#(But op is right I love angst to much to view it in a healthy way)

[enifo-talks]

I think the issue is them not breaking apart lol/j

I love how angst obsessed the fandom is but I will say I think it's very funny bc everyone is like ohhh GGG+Impulse is gonna be so angsty, that cannot end well and I'm here like well, see, I think they might disappoint you bc Cleo and Scott are the most loyal ppl on the server, they never betray their day one alliance and Pearl is usually the same as well and also.... I think while the fandom is obsessed with angst, the creators might just be excited to properly team up again

So what I'm saying is, I am so excited to read super angsty fanfics while watching this group be absolute besties in the actual series lmao

[sybilmarlowe]

Since I joined the One Piece fandom, I was asked different times which character I ship with Doffy the most. Given I'm usually into self insert things, I'd firstly go with "my OC, of course 😛"... But let's talk about what I think of Doffy's most famous ships 😁

DISCLAIMER: all of what follows is TOTALLY my own opinion, don't want to judge anyone who thinks differently than me. OP is a fictional world made of fictional characters and anyone can ship whoever they likes!

So, here's the ships:

Doffy x Viola

Ok, let's start with what many people's don't want to hear: this ship is canon. Yeah. Like it or not, it's a matter of fact.

I honestly like them together, they're a weird couple but somehow they work. I like to imagine how could have been the dynamic between the two of them, and I'm more than sure there was nothing abusive from Doffy's side. I mean, sexually at least. I agree with the fact destroying one's whole life and Country is pretty abusive, but I'm quite sure the feelings between Doffy and Viola have been real for a while. Maybe the concept could sound trivial, but no one chooses who to love and Doffy has many characteristics which may definitely make a person fall for him. Not totally sure HE has ever truly loved her, but I like to think so. After all he does have a weak side and Viola might have been one of the few (even thanks to her powers) who managed to see it and knowing him deeply. This surely strenghtened their bond and it might have finally resulted in love...

My vote is a 8/10

Doffy x Cora

This is incest. I know. And it's indeed problematic and controversial. Irl a thing like this isn't exactly acceptable.

BUT as I told before, OP is pure fiction, so... I have to say quite like them tbh. In my opinion, as long as a relationship is adult and consensual there's nothing deeply wrong in it IN FICTIONAL WORLDS. (I know, there are fanfictions in which their relationship is abusive, but since we’re talking about headcanons here I like to think it’s not). Have you watcher GoT? Cersei and Jamie were one of the best written pairings in the whole series, the same goes for this situation imo, we have all the conditions to make this ship a sensible one.

They’re a realistic couple cause they went through a lot of difficulties together and, even if they chose different paths of life, their bond is very very deep. Their love is a desperate one, like “you’re the only one in this world I can REALLY trust”. This from both sides. The difference is that Cora is a pure person who just want to love and being loved while Doffy... well, he’s not exactly mentally healthy and he’s like “all or nothing”.

A lot of angst and stuff, of course, for this reason my vote is 7/10

Doffy x Crocodile

I’m sure someone out there is going to want my head for what I’m about to write, the DoffyxCroco fandom is huge after all... but... 

I don’t like this ship at all. 

Given one can ship two people with no reason or just because they wear matching colours and look good in fanarts (?) imo DoffyxCrocodile has no sense. They interact, yeah, but nothing about their dialogues or shared scenes makes me thing they could be a good couple. Even that most famous encounter at Marineford which made fanpeople scream... They looked just like contenders who quite disliked eachother, nothing less and nothing more :/ and Doffy saying “I’m jelous!” just gave me the same vibes of a childish sacrastic way to piss off a person, pretty much like the stupid classic “you fight like a girl!”. 

They’re aesthetically beautiful, nothing to say, they’re both among the most handsome characters in OP  and have a similar story, so I’m not saying I don’t understand the reasons of those who ship them... Just... I want ships to be stronger and more credible than this :/

6/10 just because they look good in fanarts XD

Doffy x Luffy 

This is pretty diffused, but..... why. 

I mean... what happened between the two of them which could have made them fall for eachother?? D: Have you ever tried to date a person after trying GearFourthPunch them out of the troposphere? °A° (Also, Luffy could LITERALLY be Doffy’s son. This is weird. Not the weirdest thing, but still.)

Srsly... If you like them together I ask you to tell me which dynamics are there behind this ship. Cause I really can’t see WHERE do you see even a little trace of feelings between the two of them D: 

Sorry D:

3/10 

Doffy x Law

Gods, yes. YES.

This ship HELLA works from every single point of view. Doffy and Law are two of the most (if not THE MOST) well written characters in the whole series. They have a complete and complex background, a deep and multifaceted personality and, above all, an extremely strong bond. 

Ship them or not, they’re literally OBSESSED by eachother for different reasons.

 Law is the ONLY man Doffy considers almost his equal, he thinks he’s like the only person worth being his right hand man and I’m quite sure he’s galvanized by the idea Law is the one who’s gonna sacrifice his life to make him immortal. Like... a great life to complete an even greater one? This is insane. And yet beautiful. 

On the other hand, Law’s thoughts have been completely centred on taking revenge on Doffy for 10 years. Like, he was literally obsessed by that man, consumed by the hate he felt for him which obscured anything else, even his maniacal good sense in the end. 

Turning this all into a tragic and tormented love story is as easy as drinking water. A long-term reciprocal hate mixed with a deep admiration for eachother (even from Law’s side, after all Doffy was the one who thaught him almost... everything?) which slowly turns into something terribly different. Imagine the tension between two arch enemies who have to admit their hate melted into passion... and yet still have this latent feeling of wanting the other’s death.......

Don’t know what’s your opinion about this kind of stories, but for me, the self proclaimed Queen of Angst, in love with the most tragical Theatre and Literature... THIS IS GOOD STUFF. 

10/10 HANDS DOWN.

Doffy x Trebol 

What tHE ACTUAL F***K. 

-10/10 

Doffy x Bellamy

Please, no. 

Alright, I hate Bellamy. He’s exactly the kind of character I find terribly pathetic and incomplete. He barely has a personality of his own, he’s a wild fanboy with nothing original (not like Barto. Barto is the best fanboy ever. All my love goes to Barto.). 

Now, he spent all his 34 years of life trying to... imitate Doffy? And yet he doesn’t even manage to truly understand him. So he’s worse than a fanboy, he’s attracted to the idealization of a man who’s not even half of the things he expects him to be. This is sad. Really sad. And call me a sadist, he deserved being humiliated imo. Maybe this helped him open his eyes and getting a life. Seriously. 

It goes without saying I totally can’t see how a relationship between him and Doffy could work. Doffy despises him, the only kind of plot this thing could have is a quite abusive one :/ and since I deeply dislike abuse.... no. This ship is totally out of question.

0/10

Doffy x Monet

This is another ship which barely touches the canon. I sincerely think the "love" between the two of them is pretty much unilateral. Doffy respects Monet, he deeply appreciates her abilities, intelligence and loyalty, she's clearly among his closest subordinates, but... He doesn't love her in a romantic way. As for Monet, she's totally in love with him, she'd kill and die for him. And in fact that's what she does in the end.

Monet is not among my fav characters, but I still feel quite sorry for how things went for her. She gave her everything away for a helpless, almost obsessive, love.

If something between the two of them really happened for real, I think it was merely physical.

For this reason, tough I have to admit they'd actually look beautiful together, I can't ship them :/

5/10

Doffy x Vergo

Ok, I dislike Vergo. He's quite a flat character imo, don't even like his design 😅 I don't ship him with Doffy for this simple reason, but being honest they could perfectly work as a couple.

Vergo was among Doffy's very first "real friends", he was among those who were considered a family by him and, most importantly, he was the only one around his same age. They literally grew up together, likely supporting each other, and I wouldn't be honest if I said this has no chance to be a good assumptipn for a love story. A quite simple and basic one, if you want, but it's the most realistic kind of bond two people can make.

Still not shipping them, my vote is a honest 7/10.

Guess that's all?

Let me know what do you think about this 😆 do you agree with my votes? Or there are some points you totally disagree with?

Well, anyways. I had fun 😂

[bananxjin]

Trophy Wife || 5-2

↦ Coworker!Seokjin x Reader

↦ WC: 3,618

↦ Drama || Angst || Fluff || Slow Burn

↦ Trigger Warnings: Smut/masturbation

↦ Tagged: @lysannnnaa​, @vanillanjin​

↦ Summary: You thought you knew what you wanted – You were sure you knew what you wanted. You thought the be-all and end-all was a loving, domestic marriage with your fiance, Touru Kim; the love of your life, the future father of your children, and the man of your dreams, but things happen. Events begin to unfold, and the relationship falls apart. You see the true colors of your husband-to-be, and you realize that maybe he’s not what you built him up to be. With everything laid out in front of you, you knew the be-all and end-all was a loving, domestic marriage.

Just not with Touru.

(A/N: I’m really sorry!! I know this one took a little longer than usual! This chapter was just... A lot for me to write. It wasn’t meant to be anymore than one thousand or so words, but OPE! Also, this is my first time writing anything smutty in a long time, please go easy on me. Big thank you to everyone who’s stuck around for this story!! If you have any questions or want to be tagged in upcoming chapters, my ask box is always open!)

✨ Masterlist ✨

“You’re so cute when you blush like that.” He breathed against your skin. “So loud and so cute. Just for me.”

A breathless giggle, quickly turned lecherous moan that fell from your lips. It echoed off the walls, harmonizing with the sound of skin smacking skin as you bounced on his cock. You were needy for a sweet release, and Jin was more than happy to provide. His fingers kneaded at your plush waist while his lips caressed you from your collarbone up your neck, to the shell of your ear, anywhere they could physically reach, he wanted a taste. He wanted you, every part of you.

“If I’m blushing, it’s only because you’ve been wooing me all night.” You rasped with a teasing smile crossing your face. You were wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself a bit as you slowly, sensually rolled your hips into Jin. He couldn’t help moaning out as he slid his hands up your waist, further raising the thin fabric of your shirt off your skin. You kept your arms secured around his neck as you kissed him while he laid you back on the mattress

Jin kissed along your belly, slowly drawing his lips down, down, down  allowing himself time to drink you in each time his lips met your warmth again. He was drawing closer to your heat, and it was enough to bring out those soft little mewls he loved so much. Was enough for you to caress your fingers through his hair, gentle but demanding. You had no intentions of letting him go tonight, nor did he with you.

“I want you, Jin.” You gasped, pushing your hips against him. “I want all of you so bad…”

“You have me.” He breathed, kissing up the hollow in your stomach before he reached your breasts. “You’ve had me since the beginning, baby.” It was true. All his senses had been encapsulated by you. Like a siren, you were easily able to lure him in, and he gave in easily, never fighting it. He wanted to be close to you, needed to be this close with the taste of your lips on his, and your sweet voice calling out to him, begging for more. His desire ran deeper and deeper for you with every kiss and lingering touch.

He wanted all of you, too.

You arched your back so you could pull the flimsy camisole over your head, revealing your breasts to him. Cupping his cheeks to pull him up to you before your teeth were clashing against his as you kissed him, your tongue darting out to taste him. His hands were sliding up your thighs,  slipping his fingers in between and allowing the pads to slip over that little bundle of nerves just the way you liked it. “Jin…” You cried out, his thumb ghosting along your lips while his other hand had a firm grip on your thigh.

“Tell me what you want, (Y/n).” His breath fanned your lips as you kissed him again, “Use your words, dove.”

“I want you to touch me…” You whispered.

“I want you to love me.”

__

Like a cloud of dust, everything around him had dissipated, and he was left with nothing. He’d woken up drowned in darkness. Not to your soft touch, nor the gentle breaths of a deep sleep and a warm body curled up in his chest.

He was alone in a dark room with yet another wet dream that left him feeling utterly alone and unbearably horny. Although this one left him feeling something more, something like hollowness; like a part of him was missing, and he knew why, but he was too afraid to say it out loud. He’d rather chalk it up to lust just like last time. Just like every time he’s dreamed of you like this, but deep down, he knew. He knew what was coming and the moment he accepted it…

Oh boy, it was going to hit him like a freight train.

He couldn’t get the heavy duvet off fast enough, struggling to get out of his jeans before he finally sat up on the edge of his bed. He was soaked to his very core in sweat, though he couldn’t tell if it was from you -- Or rather the thought of you, or if it was the cause of his fever breaking.

His elbows were propped on his thighs and head held in his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to make sense of his hazy mind. When did he fall asleep again? Even as he forced his eyes open again, he couldn’t seem to remember properly. His mind was too clouded with images of you, shirtless and gazing at him in a dreamy haze.

He worried his bottom lip between his teeth as thoughts of a past relationship plagued his mind. A relationship that really wasn’t that at all, no matter how much he may have wanted it to be. It’s been a year now; something he’s come to terms with and he’s moved on just fine. His fear was getting to that point once again with you, and getting his heart broken just like last time.

She wears her heart on her sleeve, she wouldn’t do that…

Would she?

He closed his eyes and laid back on his bed. He couldn’t be bothered to worry about that right now. He just wanted to feel better. He sighed, remembering the way you looked with your hair pulled off your face. Flushed cheeks and heavy breathing in a wool sweater that was probably a size or so too big on you.

What if it was Tourus?

He grimaced. The thought left a sour taste on his tongue, but he quickly chased it away. Instead imagining the sweater was his, and you’d stolen it out of your shared closet before you moved into your new, shared apartment together.

His thoughts lingered a little further than what might be acceptable, but he was alone in his room. In his apartment. He wished he weren’t, but here he was. After finding comfort in thoughts of you, he slipped his hand into his boxers as he imagined if it were your first night here together. He would kiss you senseless, holding you up against the floor to ceiling window that adorned the living room, letting the whole block get a view of his woman. Nothing too fancy -- What lay beneath her clothes was for his eyes only.

His wanton groans sounded faint as he imagined carrying you up the stairs. You’d be whining in a playful way, maybe a little worried he was going to drop you, but he’d reassure you that he was stronger than he looked. He’d lay you on the bed, pressing soft, tender kisses to your lips. Then across your cheek and jaw until eventually he found your neck. You’d whimper for him, dragging your fingers along his scalp the way you did tonight, except this would be different.

You’d hold him close like you wanted him. Wanted him in the same way he wanted you. “(Y/n)…” He moaned out. God, did he want you, more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life, and that scared him. He’s been this way since that night at work where he had his first opportunity to kiss you.

Then he remembered tonight, you almost kissed him instead. Gazing at him with eyes full of desire and something else. The look you gave him tonight mimicked the one from back then, and it was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He found himself drawn to you, only wanting you more and more everyday. Wanting to kiss you, hold you, feel your body against his. He wanted all of it.

He was ashamed to admit this wasn’t the first time he’s masturbated to the thought of you. Creating this far away illusion of your plush body beneath his, his name falling off your tongue in a sweet, tantalizing cry. Begging him and begging him for a release as he rolled his hips into you, the pad of his thumb ghosting over your clit just to tease you in hopes that it would only drag more of those beautiful sounds out of your mouth.

His hips thrusted faster into his fist. It couldn’t be healthy the way he dreamed about your kiss, or how your tits would feel against his palms. He thought back to the festive skirt you wore to the bistro. You’ve worn it several times since then, always pairing it with a frilly blouse or a pretty sweater. Very autumn-like. A style that suited you well, and dare he say -- Jin feels like he could fall in love with this version of you.

There was nothing sexy about that dumb skirt. It’s a plaid, flowy piece that falls just beneath your knees, and you’re always wearing black tights underneath to remain modest. But seeing you in that skirt drove Jin up the fucking wall with lust. You just strut around in that skirt, looking like a special autumn treat wrapped up all nice and pretty in that skirt. Just for him.

Or at least, he silently imagined it was just for him.

He’d love nothing more than to pull you into the back one day and press you up against the door, kissing you in a frenzied mess before dropping to his knees. He’d reach up under that skirt and pull your tights down, and shove his head up there. Just for a taste. He’d hold onto your thighs like they were his own life line, and he’d go to town on your sweet little pussy.

The thought of slicking up your cunt with his tongue sent him into his high, biting his lip in a lame attempt to keep it quiet, but it did no good. His lip slipped right through his teeth and with it slipped your name, loud and whiny as if you were the one that pulled it out of him. He made quick work of cupping the head and cumming into his palm. It leaked out a bit, though it doesn’t help that he’s still fucking himself into his hand, riding the high for as long as he can.

It took a couple seconds, but it happened like clockwork. The guilt soon set in, reminding him that no, he shouldn’t be thinking about his best friend this way, much less should he be touching himself to the thought of her, but he couldn’t help it. The alternative was telling you what he really thought about you. He’s already come so close to kissing you. Twice.

But he always falls short, always stops himself because once he kisses you, that’ll be it. He’s gotten the first taste, the first touch, first feeling, first everything from you. He’ll only want more, becoming a selfish, drunken man on your lips. He’ll crave you, constantly begging for your touch. He’ll… He’ll…

He’ll ruin your relationship. Hurting you by coming between you and your fiance. He’ll drive you away and he’ll be left with a (Y/n) shaped hole in his heart. It wouldn’t be fair to you nor him to come in between your relationship, but your attention was like a drug to him. He keeps putting it off, telling himself, “I’ll get over it tomorrow.” Or, “I can indulge in her today, but this is the last time.”

It’s never the last time. Like a sponge, he just soaks up everything you’re willing to offer him, but he knows it’s nothing beyond a platonic friendship, and he can accept that. But he’ll always be left with that desire.

She’s not your lover. You need to stop thinking like this.

He made his walk of shame, cleaning himself up in a pitch black bathroom. He couldn’t look at himself right now, not after all the filthy scenes he’d fantasized seeing you in.

His eye caught the box with all his towels and various bathroom supplies in it, and it reminded him that you’d been in here earlier, searching through that box. Then he remembered how you said you were going to pick up medication for him.

Did she already drop it off?

He sprinted down the stairs, tripping over his feet amidst the rush. Perhaps he was hoping he’d get to catch you before you left.

But what if you heard him? What if you’d been standing out there the whole time he’d been…?

Oh god…

“No, no…” He breathed, calming himself as he walked towards the front door. “This apartment is too big, she’d never be able to hear me. Not upstairs.” He did his best to convince himself, but the seed of doubt had already been planted. If you had heard him, there was nothing he could do about it. Not now.

His palms felt shaky and clammy as he reached for the brass doorknob. He could feel the little beads of sweat on his forehead as he twisted the knob, and pulled the door open slowly. He prepared himself for what was to come, as if he should expect you to be on the other side. Waiting for him. Ready to tear him apart because you knew; you had to have known! There’s no way you couldn’t have known--

...

To no one’s surprise, you weren’t there.

Jin cautiously looked from left to right then back again, and took a deep breath when he saw nothing. No one. He was alone in his boxers and his front door standing wide open at whatever ungodly hour of the night.

Your neighbors are definitely going to think you’re a paranoid freak if they see you like this.

He looked down at the white bag that hung off his door knob which swung softly from the motion. A little further up was a folded piece of pink paper taped to the dark wood. It was a note from you.

He took the bag and pulled the piece of paper off before shutting his door. He fumbled around his living room, stubbing his toe on that stupid fucking couch as he searched for a light switch. “Fuckin’ Yoongi…” He hissed. He dug his toe into the rug beneath his feet to ease some of the pain. Clunky thing should’ve gone in the garbage where it belongs, Jin thought bitterly.

All pain aside, he fell back against the wall with a soft thud and opened the bag up. Inside, he found vaporub, tissues with lotion in them, a cold water bottle which was starting to perspire, one of those expensive chocolate bars with the fruity paste in the middle, and not one, not two, but three different types of flu and fever medication.

He unfolded the note, holding it closer than he usually would so his sleepy eyes could read your handwriting.

“Please feel better soon! Let me know how you’re doing in the morning, okay?”

He smirked at the little heart you drew next to your name, and how the note smelled faintly of hazelnut. A scent he’s come to associate with you.

He pulled the water bottle out and uncapped the lid to take long, exaggerated gulps. He only just now realized how his throat felt -- Almost like he’d been swallowing sand his whole life. By the time his throat felt better, the water bottle ended up a third of the way empty. He frowned as he looked at the note again, even turning it over to the back to check if you wrote anything else.

What else would she possibly need to say to you?

He took a seat on the futon and pulled one of the pill bottles out of the bag to read over the directions as if he hasn’t taken medication before.

She really went and got all of this for me over some silly cold?

Despite how he felt, and how he knew he should take the medication, he couldn’t stop looking back at the note. Now that he thought about it, this was the first time he’s ever seen your handwriting. Strange, he’s been working with you for months and he’s only just now seeing your handwriting. He studied it carefully, gently thumbing over your name, over the heart that followed your name.

You drew him a heart.

You spent your money on him. And this wasn’t even the first time you’ve spent your money on him! Why would you do something like this? Why would you act so selfless for him?

It’s because she cares about you. Dummy.

He smiled as he could almost envision you sitting on the arm of the couch, just beside him. Saying those exact words to him. It brought a pang of sadness to his heart. You were going to see each other again in the next few days, it was inevitable after all when you and Jin were really the only two with flexible enough schedules.

But it wasn’t really about seeing you, was it?

It was a physical pain in his chest, slowly blooming to become larger and larger until he could feel the pain prickling from the base of his throat to the balms of his feet.

He wanted you. He wanted more than he was allowed to have. He wasn’t so worried in the beginning. Like that night at the bar, you were a sight for sore eyes. He knew that night there was only one thing he wanted from you. The only thing any drunk man would want and no, he’d never ask for it.

But now? Now that he’d bear witness to that look of sheer longing in your eyes twice, or how you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead? Those lips lingered on his skin much longer than they needed to, almost like you wanted to stay there with him. God, he’d go to great lengths just to have even a sip of what Touru gets to experience. Anything you wanted, he’d do it for you in a heartbeat; anything in the world if that’s what it would take to receive your affection. If it meant you would fall for him as hard as he’s falling for you.

He found his phone lying on the couch right where he’d left it a couple hours ago. Jin pulled up your number the second he picked it up. He wanted to call you to say thank you, wanted to be greedy and call you just to hear your voice, and he’d whisper his sweet nothings to you. He’d come up with a million different things to talk about just so he could keep you on the phone for the rest of the night.

But he knew if he called, that might set Touru off. If not on him, then on you, and he didn’t want that. He settled for sending a thank you text and telling you goodnight, hesitant as he added the heart emojis at the end. Something so dumb and insignificant; something he’s never felt the need to overthink, but now, trying to talk to you felt like any little bout of affection or softness was bound to give away his true feelings.

Laying back on the couch in a half effort to get comfortable since he wasn’t ready to get back to his bed anytime soon, he mindlessly scrolled through some of your other conversations. They weren’t anything special -- Not to anyone else anyway. Just silly things the two of you shared with each other, occasional offers to hang out which you’d usually end up shooting down, and many, many good morning texts.

A sudden sense of loneliness washed over Jin. Despite everything, he was making an effort to get over you. He’d been out on a couple dates. That girl from the bar even convinced him to go home with her a couple weeks ago, “Mina…” He sighed. He felt really bad about her. She’d tried to talk to Jin a couple times, and after that night, she continued trying to pursue him. He took her out once or twice, but it wasn’t what Jin was looking for. None of them were what Jin was looking for.

Maybe he just wasn’t meant to fall in love, as cliche as it may sound. Falling for (Y/n) would be the second woman he’s wanted who was already in love with someone else. He could take his chances and confess, but he didn’t want to ruin what he already had with you. He cherished your friendship. The way he felt like he could open up to you, and you’d listen to him all day if he asked you to. You didn’t outright find him annoying or like he was a burden on you -- You wanted to be close to him, too.

Why did it have to be her?

Soon, tears were rolling down his cheeks as he scrolled back to the bottom of your chat thread. You read the messages, but you didn’t respond. He smiled, and swiped his fingers across his glazed cheek. Right. The love of your life was at home waiting for you tonight, and you probably went home to a loving embrace, and a warm, home-cooked meal waiting for you after a long day. Jin tossed his phone on the coffee table and threw his arm over his face. The tears were welling in his eyes again as he told himself over and over he shouldn’t feel like this. Reminding himself that he should be happy for you. He’d never wish unhappiness on you, after all.

He only wished it were him instead.