#im not sure if i understood your ask well HAHA

[siolixz]

~ Veils of Crimson ~

Chapter 1

Pairings: oz cobb x reader (Carmine Falcone's daughter)

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Reader is the daughter of Carmine Falcone, she is young (19) when the beginning of the story happen, but nothing sexual between her and Oz at this age. She will grow and evolve as the story progresses, I wanted to explore the relationships between her and everyone else in the story in this chapter (besides Alberto). I was worried i made it too long now im worried its too short haha, next chapter are gonna be longer. Oz is still manipulative and scheming.

Story inspired by Driving Miss Falcone by (https://archiveofourown.org/users/genevievedarcygranger/pseuds/genevievedarcygranger)<- super good steamy story

It's a slow burn because THATS HOW I LIKE IT, yes there will be smut.

Enjoy, give feedback if u want xoxo

Warnings: mature language, smut (not in this chapter sorry), general teenage horniness.

Being the daughter of Carmine Falcone was, as many might say, easy. You went shopping every single day, you ate at the most expensive restaurants (and if you didn’t, you had chefs that would prepare everything your heart desired), you slept in the finest sheets. Compared to most young adults your age, you were born “full,” never having to worry about anything or anyone disturbing your peace or threatening your well-being.

Still, you were well aware of the things going on around you, even if your father or anyone else in the family, for that matter, usually just glossed over you. All of them opted to compliment how beautiful you were or how stylish your clothes were—blah, blah, blah. You understood that your father ran an organized crime syndicate, that he was respected, and that the clothes on your back and the food in your belly came from one thing only: blood money. But everyone seemed to be okay with it; I mean, who wouldn’t be, right?

You never saw anything weird or a crime being committed. Everyone—and I mean everyone—was well-mannered, spoke in a nice fashion, and you never had to ask for anything; everything was handed to you on a silver platter. You had a driver, for God's sake—someone at your beck and call who could drive you around wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted.

You didn’t have many friends. Those people you talked and socialized with? You couldn’t call them “friends.” They were all just bootlickers who thrived off having Carmine Falcone’s daughter near them; at least that’s what Alberto told you.

If you had to choose, you wouldn’t even go to those fancy-ass events that Sofia dragged you to every single time. She said that you two were women and that you were responsible for “keeping up appearances” and all that. To give her credit, she really made you guys quite the big deal. Ever since she took over her late mother’s organization, you’d grace the cover almost weekly, either because of something she did or some controversy a journalist would make up.

If you had to choose someone to spend time with, it was Oz. Sure, he was your driver, but he was the only person worth hanging around.

To start, he was funny. He always made you laugh, telling you the best stories from his childhood—either about his idol, Rex, or the sort of things he and his brothers got up to. It was a joy to be around him, at least for you. You always defended him when your uncle or your brother would make fun of his gait. Who the hell were they to talk? You never said that, though, because that was disrespectful, and you weren’t allowed to curse—well, you weren’t allowed to curse around family. Oz never minded; you were sure of that.

One year, when it was your birthday, Oz gave you the most gorgeous necklace. He knew exactly what sort of metal you adored, and in the middle was this very dainty diamond. Sure, it couldn’t have cost him a fortune, but it was the symbol that counted. The scandal that followed in the house afterwards was something to remember. You remembered telling one of the older girls there about the gift. That girl told Alberto, who then told your father. They didn’t know who it was from, but they knew it was a member of staff, and your father gave you an hour-long lecture about boundaries and how you shouldn’t have accepted the gift, ever. Sure enough, after two months, he forgot all about it; he had more important business to attend to. Oz apologized afterwards, when it was just the two of you, but you told him it was nonsense.

Your sister rudely interrupted your daydream when you arrived at, you guessed it, another press-infused dinner.

“Hey, you got your head in the clouds again, missy? We’re here.”

“Oh yes, I couldn’t figure it out by the cameras that are all pointing at us from outside, Sherlock. Thank you.” You knew your sister didn’t mind the bratty remark now and then; you were close—well, close enough. She was the first-born daughter, the second in command, really (Alberto was more like the “okay to the world choice” because he had a penis). You were the princess of the household; all you had to do was bat your pretty eyelashes and shine your big eyes, and all was forgiven, as long as you didn’t meddle in “grown-up business.” You were also a grown-up, but whatever. Oz had already made his way out of the car and toward the door.

“Remember, smile, be nice and courteous, and don’t talk to the press. Let’s go.”

As you exited the expensive vehicle, you thanked and smiled at Oz, who, in turn, smiled back. He went to the front, pushing anyone who got too close to you out of the way as everyone shouted things regarding your father or the organization. Your sister grabbed your hand and led you inside; your dad always told you to pay them no mind, so you never really listened to what crap they were yelling anyway.

As your sister was introduced as “the chairwoman of the Isabella Falcone organization” and stepped up to the stage, you felt a sense of pride looking at her. She looked very beautiful in her red dress, obviously picked by you. You knew she usually got quite uncomfortable during those public speaking moments, so you made sure to look her straight in the eyes, straighten your back (which made her straighten hers out), and smile at her. It was your way of telling her that she was a Falcone; she better make everyone in the room remember that. No stuttering on the stage or hesitation.

These dinners or lunches or whatever—they felt like they took an eternity, with the exact same thing being said at every single one: “We need to protect women; the Isabella Falcone organization made this and that. This is very important for women all around Gotham.” While yes, you were sure they helped some people—like the rich ladies who were all here—you were sure they all felt much better about their privilege after attending these sorts of things. When you passed around the East End, you noticed the women on the street: the ones with two kids following them, or the pregnant women who went to work to support their families and give their kids something to eat, the ones wearing high heels and patrolling the corners of Gotham. You often wondered if they benefited from the “help” your sister and the other gals here offered.

Well, at least the food was nice. Every once in a while, you would see Oz walking into your field of vision, and you made sure to get him a plate of the sweets he liked. Even if he rejected the plate most often, he never said no to you. Of course, no one did.

After your smart sister was done talking, everyone applauded. You were the first to get up, and everyone else followed suit.

Immediately after, you went to Oz, with the plate, of course. He rejected it, but you said you weren’t going to repeat yourself, and he took it. That was a sort of ritual you guys had. After Sofia dodged one pretty woman after another, she came over to you two, and Oz started to say thank you to everyone coming closer—a sort of “shut the hell up, go home.”

“This is the third luncheon this week. A lobotomy couldn’t take the edge off,” she said. You had no funny remark to that; you knew when to press buttons and when to keep quiet. After she was anxious, it was no time for funny remarks; let’s leave.

“Even when you’re helping people, you still gotta eat shit,” Oz said, trying to be funny. He should’ve said that to you, not her. They were both walking ahead of you now, completely ignoring your presence. Of course, he showered her with his attention, just like everyone else.

“Better than some jobs, though.” He handed your sister a cigarette—a very bad habit you hated. You always told her she looked like a man. Ugh.

“Like what—” she glanced over at you and shook her head in your direction. “—driving this princess around?” She had that all-knowing smirk on her lips; this was her payback for your smart mouth when arriving here.

Oz’s smile fell. “Oh, that’s not— you know what I mean.” Serves him right for kissing her ass.

“She’s messing with you,” you interrupted. “We know it’s a shitty job.” He better not think it is.

“You deserve better; I mean, we both do, but you have a dick, so at least you're eligible for a promotion.” He laughed at that. Your heart skipped a bit at the sound of his laughter. The few times you made him laugh were rare, and here she was, after not being around him for months, making him laugh. Why did she have to steal the show every time? He was yours; she had her own people to make laugh.

“I’ll get the car; you did good,” he said as he left.

“Thank you,” Sofia responded. After turning around, she let out a little laugh. “Wow, what’s gotten into you?” Okay, maybe you didn’t have the most pleasant expression on; maybe you were sulking a little. Maybe.

“This is the last time I give you a ride.” Now she really started laughing.

“Are you jealous? Well, your secret is safe with me, don’t worry.” She said this while still chuckling to herself. “I like men my age, who walk normally.” She whispered the last part as if it were some great shameful thing. “I see the way he looks at you; everyone does.” She winked.

What? Oz was your driver and your father's employee. Maybe sometimes you liked to pretend he was some rich older man, powerful like your dad—someone people respected when you walked together in any luxury store or when you ate together at any fancy restaurant in which he wasn’t supposed to eat, like, at all, when he was with you. But you weren’t going to walk in there and eat all by yourself, were you? That’s why you always had him by your side, and you didn’t call any of your “friends” to go with you.

You put your head down at that comment, cheeks red with embarrassment, and practically sprinted to the open door Oswald had waiting for you. You knew he was staring at you, expecting a smile and a “thank you.” You didn’t say anything.

You heard someone call after your sister, but you didn’t care; you just wanted to get home—like, now.

The road home was quiet, allowing you to think about what your sister said. Did you have a crush on Oz? You wanted to make him smile and laugh. Sometimes your eyes would linger on his big hands on the steering wheel, how he was an expert driver, how his hands would move as if caressing something—like a leg, maybe your leg. Maybe he would take his hands further up.

Okay, that’s enough. You could feel the tips of your ears flashing red and that familiar ache in your belly. Those thoughts were for later. With excitement coursing through your body, you swallowed a smile.

That night, at the family dinner, you let Sofia speak about the organization and how today was for her. Your eyes traveled up the walls to the big painting staring at you; they looked beautiful—the family, with Alberto’s and Sofia’s mom and Carmine. They really did. Carmine was engaged to your mom after Isabella’s death, but she passed away before they could marry, and you were only a few months old. Questions about the woman who gave birth to you were quickly dismissed and, to add insult to injury, redirected towards those living. You knew she was gorgeous, smart, and witty—that made you smile, just like you were.

After eating a bit of food, you asked to be excused, and your father swiftly granted it. He loved the fact that you didn’t linger for too long or ask any important questions.

The next day, you and Oz went to a jewelry store; after that, you bought some dresses. This time, however, he stayed in the car. You knew he was wondering if he had screwed up with something. I mean, yesterday he had two Falcones to deal with. You bought this gorgeous red satin dress; it was simple but elegant.

It embraced your curves so nicely, and even if you weren’t going to be allowed to wear it, the slit on the side might make your dad as red as the dress with fury. You still liked to envision it. Oh well.

The ride home was unusually quiet. Almost always it was filled with Oz’s voice or your laughter; now, only the occasional sound of the blinker was heard.

“I’m sorry if I did or said something to upset you, Miss Falcone. It wasn’t my intention.” That rough voice of his interrupted—usually, he called you by your name, but now it was replaced with the courteous nature of a regular staff member.

The truth is, you and Oz weren’t ever going to be together. It sounds crazy even thinking about it. This was a juvenile crush based on familiarity. He was just a driver; this was probably the highest-ranking position he would ever have. Now you could either be the laughing stock of the family, or you could get over it.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m just not feeling well, that’s all, Oswald. Nothing you can do about it.” You refused to meet his eyes, and you knew he wanted to say something like “hey, look at me,” like he usually did when you were upset. The mention of his full name stopped him.

“I wanted to tell you that tomorrow night I will be unavailable from 4 PM to 7 PM; your sister has requested me.”

[g4yforethan]

anything

pairing: mike schmidt x male!reader

summary: reader ends up working the late shift with mike and catch feelings for each other

warnings: cursing, top!mike, bottom!reader

a/n: i honestly loved the fnaf movie and josh hutcherson is sooo cuteee istg

“do you want the job or not?” your employer asked you as you sat in his office. this job was your only hope since you had some troubles with your previous jobs and getting fired from every single one for always showing up late. "i mean what do i even have to do?" you were confused. he was offering you a job at an abandoned pizzeria and when you looked it up, it looked like an evil chuck e cheese. he explained the job and you decided to take it. "would i be working by myself?" you asked him. "no no of course not. you're gonna have a buddy to work with. name is mike schmidt. ran into a little trouble but seems like a nice guy." you agreed and got ready for the job.

you arrived at the pizzeria at around 9 pm and saw another car parked and went inside. as you went inside, you saw the whole place truly was abandoned as all the lights were off and the main stage that featured the animatronics was filled with dust and spider-webs. when you went into the security room, you heard a scream as you went in. "AHH JESUS CHRIST." "oh my god i'm so sorry. i guess they didn't tell you you were gonna have a partner huh?" the look on his face said that he didn't know. the both of you laughed it off and started to get to know each other.

“haha so you’ve been seeing anyone lately?” mike asked you. you were taken back by what he said but answered his question. “uhh no i haven’t found the time to do any of that you know.” he nodded his head and started to get closer to you. “well i think a guy as cute as you should already have a boyfriend.” you blushed and turned away so he wouldn’t see but he grabbed your face and looked straight into your eyes. “i’m being serious.” he said to you as you both kept eye contact with each other. he licked his lips and went in for a kiss on your lips.

the two of you began smothering each other with kisses as he grabbed ahold of your face and you grabbed his back. he moaned as you bit on his lip."i'm sorry." you said as you paused to look at him. "don't. i liked it." you smiled and continued kissing each other as he placed you on his desk and removed all the papers that were on it and laid you on your back. he started to take his shirt off as did you and proceeded to give you several hickies on your neck and chest. you moaned as he started playing with your nipples and rubbed them to elevate you. "i wanna fuck you so bad right now." "then do it already." you told him as he quickly understood you and unzipped his pants and you did as well.

he pulled out his long, thick cock and quickly inserted it into your mouth. you began sucking on his dick for a few minutes as he grabbed your hair and shoved it down your throat. you continued sucking before he pulled out. "fuck i was gonna cum. turn around baby boy." you did as he said and turned around and positioned yourself with your ass facing towards him. he started going down and licking your hole and leaving marks on your ass. your moans seemed to turn him on even more as he started digging his fingers inside your hole. you begged him to fuck you already and he listened.

he went in slowly scratching your back and leaving marks all over. he went at an angle that had you hooked and he knew this. he started going at a medium pace, this time grabbing ahold of your waist. he went even deeper digging into your hole as your moans filled the room. he started going even faster and started pulling your hair back with his hands making sure you wouldn’t pull out. “fuck. fuck im gonna cum.” he came inside of you filling your hole with his warm, thick cum. afterwards, the both of you put back your clothes on and laid next to each other on the ground. “you know we should get back to work in case anything goes wrong.” you tell him as mike slowly starts to doze off. “mhm after a quick nap.” he pulls you in and gives you a kiss on your lips and neck before the both of you fall asleep.

[rosemary03]

sex therapy with Aizen

Masterlist ;3 | tags: @stygianoir |

Note: This is a bit explicit and long, it took me a long time to do it but I liked it haha, enjoy and read the warnings (maybe there are many misspellings and it is not well understood, sorry for that)

──♡ warnings: nsfw +18 rough sex | double penetration | hair pulling | face, pussy and ass slapping | vaginal fingering | vaginal sex | orgasm denial | clothed sex | patient/therapist relationship | infidelity (it's just aizen's hypnosis) | manipulation | use of sir / miss | hypnosis | overstimulation | oral sex | aizen loves the reader but also enjoys playing with his mind.

It was the first time that you would go to see your therapist, you talked a little with him on the networks to confirm the time of your session but it was not much, he had many good reviews on his page and you needed to relieve your stress in some way, maybe to give you some other advice, so you decided to go.

You were walking through the streets when suddenly your phone rang, you quickly took it out of your bag and… Surprise! He was your boyfriend, so you responded immediately.

"Hello! I just wanted to know how you were and if you had arrived yet" says your boyfriend from the other phone line

"I'm fine, I'll be there soon, I hope everything goes well hehe" you answered as you continued walking, you had a strange feeling, was this really happening?

"Well, in that case I wish you luck, I also wanted to let you know that I'm going out with some friends, so you don't have to worry"

"...Oh, have fun, and uhm...I'm here, so I'll call you later, bye!" you hung up the phone and put it away, then you looked at the big building in front of you, it was definitely the building in the photo your therapist sent you, so you went inside.

Everything was so clean and spacious, a combination of black and white, something modern but elegant at the same time.

There weren't as many people as you thought, just a few sitting waiting to be called for their session with other therapists.

Talk to the receptionist and she gave you directions, go up to the third floor and in room 24 they are waiting for you!

You went up and knocked on the door as indicated, a tall dark-haired man attended you, he told you "I was waiting for you, feel comfortable"

It was a spacious room, as expected, there are some big black armchairs, a desk and a coffee table.

"You are (name) right?" asked the man

"Yep! It's me, and you're Mr. Aizen?"

He nodded with a soft smile and made you sit in the chair across from his desk.

"Okay, let me ask you a few questions first, Miss (name)," Aizen said, his glasses glinting in the light from the computer in front of him.

"yes of course"

"perfect" he smiled kindly at you again, on the one hand you felt good with him, it had barely started but you liked it, again you felt that strange sensation, but hey, it's just your imagination right? I had never been here before.

♡...

You lost track of time, you don't know how many hours passed but what you did know was that mr. Aizen started with subtle questions, like what do you normally do, who are you currently dating, how did your morning start, and that sort of thing.

"So you're telling me you can't cum?" says the man with glasses in front of you.

“Um?! That ? I…” How did he know that? Were you sure you never mentioned it, also how did they come to that? You asked yourself.

"Hmm?"

"What do you mean...?" you asked a little embarrassed, maybe you were getting confused.

"Oh? What do I mean? Isn't that obvious? This is sex therapy miss (name), obviously I mean you can't cum during sex right?"

“Sex therapy…? I didn't come for-"

"Answer my question" Aizen says with a firm voice.

“…That's right, I can't… Uhm but, I think im in the wrong room, I didn't come to do sex therapy mr. aizen" you say as you get up from your chair

"Hmm? No?, you're on my patient list, I thought I'd made clear the type of work I specialize in, miss” aizen stands up and walks towards you, his footsteps light on the ceramic.

"Let me solve this problem, that's why you came here right princess?" he speaks again, now he is close to you, his gentle smile is still on his face, his size makes you feel so small and his words have an effect on you, his firm voice and the way he looks at you makes you want to submit to him.

He took his hand to your neck, squeezing it slightly, your cheeks burned from the closeness and his actions.

“W-what are you doing sir!? "You screamed in embarrassment, you felt how his hand went up to your jaw, caressing it, with his thumb he reached your lips, gently crushing them.

"my job"

"But I don't-" your words were interrupted by the strong slap that Aizen gave you on the cheek, you got scared but you liked that feeling of power that your therapist had over you...

“I didn't give you permission to speak miss (name), I expect you to follow my instructions so that I can do my job well, okay? ” he said between laughs, he was having fun.

“uh…okay” you said as you caressed your cheek that was burning from the slap.

Aizen smiled at you and walked towards the black and shiny couch that was in the living room, the man took off the white coat of his work uniform, leaving it on one side of the couch, then he sat down with his legs apart, his thighs pressed against his pants. white, then he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt allowing you to see his forearms, he took off his glasses and pulled his hair back, letting a lock fall on his forehead.

He looked so hot he was so big and he knew how to be in control you loved him but it was wrong right? You shouldn't feel this way when you see your therapist when they just want to help you have a good time.

"come sit down dear"

You obediently walk over to the couch, but as you're about to sit down, Aizen grabs your wrist.

"Here" he says as he points his index finger at his legs, he wanted you to sit on his lap.

"But I shouldn't…" you reply thinking of your boyfriend.

"mmm? It's okay, do it, after all this is a therapy session" Aizen pulls your wrist and you are forced to sit on his lap, from behind the man begins to caress your thighs, and with the other hand He grabs your chest and pulls you towards him, now your back is pressed against Aizen's chest.

"Well, that's baby" now the hand that was on your chest goes down to your abdomen, leaving caresses and provoking you.

His breath tickles your ear "so don't be so shy, I'm going to touch you and tell me if you like it"

"That... is necessary, Mr. Aizen? ”

"Of course, otherwise how will I know why you can't cum?" You looked back and Aizen quickly caught your lips in a careless and messy kiss, his hand grabs your hair and pulls your head towards him to keep you still, you let out a moan but it was muffled by Aizen's tongue abusing yours .

After leaving you breathless he released you from the kiss, their tongues moving away with a thread of saliva pulling them.

“Okay, now that we've started… I want you to call me sosuke, okay (name)? ”

Your breathing was agitated, your face was red from the heat and the shame you felt to be doing something so intimate with a man you barely knew.

"Okay... Sosuke"

“That's it, now I want to see you, okay? Aizen said as he separated your thighs, you quickly stopped his hands, you didn't want him to see your panties wet from the arousal of your pussy, you didn't want him to know that he was the reason for your lewdness.

"What's going on? Don't worry about a thing, I'll take care of everything (name)" Saying that, he manages to part your thighs now open for him, enjoying the sight of your clothed pussy before slapping his hand to Seeing your reaction, you let out a cry and jump onto his lap, hardly noticing his hard cock under your ass.

“How cute, did you like that? ”

Shit, of course you liked it, you were elated, you knew he only said it to annoy you.

"Answer me," Aizen said, slapping your clothed cunt.

"Yes, I like it!" you respond agitated

Satisfied with your answer, Aizen pulls your panties aside, exposing your pussy, his finger caresses your wet folds from top to bottom, and with his thumb he presses on your clit, circling it.

Damn he was too good at this, you love the way he masturbates your pussy, sighs and moans come out of your mouth, Aizen likes those sounds, he wants to fuck you unconscious but he likes to take his time, he He knows what you like and he's going to take advantage of it.

"You told me before that you have a partner, in that case I need to know if he does this" says Aizen reminding you that you have a boyfriend that you supposedly love.

"Oh!" again you stop his hand, you shouldn't be doing this, you tell yourself.

"Mmm... I need you to answer... And I also need you to be obedient (name), let me do my job.

"We can not..."

Aizen didn't give a shit if you could or not, he knew you wanted him to keep touching you until he finished fucking you like you both want.

His lips settled on your neck, biting and kissing the sensitive part of it, provoking you again, he was encouraging you to continue.

"Answer my question (name) does your boyfriend do this? I want to know if it makes you feel as good as I do"

I completely ignore your words, but you can't deny that Aizen made you feel better.

After so much silence, youresponds, “No, he don't, Mr. Aizen" you feel that he smiles on your neck, although he asked you to call him by his name, you insist on calling him sir as a sign of his power over you.

Aizen looks down, admiring the glistening wetness of your juices on his fingers.

"Get up," he demands, to which you obediently rise from his lap, looking up at Aizen's flushed and slightly sweaty face, your gaze lowers to the large bulge in his white pants, then Aizen's hands drop to his belt. unbuttoning it and exposing a portion of his boxers, your legs begin to tremble just at the enticing sight.

"get it out"

"Uhm? "

“My dick, get my dick out of my boxers, like that or more specific (name)? He says mocking your feigned innocence.

Embarrassed, you sit on his thighs, releasing his hard cock, to which Aizen lets out a small sigh.

He was also enjoying this and it shows by the way he talks to you, teases you and by the pre-cum that lubricates the tip of his cock.

You don't know exactly what happened next, but what you do know is that your breasts are bouncing on your therapist's face from the strong thrusts he's giving you from below, even though you're the one on top he's in control of your movements.

"that is! So good…” Aizen says complimenting you, his hands traveling up your thighs to your butt inserting a finger into your second hole, you moan from the sudden stimulation.

Now he's licking your nipples, leaving visible bites and hickeys, you feel overstimulated, double penetration and Aizen's tongue do their job very well!

"Sosuke don't stop!" You scream feeling how your legs shake with pleasure, you are about to cum, obviously Aizen noticed this, but you weren't very obedient to him, you didn't let him do his job before, so he really doesn't think you deserve to cum now .

So with one last strong thrust he stays still under you before you can cum, you feel your wet and sticky sexes from the juices of both.

"sosuke..." you complain

"Mmm..." Aizen grabs you by the hips and pushes you to the side of the couch, now you're stretched out face down on it.

You can barely respond to his actions when you feel two strong slaps on your butt, you moan from the burning sensation that remains on your buttocks, Aizen raises your hips leaving your butt in the air, with his fingers he opens your lips and plays with your pussy before eat you from behind.

His hands grip the fat of your butt as he sticks a finger inside your pussy, you could hear your juices splash every time his tongue sucked on your clit, you were sure your moans could be heard even in the next room but The ecstasy of the moment mattered more to you than they're going to hear you fucking your therapist.

Aizen releases your pussy with a "pop" and slaps you one last time. "That was good," he says as he stands up and guides the hilt of his cock towards your entrance.

A loud moan escapes your throat as Sosuke inserts his cock, you hear a loud "uughh" from Aizen.

He began to ram you mercilessly from behind, you felt full, wet and overstimulated, it was the punishment you deserved for your disobedience.

"Sosuke that's too much! Your screams and moans were of no use as Aizen grabbed your arms by the wrists and pinned them against your back.

Aizen's rhythm was relentless, your eyes filled with tears, there was a mixture of pleasure and pain that accumulated with each brute thrust he receives, from the screams, moans and the reaction of your body Aizen knew that all the accumulated pleasure was about to break.

Then they increased their speed even more, the noises that come out of your mouth make him smile dangerously, wanting to fuck you until he fills you with all his semen.

Despite everything you loved the way he was fucking you, his last thrust brought you to orgasm, squeezing his cock and squirting on it Aizen slowed down a bit, admiring his work of art, you, wet, messy and made a mess, but it was still missing, now it was his turn to cum and the sight only tempted him more to cum inside you.

"That's delicious! So cute and just for me" he says resuming the rhythm from before, letting go of your arms and grabbing your hips, you feel that he is about to cum too from the hard moans he's releasing, you feel your entrance aching with each push, his cock tenses inside your spongy walls, with one last thrust and an "Uurgghh" he releases strings of semen inside you, their sexes are sticky with the semen of both and that feels so good.

Aizen leans back watching his cum spurt out of your pussy, what a nice sight, he thinks, then wipes himself a bit and pulls up his pants, fixing himself before ending his session.

Looking at his watch, he sees that his therapy hour is over "fine, we've finished today's session... see you next week" and make sure you get home with my sperm inside miss (name)" he gets up and goes back to desk, you're so exhausted you can barely get up and your eyes are heavy.

♡...

You get up from your bed sore, you don't know exactly what happened but you notice the marks on your skin as soon as you look in the mirror, unfortunately the doorbell of your apartment rings and you have to go see who it is.

So you open the door and well, it was just your friend sosuke,

"I hope you don't mind that has come so late" he tells you with a tender smile, you quickly let him in and within the inside the conversation that you have while having dinner together Aizen asks "so how did your first therapy session go?" ? ”

You choked on your food, you skipped your session with Mr. Urahara because you fell asleep all afternoon!

When she catches her breath, she answers that you couldn't go because you fell asleep, maybe you were so tired that you slept too much

"Oh I see! That's bad, maybe I should be your therapist dear? "responds your friend sosuke between laughs

"Wow... Even if you don't believe it, I dreamed that you were" you say embarrassed

“So should I see you for the next session? ”

── ♡ sorry mr. urahara but the therapist aizen arrived first 😽

[multiplicity-positivity]

i don't even know if you guys are okay with this kind of ask, but im in a rough spot and any input or positivity would be delightful

cw for questioning? i don't know if i need to say that but i am haha. self fake claiming too

so uh. around a year or two ago was when I started learning about DID and OSDD. at that time, i felt like it explained a lot. like a lot a lot. the memory loss, the disassociation, the fluid identity feeling, the lack of memories before i was 13, among other things. i was really close to the host of a system I've known for years, and i was trying to figure things out. then i just lose the time, and suddenly, it's not 2021 anymore, it's 2023.

i do not have the resources to seek professional help, or i would. so I'm trying to research more. but the more i look, the more things get confusing.

for example: some people say you MUST be able to see an innerworld and hear your alters, and others say you don't. ive heard very little (that i don't even know if it was real), and can't see shit.

i know i have a lot of symptoms of DID, but i feel like even saying i could have it makes me look like im trying to latch onto a trend (which im not.)

i dunno. some people i know have said they think i have DID, but others say it's just Bipolar Disorder. it's not great and i just wish i understood everything happening

hey, sorry you’re going through a rough time trying to figure this out :(

for what it’s worth, no, you don’t need a visual inner world in order to have did. here’s the requirements (as we understand them, paraphrased from the dsm)

1. two or more distinct personality states

2. amnesia surrounding trauma, important information, or every day life events

3. symptoms that cause you to have significant distress or impairment

4. with symptoms not able to be attributed to spiritual belief/practice or

5. the effects of a substance (like drugs or alcohol)

that’s the official criteria in the dsm. here’s a link to the icd criteria - it’s a bit more complicated but there’s still no requirement of having an inner world.

if you’re a host, anp (apparently normal part), or main fronter of your system, it’s likely you won’t be able to have access to the inner world, other headmates, or many of your system’s memories at first. did works by hiding, masking, and disguising trauma, and it does this in a few different ways. one major way is by keeping those who handle day-to-day life separate from those who hold traumatic memories that otherwise would be too much to handle. in fact, it works so well as a covert disorder, many people don’t realize they have a dissociative disorder until well into adulthood, if they ever learn about it at all. so not having access to an inner world, other headmates, or certain memories is definitely normal, especially early on in the recovery process.

i understand you don’t have resources to seek professional help. here’s some free resources that may help you if you’re going to attempt self-diagnosis. we’re advocates of self-diagnosis (not everyone can afford quality mental healthcare), but it’s important to make sure you’re doing proper research.

truly we cannot recommend enough getting therapy to help with this. dissociative disorders are complex, and it can be incredibly difficult to try and navigate recovery on your own. if you tell us your country (you’re welcome to dm us) we can try to help you find affordable, state-funded, or otherwise non-profit therapy organizations in your area.

also, “self fake claiming” is a very common experience in did systems. some parts may want to deny the system’s existence as a means of protection from others, some do it to reasonably deny trauma, some do it because they’re afraid of what having a dissociative disorder might mean for them, some do it because dissociative disorders today remain heavily stigmatized. we’ve been officially diagnosed for around 6 months (after questioning for years), and we still have parts who adamantly deny that we’re a system at all. we understand this will change with time as we continue to grow, heal, and build trust and communication with each other.

sorry if this response was a bit fragmented or all over the place. we’re not trying to diagnose you here. we just want to provide you with some tools to continue your research along with dispel some worries or concerns you may have. hopefully this was able to help a little bit - best of luck to you!

🐢 kip and 💫 parker

[skinnyravs]

Being mis-understood.

Do you ever get the feeling that people just Mis Understand you?

Like, you make a joke and they give you that vibe like: man you are an idiot. Or the times when you say something, and the reaction you get is someone if offended.

Well; I can tel you this happens to me. A lot. Why? I have no clue. I wonder if it has something to do with the different era I grew up in, or just the type of people i used to interact with that are either similar to me or different. But their different still made it easier to mingle.

I know, that I am not the most social person, ever. Like it is a struggle. I am just naturally very shy, very timied and very sometimes I guess you can cal it...off?

I have always seen myself as the silent, observant type that takes it all in and makes up her own mind. Yes sure I may judge but that's because I can only go off what I see. me and talking and being social is not a thing. So its quite a crappy thing that other poeple can do that easily and I'm stuck in the whole eh i dont wanna be social at all. Perhaps this is a bad thing but maybe it isn't.

Not everyone is going to be the social type. Some of us, like me just wanna do stuff and not talk to much and enjoy. Maybe that is why i seem like such a recluse or perhaps come off as being a little arrogant. Trust me, it is not on purpose. I reckon it is simply a personality trait.

Another thing I make very clear ot people is that, I am not going withstand bullshit. From anyone. There was a time, growing up I just ignored shit be it in school and even sometimes work. I would just be like eh whatever. But over the years I could see that a lot of people took advantage of that and I jsut had enough. Eventually, when you work in a medical feidl you come across some ass holes,a nd there are two things happen. - Either stand up for yourself or - let them continue to talk down to you.

Eventually i wasn't having that ad I started to bite back. Sometimes maybe more then I could chew, but I certainly think that was a big thing for me. I didn't want to take a back seat. Sometimes, I think I had always been wanting to just tell people where to go.

My family's history (and it is not a nice one by the way) is what also led me to just be a total bitch sometimes. And if you knew the whole story you might get an idea why sometimes I am.

It is fair to say I am a big believer in standing up and saying what I think. I can be wrong or right it doesn't matter if you are wrong. Sure, the flip side of it, is if you don't like something don't say it. I do also believe that too. But there will be certain situations where; you know what, say it don't hold back. LOL, funny how that is the title of the whole blog as a whole. DON't HOLD BACK. And I mean that.

Just because I ask someone not to do something should not be immediately taken as: Oh she is trying to control me.If I am telling you I do not like what you are doing its because I don't like it and think its inappropriate. How that can be seen as control .makes no sense. There is quite a big difference between: Please don't do this I don't appreciate it. isn't that being polite and not control?

I'm finding this hard to explain; but recent events came up and I have asked for stuff to be stopped. I jsut don't like it and yet it is still being down. For me it is like a total lack of respect for a request. Apparently Im not allowed to do that, because people are saying I'm being rude, controlling and giving htem order. haha...um...what?

If someone came up to me and said: Don't write this and post is. I will ask why amd if they gave me a good reason Id be like: ook i understand your view here but please understand that this needs to be said. And they can either go: oh all right that's ok you explained it that's if ein. Or they could be a total ass hole and say: your an idiot just shut up and move on.

I'm so tired, of everything I say, or do is always being taken the wrong way. Makes me sad that I can never truely be myself anymore and this it just leads to a lot of frustration, anger and disappointment. I, just wanna be able to be myself again. Like I used to be. I lost that along th way because nobody seems to try and understand my point of view anymore. Yet i seem to be the only one trying to work shit out.

It sucks.

[alinasteelcrest]

⚾ baseball,👖jeans, 👪 family, and 🌠shooting star for whichever character(s) you want to do answers for :^)

ty i owe u my life

(OC Emoji Asks)

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

I guess the answer is no, she can't play sports? The only athletic activity Alina's good at is riding horses, and this does not apply to any horses that aren't hers (or aren't, like, specifically trained to have all sorts of people riding them.)

Is racing a sport? Shoji can do that.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

Alina's always in some bigass comfy sweater and leggings!!! She's cozy-maxxing (idk what that means im sorry)

If it's hot out she'll go for something more suitable, shorts or a skirt + a band t-shirt that she cropped herself ^-^

This past winter/spring, I've been especially fond of this fit

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

*stares at this question stares at this question stares at this question stares at thi*

Alina's family... is distant from one another. kind of.

It's her mom. Her mom is distant.

She loves her parents sooo so so much, and they love her, too! But her mom didn't want to become a mother so early, and that put a strain on their relationship when Alina was really young. So... Alina's always kind of had her mother on this pedestal? Like she's unreachable, and all she can do is look up to her.

Her relationship with her father is better. She's a daddy's girl and he's well-meaning but kind of a flop. Work > family kind of guy, but always happy to see her/hear from her.

He's the reason she visited Jorvik in the first place, and the, um, the happenings on the island put a huge wall of distance between them. She's too preoccupied with the end of the world, and they never really understood each other very well anyway, so...

She has her horses, though, and they're family, too.

Shoji's family is. haha.

He had a mother, once, but he was super wild as a colt, so when she ended up having his little brother, the stable owner decided to separate them to keep the new baby safe from his Antics.

Shoji was kind of young when it happened, like early-teens-equivalent maybe? so he didn't totally understand why he wasn't allowed to see them anymore, and he kind of blamed his mom for that even though she's not a starbreed and has no control over that stuff? 😭

When Alina ended up buying him, they actually discovered that his little brother was soul-partners with one of Alina's new friends! But Shoji was bitter about his childhood (among other things) so he refused to make any positive connection with him, and by the time he stopped being so mean, his brother wanted nothing to do with him. And then life happened, and now Shoji Hates Him.

On a lighter note, Alina also found his older half-brother, Slade, and purchased him to join them on Jorvik. He's just a horse, but he's also one of Shoji's best friends, so that's nice. And Shoji also has a horsie wife! And a newborn child! And a dog!

Wynn's family got Garnok'd :)

(It's okay, though, because now he has Alina and his adoptive mom and his new baby sibling 😭😭)

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

Alina's spent some time thinking about this. She'd have to write up a whole contract to make sure everything goes her way if she ever got the opportunity to actually get a wish like this.

In kind-of simple words, she would wish for Pandoria to be safe, but she doesn't want Earth to be stuck with Garnok and the Dark riders either, anymore.

So basically, her home and Wynn's, with no more world-ending problems to face, so he can be raised in Pandoria, where he belongs, and she doesn't have to worry about risking everyone who lives on Earth.

And can she please develop some kind of immunity to Pandoria, while whoever's-granting-this-wish is at it? Because going to that place constantly is kind of wearing on her.

[ghostsdraw]

little story that’s been playing in my silly little brain, im not a writer nor do i express myself well in writing, but i wanna get this out of my brain :)

Edit: holy shit ok maybe little story was an understatement haha. read at your own risk

Part 1

There were many women serving this man, this god. No one questioned him, they did as he pleased without hesitation. After all, their payment for taking care of him was youth. He somehow was able to keep all of his faithful women young and beautiful. In exchange they cooked his food, cleaned his palace, came at his every beck and call.

He was very sweet in the beginning, never asked more than he needed, said all he wanted was beautiful women to dote on him and a kingdom of loyal subjects. But over the centuries and as more women filtered in and out of the palace, he became bitter and cold. Demanded more than just time from the women. He wanted pleasure.

This went on, he’d call a lady to come to his quarters, sometimes multiple at a time, and they’d spent some “quality time” together. They were fine with it at first. He was kind and gentle, and they were happy to service a god, their god. But again, the longer it went on, the more forceful he became. It’s almost like he was trying to accomplish something. The man was by no means impotent, so the women could not understand why. What does he have to attain? What could such a powerful man want that he could not have?

He understood. He new the truth. He was a false god. This power was not his, nor the man that had it before him. Despite the gifts that it had bestowed him when he attained them, it was eating at him, and he was ever so slowly, ever so painfully, dying.

He realized he never accomplished anything in his long lifetime. His goals of being a kind ruler to his family and people was unfulfilled. All he had gotten from his godly powers was an old castle and a few dozen women living at his feet.

This thought slowly rotted at his mind. Desperately using these women to create an heir for his failed kingdom. A child would fix this, he would gain my power and complete my failed goals and I would no longer be a failure of a king. He thought.

But what he had come to realize was even more infuriating. The women, who he’d bestowed eternal youth a beauty, were barren. Unable to conceive.

He was in luck however. A young woman, no older than twenty-three years of age had joined his harem not too long ago. He’d usually wait for the women to turn twenty-five before giving them eternal life, as he found that they were at their full “ripeness” at the age. So this woman, River, was still mortal. Still able to conceive.

He didn’t know much about who she was or her origins, as every one of them had their reasons for serving him and he did not care to know what hers were. All he wanted was a wife, a queen even, he’d even settle for just a womb for him to use if it needed to come to that.

He was kind to her, fained interest, made sure she didn’t have to do as many tasks as the other women did. His new fantasy required a loving wife, after all. 

He’d stopped abusing the other women completely. River was received with gratitude from them. They’d tell her about all the awful things he did to them, even took from them. And River being the sensible woman that she was, believed every word.

River was cautious around the god, never truly trusted him. She had had a proper eduction growing up, her father being a well known professor and librarian in her village. She had a big interest in history, which is why after she was orphaned at the age of 17, she began travelling towards this “god” that’s lived for supposedly centuries.

When walking the grounds with this man, she’d cleverly ask him questions of his life, the things he’d seen throughout his long lifetime.

[ningtyasfi]

#2 journey in tumblr.

typing this on 10.25 p.m. with my eyes gotta fall asleep as soon as possible.

i must remember that i have my vow to write down my daily activities in this medium.

i opened my day as usual, wake up lately at 7 a.m, and fell asleep again until 8 a.m. idk since when this keep be my one of bad habits.

i've ever heard about quote, said we should, at least, reduce the bad habit you did yesterday for your tomorrow. i always regeret it, but effortlessly, it repeated, become my regular routine. can this bad behaviour stop and get out from my life forever?

ow, three of sentence above were begun by letter "i" 🤣

because of one mistake i made in the morning, all of activities surely moved on the wrong time. finally i can finish the house chore on 10 a.m, and be well prepared on 11 a.m. actually i have an appointment with Dhila to help her with her research, but yeah fortunately, even i came late, there was no laboratory asisstant to keep the lab, so we delay the activities by did my organization stuff. i forget what i've done at that time. dhila gave me vanilla milk, yummy! thanks a lot <3

finally, at 1 p.m, we measure some medium chemical components on the chemical stocks room. there was a pregant cat sneaked into the room. i was worried about the cat, because the room contains and smelled chemical components that may causing a trouble to exhale-inhale process (im very very forget about the english of this activity). fortunately the cat comfortly lied on my thigh.

the measuring take times for 1 hour. so many components were measured. i hope dhila can well overcome her research, and hope Allah give my friends who still do research, Dhila and Dwi, easiness and blessings.

i planned to give lecture for my private students in kakap. but when i arrived to their house, the neighbour said they just go together with car. so i decided to comeback home safely alhamdulillah.

time to go home. this place gives me mixed feelings. here i feel comfort, here i feel energized, here i feel miserable, here i feel more productive, and here too i feel more lazy.

why the 'lazy' things happen, even in my home? is it because everything are easy to access? um, no, i have trouble in my internet access, esp on my laptop. what else? or.. maybe this place is my safe zone, so i can effortlessly accessed the unporductive stuff, handphone is the main villain, so do the laptops with no limited access for any websites. omg, do my future has at least chance to be better? yes of course!

yesterday, after i write my first blog, i printed words that groupped the sticky notes in front of my office desk to be more organized. omg that office lol. today i feel the phsycological effect after applied that method. i can feel triggered to do the "to do list" and "delayed" section. wow, can someone described this effect in phsycological way? i wanna know badly. yet i still cant overcome the "time table" section. is the writings too little, make me cant focus on it? yeah it can be the one of reason too. i will change the concept.

okay, i gotta back to my todays stuffs. i got my ordered book by Quranreview, there are Tadabbur Quran and Daily journal. but surprisingly i got the Daily journal twice, first i got it yesterday, and today i got it again chuakss. soo, i asked the admin of the sender, and i was asked to give it back lol. fortunately, they asked me to pay it with cod, saving my costs haha.

night begin. i opened my twitter. i found one of my following tweets, he shared some blogs on Medium, about self development. His words are beautifully said and well understood. even it is all in english. in his first blog, it's about use your 1 hour-3 hours a day wisely for achieving or learning something new. we are human beings are given the same amount of time, 24 hours. 16 hours we spent for 8-hours sleep, and 8-hour work. and the remaining time usually we use it for doing unproductive activities such as scrolling through tiktok (i've deleted it due to randomized algorithm that harms my precious time😪), instagram (this apps drags me into love-hate relationship, sometimes it can be act as tiktok-ends with uninstall it, but here i can share something useful with picture in it, as you know, me being as visual learner likes it soo much), twitter (alhamdulillah i am born to be bored of something that cant give me feedback, twitter nowadays just shows me about "is it true" and some validations of everyone, i cant hold it, so i rarely opens it recently), and any social media. in my cases, whats wrong about my life? i think it's more caused by binge watching for korean dramas. i cant hold it huhu. it is very dangerous poison man.

never get a sip if you dont want your precious time will be robbed by that korean drama things😭

this will be remembred because you know, i have spent my 3 days for finishing 24 eps of a korean drama😫. i regreted it so much yet i cant take my eyes off from it... yeah... i said it before

korean drama is poison ☠

even i know that, i still watch it today. i watched eulachacha waikiki 2. but fortunately (count this words on this blog plis) i got my sanity back haha. thanks to my new invention in front of my office desk lololol, i can spit out the poison jajajaja.

is it the blog going to the end? no.

i have one regretful things today.

it is.... related to the third blog of the writer that i talked above. his name is Briandito Priambodo (https://medium.com/the-tiny-wisdom). it is about "why i didnt do it earlier?".

one of the reasons, why we cant do the good things routinely is because we expect the journey has to be perfect, so we prepared it perfectly. do you know the results being perfect on preparing? i've felt that. one day full i design the perfectly journal structure, and it ended with nothing to write, even one word. and i decided to stated that..

being perfectionist for me is a poisonous way to start the change ☠

bruh, i want to post the example of ✨perfect✨ journaling structure that i compile from some vlogger. but sorry i type this on laptop so it'd hard to post. ehe.

yo. it's 11.55. i take too much time on typing this. means that i have interest on writing, isn't it? 😂😂

[paulsmashedpotato]

heeeeello i feel like not too many people are doing prompts these days and i love u for doing them so i was wondering if i could request something with paul? even though u already did hehe with 59,69 and 70 i think? kinda like both him and y/n are drunk at his party in his house and he tells her she can stay for the night or something and perhaps they both confess their looooove for eachother and end up fooling around but CONSCIOUSLY ofc

Aww thank you! I appreciate the asksss!! 👁💋👁

Masterlist

Sober

Pairing: Paul McCartney x reader

Word count: 1.4k

“Paul!” You called, the moment you saw him in the pool of people. He turned around, a huge smile finding its way to his face. “I thought you weren’t goin' to make it!” He said, squeezing past the people to greet you in a hug. “I got stuck in traffic, sorry,” you said sheepishly, hugging him back.

“That’s alright," he smiled, taking your hand. “Come on, let’s sit with the guys."

He guided you through the crowd, the rest of his friends immediately running to you to hug you. “You look lovely," Ringo said, pulling you into a crushing hug. “Thanks, Rich. Not too bad yourself,” you grinned, hugging him back. It was a long hug that it made Paul impatient. “Right, that’s enough," Paul said, lifting Ringo’s arm. “You’re gonna crush her before she even gets to drink.” 

“You know, Ringo, it’s not a good idea to show y/n some affection when Paul’s around," George said lazily as Ringo went back to sit beside him. “Paul will spend the rest of the night glaring at you.”

John laughed with him and you just playfully rolled your eyes at them, seating next to John. 

“Drink?” Paul asked, holding a bottle of vodka and motioning at the glass in front of you. “Sure," you smiled. He smiled back before pouring you a drink. He sat down across you, pouring himself a drink as well.

“So y/n, did you find a date yet for your friend’s wedding?” John asked, leaning an arm on the table. “Yeah, I think I’ll go with a mutual friend,” you replied unenthusiastically, taking a sip of your drink. The boys coughed, exchanging glances at each other. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, completely clueless about their weird behaviours. “Nothing... just... don’t you want to go with P — OW!” John yelped, rubbing his shin. “Are you okay?” You asked in concern. “Yeah, I think a dog kicked my shin,” he said through gritted teeth, glaring at Paul. “A what?” You looked under the table to see what he was talking about, there was nothing there, just a bunch of plastic cups.

“There’s nothing here, I think you just hit it on the table’s leg,” you said, sitting up straight and pouring yourself another glass. “Do you think it’ll bruise?”

“Wait," you said, getting up. “Where are you going?” Paul asked, rushing next to you since you were already a bit tipsy from all you’ve drank. “I’ll go get another bottle, s’empty,” you said, pointing at the bottle. 

“Don’t worry about him, he’s fine,” Paul said, smiling at you. “So, tell us about this wedding, when is it?” He asked, leaning forward on the table as if waiting for you to start telling him the greatest story there is.

You started talking about it, your friend, the venue, the food, everything that you could possibly talk about related to the event until the conversation jumped into another topic which you don’t even remember how it happened but you seemed to be getting more and more drunk the longer you were talking. 

“You’re going to get shitfaced," he said, letting you sit on the stool. “That’s alright,” you said, grabbing it from him again. He sighed, sitting beside you and filling both your glasses halfway. You started talking about random stuffs, completely forgetting about going back to the other three. You didn’t even realize how long you’ve been talking when Ringo walks to you two, interrupting your conversation.

“I’ll go with you,” he said. You only nodded, walking away from the three with Paul.

You looked around the kitchen, your eyes spotting a bottle on the counter. “How about this one?” You asked, showing it to Paul. “Not that, that’s 96% alcohol, Y/n," he said, taking it from you. “But I want it.” 

“Everyone’s left already, I’m gonna go too,” he said, patting Paul’s shoulder. “I’ll see you,” he said, ruffling your hair before walking out. You both watched him walk out, the sound of the front door locking was the last sound you heard before you two were immersed in silence.

“It’s late," you mumbled to yourself, looking at the wall clock. “Can you stay the night?” Paul asked, you felt a small tug on your stomach for whatever reason. “You can’t drive. Too intoxicated," he added, “I have an extra room, you can sleep in mine.”

“I can sleep in the extra room," you said, mindlessly twirling your glass. “It’s too messy so stay in mine," he insisted, pushing his glass to the middle of the counter to avoid breaking any more glasses.

“Is that fine with you?” You asked. He just nodded, grabbing a glass of water and handing it to you. He walked you to his room after showing you where he’d be sleeping.

“Just... call me when you need something," he said, standing at the door. “I will, thanks, Paul,” you smiled, sitting down on his bed. “Goodnight," you both said. He closed the door, leaving you alone in his dark room. His smell on the bed sheet may have sobered you up a bit. 

“Can’t sleep... Bed’s too big.”

After a few minutes of trying to go to sleep, you let out a loud groan, getting up and walking to the extra room he was sleeping at. You knocked lightly, hoping he wasn’t asleep yet. You slightly opened the door, poking your head in. “Paul?” You called in a whisper. He sat up, the comforter falling to his lap. “Are you okay?” He asked.

"Were you sleeping?" You asked worriedly. He shook his head. "D'you need anything?"

He fell silent, trying to process what you’re trying to say. 

He sat on the bed, leaning on the headboard while you were lying down, just looking at the ceiling. “You’re not tucking in?” You asked, your voice breaking to a whisper. “I’m not yet tired,” he said. You just nodded, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. You faced the other way, staring at the dark wall.

“Do you need me to come over?” He finally asked, you swallowed the lump that you didn’t even know was forming in your throat. “I-is that fine?” You asked, feeling your face heat up a bit.

He smiled, getting up and walking towards you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind as you both walked back to his room. “Can’t stand being without me?” He playfully asked. You only replied with a laugh.

“Can I say something?” You asked. He didn’t say anything so you went on. “I’m confused.”

“About?”

“Us,” you said, the single word making Paul nervous. “I know we’re friends... just friends... but sometimes I kinda hope we’re more than that," you gave a downturned smile. Paul was just looking at your shoulder rise and fall every time you breathed. “Are you drunk?” He asked. 

“No...” You muttered. “I mean, I don’t know. I don’t feel drunk. I feel completely sober.”

He nodded even though you can’t see him. “I always thought you liked John... so I — I never tried to... you know. You looked like you enjoyed his company more and I just feel like you’re talking to me because you’re friends with the other guys I’m also friends with.”

You turned around, looking at him sadly. “How long has that been in your head?” You asked, placing a hand on his. He took your hand, giving it a squeeze. “Not too long ago,” he admitted, finally lying down and facing you.

“I like you," he said, moving closer to you. You smiled, cupping his cheek. “Are you drunk?” You asked, he shook his head with a smile. He placed a hand over yours and slightly moving his head to give it a kiss. “I really, really like you.”

“I want to kiss you.”

He pulled you closer to him, his arm locking you close to his body. You moved your head back a bit to look at him. “How so?” You asked.

He just shrugged, leaning his forehead on yours.

“I don’t see anyone stopping you," you grinned. He smiled, moving even closer, his lips brushed lightly against yours before finally kissing you properly. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, you could perfectly feel his soft lips move in sync with yours until it turned into a passionate, heated make-out, his hands cupping your face. 

He moved on top of you without even breaking the kiss, his elbows propping him up a bit, you wrapped your legs around his waist. “We’re really doing this the first night, huh?” You laughed when you pulled away. “It wouldn’t make a difference when we do it again three weeks from now,” he said, moving to your neck and trailing kisses down to your collar. 

“Wait — you’re not drunk, are you?” He asked, propping himself properly above you. “I’m not,” you sniggered, pulling him back down closer to you. "Good. We're both sober."

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The rest is archived :-* You know how it goes hihi. 

[rainbowpotatocakes21]

I didn’t know I needed a girl to waltz up place a drink in my hand and then lift it to my lips all while keeping eye contact but apparently I did bc it was hot as fuck

[esthxio]

{Burns and Bruises.}

Various!Tokyo revengers x m!reader - Reader pronouns: He/him - MLM fic Fic Genre: Yandere x reader, Angst, NSFW (no sex but implied)

Pairings: TR!Various x M!reader

Warning⚠︎: Yandere behaviour, Stalking, Eaves dropping, Implied non-con, Stockholm syndrome, Kidnapping, Character death, male pregnancy, hints of mental breakdown, hints of manipulation, mention of drugs, use of drugs, miserable reader, mention of murder, murder, violence, abuse, use and mention of blackmail, grammatical errors, unedited, unplanned work, angst, POV changing, etc.

Note!: You have been warned, this work is a yandere fic, if you are easily triggered please click off of this fic now, you are responsible if you are continuing to read this work, I am not responsible if you get triggered because I have warned you beforehand DNI: Fem aligned (she/her, she/they, etc...), genderless blogs. Minors, AGELESS BLOGS

✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ Takemichis POV: Everytime, I and [name] go to meet each other, he always wears a turtle neck, long sleeves and clothes that always hides his skin, a mask, sunglasses- I always wondered why he wears those types of clothing, even on hot days he wears those type of clothing ‎ ‎ ‎

does he not get uncomfortable in those clothes? I would always ask him about it and he would brush it off with a laugh and say he doesn't feel hot, bothered or uncomfortable at all.. ‎ ‎ ‎

I never get why he wears those nor did I get any reason why but as I stare at his arms with a horrified and worried expression... I now know why he wears those outfits.. I didn't mention it to him, I pretended I didn't notice as he panicked when he realized he had his sleeves rolled up ‎ ‎ ‎

I've seen more bruises appear on his body as he starts getting comfortable around me and forgets about his troubles, I trusted him and told him about my power to go back in time and he trusted me about his bruises and the reasons for it ‎ ‎ ‎

He told me he got it from his boyfriends and that he couldn't afford to leave them... it's so.. stupid? idiotic? I dont know how to explain it but it- it's enraging, why can't he leave his boyfriends and why he keeps going back to them after breaking things off with them, it's so frustrating how I can't convince him to leave them, he always refuses to do so with a frightened expression ‎ ‎ ‎

I've had enough, I wanted to know why he can't leave those bastard of so called boyfriends, I asked him if he can meet me at the hideout we used to hangout in when we were kids, he agreed but told me he only had limited time, I understood, he was a very busy man.. taking care of his children while being pregnant? oh man ‎ ‎ ‎✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ Takemichis POV: Time skip ‎ ‎

Here we are, sitting inside the hideout, the hideout was like a small apartment, it had a couch, a small tv, a kitchen, a bathroom, small dining table, etc... ah the memories of us hanging out in this hideout when we were young with our friends- well enough about that ‎ ‎ ‎

"[Name], can I ask you a question?" I interrupted him "Oh yea sure, what's up?" "Why do you... keep going back to those bastards?" "Ahm..haha... who?" "You know your 'boyfriends', they treat you like shit yet you stay with them?" "Takemichi I thought we already talked about this..." "We have but I just- I can't deal with the thought of how Im doing nothing while you get abused! didn't you say your pregnant? so why- WHY are you letting them beat you up?!" ‎ ‎ ‎

[Name] stayed quiet as he pursed his lips before sighing and shakes his head ‎ ‎ ‎ "can we just drop this topic? Takemichi please-" ‎ ‎"NO! why are you BURNING yourself over and over again?! what happened to- to not making the same mistakes over and over again?! what happened to the promise that we shouldn't play with the fire and blow it away and to distinguish it instead?!" ‎ ‎ ‎

[Name] stared at me then gave me a tired laugh and let out a small laugh, his laugh sounded so tired- I'm so frustrated why is he laughing?! this is a serious matter, he's getting abused and he's just letting it go?!

"I can't believe you still remember that candle thing I told you about Takemichi, Honestly thought you'd forgot about it.. oh the memories.."

the candle thing was something [Name] created when we were younger, he would always be a worry wart over us and would tend our bruises whenever we got beat up by Kiyomasa or some other gangster..

Burning yourself meant: making a mistake Lighting up the candle meant: starting a conflict Making the flame bigger meant: making the conflict grow Blowing or Distinguishing the flame meant: you've solved the conflict it was a silly thing but we all adapted to it and made our moods a little better back then because it reminded us of how silly the concept was but it was helpful when you didn't wanna say how this person caused a conflict directly- "[NAME] THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER, YOU'RE GETTING ABUSED, PLEASE JUST OPEN YOUR EYES AND LEAVE THEM, I CAN'T STAND YOU GETTING HURT WHILE I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT" I shouted at him, I was standing from my chair at this point and looking down at him as he sat still on his own chair- The next things he said made me more worried, scared? frustrated? I DONT KNOW, I can't- I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS FEELING "Takemichi... don't you get it? I'm stuck with them.. no matter how much I attempt to leave them, they find me and they drag me back with them.." "What- what do you mean?! who even are these 'boyfriends' of yours?!" they couldn't have had that much power did they?- "Takemichi, My boyfriends are Tokyo's top criminals.. you know who they are right? Manjiro.. Haruchiyo.. Haitani- Izana, Kakucho.. do I need to list all of them out?"

Now- now I understand why he seems so frightened whenever I suggested for him to leave his boyfriends

"Wait.. Izana? Kakucho?- aren't- aren't they dead? They died [name]! I saw them die!" "They didn't die Takemichi, someone rushed them to the hospitals.. It's a miracle that they survived.. besides they've figured out how they died and avoided it.." "HOW?! what do you mean they've figured out?!" "Takemichi... you aren't the only that can time travel..." "what..."

I was petrified as I stared at [Name], WHAT DOES HE MEAN?! WHO'S THE OTHER ONE?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE- I HAVE TO TELL NAOTO ABOUT THIS

"Takemichi... don't bother telling Naoto.." [Name] says as he takes a sip of his drink.. "I have to! This information is valuable [Name]!" "Takemichi, won't you listen for once?! Naoto's dead! why do you think his office is locked this whole week?! BONTEN MURDERED NAOTO WHEN HE TRIED TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM THEM LAST TIME"

I refused to believe him as I trembled in fear, that's impossible?! if Naoto died then- then why- why is there no news about his death?!

"You're lying.. no no you're bluffing" "I'm sorry.. but I'm not.."

[Name] sighed and stood up from his seat and grabbed his should bag and put his hand on his stomach, he was 5 months pregnant after all-

"I'm sorry Takemichi but.. I have to go before they go here themselves and possibly end up killing you"

[Name] walked towards the exit of our hideout but I couldn't comprehend the fact that Naoto's dead, murdered- I didn't notice [Name] leaving until I snapped out of it and was about to shout for him until I realized

I had a gun pointed to my head

"Good job doll ♡~" Hanma said as he had his arms around [Name] while [Name] burried his face on Hanma's chest and gripping on Hanma's outfit "Good job indeed! HAHAHA, we finally fucking found you Takemichi!" Sanzu said behind me, pointing a gun at my head "HEY, I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO KILL HIM" Baji shouted out loud with a pissed off expression whilst he was getting held back by Kazutora and Chifuyu

"Keep your voice down you imbecile" Kisaki said as he stood next to Hanma

My eyes widen as I let out a breathe, trembling, I looked at [Name] who was staring at me with empty eyes and an expressionless face

"[name].. w-what's the meaning of this?" I said Kazutora let out a laugh as he leaned onto Baji- whilst Baji complained and whined "Why don't you read the room genius? [Name] never actually considered you as a friend, he was only going to your little meet ups to help us kill you"

"You've given us too much trouble Hanahagaki." A cold voice said coming from the person I once called a close friend.. Mikey Mikey stared at me with cold eyes "Man.. you really thought we abused [Name]? How could we? He's our precious lover and He's pregnant with our baby! he has given us children in the past too!" Ran said "Hmm, Mitsuya did do an amazing job at making fake bruises and cuts" Chifuyu said

"[Name]- please tell me what they're saying isn't true- it- it's not right?" I said as I looked back at [Name] [Name] only sighed and turned around to hug Hanma the next thing he said broke me

"I wanna go home.. I dont wanna see him..."

"Well! You've heard what the man said! let's hurry up and go home shall we?" Hanma said with a big grin "Mhm, after all Izana and the others are getting impatient in the Limo" Kisaki pointed out "Hahh? I wanted to torture him first before killing him!" Sanzu whined "HAH! BITCH" Baji shouted

I could see Mikey- no Manjiro was getting irritated "Just drug him, knock him out and bring him back to the base then" Rindou suggested "No- no PLEASE" the next thing I saw was all black... name.. why.. I thought we were friends ✂ ⚋⚋⚋⚋⚋ [Name]s POV:

I flinched as I heard the impact of Takemichi falling on the ground I couldn't bare to look at him, after all he was my bestfriend who I not only betrayed but left to die and get tortured by my so called lovers..

"Good job dear! now that wasn't so hard now is it?" Hanma said as he laughed, walking to the limousine with his arms around me

"[Name]!" Smiley shouted my name happily as we entered the vehicle "Look what me and Angry got you!" he said as he gave me a bag of my favorite snacks and some things I've always wanted to get, I smiled happily as I received some kisses from Angry and Smiley

Oh well.. atleast I have someone that'll love me.. I'm starting to like this.. getting spoiled whenever I obey.. I should be more obedient, hah.. their praises are always so nice..

I'm sorry Takemichi.. but I don't regret doing this a single bit. ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎

End.

[blackfangedreaper]

Uh hello UwU. I'd like to request a Law x Fem reader fluff! Basically I'd like a situation where reader's been pestering Law for attention but he ignores her cuz he's busy. Reader finally leaves upset and decides to hang out with Penguin and Sacchin instead. Law is eventually done with his work and waits for reader but after a few hours without her, he gets restless and goes to look for her. Thank you soo much!

Hehe im loving this suggestion ok ill try my best to satisfy you.✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

ABSENT

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader

Warning: curse words, grammatical errors (maybe, i was too lazy to triple check) and fluff😍✨

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Today of all days you decide to be clingy, why won't you just leave him alone, you definitely see him working but it seems that doesn't matter as you continue to pester him and whine for his attention.

You can tell he's getting irritated, you could see the irk mark forming right beside his forehead but unfortunately for him, you really didn't care, he's been ignoring you for a while now and its really pissing you off.

"C'mon you could do this later, just lay with me please!" you sigh.

Law turns seeing you laying on one of the many vacant hospital beds, he sighs massaging his temples with his index and middle finger. "Im busy, if it wasn't obvious the last four times i told you!"

"I know, plus you look tired i'm not telling you to neglect your work just rest a little with me!" you said pouting.

"My answer remains the same!" he said frustrated from your continuous pestering.

"Law look-"

"Your giving me a headache, please leave"

"What? Law-"

"Fuck, leave Y/N-ya." He hissed.

"Well fine, i hope you choke on BREAD!!" you said storming out and slamming the door with a resounding 'bang'.

"Stupid law, who the fuck does he think he is." You grumbled all the way to the living area of the submarine which seemed to be preoccupied by shachi and penguin.

They both seemed to be heavily invested in whatever they were doing that they didn't notice you, well that was until they felt your looming figure behing them.

"AHHHhhh" they both let out girlish screams until they saw it was you.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me Y/N!" Shachi said putting his hand on his chest while regulating his breathing.

"I swear i almost pissed myself" penguin gasped clutching onto a piece of paper

"...that's too much information bro" shachi said disgusted.

"So what are you guys doing!" You asked peering into the sheet of paper penguin was holding in curiosity.

"Animal, name, place or thing!" Shachi exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's fun wanna join?" penguin suggested.

"Sure!" You agreed forgetting about the law incident.

"So how do we play?" You asked

"First you need to write down all alphabets starting from A down to Z then you write down the animal, name, place or thing that has the first letter of the alphabet which is chosen by a player in each round." Shachi explained.

"And each player gets twenty seconds to complete the row of the letter chosen." Penguin said.

"Yeah, for example S, snake, shachi, saobody archipelago and ship" shachi explained.

As shachi and penguin explained more of the game, you being the bad bitch you were understood quite fast, or maybe the game wasn't that complex to understand.

"Ok let's start, penguin you go!" Shachi suggested.

"I choose W." Penguin exclaimed.

As the letter was called you searched your brain for answers, getting an idea you jotted down quickly as time was almost up.

"Time's up!" Penguin said as he gave his paper to you while you gave yours to shachi, who gave his to penguin.

Silence filled the living area as you all marked each others answers, that was until shachi bursted out laughing.

"Aha haha, what the fuck Y/N, whitebeard's ship isn't a place" shachi said choking on his laugh.

"No way she wrote that?!" Penguin asked in disbelief and leaned over to check.

"Hey HEY! It is!" You argued now looking at the laughing penguin and shachi.

"No it isn't!!" They argued back.

"Uh... It actually is though" ikkaku said passing by.

"HA! Thanks babe!" You exclaimed thanking her.

"We girls have to stick together" she said winking at you, then going towards the direction of the kitchen.

"Ugh fine fine, you win this one." Shachi said scowling then proceeded to give you a total of five points.

You all switched back your papers before checking your scores.

You seemed to be having fun, you haven't actually been spending much time with shachi and penguin and actually made you realize how much you missed your closest friends maybe law sending you out was a good thing.

"Ha, i love this let's play some more." You said beaming.

"Yes!" Shachi and penguin exclaimed.

Meanwhile a certain doctor was starting to feel your absence.

After he sent you out, he actually got some work done but why did he feel like he was missing something.

'oh well' shrugging the feeling off as he continued filling out patient applications and checking on crewmates who had not yet come for their monthly check up.

Pressure started to weigh down on his chest, was it worry or guilt. 'where were you? maybe he shouldn't have sent you out'. He thought tapping his fingers on his desk anxiously, but he managed to push it all down and finish his work.

Now that he was finally done he waited for you to come back.

An hour passed which turned to two, three then finally four hours which seemed longer as he kept glancing at the clock and it seemed to be mocking him.

He's never gone that long without you pestering him, his eyebrow twitched as he became impatient, he stood up hanging his labcoat on the coat rack before heading towards the exit of the clinic. I guess he's gonna have to get you himself.

He passed the several rooms of his crewmembers, as he headed towards the kitchen which seemed to be occupied by some of his crewmembers.

"Oh hey cap'n looking for sum'n?" ikkaku asked smirking, she knew what or rather who he was looking for.

"Where is she?" He asked rolling his eyes at her smug face.

"Living area with shachi and penguin." She answered.

"Hm." He left hastily but not before giving her a nod as thanks.

The echos of laughter and chatter met his ears as he walked towards the living area, he was soon met with a rolling penguin and wheezing you.

"W-Wait, it was a mistake! I swear" shachi said pleading.

"Nah, bro it looked intentional to me!" Penguin said cackling.

"Oh, yo-you should h-have seen his f-face omg, what the hell shachi!" You said tearing up, you were getting breathless from all this laughing.

"Look i panicked ok, so i just picked whatever i touched, it wasn't on purpose please!" Shachi begged trying to reason with you both.

Rewinding back to four hours ago you all seemed to finish the first game with shachi in first place, you in second and penguin in last place, deciding to spend more time with each other you played several then settled with playing truth or dare.

And it seemed that shachi got himself in trouble, i mean sneaking into your captain's room? How brave of you.

"Please don't tell captain, i'll do anything i swear" shachi swore.

"Don't tell me what?" Law's voiced bounced around the walls creating an echo effect causing shachi and penguin to turn pale after realising their captain may have heard them.

"U-Uh hey uh captain" they stuttered while you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms refusing to acknowledge him.

"I asked a question." He raised an eyebrow demanding an answer.

"Nothing i swear!" Shachi exclaimed, making penguin wince, they're fucked aren't they.

"It doesn't seem like it!" Law pressured.

It almost worked as penguin was about to spill due to being pressured and shachi looked like he was about to burst out crying, but you stepped in before any of that could happened "As they said before its nothing."

"..." His eyebrow twitched as he turned to look at you "Y/N-ya where have you been?" He tapped his feet waiting for an answer.

'Who died and made him king?! Where have you been? To hell with that your not telling him shit!'. You thought frustrated as your brow twitched.

"Hmph." You said turning away from him.

"Why you!" He walked towards you forgetting about your two companions, oh now he was fixated on you and noone else.

"Kya!!" You exclaimed as your vision turned upside down, the only thing in your sight is his back.

"Hey Hey!! Put me down!" You demanded hitting his back with your fists.

He ignored you, gave your two friends a warning glare and then proceeded to walk away with you on his shoulder.

Arriving at the door of your shared room, he opens the door, walks towards of your bed and lays you there, before you could protest he lays on top of blocking all routes of escape.

"Hey! Get off!" You say trying to wiggle free.

"No." He says his breathe brushing against your neck.

You gasp feeling a pleasant shiver down your spine causing you to desperately wiggle free.

"Hey! Stop squirming!" He lifts his head to glance at you, you turn to scowl at him.

"Get off then." She suggested smiling insincerely.

"No." He repeated, before dropping his head against your chest while encircling your body with his arms.

You sigh and decided to give up, silence fills the room as you feel his breathing slow down, 'i-is he sleeping right now?!' You sweatdropped, looking down to check only to see a pair of grey eyes staring right back at you.

"Ah!" You exclaimed startled while looking away, you feel heat start to crawl up your (s/c) face.

You hear his chuckle which turns to laughter and you can't just help but laugh too.

"Haha, im sorry!" He said, his laughter dying down.

"Eh, its ok i guess it was kinda funny." you said smiling.

"No, not about that- well that to but ha- im apologising for the rude behaviour i displayed earlier today." He said diverting his eyes somewhere else in guilt.

"Oh-" he rose his hand to stop you, wanting to finish first before hearing your take on it.

"I know, i shouldn't have sent you out and i was so worried when you didn't come back after a while and then i see you with them after waiting four hours for you to come back-" He sighed not knowing how to tell you he was jealous.

"-and It didn't just sit well with me." He looked up at you then looked away, only to look back when he heard your laughter.

"Oh my gosh, haha i get you were guilty but the jealous part? Oh gosh law ahahaha" you were wheezing you didn't even think he was one to get jealous.

"Hey, stop laughing at me!" He demanded.

You could see his face and ears heating up and couldn't help but pinch his cheeks "aww you look so red."

He pulls off your hands from his face and holds then in his hands, stroking them softly with the pad of his thumbs. "So?"

"So?" You ask confused.

"Am i forgiven?" He asked.

"On one condition!" You said.

"That would be?" He asked expecting a high demand.

"Take breaks ok? I know you work really hard and im proud really proud of you, but i'm gonna need you to rest once in a while, ok?" You said caressing his face.

"I-I'll try my best." He said leaning into your warm hands.

"Yosh! your forgiven, now i demand cuddles" you demanded.

He chuckles pulling close with your head laying on his chest, he sighs feeling your warmth engulfing him as he kisses your forehead bidding you a good sleep. "Anything for you, Y/N-ya."

You smiling feeling his lips brushing against your forehead before you drift off enjoying the warmth your lover provided you.

I guess it's calm before the storm because somewhere in the submarine shachi and penguin are racking their heads trying to figure out how to return their captain's white boxer with meat prints to him, it seemed to be given to him by everyone's favourite strawhat wearer, theirs screams echoing in the submarine are gonna be astronomical!.

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Wrists aching, eyes heavy and brian strained but still maintaining beauty cause there's no rest for the wicked.✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧

I hope you like it, to be honest this is way longer than i expected, but hopefully this satisfys you.

Ugh im going to bed😭.

Thank you for reading!❤✨

[wonwoonlight]

my daisy / chapter 1 | kim mingyu

➝ CEO!Mingyu x Secretary!Reader

➝ strangers to lovers // single dad!Mingyu // fluff // lighthearted // non idol!au // like pls dont expect any dramas here lol // tiny bit of angst ig

➝ series warning: mentions of sex, no smut but there's implied sexual activities, insecurity (as always jshbdjhsfshbf am sorry), curses, food, let me know if theres more ^^

➝ word count: 3k~

➝ A/N: ok AAAAAAAAA im actually very nervous for this bc this is my first ever series and i finally had the guts to post it bc im done writing all of it, i just gotta edit some stuff. that said, im sorry if i cut the chapters weirdly and etc lol thank you for being interested in my daisy!! Also tbh i decided to post it today to match the 1st anniversary since i started writing svt haha. your feedbacks will always be appreciated <3

when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you're pretty sure this wasn't what you signed up for.

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Seokmin laughs out loud at your story, and you honestly still wish the ground would swallow you whole so you’d never see the light of days again.

“You managed to get a one-night stand with a guy who has the money to get a suite room in Triple W Hotel drunk, and you ditch him the moment you wake up?” he recaps in disbelief. “You should’ve at least left your number just in case he wants to keep in touch.”

You glare at him, making the guy cower if only a little. “What, so I could be his booty call when he’s horny?”

Jihoon chokes on his drink, not used to you talking about your sex life in broad day light. You turn to him apologetically as you gently pat his back, whispering a ‘sorry’.

It’s a little past 1PM now, roughly 4 hours since you leave Mingyu, whoever that guy is, in the suite room and quickly make your way back to your apartment. Not long after you’ve washed up, Soonyoung has called out of nowhere, saying it’s been a while since everyone gets together to have lunch and it’s time to celebrate you finally quitting your job.

“Was the sex good at least?” Soonyoung chirps as he innocently slurps his cola, which earns him a slap on the back of his head from Jihoon. Seokmin hands him a napkin even though he doesn’t bother to hide his laugh.

“It’s nothing,” you try to calm yourself. It’s been hours since you’ve stepped out of the hotel and you’re still freaking out. “It’s nothing.”

It’s still fresh in your mind how some of the staffs greeted you politely when you hurriedly made your way to the elevator. You close your eyes at the memory; gosh, he must be the boss or something if they feel the need to do that to you.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jihoon tries to comfort you. “You did say you both were drunk, right? He probably understood why you left.”

Soonyoung nods in agreement as he bites into his fries. “True that. Plus, it’s not like you’ll meet him ever again. You just went to that club because of Jisoo, not because you’re a regular there. So you should have no business meeting him the second time as long as you don’t go to that club again.”

“Oh, you made sense for once,” Jihoon says with a mock impression.

“Well, but I do agree with Seokmin,” he grins widely through your glare. “What? He’s probably some bigshot dude and you missed that chance. We could’ve slipped into that life, you know?”

“Don’t Seokmin has some bigshot friends too? You go ask them out,” You shake your head at him and Soonyoung just grins shamelessly at your words.

You look at your phone to check the time, standing up from your seat as you notice it’s time for you to leave. “Gotta go first. Promised to visit Jennie. You both don’t make trouble for Jihoon.”

Seokmin and Soonyoung send you a playful salute while Jihoon just waves his hand, telling you to be careful on your way.

"Say hi to Jennie from us! We gotta see that cousin of yours one of these days," someone mutters, but you're already too deep in your thought to reply.

Soonyoung’s right. You just need to avoid that club and all should be fine. This Mingyu guy, whose touch you can still feel ghosting across your skin, would eventually be forgotten, and you’ll happily live your life as it was before because he’s exactly that: a one-night stand.

”Hi Jen,” you hug her as you arrive in her place. Jennie’s a few months away from her due date now, her stomach rounding because of the baby inside her. “How are you and the baby doing?”

Jennie smiles and her hand automatically goes to where her baby’s at, caressing it softly. “Good. We’re both good. You?”

“Well, I told you a few days ago,” you sigh as you make yourself comfortable on her sofa. “I finally quit my job. Been good to rest for a few days at last.”

You consider telling Jennie about what happened the night before, but decide against it because you don’t feel like reliving the embarrassing walk of shame just yet. Instead, you stand up again to rummage her fridge.

“Have you started looking for new jobs?” she asks. There’s more than genuine curiosity in her voice and it makes you wonder if she’s up to something. Jennie’s always been a close cousin to you, only three years older than you are. She takes care of you like an older sister and you trust her with your life; but it’s not everyday that Jennie calls you to visit out of nowhere.

When you sit down and lean back again, Jennie’s eyes are way too focused on you for it to just be curiosity. “Not really. I’m contemplating if I want to try another job or if I should just apply as secretary again.”

Her famous gummy smile makes an appearance and you kind of see where this is going. “Great, how about working as my substitute when I take my maternity leave?”

“Can you do that?” you blink at her, confused and amused. “Is your boss okay with your way of looking for a substitute?”

“He trusts me,” she shrugs. “I’ve been working there for almost 6 years now and he knows I wouldn’t accept just anyone for my substitute.”

Jennie’s boss must be pretty good then, you conclude. Your cousin is the very definition of perfectionist, the perfect secretary if you’re looking for someone who never misses to make sure everything goes well and nothing is ever askew. On another note, if Jennie’s been working there for 6 years with close to no complaints (at least to you), it means the company is probably somewhere between great and amazing.

You know Jennie makes quite a lot, and even though there are times when she’s slightly overworked, Jennie herself says it’s rarely because her boss asks her to stay. The more fitting scenario is: she and her boss are both perfectionists, which leads to them being the ideal pair for working overtime. Plus, the money she makes from working overtime definitely makes up for it.

“And he’s okay with that?” you smile in amusement. “I mean, this person is going to be his secretary. Shouldn’t it be up to him to decide?”

“He can’t do anything without me,” she rolls her eyes playfully, but there's a fond smile nevertheless. “Plus, I don’t have the time to train someone properly and I know you’re competent.”

You ponder for a while; it is a really good chance, obviously. Jennie works at SVT Inc., which was only established less than a decade ago. Naturally, this means Jennie joined when the company was still making its way up the business ladder. From year to year, the company has been famous for its tremendous and continuous growth and it’s now one of the most sought-after companies despite only having two branches: the main one in Seoul, and the other one in Jeju.

You’ve heard from Jennie that the Jeju branch has only been open for 2 years, the old CEO saw an opportunity and wanted to retreat there and move to a less busy city while his son, Jennie’s boss, took over the Seoul branch. You still remember the way things turned too hectic for Jennie for a while because she suddenly becomes the CEO’s secretary.

“It’ll be a great experience, you know? And it’s just for a few months. 6 at most,” Jennie tries to convince you. “And maybe if my boss likes you, he’ll either extend your contract or offer you another position. I know one of the directors need an extra secretary. Or you might be his PA.”

“When do I start if I say yes?” you decide to taste the water, though you know this sentence only encourages Jennie more and, if anything, she knows you’re pretty much convinced by now.

“Next Monday? Or the Monday after that if you still want to enjoy your unemployment,” she grins hopefully, knowing full well you can’t say no to the tone she’s using. Isn’t she supposed to be the older sister here? “You won’t work alone. There’s another secretary and he will help you adapt once I’m off.”

Next Monday is three days away, you count. You kind of want to rest more, but you actually enjoy working if not for the way your old company was overworking you with minimum salary. There’s just something unsettling about being at home and not doing anything.

“And when will you be off?”

“After training you for a month,” she smiles sheepishly. “I know a month is short. But I’ll be on standby in case you need help, plus I know you’re more than capable.”

“What if your boss doesn’t like me?”

“He will,” she says firmly. “He also has agreed when I say I have someone in mind for my temporary replacement. I’ve told him I don’t want to train anyone else and he can try training the new secretary himself if he refuses my choice.”

It’s kind of amusing to hear Jennie speak about her boss like this, but you know she’s only able to do so because she’s worked hard to get into that position. On top of that, she has probably proven more than enough time that her judgement is rarely invalid.

“You really care for your boss, don’t you?” you suddenly say, catching her off guard.

Jennie’s silent for a while, but there’s a smile in her face as something passes through her mind. “Yeah, I do. I mean, even as a person. He’s a good friend, you know? He’s definitely a friend when he’s not my boss; we got a lot closer three years ago because he went through…something and I had to cover for a lot of his schedules.”

You don’t push further. There’s probably a good reason why Jennie words it that way and it’s probably something that you don’t have to worry about just yet.

But now that she mentions it, you remember that exact period of time where Jennie called you crying because her boss was not answering any of her calls and she had to take care of everything by herself. The only reason it’s clear in your mind is because that was one of the rare times Jennie ever complained about her job. A week later, though, she suddenly said she felt bad for her boss and worked overtime almost everyday for a month without complain.

“Okay then,” you finally say.

“Really?!” she sits up, her eyes sparkling with excitement and gratitude.

“I’ll see you in three days,” you shrug nonchalantly and Jennie moves to sit beside you to drop a wet kiss on your cheek as her thank you.

It should be a great opportunity, right?

The SVT Inc. building stands a little short compared to the buildings beside it, but it’s something that you actually like. There are probably 6 floors, judging roughly from the height, which is great because it means you can go up by the stairs on the rare days you feel like exercising.

You prefer buildings like this than towering offices that go almost as high as hotels, to be honest. There’s just something about smaller offices that brings you in, makes working together a little bearable.

“Hello,” you greet the receptionist as you introduce yourself. “I’m here to train under Kim Jennie…?”

The receptionist mirrors your smile, handing you a temporary access Jennie has requested for you as she tells you to go to the 5th floor where the CEO’s floor is at. You thank her before making your way to the elevator. Thankfully, the building is easy enough to navigate through and you only need to ask one more time the moment you get to the designated floor to find Jennie.

“Hello?” You call to someone, your eyes drop to the name tag he’s wearing: Seungkwan, it reads. “I’m, uh, here to see Kim Jennie?”

Seungkwan looks at you in recognition, immediately outstretching his hand to you as he tries your name. “I’m Seungkwan. You’re going to be her substitute while she takes her maternity leave, right?”

“Yes,” you smile awkwardly, this Seungkwan guy sure seems friendly when it’s your first time meeting him. Kind of reminds you of Soonyoung and Seokmin. “Are you the other secretary?”

Seungkwan nods as he signals you to follow him. “Yup, I hope we can work well together.”

You let out a sigh of relief inside, glad that this guy seems nice enough and looks like someone pleasant to be around with.

“Oh?” Jennie turns to you and Seungkwan, having only returned from the pantry. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve arrived!”

“And make the pregnant woman come and get me?” you ask her pointedly, though there’s a giddy smile on your face. You’re probably more excited about working with your cousin (even only for a month) than you let on. “I don’t want my niece to come early.”

Jennie laughs, her hand waves at you so you’ll come closer. “Who says I’ll come and get you? And who says my baby’s a niece? I will just ask Seungkwan to go down for me.”

You look at Jennie’s desk, almost twice longer than the desk you used to have in your old office. It’s neat and there’s a computer for her to use; everything’s in place like you expected Kim Jennie’s space to be. Seungkwan’s desk isn’t that far off hers, it's a little messy but not all over the place. You figure the only reason it looks messy is because you’ve just seen Jennie’s.

“You’ll sit with me for the time being, help me with things as you learn how it goes around here,” she explains, telling you to put your bag on the chair next to hers. “I’ll let you handle some stuffs too, just to remind you you’re not here as my assistant.”

You chuckle a little at that but nod nevertheless. “Is the CEO still not in?”

“Nope,” she shakes her head as she pulls up some documents you need to read first. “He comes late every Monday and Wednesday; usually sometime after 9. You’ve got to call him once it’s 9.30 and he’s still not in the office unless he doesn’t have meetings and urgent documents, okay?”

Taking out a small notebook from your bag, you write down important stuffs you’d need to remember while Jennie continues to tell you everything you need to know first before anything else.

“Do I need to make coffees every morning or something?”

“Only when he asks for it. He usually has drinks ready by himself when he comes in though.”

You’re about to ask about other stuffs when Seungkwan stands in front of your desk, announcing that you should introduce yourself to the people in the department and he’d come with you for that.

Jennie nods encouragingly at you as you reluctantly stand up. It’s a must, yet you’re always nervous when meeting new people. Plus, you know sooner or later there’s going to be talks going around because you got in through Jennie.

You shake the thoughts away, there’s no need to think about worst case scenarios when it’s literally your first day and you might not even need to talk to some of them at all.

Seungkwan brings you around the floor, introducing you to everyone and you're thankful most of them seems nice enough at first glance. Some of them though, you can tell already, are going to be problems, but you wish the CEO is always busy so you’d have no business dealing with these people unless you really need to.

After he’s done, you thank Seungkwan for accompanying you before you excuse yourself to the restroom. Seungkwan just nods as he jokingly tells you not to get lost.

Truthfully, you don’t really need to go to the restroom, but your heart always beats too fast after meeting a group of new people, and it doesn’t help that you’ve somewhat become the center of their attentions because you’re the new girl.

You exhale another breath, going out of the stall when you think you’ve calmed down enough and wash your hands just for the sake of it.

When you return to your desk, Jennie stands up instead.

“Mr. Kim is in, let’s go to his office,” she says, her professional tone never wavering.

You nod, fixing the nonexistent wrinkle on your blouse. Jennie looks at you encouragingly as she knocks on the door. Her hand reaches out to squeeze yours, the least comfort she can give you because she knows you’re always nervous in new environment, before opening the door to the office without waiting for her boss’s reply.

“Sir?” Jennie calls to the tall figure in the room, busy rummaging through his shelf first thing in the morning.

Your eyes immediately go to Mr. Kim. He’s obviously taller than average, you easily register. Even from behind, you can tell this is a man who carries himself well, an aura of authority hugs him even though it’s not one that scares you. This man hasn’t even done anything and you already know he’s one to be respected.

You wonder what is it about him that feels familiar to you.

Your eyes wander to his broad back, cheeks abruptly heating as it clicks why; he reminds you of that Mingyu guy. It’s probably his wide shoulders and seemingly muscled but lean body, along with the black hair even though it’s styled neatly in contrast to the man whose hair was tousled from sleep and, well, probably your doing the night before.

You shake your head at the memory, making Jennie look at you in concern. This is definitely not the time to think about that guy.

Mr. Kim hasn’t turned around, simply hums as he flips through a file.

“Sir, here’s the substitute secretary I told you about,” she tells him, and you’re about to introduce yourself and bow to him when Mr. Kim turns around and shows his face, freezing you in place.

Fuck.

How on earth did you forget Jennie’s boss is named Kim Mingyu?

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[miastideclock]

Bang Chan Drabble, "figure it out."

anon asked:

hi there :) could i please request a drabble where the reader was dating chan secretly but it recently got leaked, and now they’re being swarmed by fans and he swoops in to rescue them? (im a fan of angst and fluff if you can’t tell haha) and no worries on writing it if this isn’t your cup of tea, thanks for all your great content :)

of course!! i hope this was what you had in mind- and if not, just shoot me a message and we can figure it out together ;)

word count: 1355 ca. warnings: strong language, hateful words, not proofread my bad angsty?? i guess???

"are you sure you have to go back home?" a whine came from your boyfriend who was stretched across the couch like a cat. you were sat with his head in your lap, messing with his dark curls. you hummed a reply, not bothering with a proper verbal response as he knew the answer just as well as you did.

a while back, on the four-month anniversary of you and chan, you had decided that it was time to tell the company and the managers about your relationship. up until now, you had kept it as secret as you could, resulting in you never getting to see each other. the company was clearly not very happy about the situation, but didn't have too much of a say as the dating ban of the boy-group had lifted. however, they did arrange a set of rules to protect not only chan and the image of the group, but also you. one of these rules was that it should be kept secret from the public for as long as possible. you completely understood this, and was just happy that they allowed you to still be together. but to prevent your relationship from becoming public knowledge, you mostly hung around at the company building or the dorms; and you weren't allowed to sleep there.

"you know the rules, my love." you spoke in a low voice, tired from the day. chan sighed and sat up, allowing you to get off the couch and move to the hallway. while putting on your shoes and coat, chan stood in the hallway with you, telling you something about his schedule for the next day.

"we have that music video shoot starting tomorrow evening, and before that we have dance practice, so i don't have too much time tomorrow." he said, informing you so you wouldn't get worried if he went hours on end without replying to your messages.

"sounds exhausting. maybe i can come over tomorrow morning and bring breakfast for you and the boys? if we meet at the studio around nine?" you suggested while pulling your hair out from the collar of the jacket. he lit up like a candle and nodded profusely. you chuckled and announced that it was settled then. with that, you gave him a kiss and left the dorm.

it wasn't until you had returned to your own place, showered and gotten into bed that you realized you had forgotten your phone charger at the dorms. you mentally smacked yourself before you setup the alarm clock on your nightstand instead of setting one on your phone, knowing it would probably die during the night.

one thing you had forgotten about the alarm clock was the god-awful noise it made in the morning, making you sit up, startled out of your mind. you quickly shut it off and got ready for the day.

it was a beautiful day, the spring really coming in hot. you were so captivated by the blossoming trees and the flowers along the parks, that you almost forgot to pick up the breakfast for the boys. only almost though, you didn't dare show up empty handed.

however, the sense of calm and tranquillity quickly faded when you saw the mob outside the company building. paparazzi hoying and fans with foul words in their mouths. you flipped through the recent news of the boys in your mind like a pokedex, but nothing that could cause this reaction came to mind.

"that's her!" a voice shrilled and it was like everyone's necks snapped to look at you. a cold shock ran down your spine, and you felt the sudden urge to throw up. before you could as much as blink, you were being swarmed by paparazzi and angry fans, screaming at you, but it was too much for you to understand, and their words melted together in a word soup you were in no mood to taste.

you had dropped the plastic bags of food long ago and were currently focused on your breathing and not being trampled to death.

"that's the girl who forced herself on our chan!" you suddenly heard and everything sort of clicked. you had seen this happen once before when the relationship of an idol got leaked, and the girlfriend was almost hospitalized by an angry mob. you suddenly realized your fate, and your knees buckled. your arms had already been up over your head to protect yourself, but you gripped even harder now.

"get fucked, you whore." "is it true your pregnant with bang chan's baby?"

the shouting mixed with the flashing lights of the paparazzi cameras soon became too much, and your vision started getting spotty and your breathing uneven.

just as you thought you were bound to fall completely to the asphalt underneath you, someone grabbed your upper arm. it sent a shock of adrenaline through you, giving you the energy to tear away from them, more scared now than ever.

"y/n, grab hold."

you recognized that voice from anywhere, and quickly looked up to see chan there, a hood pulled over to cover most of his face as he reached a hand out for you to garb. you quickly did as you were told and held his. before you knew it you were being pulled out of the crowd by chan and one more person you hadn't seen the face of yet.

the sound of the crowd soon muffled as you made it through the doors and a bit into the building so that no one could see you anymore.

"are you okay? are you hurt?" chan and what had now been revealed to be changbin peppered you with questions, examining your arms and face, as that was the only skin on your body they could see. you took a second to catch your breath before you let them know that you were pretty sure you were unharmed, just dizzy.

"help me get her to that studio over there." chan told his mate, and changbin did as he was asked. one arm over each of their shoulders, and they crutched you over to an empty recording studio, placing you on the couch.

"i'll give you a minute." changbin said and went to leave the room, but not before you got to thank him dearly. he returned a smile and closed the door behind him, leaving you and your boyfriend in the studio alone.

"please tell me what is going on?" you asked chan, who then went on to explain that the news about the two of you had leaked overnight. he had tried calling you multiple times to tell you not to come to the building, but as you had forgotten your charger at the dorms, that had been to no avail.

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i had no idea they were capable of things like this." he seemed genuinely apologetic on behalf of his fans, but you knew what he was really thinking, and you couldn't help but think the same thing. the people out there weren't stay, they weren't fans.

"it's not your fault, okay? you can't blame yourself for what others did," you spoke, your voice still shaking from fear. chan heard the tremble and soon sat down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

"you're so strong," he whispered with his lips pressed into your hair on top of your head. you closed your eyes and melted into his touch. "we'll get through this together, right?" he continued.

you quickly sat up and looked at him, in disbelief that he would even ask you that. "of course we will. nothing and i mean nothing, is strong enough to tear me from you." you said, placing a kiss on his lips, then falling back into his arms, returning to your previous position.

"and nothing is strong enough to tear me from you." he replied, placing yet another kiss on the top of your head.

hope you liked it! feel free to request again! -bennie ♡

[nanbak]

Hi,first,i'm very sorry if my request is misspelled or not understood, i really don't know much english and i write this from a translator (not trustworthy haha).

I did not know what writers still existed for Nanbaka haha, but it makes me happy to know what more people know about the anime/manga and such.

SO UHh ... going to my request (im nervous sorry),could I request a Nico x tall gn reader? (I think that's how it was written) something like a really tall,quiet and sweet reader who tends to scold Nico every time he tries to escape?

no problem if you don't like writing it or it makes you uncomfortable,sometimes I request random or weird things haha,,,have a good week.

(I'm terrible requesting things I'm sorry lmao 😭😭)

◖ Hello anon! Thank you for my first request, and for a translator, this was actually super understandable! I love Nico and would be happy to write this. I'm not sure if you sent this request in a romantic sense, but that's pretty much all I write so I might put that in the rules later.. Here we go!

➹NICO WITH A TALL, QUIET & SWEET S/O

First off, let's talk about the height. Nico is 5'6, which leaves the reader around 5'9 - 6'1- and wow, Nico loves the height.

Others may have gotten intimidated by your height, but all Nico thought is, "COOL!" when he realized just how tall you were.

He likes to ask for piggy back ride/for you to carry him. He just wants to feel as tall as you. If you can't lift him- totally fine by him.

Now, the height added on to you being sweet and quiet? He thinks that you're extremely cute. Definitely likes to comment on how awesome you are.

You being quiet doesn't bother him too much, he's a talkative person and he's fine with doing most of it. He can talk for hours without you even getting a word in- he's just that good at conversation topics (well, it isn't much of a conversation if it's only one person, but still) .

Now, he only really escapes when Jyugo does too. And even sometimes then he doesn't escape much. And even if that means you don't scold him as much, he swears he can't handle you being mad at him (you aren't mad, but he thinks you are).

Nico whines and groans about how he('s) "so sorry!" and "I promise I won't do it again! ". Well, he does do it again and you guys go through it all over again.

But overall, Nico considers you really special to him. He loves to be near you and talk with (to) you. Definitely can't stay away from you for too long- you're just too fun!

[whirlybirdwhat]

Is there any good one piece fanfic that you would reccomend to read?

SO MANY LETS GO

“stared at the sun and the sun smiled back and called itself pirate king (or: loyalty, on the high seas)” - by grainjew, a loyalty focused series of oneshots that absolutely devastate me every time I read it. My favorites are but the eternal pose points East (Lech L’cha)” and “a certain calmness” and - okay if I list anymore I’ll just list the entire series oops. Highly recommend!

In Which Higuma Doesn't Get To Get Drunk, Even Though He Really, Really Wants To - also by grainjew, Luffy goes back in time and everyone bullies higuma, delightful one shot, 2.5k.

The King's Will - my last rec (for now) by grainjew, a one shot focusing on Rayleigh and Luffy training on Ruskaina, and the application of conquerors haki, 2.3k, very, very good.

How it Should have Healed - by Wordlet, 36k, a hurt comfort series about Luffy’s numerous injuries over the years, and his crew taking care of him. Extremely sweet, hurts my heart, luffy please learn to take care of yourself, 100/10 reread all the time.

Coming Into Focus by DemonsLOver, 4k, focusing on Luffy’s trauma after Marineford, EXTREMELY good, I reread this one a lot as well.

Being there - by chali, 45k, another Luffy post Marineford fic that I love, focuses on his trauma and wounds left over in varying aspects and with each individual crewmate.

wish by spirit and if by yes - by midnightluck, 32k, in which sabo and ace reunite and they may have some issues but everything turns out alright in the end.

more under the cut!

Chasing Flowers by taizi - 4.7k, the Strawhats leave out gifts for luffy and he just has to follow, outsider pov, one of my absolute favorites of taizi’s fics!! Actually just gonna say rn go read all of taizi’s one piece fics, everything is so very good.

Already Forever by taizi - 1.8k, another of taizi’s fics that devastate me, nami realizing that the way luffy works will never be understood by any one else, really, really, really sweet.

Sea Shanties by Milo - 13k, luffy focused series of one shots, and the first one devastates me. zoro/luffy but it’s not romantic just platonic and this made me cry 100%, its just. So soft. Chapter 2 is with brook annd chapter 3 is with shanks and oh,,,, oh its so good. One of my absolute favorites of all time.

Twin Flames by SoccerSarah01 - 66k, a Marineford fix-it in which Sabo remembers, he and Ace call themselves not just brothers but twins, and everything changes. This is by Sarah whom I love and I 100% cannot rec this fic enough its so, so, so good. asl brother focused and the way the brothers are written im just the watery eyes emoji.

I'll be by your side (forever, always) by SoccerSarah01 - 1.5k this also by Sarah is another fix-it in which Luffy takes the blow for ace, and there aftermath and it hurts but ohh,,, its so sweet

Wind Beneath My Wings by SoccerSarah01 - 11.8k, last rec for me rn by Sarah, essentially the asl brothers celebrate Makino’s birthday and everything is good and wonderful and soft <3

Rising suns, free waters by Amazaria - 5k, vivi and shanks talk at mariejeoise fic how can you not fall for that like. Oh god the concept is so good, and amazaria executed it perfectly!!! 100% recommend, stays very true to the characters, and their like for one straw hat luffy.

Serendipity and other ordinary miracles by Amazaria - 2k, also by Amazaria, Straw Hat loyalty and discussion of dreams thats just so, so, so good. it hurts my heart, but luffy loves his crew and they love him so everything is okay.

All that we've yet to lose (burning, burning bright before us) by Amazaria - 1.9k, usopp and Gear 2’s effects on Luffy, dear god this makes me cry, like. Holy shit. Also some very good nami + zoro bonding in the background like!!! cries.

Who Knows (what could happen) by Chromi - 87k, the only unfinished fic on here but im putting it because HOLY SHIT! Essentially the journey of Ace and the Spades from Sixis to the Moby Dick, Ace/Deuce incredibly good writing I cannot stress that enough and also pining. So much pining. Deuce you are so gay. This fic is very lovingly and well written, does err on the more mature side than the rest of the fics I have listed here (just look at the tags) but not explicit by any means. Chromi also has like. Tons more ace/deuce fic, and I highly recommended checking out her Take My Breath Away [Tumblr SFW Prompt Fills] series!

Synthesis by KBstories - 4k, in which even Luffy has a breaking point and that breaking point Is sabo, but his friends won’t let that happen. I reread this fic so much and it’s so fucking good like all of KBstories like,,, cries??

I have so much more but I already procrastinated on the stuff I have to do today by writing this so - if u want more come back for round 2 and send another ask - in addition, check out the bookmarks of all these authors! I guarantee that you’ll find all the fics I would have recced that way haha. Enjoy!

(Also - Im sure u know as u sent me this ask, but I am also on ao3! My big works include Sea of Monsters, in which the east blue is the weakest sea because it is the demon sea, crown the king (with bloody flowers) in which luffy has hanahaki for the ocean, mother mother ocean (I have heard you call) in which luffy has the voice of all things from a young age, make a choice (turncoat hero), in which garp chooses his grandsonns over justice, and dearest brother (who you are) in which ace and sabo remember inn Alabasta and everything is okay. You can find my ao3 at Whirlybird70!)