoured the warmth his tongue offered, biting at his bottom lip.

Teeth clashed together, your kisses were sloppy, still reeling from your orgasm. Your body was desperate to feel the rest of him. Your hands ran down the back of his neck, then flat over his chest. He groaned with approval, the way your soft hands felt against his body was euphoric.

His fingers left your pussy, and when he lifted them, your face burned. Sticky juices coated his fingers, stringing between his fingers.

"Jesus Christ," He groaned.

He knelt between your thighs, kissing your lips again before he left a trail of soft, wet kisses down to your pelvis, thighs shaking as he parted them. He made himself comfortable, his tongue suddenly pressing against your clit. His first moan, loud, as he tasted you, then his second as your pussy clenched around his tongue diving inside you.

You were still sensitive from your orgasm, unable to sit still as he devoured you. His hands were pressing against your hips bones as he kept you locked under his grip.

He moaned, lifting his gaze to watch you. "Pussy tastes so fuckin' good."

You shivered, shutting your eyes as your hand ran through your hair. Your other hand fondled your breasts, teasingly tugging at your nipples.

"Do that again," He demanded.

You obeyed, gently rolling your nipples between your fingers. He moaned against your pussy, and the vibration lit a fuse up your spine. As he kissed and sucked at your clit, you felt another climax build. You were inconsolable, shivering under his touch as he stimulated your clit. It didn't take long before you came again, thighs clamping around his head, thrusting yourself against his mouth.

You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, hands roaming your body.

He sat up, kissing your lips softly before he let his hand run up and down his cock. Your eyes shifted to see him, and his impressive length. Your eyes widened when you really took in his size.

"Think you can take it, sweetheart?" He asked, hips jutting into his hand.

"Yes," You nodded, biting down on your lip.

"Turn over," He said, watching you as he massaged his cock.

You obliged, rolling onto your stomach. You crossed your arms under your head, letting your cheek rest on your forearms. Arching your back, you got on your knees.

His hands gripped your ass, roughly grasping the soft, supple flesh in his hands. You could hear his breathing, fast and loud. He spread your pussy, cock pressing against your entrance. He took his time, introducing his cock slowly.

Soon, he was buried inside you, head thrown back as he savoured the way your pussy felt around him; slick, nearly dripping, hugging him tightly. The angle was nearly torture, so deep, so full, it knocked the air from your lungs.

"Shit, Simon," You croaked out, lifting your head to see him.

"You feel so good, love," He said, leaning forward to kiss your shoulder, teeth biting gently into your skin.

Shivering, you moaned into your arms, biting down as he began to move. His hips hit your ass, cock massaging your walls as he ground his pelvis into you. You couldn't help but clench down, desperate to feel him even more. Your breaths became faster, whimpering as his cock filled you, kissing your cervix just enough to make your body twitch.

His hands came down, landing on either side of you. You could feel his pants from above you. You looked up, eyes meeting as he thrusted into you. He nearly broke watching you move with his thrusts, lips parted with pleasure, nails scraping against your own skin.

One of his hands came up to grip your throat, keeping your eyes where they were while he fucked you. He enjoyed watching you, but wanted to make you feel good.

"Ah, shit," He exclaimed, his other hand slapping your ass.

You gasped, letting your hips thrust back.

"That's right sweetheart," He grunted. "So fuckin' good."

You could hardly breathe, his grip on your throat cutting off most of your oxygen. You didn't mind however, as his gaze was locked on yours, unflinching. It turned you on even more, giving you the push you needed.

"Let me ride you," You said, breathless.

His pace slowed, and he pulled out, grabbing your waist as he laid down. Your thighs spread to land on either side of him, catching your breath as you got yourself situated.

You sat up, pushing his cock back. He took himself in his hand, finding your entrance and helping you slide down onto him.

Your head fell back, sitting still on his cock. Your hips moved back and forth, wanting him as deep as he could get.

"So beautiful," He whispered, his hands sitting on your waist.

You hadn't the mind to answer, only beginning to move your hips forward. He tensed, his head falling back on the floor when you rolled your hips. It wasn't enough, however, and you wanted to feel him, stretching you out.

You lifted your ass up, gliding back down on him. You did this over and over again, until your rhythm settled and you found yourself gasping for air.

His hands flew up to your breasts, moving to your waist, fingers landing on your clit as you bounced on his cock.

"God, love, thas' it, ride this fuckin' cock," He said through his clenched jaw.

His large hand enveloped your ass, helping you up and down as his fingers worked back and forth on your clit. You were breathless, moaning shamelessly as you felt another orgasm working it's way through your abdomen.

"Cum on my cock," He groaned. "Wanna feel this pussy cum on my cock."

You gasped, your hands planting on his chest as your thighs and ass flexed, giving you the extra leverage to take him deep inside. You choked back a sob, your orgasm ripping through you, letting out a loud moan as your body continued to ride him.

Your orgasm wasn't quite finished when he sat up, his hands gripping your waist. He thrusted up into you, his eyes watching you as tears gathered in your eyes. Your body betrayed you, and you grasped his shoulders, trying your best to grind your hips against him.

"'M close, sweetheart," He whimpered. "Where do you want it?"

You shivered, feeling nothing but pure desire.

"Inside me," You breathed. "Cum inside me, Simon."

He groaned, leaning forward to press his lips against yours. His hips faltered, and he moaned quietly into the kiss, fingers bruising your waist as he buried his cum deep inside you.

You shivered again, sitting still for a moment while he recovered from his climax.

"Christ," He whispered.

"Yeah," You said back, with a huff.

You didn't notice when the lantern flickered off again, Ghost wrapping his arm around your waist, flush with your body. His large hand engulfed your breasts, and he couldn't possibly be closer if he tried- he liked it that way. And so did you.

Moments passed, finally finding warmth and comfort. You were so close to sleep, your body relaxed against his.

"Dark's not so bad, is it?" He asked, the timbre of his voice stirring you from your drowsy state.

You cracked a smile.

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rookthorne · 1 year ago

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AMEN AMEN AMEN 😈🙌

𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ➣ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier Word Count ➣ 2.3k Event ➣ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer | Week 7 - My Pet Warnings ➣ Swearing, pet names, smut (unprotected piv, body restraint, dom/sub dynamics - Dom!Bucky + Switch!James + Brat!Reader, heavy degradation + praise + dirty talk in Russian + sir/daddy + choking + begging kink) Author's Note ➣ I yeeted myself into the sun while I wrote this. A very special thank you to a certain someone for the help with the Russian - lyublyu tebya, suka!

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To play games with wolves, one had to be cunning and willing to risk everything for the thrill. Gambling on a sense of safety was a foolish thing to do, but it didn’t stop you from trying – for when you lost a bet, they would collect, no matter what.

It started as a game.

James was in the living room with his arsenal while Bucky was out running an errand – he said he was meeting another possible client, and that he would pick up take out on his way home. You thought it would be safe to play, to tease.

You were so damn wrong.

“Kisa, darling,” James said, not looking up from his serrated knife. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you replied, smiling coyly behind his back where he wouldn’t see. But your tone was off, you knew he noticed the playfulness when his shoulders became rigid.

“Does not sound like ‘nothing’, narushitel' poryadka.” A clink of metal sounded as James placed the knife down on the table, and picked another one up, twirling it in his hand with a deadly grace. “I will ask again. What are you doing?”

Slowly, deliberately, you moved into his field of vision and stood right next to him, running your hand over his shoulder. “Nothing, sir. Just wanted to see what you were doing–I was curious.”

“Ah,” James said lowly, wiping the knife with a cloth. “So that’s what it is, my kotenok was curious. Well, darling, I am maintaining my knives. Guns will be done later.”

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, sitting down next to him. He watched you with a curious gaze, and his mouth opened to speak, but you spoke quickly, “I want attention.”

James chuckled, raising a brow. “Attention? Is that all, Kisa?”

“Yeah, please.” Your hand moved his chest. “Sir.”

A heavy sigh flared his nostrils and he shook his head. “You can sit with me, darling. But I have to get this done. When Bucky gets back, we will convince him to play.”

You frowned. “But, sir-”

“I said wait, kotenok.” The knife in his hand flipped, and he continued to work. “Patience.”

Biting your lip, you considered how best to enact your plan – should you just push him back? Or should you get up and leave, then take him by surprise? No… Surprising him would end badly, you reasoned, so pushing him back against the couch it was.

“Sir,” you began, tone pleading. James hummed, but continued to fiddle with the knife in his hands. “Sir, please, I just want attention. I want it. That’s all.”

James said nothing, though you watched intently while his shoulders and back straightened, and his thighs shifted in the sweats he was wearing. A tent had started to pitch in the crotch of them, and you knew you had won – he wouldn’t resist much longer.

You spread your fingers over his chest, lingering there for a second, and then quickly pushed with all your might. James landed back against the cushions with a grunt of surprise, and you leapt into his lap, straddling his thighs with a victorious grin on your lips.

“So,” you purred, your hands pushing on his shoulders while he stared up at you, expression void of emotion. “The kitten can control the wolf after all.”

“Nyet, Pet,” James growled, his hands moving to grip your hips. “You cannot, and you will not. Let me finish-”

“No, sir,” you whined, dragging your clothed heat over his thighs. “Udelite mne vnimaniye, sir.”

“When the poimet' did you learn that?” he demanded, eyes narrowed.

You licked your lips and increased the speed of your hips, revelling in the slight hitch of James’ breath. “Been practising, sir–needed to know-”

“Moy bog, you will be the death of me.”

You giggled and brushed a thumb over his cheek, but the serenity was cut short by the sudden cold against your now bare ass and legs, and you squealed.

“You did not need them anyway,” James said, tossing the ripped fabric of your leggings and panties over his shoulder. “Now open those legs for me.”

“No,” you whispered, and you clamped your thighs around his and sped up your hips. The strength you used rendered him speechless for a moment, and then you moved a hand to palm the tent at his crotch. “I wanna tease you, sir–like you did me.”

James glared at you through narrowed eyes, a snarl on his lips. “Oh, you-”

“Shh,” you hushed, moving your other hand from his shoulders to cover his mouth. “Quiet. You deserve this.” There was a muffled whine beneath your hand, and you smirked. “Good sir, you sit there and let your Kisa use you.”

Your movements turned deliberate, each pass of your now naked cunt rubbing closer and closer to his erection. You revelled in watching James’ gaze turn needy, his brows furrowing with barely restrained desperation, and his hands became restless. “Pozhaluysta, Kisa,” he begged, his voice muffled.

“You heard him, sweetheart,” Bucky said behind you, and you squeaked in shock, your movements halting. You spun around and stared at him – hip cocked and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and a frown on his lips. “What, you think you’d be safe to play a game with my shlyukha while I was gone?”

The term made a groan fall from James’ lips and your hand flew from his face like it was burned. “Bucky, I-”

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” he mocked, his voice high in an imitation of you. “You won’t be able to talk your way out of this one, Kitten.” Bucky moved towards you, shucking his jacket from his broad shoulders and throwing it back into the entryway. “You wanna play games?”

“No-”

“That’s a fuckin’ lie, doll. Stand up,” Bucky ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. You complied quickly, and James whined quietly as you stood up. “Good girl. Lay down,” he said while pointing at the couch next to James – the four seater. “Go on.”

You padded over quickly to the couch, your heart racing all the while – when Bucky was in this mindset, it was exhilarating. The sound of James’ arm clicking while it recalibrated made you jump, and you rushed to lay down, following Bucky’s order to the tee.

“Jamie, honey, c’mere,” Bucky said softly, and James got up, reaching out for Bucky and once within reach, attacked his neck with harsh kisses. Bucky’s hand squeezed his ass and you gulped. “Here, here,” he said, directing James so he could face you, and the two of them stared at you, gazes heated. “Ya budu derzhat' yeye, i ty yeye trakhnesh'. Prepodavat' yey urok.”

“Da, da–pozhaluysta,” James whispered, and Bucky nodded.

It all happened at once.

James pounced – his form caging you against the cushions of the couch with a low growl, and you yelped. The feel of his lips attaching to the column of your throat, sucking and nipping at the skin made you moan and squirm. Bucky came and sat down by your head, his expression impassive.

The blankness of his gaze screamed danger, and you squirmed harder, trying to dislodge James from above you. James only growled again and shifted to take off his sweats to reveal his cock – hard and weeping from your game.

“Now, doll,” Bucky began, his thumb brushing against your cheek. You looked up at him through doe eyes, and he clicked his tongue. “Just who the fuck do you think you are? Teasin' our Jamie like the fucking whore you are, huh? It's a shame.” His words were followed by the feeling of James’ cold fingers forcing their way into your weeping cunt, and you cried out. “Now you have to take what you're given, and you thank your sir for fuckin' you so good."

“Oh, god,” you moaned, your eyes fluttering at the feel of James stretching you, his continuous assault on your throat. “Please–I just wanted attent- Oh!”

James’ fingers curled and you jolted, your shoulders lifting off the soft fabric of the cushion. “And you’re gettin’ it,” Bucky sneered. “Jamie, c’mon, take her.”

The words switched something in James, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck with a moan, his cockhead brushing against your folds. “Are you okay?” he whispered, loud enough for Bucky to hear too. “You know your words?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding.

A soft kiss met your cheek and James huffed. “Good kotenok.”

The initial burn of James’ cock slipping in made you hiss, and he slowed, allowing you a moment to adjust. “I’m good, move.”

Bucky grinned above you. “You heard him, honey. Take what’s yours.”

“What- Fuck!” you gasped, the sudden rush of James pumping his cock in and out of your heat. “Sir!”

“Quiet, Kitten,” Bucky snapped, his hands now on your shoulders. The pressure made you blink and look up at him – a predatory smirk on his lips. “You lie still while Jamie takes what he needs–you’ll learn not to tease him.”

A groan fell from James’ lips and his thrusts turned brutal, feral, the pace punishingly fast. Each pass of his cock over your walls made you whimper and moan – the brute force making the spiral coil tighter and tighter against your will. “Sir, pleasepleaseplease, you feel so fucking good, please don’t stop!”

“I said quiet,” Bucky huffed. The sudden feel of his right hand covering your mouth startled you, and your squeak of surprise came out muffled. His left hand held fast on your shoulder, pinning you to the cushions. “James, I have her. Let it go.”

“Fuck,” James moaned, and his legs shifted – the new angle made your eyes roll. “You feel amazing, Kisa, so fucking good for me.”

“Please!” you whined behind Bucky’s hand, though he didn’t move it.

"Kisa, vot chto byvayet, ty igrayesh' v gryaznuyu grebanuyu igru, i tebya gryazno trakhayut," Bucky said, and the use of Russian made you sob – the words were filthy, you knew that by the tone, but not knowing made the coil fit to spring at any second.

“Such a good boy, James,” Bucky praised, leaning over and kissing him. The exchange made James’ pace falter and you whimpered, your hands clutching at James’ elbows in an effort to make sure that he didn’t forget you. “Chertovski, razrush' yeye Dzheymi, razrush' etu kisku.”

A shuddered breath made James’ chest spasm, and his pace began in earnest – each thrust made you cry out into Bucky’s palm.

“Just a fuckin’ attention whore, aren’t you?” Bucky asked, staring down into your face. You shook your head and whined – you wanted him to keep talking, you wanted James to keep fucking you. “What happened? Vy mozhete prigotovit' eto, no vy ne mozhete vzyat' eto? Eto problema?”

Instinct told you to nod, so you did, and Bucky laughed, finally moving his hand away from your mouth. James panted into the skin of your neck, each exhale turning into a low moan.

“It feels s’good,” you moaned, your hands moving to grip James’ hair. “Please!”

Overtaken with the desire to move, you squirmed under James, and your calves came to rest on the back of James’ thighs. “Kisa, fuck-”

Bucky whistled while James shuddered, his thrusts getting desperate. “Chert voz'mi,” Bucky breathed, “boyevoy Kotenok lyubit, kogda ty boresh'sya s nim. Delayet tvoyu kisku namnogo slashche.”

“Daddy,” you gasped.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed, “you gettin’ the attention you wanted?”

“Yes, oh my fucking-” You yelled, the sudden pressure on your clit taking you by surprise. While you were distracted looking at Bucky, James must have shifted his weight and moved his hand – of which now started rubbing tight, fast circles over your clit. “Sir!”

Bucky chuckled. "Kisa, vot chto byvayet, ty igrayesh' v gryaznuyu grebanuyu igru,” he rasped, and while you still didn’t understand, you knew that tone. “i tebya gryazno trakhayut."

“Do that again,” James panted, still thrusting. “Shlyukha loved it.”

Bucky barked a laugh and you whined wordlessly. “Please, I wanna cum!”

“Chert, vot i vse, suka, voz'mi etot chlen," Bucky growled, and James moaned, his pace faltering.

“I’m close, pozhaluysta, ne ostanavlivaytes',” James whimpered, and Bucky hummed.

“You want to cum, huh, Jamie?” Bucky asked him, and your mouth fell open with a silent moan. The angle of James’ thrusts were hitting all the right places and you wouldn’t last at this rate. “You wanna teach her that she can’t fuck around, and not be punished for it?”

“Da, need to teach this suka- Fuck,” James moaned again, “Need to-”

Bucky’s left hand moved to cup your throat, and he tilted your head back to better look into your eyes. “Sweetheart,” he growled, and you blinked. "Zamochite yego chlen, on ne ostanovitsya, poka ne nasytitsya, vy suka."

Your climax surprised you, and you keened as your back bowed to the ceiling, your chest meeting James’ as he groaned. “Sir! Sir, please–I’m cumming!”

“Atta girl,” Bucky praised, “doin’ so good for us.”

“Poimet'! Poimet',” James shouted, his breath heavy on your shoulder just as warmth bloomed in your cunt, and his cock twitched against your walls. “Oh, fucking- Kisa, fuck.”

Your heavy breaths with James’ whimpers and moans filled the room, and Bucky’s soft voice uttering praises soothed you back down to earth. “I’ll go get a towel,” Bucky said quietly, kissing James on his temple and brushing his thumb over your jaw. He stood up and left, leaving you and James alone.

“Are you alright, darling?” James asked quietly, his face coming into view just as he pulled out gently. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” you breathed, smiling. “Promise. And I’m sorry, sir.”

James loomed over your body and kissed your forehead. “No need, Kisa. We all need a good fuck every now and then.” He pulled away and winked, a small smirk on his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Then we can cuddle.”

“Sounds good, Jamie,” you replied around a yawn.

After cleaning you up, Bucky and James laid you across their laps, both of them not willing to leave you be, and both content to pay attention to your now sore muscles, soothing them with their hands and making your mind quiet with their words.

narushitel' poryadka = troublemaker kotenok = kitten udelite mne vnimaniye = pay attention to me poimet' = fuck YA budu derzhat' yeye, i ty yeye trakhnesh'. Prepodavat' yey urok. = I will hold her down, and you will fuck her. Teach her a lesson. chertovski, razrush' yeye Dzheymi, razrush' etu kisku = damn, ruin her Jamie, ruin that pussy. vy mozhete prigotovit' eto, no vy ne mozhete vzyat' eto? Eto problema? = you can dish it, but you can't take it? That the problem? chert voz'mi, boyevoy Kotenok lyubit, kogda ty boresh'sya s nim. Delayet tvoyu kisku namnogo slashche = damn it, keep fighting Kitten. Love it when you fight him. Makes your pussy much sweeter. Kotenok, vot chto byvayet, ty igrayesh' v gryaznuyu grebanuyu igru, i tebya gryazno trakhayut = Kitten, that's what happens, you play a dirty fucking game, and get fucked dirty. chert, vot i vse, suka, voz'mi etot chlen. = damn, that's it, bitch, take that dick. zamochite yego chlen, on ne ostanovitsya, poka ne nasytitsya, vy suka. = soak his dick, he won't stop until he's had his fill, you bitch.

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Will they ever do this? No. But it's funny to imagine how far DC will push the no-homo here.

#I should be finishing my exam rn #but #look i dont even want superbat to be canon I could never do that to my girl Lois and I love their current dynamic too much #but it is so funny to think of how far DC will push it #dc comics #batman #superman #bruce wayne #clark kent #superbat #thakn you very much #my polls

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transastronautistic · 9 months ago

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I can't handle how cute this is. i want a slime pet too

Link to the Tweets. And here's a link to the study. ID in alt text and below the readmore.

Image 1:

tweet by e. @MelytraMithra reading "oh my goddddd

researchers built a smartwatch heart beat monitor that uses a slime mold for its operation. the slime mold has to be fed and cared for, so the users in the trial… developed an emotional attachment to it [two sobbing emojis]"

The Tweet includes a screenshot from the paper, described in next image.

Image 2:

The tweet's screenshot, which reads:

Developing a connection.

All participants expressed various feelings of connection with our device. P1, P2, P4, and P5 all described it as a little friend and/or pet. P2 expressed, “it’s always good to be accompanied by some living creature, I really like different, animals or plants. (. . .) carrying this little friend also made me feel happy and peaceful”. P4 noted that she would be reminded by the slime mold’s presence by its smell, even stating that it felt endearing, “my cat’s kind of have a smell, dogs have a smell, the physarum, I recognize the smell and it smells kind of, organic, it’s kind of yeasty but not like decaying, it smells alive”. In recalling an experience where she had to take a long drive, P4 explained, “oh, I gotta bring my little pet mold friend, during the drive, I was also thinking about how I used to be really into Tamagotchis (. . .) with the physarum, (. . .) it has this smell to it which your Tamagotchis don’t have, it has a sense of physicality, (. . .) they’re definitely different”. P1 stated that their personal care routine ended up linked to the device’s care routine “I think every time I fed myself is when I would remember to at least check it, I think that was actually quite linked”. While she was sick, P5’s partner helped take care of her as well as helped to take care of her device. P5 recounts, “I was taking care of the slime and feeding it oats and stuff, my partner was also feeding me oatmeal because I was sick and so she was like you’re my little slime and I was like yeah, I am (. . .) then she started calling me her slime because I mean me and the slime, like, we were eating the same stuff, (. . .) we were both being fed and watered”. P2 & P4 also stated that the visual appearance of their device affected their mood. P2 explained that growth made them feel refreshed. P4 associated the bright yellow of the physarum with happy feelings, noting this affective quality several times in her diary entries and in her interview.

Image 3: A reply tweet from the original tweeter reading "well nourished. in my lane. lively. growing." There's a photoset from the study described as "a slime mold oscillating between living and dormant stages." There are four images of the slime mold, which is a yellow color. The first shows it "dried / dormant / not growing." Second shows it "water added / resuscitated / growing." Third shows the slime "well nourished / lively / growing." The fourth shows it once again "dried / dormant / not growing."

#cute #humans #science #pets #slime mold #biology #researchers

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romanoffsbish · 1 year ago

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I’m a Barbie Girl

Scarlett Johansson x F!R

Scarlett & you reach new heights in your relationship after an interesting, boozy conversation about the Barbie movie. (Literally saw these photos of Scar and I just went with the Barbie inspo)

WC: 1,422

Scarlett spoke with conviction besides you about the strong social implications made in the movie you two had just finished seeing.

Barbie—Starring Margot Robbie, Directed by Greta Gerwig, and adored by countless women.

You'd tried to listen to your girlfriend, to pay attention to the very real topic at hand, but the movie theater cocktail—because that's a thing now—had actually gotten to you. If your lover wasn't so enamored by the movie, she would've smugly teased you for being such a lightweight.

——

It was only as she shifted to face you after putting the car in park that she began to see.

"What did you think of the movie?" She'd asked, only to regret ever opening her mouth.

"It was very interesting Scarly," you sung, "But there's just something really bothering me."

Scarlett dropped her hand to your thigh in a comforting gesture and chuckled, "Yeah?"

She'd naively hoped it was about the realistic patriarchal system we live under, but it wasn't.

You nodded and narrowed your eyes to insinuate just how perturbed you were. "There's a massive plot hole in the script!"

Scarlett hummed, nodding her head for you to continue as she tried to suppress her growing smirk so as to not upset or distract you further.

"Yeah! The casting directors are idiots!" You seethed, hints of a bitter strawberry wafted beneath her nose and she cringed at just how intense the smell of alcohol was. She wondered how they could legally sell that strong of booze.

"How could they claim to be able to see when they didn't even cast you in it, it's an outrage! You could've been business barbie, with that short, sexy side swooped hair of yours wearing a grey pinstriped suit holding a briefcase."

"That sounds like Mafia barbie," she teased, and you pouted. "I'm serious Scarlett Ingrid Johansson! You are meant to be a Barbie!"

"I think all the ladies did a wonderful job my love, plus my schedule was busy anyways, and I am content with being your personal barbie."

"No silly, nobody owns anybody in Barbieland! You could be nurse barbie, and I'll be beach so that you could resuscitate me with your lips."

Scarlett took advantage of your suggestion and shamelessly pecked your lips and you beamed, "Exactly! See, you're perfect for the role."

"That's because those lips were made for me," the actress leaned in again, holding the kiss for much longer and bringing a sensuality to the moment as she cherished the taste of you. As she pulled away with a heavy sigh, and wide smile she felt content with the moment. The way you brought so much joy and love to her life was such a beautiful thing. You entered her life just as she'd sworn love off and reminded her just why she'd been a hopeless romantic.

"I'd probably be trash barbie," you said over a sniffle and Scarlett blinked rapidly trying to figure out when you'd started crying. She cursed herself for not noticing the aura shift. "You'd be so out of my league Scar," you were on the verge of sobbing now so the blonde got out of the vehicle and quickly got you out of your seat and pulled you into her chest.

"Baby no, you'd be priceless barbie, yeah, with a heart of pure gold, this gorgeous physique, stunning eyes and the key to my very heart."

You pulled back with eyes that glistened with tears beneath the moonlight, and a pout that made your girlfriend nearly melt into a puddle. Then you whined, "So I am Kenough for you then Scarly?" and she nearly lost it at just how serious, and downright pitiful your tone was.

"You're more than Kenough for me baby," she replied softly, forgoing her own dignity as she repeated the absolutely absurd play on words.

Scarlett held her hands on your hips and gently guided you in the house with the idea that she should get you a sobering glass of water. "Am I cellulite barbie?" Scarlett rolled her eyes as she sat you onto the couch. "Everyone is my love."

You hummed thoughtfully, and leaned back into the cushions as a wave of exhaustion pulsed throughout your body. You yawned, "I could be the Humble Servant Barbie to your Goddess. Do whatever you need and more."

Scarlett barked a raspy laugh, then suddenly her body was straddling yours making you gasp affectedly. Your naughty hands went to roam, but the blonde curbed your intentions as she lifted a cup to your face and you gulped it down as you eyed her knowing smirk curiously.

"That's our most accurate pairing thus far." You smiled, and looked to her with so much adoration in your eyes that she couldn't stop herself from drowning in the warmth of you.

There was no one else for her, she'd known that for awhile now, but this moment was clarifying in a way it had no business being. Scarlett decidedly clung to the moment though, her body suddenly leaned over yours and pulled a hidden box from the corner table. Her lips quickly pressed into yours again for a courage boost, and to shield your curious hazy eyes.

Why wait right?

"What about, you're Bridezilla Barbie, and I'm Whatever She Wants is Fine Barbie?" You looked at her in shock, eyes blinking slowly as you fought the exhaustion off long enough to register what she meant. The blur of something sparkling telling you this was a real moment.

"Scarlett, I am too drunk for you to prank me."

The blonde starlet frowned, and without a yes she slid the diamond on your finger, then she brought your hand to her lips to kiss over it. "I'm not pranking you baby, I'm dead serious."

You squealed so loud her ears rang, then you launched upwards startling her. You shocked her, because even in your hazy stupor you managed to flip your positions and press her into the couch. Scarlett's beam matched yours as she looked up at you, "Is that a yes then?"

You exaggeratedly rolled your eyes, "It's an of course you beautiful idiot! What fool do you take me for to say no to a lifetime with you?" Scarlett released a sigh, her smile trembled softly giving way to her insecurity, and you leaned down to kiss away all of her lingering fears of rejection, and to give her that yes.

"I'll marry you right now, on this very couch," you teased, "It doesn't matter when, or how, but do know I'm irrevocably yours Scarlett."

"All mine," she reciprocated your words, her hands gripped your hips tighter, and the both of you spent the next half hour lost in a steamy lip lock that only ended due to exhaustion.

"Let's get cleaned up and go to bed baby," she nudged your shoulder, you begrudgingly left the comfort of her neck, pulling back with a pout that she loudly giggled at. "Come now, I want to properly cuddle with my fiancé!"

Scarlett's heart warmed at the sight of your growing smile. A simple title change had you radiating with this untempered joy, she couldn't wait to see the reaction she'll get on the day it's finally swapped out for wife.

Scarlett once again guided your teetering form, she took you straight to the bathroom, and you patiently followed instructions as she used her brands skin care night time products on the both of you. Then she ushered you off to bed, and slipped in right behind you once all the doors were locked and lights turned off.

"Marriage is in support of the patriarchal nonsense Scar," you murmured over a yawn while pressing back into her. "Which is rude, but like, the idea of being your wife is dreamy."

Scarlett grunted softly as you moved again to roll onto your back and peer up at her, it was clear she was beyond exhausted now. Yet even with her eyes closed she smiled down at you. "We don't have to tell the government baby, I just want to celebrate our love with friends and family, and be able to forever call you my wife."

"I can't wait," you whispered dreamily, and your fiancé watched with a tired, amused gaze as you slipped off to slumber with a smile.

"Goodness me, you're just so precious baby," she said in a teasing tone as she pecked your parted lips. "Forever mine, and never again to question your beauty, or place in my world."

——

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson imagine #scarlett johansson fanfic #scarlett johansson fluff #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x y/n #scarlett johansson oneshot #scarlett johansson pov #scarlett x y/n #scarlett x you #scarlett x reader #scarlett x fem!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year ago

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i wear glasses and i feel like chrollo would hide them so i’d have to come up to him and ask where they went — especially since i’m so forgetful too

(glasses wearing club obtains an extra debuff when it comes to yanderes imo. they can just decide you've seen enough and snatch them away)

It has often been said that the devil takes on many forms. Snakes, black goats, flies; the adversary apparently switches between multiple masks with ease.

Considering what you're forced to deal with now, you would've gladly preferred the animal alternatives.

"Stealing is a federal crime, you know. Liable for up to twenty-five years in prison. Good luck renting an apartment with that on your record."

Evil incarnate flips a page of his apocryphal text, because of course that's what he's reading at 11 a.m. "Sentencing on theft varies depending on the amount stolen."

You rush toward him, jutting a finger in accusation. "Aha! So you admit to stealing my glasses, you miscreant."

"I was just correcting your cute, confident assertion," he hums. He pats the spot on the couch next to him. You sit a few feet away, glaring daggers in his direction, arms crossed over your chest.

"I need those. Without them, it's likely I'll walk into a wall, enter a vegetative state, then my organs will start to fail, and I'll write do not resuscitate on my forearm in sharpie."

Chrollo smiles. "You're creative as ever, dear."

"It's amazing what the mind can come up with when I have next to nothing to do."

"There's always—"

You put a hand up to stop him prematurely, catching the lascivious glint in his eyes. "No, I'd prefer the vegetative state over whatever you're about to say next. Hand them over."

He feigns a dejected visage. "Would it be so awful to ask nicely?"

Without hesitation, you reply, "Yes."

His attention returns to his stupid dusty book with its stupid yellow pages that would probably turn to dust if you so much as sneezed on it.

"In that case, I'll be sure to accompany you until they're located, so that no walls endanger my beloved's wellbeing."

#i hate him.#yandere chrollo x reader #chrollo brainrot #answered #Anonymous

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bunnakit · 11 months ago

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top 5 most unhinged scenes!!

ask me my top 5 bl anything 🌸

this is gonna require some serious thought hmmm

i mean this is the gold star right now, right? there's a reason yai is my pfp these days and it's because that was my exact facial expression throughout this whole scene. gobsmacked, elated, excited -- i really ran a whole gambit of emotions (i still am tbh)

i saw this moment out of context as the show was airing and i was like oh hell yeah a feisty lil guy - and then i got to the scene and i was like oh yeah no that's actually completely fair, he deserves a chomp. i would be so pissed if i was ai di and probably would have done the same. (and i enjoy you can see him think about going back in for another kiss tho)

sorry for the blood but like. this scene. this fucking scene. i can't remember ever crying so hard at anything. an open heart massage or resuscitative thoracotomy is a very real thing and is only performed in extreme emergencies when sign of life is still present. i don't think it would have done anything to help tin given the circumstances but the absolute desperation from sing to do anything to save his best friend was gut wrenching. and then to move from this into tol's grief and denial? this episode fucked me up so badly i had to take a lap around my house and do some breathing exercises.

i wasn't going to include kiseki: dear to me again but truly, what in the strawberry huckleberry fuck was chen dong yang thinking here? you're going to teach ai di about loss? ai di??? the orphan who lost his mom to a drug addiction??? who has only ever tried to protect chen yi? yeah, no, i think he knows a thing or two about loss, i don't think this "lesson" was necessary. i'm so fucking glad i wasn't watching this as it came out, i remember the screaming on my dash and i was FILLED with fear.

i did really enjoy we could see how aware of his surroundings ai di is at all times, though. his eyes scanned the area for just a moment and he was locked ON to that gun. baby boy might be a feral menace but he's good at what he does.

i am still reeling from this. you wanna run that by me again chief?

i'm going to be honest with you guys, i've been in this situation. i was dating this guy for maybe two weeks. he was going to get signed to a major league baseball team relatively soon (i've dated a whole cast of characters,) really nice guy, would come see me at work just because he missed me, almost everything was a big green flag. UNTIL. out of nowhere he says "hey do you want to have kids?" and i was like yeah idk maybe eventually and he replied "no i mean like now"

what the fuck do you mean??? hello???

needless to say uhh i found a tactful way to break up with him after that because what the fuck.

bls sure are a fucking RIDE and i am grateful for my new companion yai to really sum up my feelings about each and every one of these scenes (and all the ones to come)

#bunn asks #top 5 bl #tw blood #tw hospital #tw gore #tw: blood #tw: hospital #tw: gore #<- if there are any i should add please lmk!#the sign #the sign the series #kiseki: dear to me #triage the series #pit babe the series #pit babe

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pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land · 2 years ago

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it's all just a burning memory

summary: your unexpected death leaves a huge scar on wednesday

tw: mentions of death

No, no. This can't be happening. Wednesday shook your pale body with so much force that if you were alive you would be thrown to the other side of the grass. Your lifeless, pale eyes could only stare up ahead at the cluster of stars that hung in the blood sky as the raven continued her desperate attempt to resuscitate you, but to no avail.

Mose people crowded around your unconscious body, watching Wednesday Fighting a cold war with the heavens to bring your ass back to life. Bianca and the other sirens tried to achieve the same feat the ravenette was trying to, but they all couldn't accept the fact that you were dead.

"I'm sorry, Addams. They're gone," Bianca swallowed thickly, tears starting to fill her siren eyes. "No. No you're not gone, y/n. If you die, I vow to pull you back from the flames of hell and murder you with my own bare hands," Even Wednesday shuddered in fear, her heart aching from the thought of losing you forever.

If she was given infinite lives, she would choose to spend it all with you by her side.

She was given one life and she spent it with you.

But it wasn't long enough.

Tears fell to the ground one after another. She clutched the fabric of your shirt, not wanting to let go.

But even she had to accept the fact that you were gone.

"Rest, y/n," Bianca shut your eyes, shedding a tear as she did so. The battle with Crackstone was already tiring enough for them, but your death just made it even more devastating for the school.

"Let's go, Wednesday," Enid extended an arm to the grieving raven who tried to hold back her tears but failed. The silence was so deep that the police and ambulance sirens could be heard from miles away.

Back at her dorm, tears streamed down both of the girl's faces as Enid pulled Wednesday into a gentle hug.

The goth girl didn't even bother to pull away, your death was the only thing clouding her thoughts right now. "I'm sorry, Wednesday," Enid sobbed uncontrollably onto her sweater, devastated that you were gone.

Both of them couldn't sleep a wink that night.

Few days ago

"y/n. I saw it in a vision. Crackstone's coming soon, and we need to be prepared, " Wednesday said, walking towards your bed.

"Can we fight alongside each other?" you pleaded, a smile beaming on your face.

"No, cara mia. I can't afford to lose you to a ridiculous fight, " She refused, despite knowing how invested you were in finding about the Hyde.

"But I can't risk losing you either, Wed. You mean everything to me, and I don't know what I'd do without you, " you said, looking at her with scrunched eyebrows.

Wednesday never replied you. On the day of the fight, you had unexpectedly pounced on Crackstone but was gashed by his magic and flung to the corridor walls, completely obliterating it.

"Ad...dams..." you mumbled at the raven who was at death's doors, your face bloodied as you lost consciousness.

Wednesday jolted up from the nightmare, her face plastered in sweat.

If only she was stronger, she could've saved you.

But if you weren't there, she could've been the one dead instead.

She wouldn't have minded at all. The sunshine from her life faded out when you were gone.

And she knew that she would never, ever find someone like you again.

Wednesday headed to the balcony and looked down with no fear, wanting to join you so desperately.

"Hey, Addams, " you suddenly said one night, the raven's attention turning to you.

"I'm somehow gone, or whatever, dead, promise me you won't cry, please. I don't want those fragile tears to ruin your pretty face. Just live on without me, " you said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Wednesday didn't really take it seriously, but now with your presence gone, she finally understood how it felt.

She glanced at the chair in which she played the cello on, portraying the times you would laugh at how you miserably failed to get the hang of the instrument.

Her gaze shifted to the blanket of stars that resembled your embodiment, wondering if tomorrow would ever come.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday series #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #pipi un kaki in pipi caca land

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ltash · 5 months ago

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Together Forever

Ghost x female reader

"He stared stupidly into her eyes. Thinking about how much he'd wanted to make that noise again...with her."

■□●~Nicki Elson~●□■

I opened my eyes slowly, feeling disoriented and overwhelmed by the bright lights swirling around me. Pain shot through my shoulder, and distant voices of doctors discussing urgently filled my ears.

"We need blood, she's lost a lot," someone said as they placed a mask over my face, and darkness overtook me once more.

Time passed in a blur of consciousness and unconsciousness. Eventually, I began to recognize voices amidst the haze.

"They had to resuscitate him. He was almost gone," Captain Price's voice echoed.

"Simon!" I whispered, fear gripping my heart.

Captain Price and Laswell came closer, their faces etched with concern. "You alright, Angela?" Captain Price asked gently.

Struggling to focus, I slowly opened my eyes, my thoughts consumed by Simon's well-being. "How is Simon? Please tell me he's alright," I pleaded in a whisper.

"He'll be okay, Angela. He's in the ICU," Laswell reassured me softly.

"I want to see him," I insisted weakly. "Please."

Laswell hesitated, her expression sympathetic. "You will, Angela, but right now you can't. You're too weak. You lost a lot of blood, and you need to rest. Take it easy."

I nodded faintly, my heart heavy with worry for Simon. Closing my eyes, I tried to steady my breathing, praying silently for his recovery.

Days passed in a blur of pain and anxiety. Each moment felt like an eternity as I lay in the hospital bed, fighting against weakness and fear. Laswell and Captain Price visited regularly, updating me on Simon's condition and trying to lift my spirits. They assured me that Simon was stable but critical, and that the medical team was doing everything they could.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctors allowed me to visit Simon in the ICU. With Laswell and Captain Price by my side, I was wheeled down the sterile corridors to where Simon lay, hooked up to machines and monitors that beeped softly in the background. His face was pale.

They wheeled me inside, and as soon as Simon saw me, his eyes opened with relief and love.

"Angela," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

"Simon!" I exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks as I rushed to his side and wrapped my arms around him gently. "I thought I lost you."

His arms found their way around me too, holding me close despite the pain he must have been feeling. "I'm here," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

We held onto each other tightly, the hospital room fading into the background as we savored the simple miracle of being together again. The beeping of machines and the soft murmur of nurses outside seemed distant compared to the warmth and reassurance of Simon's embrace.

"I love you," I murmured against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek.

"I love you too, Angela," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

“Get well soon for me,” I said softly, holding his hand gently.

“You too, Angela,” he replied, squeezing my hand in return.

“We miss Ghost,” Rudolfo's voice came from the doorway. I turned to see Alejandro and Rudolfo standing there.

“It’s a miracle you two survived, hermana,” Alejandro said, patting my shoulder.

I squeezed his hand gently. “Gracias, amigo.”

“I think we should go now. Let him rest,” Laswell suggested.

“Let Angela stay here with me,” Simon requested, his eyes pleading.

Laswell nodded. “Okay. Angela can stay.”

Everyone left quietly, closing the door behind them. The room was silent except for the soft beeping of the monitors. I turned back to Simon, my heart heavy with unspoken fears.

“I miss my old Simon. I miss my Ghost,” I said, my voice trembling.

He reached up and gently touched my cheek. “I’m still here, Angela. I’m still your Ghost.”

I leaned down, resting my forehead against his. “Promise me you’ll never leave again.”

“I promise,” he whispered. “We’ll face everything together from now on.”

I stayed with him for a while, just enjoying the quiet presence of each other. Soon, the nurse brought his lunch.

"Here! Give it to me," I said to her.

"You need to rest, ma'am," the nurse suggested gently.

"I will, but he needs to eat." I moved to help Simon sit up.

He groaned, the pain still evident on his face. "Easy there, Simon." With the nurse's assistance, we got him comfortable.

"I will take care of it now," I told the nurse, and she nodded, leaving us alone.

"Here, drink the soup." I took the spoon to his mouth and helped him eat. "I will take care of you, Simon," I said softly.

"You need to take care of yourself first, Angela. You're still not well," he suggested, concern etched in his eyes.

"I'll be better soon, but you need more care right now, and I will be here for you," I replied, helping him drink the soup.

After a while, the nurse came to take me back to my room. Reluctantly, I let go of Simon's hand and allowed her to wheel me away.

Days passed, and I stayed by Simon's side the whole time, ensuring he recovered. Our bond grew stronger with each passing moment. Soon, I was discharged from the hospital and returned to Alejandro's base.

Simon remained at the hospital, though he was quite better by now and could walk.

At Alejandro's base, I found myself missing Simon's presence. Every day, I visited him, bringing small comforts from the outside world—a favorite book, a piece of home-cooked food, or just my company.

One afternoon, as I walked into his room, I found him standing by the window, looking out at the world beyond the hospital.

"Hey," I said softly.

He turned, a smile spreading across his face. "Hey, Angela. How's everything at the base?"

"It's good," I replied, walking over to him. "But it would be better with you there."

He chuckled. "I'll be back soon. Doctor says I can leave in a few days."

I took his hand in mine. "I can't wait."

He squeezed my hand gently. "Me neither. Thank you for everything, Angela. You saved me."

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. "We saved each other, Simon. We're best friends."

The day Simon was set to be released from the hospital, I brought flowers, a new set of clothes, and his shoes. As usual, I found him sitting by the window.

"Hi, babe!" I said, wrapping my arms around him. "I missed you."

"Miss you too. Can't wait to be with you, my Angel," he said, pulling me close by my waist.

"I brought some things for you. Your favorite clothes. Today you will be coming back to me," I said, handing him the items.

"How are you feeling, Simon? Are you ready now?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

"Yes, I am. Can't wait to get back. Missing my team and Soap's silly jokes," he chuckled.

"I'm here," I heard Soap say, standing in the doorway.

"At least knock before you show up," Ghost glared at him.

"There he is. My LT is back," Soap said, coming inside. They touched their fists, a sign of camaraderie.

I watched them, smiling. It felt like old times, the bond between them as strong as ever. This was the moment I'd been waiting for, seeing Simon back on his feet.

"Let me get changed," Simon said, standing up. I remained sitting by the window while Soap joined me.

"I am so happy LT is back to himself," Soap said, his relief evident.

"Me too. I was so scared," I admitted. "It's been a month and a half, and we're still in Las Almas. I can't wait to get back."

Soap nodded. "Aye, it's been a long haul. But we're almost there. Once Ghost is fully recovered, we'll be back in action."

I glanced over at Simon as he changed, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. "I just want things to go back to normal," I said softly.

Soap patted my shoulder. "We'll get there, Angela."

We stood up. "Let's go, Ghost," I said, extending my hand to him. He took it, and together we walked out of the hospital and headed back to the base.

When we arrived, Alejandro, Rodolfo, and the Vaqueros were waiting for us.

"Welcome back, hermano," Alejandro greeted, patting Ghost on the back.

"Good to see you up and about," Rodolfo added with a smile.

The Vaqueros nodded and murmured their greetings, their respect for Ghost evident in their expressions.

"Thanks, everyone," Ghost said, his voice steady but filled with gratitude. "It's good to be back."

I stood by his side, feeling a sense of relief and pride. We had made it through one of the toughest times.

"Let's go back inside," Alejandro gestured.

We moved back inside with him.

"Tonight, we will celebrate our victory and Ghost's recovery," Alejandro announced, his voice filled with pride and gratitude. "Thank you, amigos, for helping me get back my base."

The room buzzed with excitement as the Vaqueros prepared for the celebration. Ghost and I exchanged a glance, both of us relieved to be surrounded by friends and allies.

As we settled in, I could see the joy in everyone's eyes. It was a hard-fought victory, and tonight, we would revel in it. For now, we could take a moment to breathe, to appreciate each other, and to look forward to the challenges ahead.

I followed Ghost to his room. "Do let me know if you need anything, Ghost," I said, my voice soft with concern.

"The only thing I need is you, Angela. Nothing else," he replied, opening the door to his room and pulling me closer. His lips touched mine in a gentle kiss. I didn’t want to pull back, but I did.

"You need rest, Simon. I need to get changed too. Let me see if I brought any good dress to wear tonight," I said, opening the door to my room.

He smiled at me, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes. "Alright, but don’t take too long. Tonight is special."

I nodded, slipping into my room and rummaging through my belongings. The thought of celebrating with everyone, especially with Simon by my side, filled me with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. Tonight, we would celebrate not just our victory, but our survival and the bond that had grown even stronger through the trials we faced.

I found blue culotte jeans, a white chiffon button-up shirt, and a pair of heels I’d brought just in case. After a quick shower, I got dressed. I hadn’t packed much makeup for the mission, but I put on some lipstick and mascara, finishing off with my favorite perfume. As I slipped into my heels, I noticed it was almost night.

A knock at the door interrupted my final preparations. "Hermana, you there?" Alejandro’s voice came through the door.

"Coming," I called back, opening the door to see him standing there.

"Hurry up, hermana," he urged.

I looked at him, taking in his appearance. It was the first time I’d seen Alejandro in a dress shirt and slacks. "Looking handsome, hermano," I said with a smile.

He grinned. "Gracias, hermana. You look beautiful too. Come on, everyone’s waiting."

I followed him down the hallway, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. Tonight was not just a celebration but a chance to reconnect with my comrades and to feel a sense of normalcy again.

I approached the hall, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me. My gaze scanned the room until I found Simon. He looked incredibly handsome in his black cargo pants and a black button-up shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed arms.

"Looking like a snack," I said, biting my lip.

"And you look like vanilla ice cream," he replied with a grin.

"Come drink with us, hermana," Alejandro called out.

"Gracias, hermano, but I don’t drink. I’ll have a soda instead," I said.

Alejandro nodded, raising his glass. "To Ghost’s recovery and our victory!"

Everyone cheered, and I clinked my soda can with Simon’s glass. As the night went on, the laughter and camaraderie filled the air.

I asked where Johnny was, and Ghost replied he had errands to run, which made me raise an eyebrow skeptically. As music filled the room, everyone began dancing and enjoying themselves. Ghost and I stood off to the side, watching. I couldn't help but clap along with the rhythm.

"You don't dance, Angel!" Ghost whispered in my ear, teasingly.

"Not in front of everyone," I replied with a playful smile.

"Hmm. Me neither," he admitted, taking a sip of his whiskey. "But why not enjoy when everybody else is?"

With that, Ghost pulled me towards the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around him, and he interlocked his fingers with mine. Our eyes locked – my caramel orbs meeting his chocolate ones.

The music was lively, but we moved slowly together. Ghost drew me closer, his warm breath brushing my face. He gently lifted my chin with his finger, tilting my head to meet his gaze. Leaning in, his lips met mine in a tender kiss. I ran my hands through his hair, entwining my fingers in his locks. Our kiss deepened, filled with longing, love, and an unspoken hunger.

I could feel his growing arousal on my pelvis.

"I want you so bad Angel." He whispered. His voice so sexy it sent electric shocks into me.

Standing on his boots to match his height, I leaned into him, feeling his arms wrapped securely around my waist. The music pulsed around us, a rhythmic backdrop to our private moment amidst the revelry.

His lips traced a path along my jawline and down to my neck, igniting a fire within me. "Ghost, I... I can't," I managed to whisper, my heart pounding with desire but also caution. The intensity between us was undeniable, but this wasn't the time or place.

Just as his teasing continued, a familiar voice cut through the haze of our closeness. "LT! Ghost, come here," Soap's urgent call broke our trance. Ghost reluctantly pulled away, promising to return soon.

As he left, I couldn't shake the curiosity about what Soap had handed him. When Ghost returned, I pressed him for answers, but he brushed it off with a nonchalant "nothing."

Exhaustion crept in, and I excused myself to find a seat, needing a moment to collect my thoughts. Alone on a chair, I tried to gather my emotions, unaware of what was about to unfold.

Then, in a moment that would forever change everything, I felt Ghost's presence again. His throat cleared, and when I looked up, there he was, kneeling before me. My heart skipped a beat as he presented a small box, the weight of the moment hanging in the air.

The music abruptly stopped, adding an unexpected gravity to the scene. "I... I don't know how to say this," he began nervously, a grin spreading across his face, "but will you marry me, Angela?"

My breath caught in my throat as a rush of emotions flooded through me. Was this real? I had to pinch myself, but the intensity of the moment assured me it wasn't a dream.

"Ghost! Are you serious?" I asked breathlessly, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Yes, Angel. I'm dead serious," he replied with unwavering sincerity.

Overwhelmed with joy, I couldn't find words, only nodding fervently as tears streamed down my cheeks. I stood up, trembling with emotion, and he rose to meet me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

The room erupted with applause and cheers, celebrating our newfound commitment. I buried my face in his chest, unable to contain the happiness and love coursing through me.

Amidst the joyous cacophony, Soap's voice rang out, "I now pronounce you husband and wife," sealing our promise in the presence of our friends and comrades.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and celebration, I knew our journey together was just beginning, filled with love, adventure, and the unwavering bond we shared.

I glanced around the room, my heart soaring with happiness as Alejandro and Rudy joined us, offering their warm congratulations. The atmosphere was filled with palpable joy and relief, a stark contrast to the tension and danger we had faced together not long ago. Soap and the others embraced Ghost.

"Congratulations, hermana," Alejandro said, pulling me into a side hug. "Invite us to your wedding."

"Of course, I will," I replied with a beaming smile, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude and love.

"Angela!" Ghost exclaimed, gently taking my hand. He slipped a ring onto my finger, a delicate symbol of our love and commitment. It was a beautiful moment, one I had dreamed of but never expected to come so soon after everything we had been through.

"Thank you, Simon," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion as I looked into his eyes.

He squeezed my hand affectionately. "Come with me, Angel," he said, excitement evident in his voice.

"Where are you taking me, Ghost?" I asked, a playful tone in my voice as he practically dragged me along, our laughter and giggles echoing through the hallway. His infectious joy was contagious, and for a moment, all the worries and hardships faded into the background.

He stopped suddenly, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Where are we going?" I teased, enjoying the spontaneous adventure.

"To my room," he teased back, his eyes twinkling mischievously with love and anticipation.

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Lilliputian Adventure Chapter 2: The Sun Shall Shine Again.

Mavri retched as her lungs expelled the last of the water. Her chest burned, ribs grinding as she rolled onto her side. Strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her as she gagged and gasped for air.

Gasping for air, she turned her head, squinting through the haze of pain, and saw Fildor, her loyal second-in-command, hovering over her with concern etched into his rugged features.

"Easy, Captain," Fildor said, his voice firm but layered with relief. "You're back with us."

As the pounding in her skull subsided to a dull roar, Mavri gathered her bearings. They were still within the confines of an immense glass prison – their giant bottle refuge now beached on unfamiliar shores. The scale was mind-boggling; they were mere insects in comparison. With Fildor's steady support, she managed to sit upright, wincing as she surveyed their damp enclosure, thankful that only a shallow pool of water remained at the bottom.

Her gaze landed on Silvo, methodically performing chest compressions on Linric's unconscious form. The cook glanced up, meeting her eyes for only a moment before redoubling her efforts. Telwin stood at her side, wringing his hands and chewing his lower lip. He was the youngest of their company, only twenty years old. He looked even paler than usual, eyes flickering between Silvo and the sloshing seawater that filled the bottom of their prison.

As Linric sputtered back to consciousness, Silvo heaved a sigh of relief, her brow glistening with sweat. "That's right, you ungrateful barnacle. You're not leaving my kitchen duties just yet," she joked, though her laugh tinged with their situation's darkness.

"Always the charmer, Silvo," Linric croaked, offering a weak grin.

"Someone has to keep spirits up," she retorted, helping him to sit up.

Mavri's knees buckled as she attempted to rise, the acrid taste of brine and defeat lingering on her tongue. Fildor's calloused hands were there, steadying her, lifting her to a stand. A choked sob clawed its way up her throat as memories flooded back—Hilgar's grotesque maw, the screams of her crew, the despairing plunge into watery darkness. She shoved the images aside with a ragged breath.

"Easy, Captain," Fildor murmured, his grip firm yet gentle around her waist.

"Thank you, Fildor," Mavri managed. "I think...you might've cracked my ribs with that robust resuscitation."

"Better a few cracked ribs than a drowned captain," he replied, the hint of a smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Fildor wasted no time, his voice cutting through the stifling heat that bore down on them. "We need to get out before we roast alive in this glass trap." He surveyed their transparent prison, calculating the best way to escape their current hell.

"Agreed. Let's move," Mavri said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

They approached the sloped side of the bottle, where the neck arched towards freedom.

Fildor followed her gaze, brow furrowing. "I'll go first and help pull the rest of you up. The glass will be slippery, so take it slow."

"I can manage on my own," Mavri began but fell silent at the look on his face. There was no point arguing when her injuries would only slow them down further. She nodded in resignation.

Telwin boosted Fildor up. He peered back down, arms extended. "Send Linric up first, then the captain. I'll get you both to the top."

"Your turn," Silvo said, wiping her brow. She laced her fingers together, creating a step for Mavri's boot.

"Right. Let's get out of this cursed bottle," Mavri agreed, her voice laced with grim determination.

"Almost there," Fildor encouraged as they crawled through the bottleneck.

One by one, they emerged onto the sun-baked sand, Fildor leading the way. His large form dropped from the bottle's lip, landing with a soft thud before turning to catch each member. Mavri landed in his arms with a pained grunt, followed by Linric, who still leaned heavily on Silvo.

"Good work, team," Mavri praised, trying to muster the strength she didn't feel.

"Any idea where we might be?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, each word punctuated by an ache in her chest.

"Can't say for certain, Captain," Fildor replied, his eyes scanning the horizon. "But we're alive, and that's a start."

Silvo trudged alongside them, her own gait burdened by Linric's weight leaning on her. She cast a wary glance over her shoulder. "Let's focus on finding shelter and something to fill our bellies. We can unravel this mystery after."

"Solid ground that might be crawling with more giants," Mavri muttered, her gaze lingering on the vast expanse around them.

"Giants or no, we need shelter...and food," Fildor said firmly. "We can't make plans on empty stomachs and with the sun scorching our backs."

Telwin took up the rear as they traveled, gripping a small stick he'd found like a sword.

They rounded a dune, and a strange sight met their eyes—an overturned soda can loomed like a fallen monument.

"Giants..." Linric's voice trembled.

"Easy there," Silvo soothed, though her own eyes betrayed a flicker of fear. "These aren't Hilgar-sized footprints. These giants are smaller."

"Small comfort, that is," Mavri said, the memory of Hilgar's monstrous form causing her heart to race—a giant that towered over giants. She glanced up at the can, imagining the beings that would drink from such a vessel. To them, her crew would be mere mice.

"Think about it," Fildor continued, trying to rally their spirits. "If they're smaller, maybe they're less cruel, too. Maybe they won’t see us as toys or food."

"Should've stayed home," Linric murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "I never signed up to dodge feet or be eaten by monsters."

"None of us did, lad," Fildor said softly, meeting each of their gazes in turn. "But we're here now, and we'll survive."

They continued their march, looking for shelter and food.

The relentless sun scorched the back of their necks as they trekked through the endless grains of sand. The towering wooden stairs loomed before them like a mountain range.

"Looks like our path to civilization," Fildor grunted, squinting at the daunting ascent.

Before anyone could respond, a sharp squawk pierced the air. They all spun toward the sound, hearts hammering in their chests. A giant seagull descended upon them with predatory grace. Its beady eyes glinted with hunger as it landed, hopping closer with an interest that chilled their blood.

"Back away slowly," Mavri ordered voice barely above a whisper.

But Telwin was already moving. He grabbed a jagged glass shard from the sand, brandishing it defiantly. "Come on, you winged beast!" he shouted, swinging with futile bravery.

"Telwin, no!" Mavri reached out, but her body betrayed her with pain.

Fildor didn't hesitate; with an arm that had braved storms and waged battles, he swept Mavri into his hold, retreating hastily toward the staircase's shadow. Silvo grabbed Linric, urging him along, his body limp with terror.

"Run!" Fildor bellowed to Telwin, setting Mavri beneath the wooden colossus.

But fate was cruel, and as Telwin pivoted to flee, his foot caught in the sand. He stumbled, and the bird seized its chance. With a triumphant shriek, it scooped up the boy in its beak and took flight, disappearing into the vast sky.

"Telwin!" Mavri's scream was swallowed by the wind.

"Telwin…" Linric whispered, his voice breaking. Silvo wrapped her arm around him, cursing under her breath, her own eyes brimming with tears.

"He gave us a chance," Mavri choked out, forcing herself to stand despite the pain in her ribs. "He sacrificed himself… for us."

"We owe it to him," Fildor said, voice thick with emotion, "to keep going."

"Can't let it be for nothing," Silvo added, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Lead the way, Captain," Fildor replied, offering her his arm for support.

"Forward," Mavri said, her resolve steeling. "No looking back.

*****

Shadows lengthened between the giant beach houses as Captain Mavri and her remaining crew found respite behind a fortress of discarded trash.

As the sky above darkened, a low rumble rolled over them. Mavri's eyes shot upward, watching as the first heavy drops of rain splattered against the ground.

"Rain," she sighed, a hint of dread in her voice.

"Inside the bin?" Fildor suggested, eyeing the small opening where the lid didn't quite close.

"Too risky. If it's empty ..." Mavri let the thought hang, unfinished but understood.

"Right," he acknowledged, his lips pressed into a thin line.

The droplets grew more frequent, impacting the group like tiny explosions. The Lilliputians scrambled, searching desperately for cover to shield them from the watery onslaught.

The deluge was relentless, each drop a hammer upon the tiny forms of Captain Mavri and her crew as they scrambled across the giant sidewalk. Rivulets merged into rivers around them, and Mavri struggled to keep her footing on the slick concrete. The storm drain loomed ahead, a gaping maw ready to swallow any who strayed too close.

"Watch the edge!" Silvo called out, barely audible over the cacophony of the rain.

"Keep together!" Fildor added, his voice strained with effort as he steadied Linric.

Mavri's heart pounded against her chest, her breaths short and sharp. Despite the pain from her broken ribs, she pushed forward, driven by pure instinct to survive. But her legs were failing, her vision blurring with the onslaught of water. Suddenly, she slipped and tumbled into the torrent, sweeping towards the storm drain.

"MAVRI!" Fildor's shout was distant; terror etched into the single word.

She flailed helplessly, the current dragging her along with merciless speed. The storm drain neared, its dark promise of oblivion sending a spike of fear through her already adrenaline-charged body.

But then, something changed. A shadow fell across her path, and a force plunged into the water beside her. Mavri collided with a solid wall that seemed to envelop her, halting her perilous slide toward certain death. Confusion and panic warred within her as she felt herself being lifted up, away from the churning waters below.

"Wha—?" Her voice was a strangled gasp, her lungs expelling the water she'd inhaled.

The wall moved, conforming to her shape, and suddenly, she realized it wasn't a wall at all—it was a hand—a giant hand. She was lying on her back in its palm, sheltered from the rain by an immense umbrella held high above.

"By the sea," she whispered, her blue eyes wide with shock, staring up at the colossal figure that cradled her. A giantess peered down at her with a look of concern. Fear clawed at her insides, images of Hilgar's monstrous cruelty flashing before her eyes.

"Please, no more..." Mavri's plea broke off into a sob.

The giantess's gaze softened, and though Mavri braced for malice or mockery, none came.

Struggling against the fatigue that threatened to pull her under once more, Captain Mavri attempted to rise. Her limbs betrayed her, and she crumpled like a marionette with severed strings. Beneath her, the terrain of living flesh shifted as gentle fingers repositioned her with care. They curled around her small form, lifting her into a seated position. Large and warm thumb rested lightly on her lap, steadying her.

"Are you alright?" The giantess's voice boomed softly, tinged with unmistakable concern.

Mavri blinked in surprise, her suspicion warring with the unexpected kindness in the giant's tone. "I'm..." She couldn't finish; trust didn't come easily, not after Hilgar.

As resolve steeled her spine, Mavri opened her mouth to unleash a biting retort that might buy her crew the precious seconds they needed to vanish. But the words died on her lips as movement from above caught her eye. Her breath hitched, her heart stuttering in her chest.

From the sheltered valley of the giantess's cleavage, a familiar face emerged, framed by a mischievous grin. Telwin waved at her with the casual air of one greeting a comrade across the deck of a ship, not from the bosom of a behemoth. It was such an absurd sight that Mavri almost forgot to breathe.

"Telwin!" she gasped, incredulity lacing her voice.

"Alive and kicking!" he chirped, looking rather pleased with himself.

"How... how did you even survive….how?!" Mavri sputtered, unable to mask the relief flooding through her.

"Long story," Telwin replied, sheepish but with an underlying twinkle in his eyes. His hand patted the skin beneath him, drawing a muffled scold from the giantess as she chided him, "Hey, watch it."

"Sorry, miss," Telwin shot back, though his grin suggested he was anything but. "I'm just trying to make the best of the situation here, considering the... uh, accommodations."

The giantess's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of red coloring her cheeks as she looked down at her tiny guests.

"I got us help, Captain," Telwin continued, still nestled securely within the warm confines of the giantess's attire. "She's on our side."

"Is she now?" Mavri muttered, skepticism lacing her tone.

"I want to help," the giantess interjected softly.

"Help..." Mavri echoed, the word feeling foreign on her lips. Her eyes darted between Telwin's impish smile and the earnest concern etched across the giantess's features.

"My name is Tori," the giantess said, her voice gentle. She carefully adjusted Mavri in her hand, fingers curling protectively but not oppressively around the diminutive captain.

Tori slowly bent down to place Mavri close to her other shipmates. The giant umbrella shielded them from the rain.

Fildor stepped forward and caught Mavri as she stumbled upon being set down, his hands firm and steady.

Silvo, with Linric slung over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry, let out a snort that mingled with the pitter-patter of the rain. “Looks like Telwin’s found himself the best seat in the house,” she quipped, eyeing where the young man was tucked away.

Tori's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, her eyes darting away from the scrutiny. "He, uh, insisted on helping—said it was important to see where we were going." Her voice stumbled over the words, the fluster evident.

"Can't blame a fella for wanting a good view," Silvo chuckled, drawing a reluctant grin from Fildor.

"Enough," Mavri interjected, her tone sharp though softer than usual. She peered up at Tori, her blue eyes still flashing with distrust. "You can put Telwin down now. We'll be on our way."

Tori's expression turned to one of alarm. "What? No! You almost drowned; I can't let you out in this rain. Come back to my place—it's close."

Mavri bristled at the thought of more dependence, her jaw set firm. Before she could reject the offer, Fildor's warm hand found her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. His dark eyes met hers, silently pleading.

"Captain," he said quietly, "we won't last out here. Not like this."

The rain hammered down around them. Mavri drew a breath, the weight of command heavy on her shoulders. With reluctance etched into her features, she yielded.

"We accept your help," she declared, then took a deep breath before continuing. "I am Captain Mavri. This is Fildor, Silvo, and the unconscious one is Linric."

Tori's smile returned, warmer this time, as she nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you for trusting me. I'll get you somewhere safe."

Tori extended her palm toward them. Fildor led the climb, his feet sinking slightly into the flesh with each step. Mavri followed.

"Easy, does it," Fildor murmured, reaching back to assist Mavri, whose ribs protested every movement. Once atop the palm, they steadied themselves against the towering fingers, gripping them like tree trunks for support.

"Feels like we're standing on a living landscape," Silvor remarked, half in awe, half in jest, as she helped Linric onto the hand.

Tori watched, fascinated by the tiny people settling on her palm. She could feel the minute pressures of their hands, a sensation so delicate it tickled, invoking an urge to protect them.

With deliberate care, Tori began to walk, her steps measured to ensure the smoothest transit possible. She cradled them close to her body, underneath the protection of her chest where Telwin still nestled, arms defiantly crossed atop the v-neck fabric of her shirt. His feet occasionally brushed against her sternum, sending ripples through her senses.

"Enjoying the view, are we?" Silvor teased, glancing upward.

"Can't complain," Telwin smirked, the smugness clear even in his miniature stature.

"Show some respect," Silvor shot back playfully. "Our savior here could've easily stuffed you in her pocket."

"Ah, but charm goes a long way," Telwin retorted, winking down at her.

"Charm, huh?" Silvor chuckled. "Seems more like you've charmed your way into a cozy spot, Telwin."

"Cozy is one word for it," Telwin quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Strategic is another."

"Strategic? Really now?" Silvor raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with amusement.

"Of course," he replied with a grin. "It's all about perspective, Silvor. From here, I can see everything clearly."

"Everything?" Silvor teased, her smirk audible. "Got yourself a front-row seat, I see."

"Front row, center stage," Telwin confirmed, unabashed.

"If I were our kind savior here, I'd reconsider your lodgings—maybe somewhere less scenic."

Tori's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of rose as the teasing banter continued, the soft voices tickling her senses. She focused on keeping her steps smooth.

From the safety of Tori's palm, Fildor leaned in close to Mavri, his voice a low rumble that only she could hear. "This giantess... she's nothing like that monster Hilgar."

Mavri's gaze flickered up to Tori's face, searching for any hint of deception. "She might be kind now, but giants are unpredictable."

"Perhaps," Fildor acknowledged, watching her eyes soften slightly at the concern in his voice. "But you see it too, don't you? She doesn't have the look of a predator. She's... a pushover."

"Is that supposed to reassure me?" Mavri asked.

"Maybe not, but it's something." Fildor cracked a small smile. "Plus, I think Telwin's found his favorite spot. Cozy, isn't it?"

"Cozy?" Mavri echoed, arching an eyebrow before letting out a reluctant chuckle. "If you say so."

"Face it, Captain," Fildor teased gently, nudging her arm with his elbow. "Our boy's living the dream between two massive..." He trailed off, leaving the last word hanging playfully in the air.

"Finish that sentence, and I’ll punch you," Mavri threatened half-heartedly, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Mavri whispered back, her throat tight with unvoiced fears. "But I can't shake the memory of those other eyes... cold and cruel."

"Almost there," Tori called down to them, her voice warm despite the chill of the rain. "Just a bit further to my place."

"Thank you," Fildor responded, offering a small nod of gratitude.

"Thank you," Mavri echoed, though her words were steeped in reluctance.

Chapter 3

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