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It was a stormy day on the Grand Line. Every member of the Straw Hat crew have almost barricaded themselves indoors.Franky and Usopp in their respective workshops, Brook was most likely wandering around, only stopping in certain places to play a tune for a crewmate. Luffy, Sanji and Chopper were in the kitchen, Nami and Robin were in the library, while you and Zoro were in the crow's nest.You were reading and he was working out, as usual.Everything was peaceful and quiet, the pitter patter of the rain was strangely relaxing, and the clinking of any metal weights Zoro was using was familiar. Your book was very enjoyable, as you had read it ...

a/n : akashi and reader are both 20+ //akashi seijuurou x fem!readerThere was nothing more disorienting than waking up in a place you couldn't immediately recognise. Especially when a feeling so pleasant, so gratifying endorsed your body that you should have been wanting to get up, but you didn't. You were vaguely aware of something light weighing down on you as a mundanely sweet fragrance wafted through the air.Beads clashed, rugs of fabric slid on and light suddenly illuminated the thin skin coating your eyes. They stayed closed - it was the effect of it having felt like the weight of the world was placed upon you and you were absolute...

"(Y/n) ! Obito quit fooling around!" You and Obito stopped wrestling to look at your sensei until you noticed the awkward position you were in. He was straddling you. Hands securing yours over your head and his face inches away"O-obito..""Hm? what is it?" He turned back to look at you until it all settled in"Gaaaah!" he jumped back landing in his rearMinato sweatdropped at the scene 'first there all over each other wrestling and then they back off like if they had the plague(sigh) my students' "Let's get back to training (y/n) and Kakashi will now be sparring partners, Obito and Rin same. Understood."You all nod and begin training~"Hey Ka...

*Damian's P.O.V* The adrenaline pumping through my veins stopped me from feeling the physical strain of carrying a girl bridal style (which is rather hard) walking a few kilometres to my house.I didn't have time to wait for someone to pick me up, (Y/N) was dying, this was the fastest option. It felt like forever until I reached the mansion, I kicked the door open. My family, surprisingly all in one place jumped from their positions on the couch.I could see Grayson gulp slightly by the look on my face, pure, unaltered rage. "Dad, quickly you need to get the antidote" by the panicked look also on my face he knew which poison I was talking ab...

               Iwaizumi is a man of tradition.                When he first started playing volleyball, he heard about all of the odd practices that would ensue before matches to calm down players; they would dive across a spectrum, ranging from being typical to downright weird . He remembers thinking they were redundant—passing them off as unnecessary. He wouldn’t outright say foolish, yet he wouldn’t deny it if it ever glossed across his mind.                But now he’s stuck in this position.                           The gymnasium is bursting with sounds—rippling with energy from shoes squeaking against polished floors and...

=============== /////WARNING///// =============== This story Contains: - Vore(digestion) - Vore(Safe)If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this story and leave a nasty comment on it. For anyone who does enjoy this kind of stuff, I hope you like it! :)=========================== ===   Humanity had often dreamed of encountering alien life, of traveling the stars and making peace with different worlds, but unfortunately, their first contact would not be friendly. The year was 2320 when planet Earth was invaded by the Rom’ot, an immensely powerful race of conquerors from the far side of the galaxy. The humans fought gallan...

Several days later Tick. Tick. Tick . The sound of water dripping down on metal echoed through the large warehouse. The smell of burned paper filled the air while in the distance hasty footsteps sounded off the walls. You smiled, pushing yourself from the chair in the control room. The Captain was on his way, but he would find nothing. You had burned and deleted all files, frying the hard drives so not even Stark himself could recover any data.     It had been several days since your ‘date’ with the super soldier. Your boss had approved of your improvised action to save the mission and had complimented you on your resourcefulness. He had e...