#*Marco seems pretty cool*

[radioscientist]

Me: *delusional* Maybe when I watch Marineford this time Ace will be rescued and hang out with Luffy and Whitebeard

[cyborg-franky]

Their reaction when you give them your number

Some headcanons!

SFW GN Reader Chars: Ace, Robin, Marco, Kid, Killer, Buggy

Ace

He’s been flirting back and forth with you the entire time you’ve been working. He came in for his brother's friend's birthday but has spent more time talking to you and honestly? You didn’t mind. He was cute, funny, and very sweet. His flirting was a little awkward at times, you guessed as handsome as he was he had some self-esteem issues. But the more you talked with Ace the more his confidence grew.

It was late and pretty quiet, he chatted to you about his brothers as he leaned on the bar, you cleaned and got ready to close, just enjoying his voice, and how genuinely caring he seemed. It was then you grabbed a piece of paper, wrote your number on it, and slid it across the bar.

“What’s that? How much of a tab did me and those idiots wrack up…” He hummed and flipped the paper over, his eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up when he saw the number. You couldn't help the sly smile on your face when you could see the blush on his cheeks, even in the low light of the bar.

You sure hoped he’d call. He chuckled and put it in his pocket, trying to act cool about it even with his cheeks on fire.

Robin

She had to have been the most beautiful woman to have ever set foot in your store. The way she walked around in her summer dress, the fabric flowy in the breeze, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear as she picked up a huge heavy book, her eyes scanning each with a smile on her lips.

You felt entranced and intimidated by her in equal measure. Each movement was poised and elegant. She glanced over her shoulder and saw you staring at her, the sparkle of mischief in her eyes reached the sly smirk. 

Grabbing an arm full of books so big you could murder a man with she set them down on the counter and you had to try and remember how to talk again. “Is it okay if I buy a coffee and read one of these?” You nodded, she could have robbed you and you would have thanked her.

As she paid for her books you quickly wrote your number on a note and slipped it in one of the books as you placed it in a bag for her. She bought her coffee and books and sat down on one of the big armchairs. You gripped the edge of the counter when you noticed she went right for the book you’d put your number in.

Robin saw the piece of paper and shot you the most wickedly sinful smile you felt your heart would explode.

Marco

He came into your work at least once a week, maybe more, and his order was always the same. He was a creature of habit but never boring. You always stood and chatted with him between his order and bringing it to him. He was polite and handsome and always had this lazy smile on his face that you found yourself looking forward to seeing.

Marco always had a kind word for you, would comment on your hair, how you wore it that day, how your new shirt was nice and suited you. He was full of compliments but he never came across as creepy. You adored his voice, his laugh, and how he always had a crazy story about his friends.

You felt like you knew them. 

One night he came in with some of those said friends, a rowdy bunch but just like him, polite and chatty. You set down the tray of drinks and Marco leaned back in his seat taking his. “They make the best drinks, it’s why I come back all the time,” Marco said before sipping his drink.

“Yeah, right, that's the only reason.” Thatch teased and got a nudge. You didn’t know what the man meant by that but Marco met your eye and gave you a sheepish smile.

The group all started to leave and the man with the big hair, Thatch, came over to pay the bill. “Hey, I think you and Marco might have a sweet spot for one another, sorry if I’m misreading that but… maybe you could give me your number, to pass on?”

You blinked, processing what he was asking before grabbing a coaster and writing it on. Thatch paid and practically ran to Marco and brandished the coaster at him. “Got you a present!” Marco looked at it, then back at you. You watched as the smirk on his face grew and he placed it in his pocket.

Kidd

His entire group was loud but you didn’t mind. You were used to his sort coming to this bar, parking their motorbikes outside, and stomping into the bar with their heavy boots and loud voices. They’d been polite enough to you though.

Serving them rounds of beers when they raised their hands, always paying. You knew this group pretty well by now. The red-haired man who was the leader spoke with you casually. He leaned on the bar and laughed at jokes and comments yelled over the room at him.

“Got anything fun planned this weekend?” You asked as you handed him another beer, he took a swig before thanking you. You could see him thinking over your question, you always had a feeling he and his gang got up to all sorts. Maybe he was debating on what he could tell you.

“Nah, unless you wanna finally fess up to being into me an’ wanna hang.” He said, the smirk on his painted lips, showing his teeth. He was cocky and overconfident but God daaamn did it work.

“What makes you think I’m into you?” You asked, well, he was right but still.

“Babe, I just know, so gunna give me your number or do I have to beg?” Kidd asked with a gleam in his eyes. You loved feeling you had all the power in this situation. You met his eye before ripping off a piece of a poster hanging up behind you and putting your number on.

“You don’t have to beg, this time.” You chuckled and handed it to him. He laughed loudly and put it in his jacket pocket, looking smug.

He’d won.

Killer

Killer came into your shop every other week, always for something for his bike. It could be a check-up, a new decal, a sticker or just to get someone to clean it. He was a man of few words but he was pleasant to be around. His small talk was never dull or seemed forced, he enjoyed hearing your stories and learning about you.

Sometimes you even got to hear his voice, get to learn about his life; How he was part of a group who drove around together. You were very intrigued by him. The way he’d take off his helmet and all that blonde hair would come tumbling out, you could have sworn the world become slow motion whenever he did that.

He was gorgeous. 

“Going for a drive this weekend?” You asked when he set down his helmet, one of the mechanics working on his bike already. He shook his head “Just thought I heard something when I’d started her,” he said and stared across the room.

Killer didn’t leave, didn’t go for a walk, instead while his bike was being checked he simply stood and talked to you. It was nice, he was a good guy. The mechanic came in and handed you the paperwork. You looked it over.

“Good news! The small issue has been fixed and since your in here all the time we won’t charge the normal rate,” your heart was beating when you sneakily wrote your number on the paper and handed it to him. 

He said his goodbyes and walked away, reading over the paper before he noticed the number, he turned and looked at you. Wordlessly, effortlessly cool he just gave you the thumbs up and grinned.

Buggy

He was a strange guy, how he seemed to think he was so slick every time he came in. Acting like this wasn’t the 18th time he’d been in this week. He was strange, sure, but he was cute and no one had made you laugh so much. Sometimes you didn’t think he meant to be funny on purpose, his charm was just a silly guy.

But as goofy as he came across he was still unreasonably handsome and had his own brand of charisma that had you so taken with him. He came in on his way back from work and asked for his regular order, which you knew by heart now. 

He would go on about his day, complaining about someone called Shanks that he worked with. The way he told his stories was so over the top and so hilarious that you couldn’t help but stand there chuckling and hanging on to his every word.

“So yeah, that dickhead set me back like 20 minutes.” He mumbled and sipped his shake, eating a few fries “Well, hopefully, your weekend will be better.” you said as you refilled the napkin holder.

“I’ll still be in though, I gotta get my fix.” He said and held up his drink, you weren’t sure if that was all he meant either. “Oh no, I won’t be in, I have the day off.”

He seemed crestfallen at that news, deflating in his seat with a frown. “Ah..” he mumbled as he stuffed more fries into his mouth. “But maybe we can arrange something?” you pulled out a napkin and wrote down your number, setting it next to him.

Buggy had been drinking at that moment, he stared at your number and snorted, his shake and the straw shooting to the back of his throat, causing him to splutter, some of his drink coming out of his nose as he became a flustered mess.

You laughed and watched him grab at handfuls of napkin to clean himself, wheezing as he did so, trying and failing to calm himself down, he croaked out “Sounds great…”

[shitsndgiggs]

HIIII, I'm back! So basically, I was ✨️inspired✨️ and then I saw your blog, and I thought of an idea, basically either Pau or Lamine have a girlfriend and the whole team is like 'as if' 'if you say so' 'sureeee, you definitely have a gf' and he's like 'BUT I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND', and no one believes him cause they like never see her, but then one day someone spots them out in town and suddenly it's the gossip of the locker room. You can end it however you want, hope you like it, have a nice day/night AND SORRY FOR RAMBLING

SECRET GIRLFRIEND - LAMINE YAMAL

The guys don’t believe that Lamine has a girlfriend

Lamine Yamal x fem! reader

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The atmosphere in the locker room was filled with the usual post-training banter when Lamine strolled in, still sweaty from the session.

His teammates were lounging around, discussing everything from football tactics to the latest gossip. Lamine was in the middle of his usual routine of getting changed when the conversation took a familiar turn.

“So, Lamine,” Fermin began with a playful smirk, “still keeping up the whole ‘mystery girlfriend’ act, huh?”

Pedri leaned against his locker with a grin. “Yeah, if she’s real, where’s the proof?”

Ferran laughed, nudging Pedri. “Yeah, we’ve heard about this ‘girlfriend’ for ages. I’m starting to think she’s just a figment of your imagination.”

Lamine sighed, pulling on his shirt and trying to ignore the teasing. “She’s real, guys. I just prefer to keep my personal life private.”

Fermin chuckled. “Sure, sure. We’ll believe it when we see it.”

Unbeknownst to them, the truth was about to unfold. A few days later, Lamine and his girlfriend, who had managed to keep their relationship private, were out at a local market, enjoying a rare day off together.

They were lost in their own world, completely unaware of the curious eyes around them.

Gavi, a teammate of Lamine’s, happened to be at the market and spotted them. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized Lamine and his girlfriend, who seemed genuinely happy and affectionate.

He quickly snapped a photo, eager to share this unexpected revelation.

The next day, back in the locker room, the atmosphere was charged with excitement. Marco walked in, his phone held triumphantly in front of him.

“Guys, you are not going to believe what I saw yesterday,” Gavi announced, barely containing his excitement.

The room fell silent as Fermin, Pedri, and Ferran turned their attention to Gavi. Lamine, sensing something was up, looked on with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“I have proof that Lamine’s girlfriend is real,” Gavi said, showing the photo he had taken. The image displayed Lamine and his girlfriend at the market, clearly enjoying their time together.

A collective gasp rose from the room. Fermin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No way! She’s real?”

Pedri leaned in closer, his skepticism melting into amazement. “You weren’t kidding!”

Ferran, who had been one of the biggest doubters, stared at the photo in stunned silence before finally breaking into a wide grin. “I guess we owe you an apology, Lamine.”

Lamine’s expression was a mix of triumph and relief. “Told you guys. I wasn’t lying.”

Gavi nodded, clearly pleased with himself for proving the doubters wrong. “She seems really cool. Sorry for doubting you, man.”

“It’s okay,” Lamine replied, his grin widening. “I kept things private for a reason, but it’s nice to finally have it out in the open.”

The locker room buzzed with renewed excitement as the players discussed the photo. The playful teasing had turned into genuine curiosity and respect for Lamine’s relationship.

Later that evening, Lamine and his girlfriend met up for a quiet dinner, where Lamine filled her in on the locker room’s reaction.

“So, I hear I’m officially a ‘celebrity’ now,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Lamine laughed. “Seems like it. The guys were pretty shocked when they saw the photo.”

“I’m glad they finally got to see the truth,” she said, leaning in for a tender kiss. “It’s nice to be out in the open, even if it’s just a little.”

“Yeah,” Lamine agreed, squeezing her hand. “It feels good to finally put the rumors to rest.”

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Job Swap

“Oh it's beautiful!” exclaimed the customer waiting in line. I handed her a nicely decorated cake for her son's birthday.

“It's no big deal. Just doing my job.” I acted like it was no big deal, but really I was gladly accepting the praise!

“This is perfect though. Have you considered being an artist?” she replied with a slightly more serious look.

“Yes I have actually…but the job market is tough.”

“Aww you'll get there eventually! Don't give up! Well anyway, you made my day so for that, thank you!”

“You're welcome.” I was a bit sad though, because she was right; I SHOULD be an artist. I recently earned my bachelor's degree, but yet I was still stuck in this dumb hick town, working as a grocery store cake decorator. I may have been good at what I do but I wouldn't want to do it forever!

At least my co-workers are pretty decent, especially my fellow bakery buddies, Chase, Amber, and Domingo. Amber was cool and didn't take anyone’s shit, which is why I loved seeing her because I didn't have much confidence when dealing with unruly customers. Domingo was very sweet, and even though he didn't speak very good English, he's hella good at his job. And Chase, well…he's hot! His bleach blond hair somehow always caught the light at a perfect angle. I don't know how I even kept my focus when he's working next to me.

At the end of my shift, I clocked out, and decided to buy a couple groceries like I normally did. I scanned everything at the self-checkout, put the receipt into one of my bags, and started walking towards the exit. The store had 2 exits on either side of the front, but I only took one because the other had a certain asshole at it - Richard.

The greeter position was removed a long time ago, but they bring it back for employees that have been injured or are too old, so that they can keep their jobs. Now this old guy named Richard had surgery a long time ago and became the greeter while he recovered. But yet he never went back to his old position.

He always stays at one specific entrance, and the reason I hated him so much was because he's racist. Part of his job has him checking customers’ receipts to make sure they didn't steal anything, which seems pretty unnecessary when you have those anti-theft machines at the exit. But I've seen him. The only people he checks the receipts for are minorities. It's not a subtle thing either; he’s super friendly, greeting and saying goodbye to all the white people passing but when it comes to someone who's not, his demeanor suddenly changes. 

My luck must've run out today, because I found the sliding glass doors at my usual exit were broken and currently being fixed. The area was blocked off by a barricade, and I knew there was only one other way to leave. I headed over to the other exit, and there Richard was, waving goodbye to a white mother and her toddler. He was wearing his typical gray uniform shirt that was clearly too small, because you could see his gut and nipples trying to poke through. Gross.

I moved through the aisle, trying not to draw attention to myself, but it was all for nothing because right on cue, Richard walked up to me and gave a great big (and so obviously fake) smile.

“Hello sir, can I see your receipt please?”

“Richard, it's me, Marco. I work in the bakery. You've seen me a million times before.” His smile suddenly faded, and his eyes narrowed, as if every ounce of happiness in his body just vanished.

“That's no excuse. How do I know you aren't stealing?”

“Because I want to keep my job?”

“Don't backtalk to me. You seem awfully suspicious today.” He then reached for his walkie talkie and started to page a manager. I really was able to walk out with no repercussions because I truly didn't steal anything, but there's a chance he would page the Asset Protection lady, who was almost as awful.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Nobody answered him. Thank god.

“Am I free to go now?” I said happily. The anger returned to his face.

“Just don't let me catch you stealing again. Or there'll be consequences!”

“Yeah…suuuure.” I walked out the door, into my car, and back home. I can't believe some people honestly. I was so sick of this town! I needed to move away real soon.

When I got home my dog, Kenny, was excited to greet me as usual so I let him outside to do his business while I got into my running clothes, prepping for a run. As I let Kenny back in, I went to check the mail and found a weird envelope in between the bills and spam. I opened it up and it was a letter addressed “to whom it may concern”. I threw it away without a second thought but Kenny suddenly ran up to the trash can, took it out, and placed it back in front of me.

“You really want me to read this, don't you boy?” I said cheerily as I patted him on the head.

“To whom it may concern,

Are you struggling with your current job? Unhappy with the life you have? Well I have just the cure for that! We are now selling happiness inducing coins for only $1 with free shipping! One flip of this coin will guarantee you will soon get a job you love! Get it fast before it all runs out! Just follow the link on the back of this letter if you are interested.” - VV

I wondered who or what VV was supposed to be, and $1 with free shipping sounds too good to be true, so this seemed like a scam. I also wasn't a superstitious person,  but for some reason my gut was telling me that this was a good idea. Kenny seemed to think so too as he was wagging his tail under the table and I read. I followed the link listed on the back of the page, typing in each random letter and number combination into my phone and ordered the lucky coin. I went to bed that night feeling a little more hopeful.

The next day at work was just like the previous day, only the door was fixed so I didn't have to walk out the exit Richard was standing at. We did make eye contact though, and he shot me a dirty look. I got home to find that the package had already arrived, which was awfully quick. I cut open the box and inside was a golden coin with a picture of a brain on it. The other side had a picture of a person with their arms spread wide. It was a really weird design. I read the instructions.

How to use:

Flip the coin

No matter what side it lands on, you'll be guaranteed happiness in your new job!

It sounded so lame, but I followed the instructions anyway. I flipped the coin the air, and slapped it on the back of my other hand. Tails. Nothing happened. I guess it was just $1 so it wasn't a huge waste of my time. It's pretty cool looking so maybe I could display it on my dresser or something.

I felt especially tired the rest of the night, but I was fine because I had a day off tomorrow. I was gonna go to the park with Kenny, as well as do a few errands. I was just glad I had time away from my job.

The next morning my alarm went off for some reason. I must've accidently set it by mistake. The weirder thing was Kenny wasn't there. Normally at the sound of my alarm, he comes running from wherever he was sleeping, and jumps on the bed to get me up. But there was nothing. When I started to truly wake up and become more alert, I realized that my alarm was set to the default or something. Instead of my usual calming piano, it was an annoying ringing. I opened my eyes to see what was happening. My vision was blurry, but I could tell I wasn't in my own room.

What happened? Did someone kidnap me? The alarm clock wasn't even on a phone, but rather it was an actual alarm clock. I had no idea what was going on, but I reached over to turn it off so I could think. I'm certain I must've been kidnapped somehow but why? And why would they set an alarm clock? I couldn't see but felt around the nightstand for a clue and found a pair of glasses. When I tried them on, just like that, my vision returned to normal. I had perfect vision before! Why did I suddenly need glasses? I reached up to scratch my head and found my hairline was incredibly receded. I was balding! I looked down with my now clear vision to find an even worse fact. I was chubby!

I sat up and stared at the foreign gut and two large man tits, as well as numerous graying chest hairs. I ran my hands through the hair, pinching them to make sure they were real. I pinched the tits as well, and felt sensations I've never felt before as they wobbled when I let go. I ran my hands through my face and felt a mustache and double chin, and began feeling nauseous at the thought of what I actually looked like. I didn't see a mirror in the room so I walked out the door trying to find a bathroom. The fat jiggled all around as I ran.

I got to the bathroom and nearly puked on the spot when I saw who I was. Richard. Oh god no. Of all people, I had to look like this racist bastard? I stared at myself and grazed my hands along my face. Suddenly I felt angry and started pinching it instead, as if I was doing the same thing to the real Richard, but denial didn't help; that was my face and it hurt. I touched his mustache and pinched it, as if it would come off. 

Just then I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't want to interact with anybody looking like this but until I figured out how to fix it, I knew I had to pretend to be Richard. I answered the door to find the mailman.

“Howdy Rich! Woah uh.” He stared at my chest. I forgot I was still shirtless. Having this much fat hanging from my body was almost like answering the door naked. “I see you've lost some weight!” he said, obviously lying.

“Oh uh, thanks.” I replied, trying to imitate Richard’s voice, which was pretty easy considering I've mocked him before.

“Well anyway, not much today; just a letter.” He handed me a letter with a purple stamp on it.

“Well uh see you tomorrow!” The mailman went on his way and I closed the door. I opened the letter and found a note similar to the lucky coin advertisement.

To whom it may concern,

Good morning! I trust that your lucky coin worked well? Welcome to your new life! As promised, you now have a job that you love. Unhappy with the results? Just flip the coin once again, and make sure it lands on what it landed on before! If not, however, your fate is sealed. Best Wishes! - VV, Venefica Viola

Shit. They're not lying though. Richard did love his job. And since I was in his body, I now had that job! But who is this Venefica Viola? It sounded like Latin somehow. I walked back to the bedroom to find Richard’s phone. Luckily he didn't have any lock screen pin so I could easily get in. I searched for a translator, dodging the random pop up ads that were everywhere on his phone and looked up Venefica Viola.

Violet Witch. So magic is involved somehow. I needed to get my coin back so I could undo this! It must still be at my own house. Shit! I just realized why the alarm clock went off. Richard worked today! He had perfect attendance and never uses his PTO, so not going in was gonna look suspicious. I glanced at the clock and realized I only had 20 minutes. 

Even though I'd love to see Richard be humiliated by going to work in his underwear, I decided that it wasn't worth attracting attention so I looked through his clothes to put on a work uniform. I found a pair of boxers and accidently flashed myself when I completely forgot I didn't have my own dick either. It was all wrinkly, but honestly a lot bigger than I thought. No. I was not about to get horny over Richard's dick! I found what he normally wore to work and put the rest on. I found tucking the shirt was more difficult than usual, as I had to pull it over my belly.

I guess I could make this work…for now. I hated to admit it, but Richard wasn't all that bad looking. It was his personality and habits that made him so repulsive, but now that I was in control of him, he didn't look all that bad. Maybe I could even turn things around for now and do something nice for the people I know he hates. I grabbed the car keys on the nearby table, and drove to work.

I walked in the store, put Richard's nametag on, and clocked in. I nearly started walking to the bakery area but stopped myself. I guess I'm really going to have to be a greeter for a day. This feels humiliating. I made my way to the front entrance and just stood there, waiting for customers to enter or exit.

Soon enough customers began arriving and I tried my best to act like Richard, though one customer asked if I was all right because I guess I overdid it. I didn't ask any customers to show their receipts though, because I might as well take advantage of being a greeter. I noticed Domingo at the checkout and when he bagged up his groceries, he approached me first instead of the door. He hastily grabbed his receipt and started showing it to me. I wasn't about to let this happen.

“No no it's ok. You don't have to show me the receipt anymore.”

“No?” He looked shocked.

“Checking receipts is stupid anyway. I don't need to do it anymore.”

“Really? I can go?”

“Yep! Have a good day.” It was unnerving seeing him so scared at the sight of me, but he smiled like normally did as he put the receipt back in the bag and walked out.

As I moved towards the break room to take my break, I noticed someone who looked awfully familiar walk through the door. It was…me! I mean Richard. It must've been; if I was in his body, he must've been in mine. It became more obvious by the way he was walking, taking big steps as if he was used to having his gut swinging around…like mine was now. God I hated this. I had to talk to him to sort things out. He smirked as I approached.

“Hey!”

“Oh it's you. I mean me. I mean,” he paused for a second and rounded his mouth into an even bigger smile, which looked uncanny with my face. “The old me.”

“What do you mean ‘the old you’”?

“Well seeing as I'm much younger now, while you're much older, I think the term is appropriate.”

“Well yeah, but not for long. I'm going to switch us back.”

“Oh no you're not! I may have preferred being white, but I’m enjoying youth again! Oh, and don't worry. I saw that coin thing and that letter this morning, and I made sure it would never see the light of day again. You got that…Richard?” 

He called me that in the same mocking tone that I always use to call him. I can't believe this!

“Y-you can't do this! I had a future!”

“That's my future now old man. You know maybe I could be a model with these looks. Maybe make one of those, what do you kids call it? OnlyFans?”

God no, I'm an artist, not a pornstar. He can't do this!

“The greeter is a real fun job, Richard. Enjoy it. You're hired!”

[ordinary-barbie]

give me more than just butterflies. jean x reader

summary: you and Jean have been dating for a few months now and you’re thinking about how good a dad he would be someday. maybe, just maybe… title is from "juno" by sabrina carpenter.

tags: jean x fem!reader, mentions of pregnancy, lots of fluff, oral (m and f receiving), pet names (babe and baby), slight breeding/pregnancy kink, jean and reader are in their late 20s here

minors and ageless DNI! 18+ only, please.

Dating Jean Kirstein made you feel like you'd won the lottery.

Obviously, he was an absolute dreamboat looks-wise. You loved his tall, muscular build, soft ash-brown hair and light brown eyes, not to mention a smile that could rival the sun in wattage. In another life, he could make a killing as an Abercrombie model.

However, it's his personality that really made you fall for him. He's impossibly sweet and kind yet has a strong sarcastic streak you love. He adores you, of course, but also loves his friends (even though Sasha and Connie in particular drive him nuts sometimes) and would do anything for his mama. Of course Jean wasn't perfect; he had his flaws, but when it comes to boyfriends, you couldn't see how you could do any better.

You and Jean had been dating for almost a year now. You'd met him through Hinge; dating apps had always seemed a bit scary to you, but one of your best friends convinced you to put yourself out there. You were charmed by his witty answers to his profile prompts and very attracted to his pictures. It turned out that he was utterly charming even through text, and after one date at a local Italian restaurant Jean adored, you were absolutely smitten (and the feeling was mutual). The two of you have been dating for nine months now, in absolute bliss.

Life was good right now, but your mind couldn't help drifting to thoughts of the future, especially after you and Jean went to see his best friend Marco's new baby boy. Callum was an absolute cutie, with his dad's dark brown hair and nose but his mom's bright blue eyes.

"Hey babe, could you get a pic of me with Cal?" Jean asked. He had Callum perfectly cradled in his arms and you just about melted at the sight. Jean looked so at peace holding the baby, like this was second nature to him. You quickly took your phone out of your pocket and took a candid snap of your boyfriend lovingly gazing at the baby, then another one where he looked directly at the camera, smiling softly.

Jean passed Callum back to Marco's wife Adelaide, then peeked over your shoulder to see the photos you took. "These are perfect," he said, beaming. "Thanks, baby."

Marco and Adelaide hurried over to see the photos and "aww"ed over them, making Jean's cheeks flush with pink. "It's amazing how much the guy who used to shotgun whipped cream in high school looks like a dad here," Marco joked.

You snickered, but after the laughter subsided, you couldn't help but agree with Marco. Jean looked so comfortable with Callum; if anyone didn't know any better, they'd think Jean was posing with his own son.

The image of Jean holding Marco's son stayed in your mind for days after that visit. You'd been on the fence about having kids, not sure if you wanted to go through the whole ordeal of pregnancy or if you'd even make a halfway-decent mother. But seeing Jean cradling a baby had stirred a desire in you. Maybe having a kid wouldn't be so bad...especially if it was with Jean.

You were nowhere near ready to have a kid right now, but the idea of having a baby with Jean somewhere down the line was sounding more and more appealing. Jean was pretty much the hottest person alive, and it would be cool if some baby was lucky enough to get some of his genes. The only issue was actually telling your desired baby daddy. What if he got scared off by you already dreaming of having kids with him? You hadn't even been together for a year yet. You decided to squash that dream of yours for the moment, not wanting to freak him out.

You were in bliss. Jean had come over to watch Howl's Moving Castle ("It's a crime that you haven't seen it!" you insisted), but as soon as the credits started rolling, he'd pulled you onto his lap and pressed soft, slow kisses to your neck. You sighed, happily, grinding yourself against Jean and making him gasp.

"Babe, watch it," he spoke in a strained voice. "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna go crazy, and I don't think I have a condom with me."

You were so horny you couldn't think straight. "I don't care, you can finish inside me," you blurted out.

Jean flushed bright red, saying your name with a gasp. "Um, while I would love to do that, I'm not tryin' to get you pregnant right now. I know you're on the pill, but better safe than sorry, you know?"

Jean's words tugged at your heartstrings. What a man! He could be so anxious when it came to sex at times, but you knew it was because he deeply cared for you and wanted to make sure you were happy and safe. And he was right; this would not be the right time to have a baby.

Your hidden thought popped back into your head. Fuck it, why not just tell him? He'd given you the perfect opening. "I appreciate that, Jean. But one day I do want to have kids with you. I don't know when, but I've been thinking about this for a while, and I want you to make me a mom."

When Jean stayed silent for a few moments, you got nervous. Then his eyes started to well up with tears. "Babe, are - are you sure this is what you want? I mean, I'm so down for this, but I know when we first started dating, you were on the fence about children."

You were so relieved that your irrational fears about Jean's reaction hadn't played out. "Yes, I'm sure. I've been sure ever since that day two weeks ago when we met Marco's baby and I took those pictures of you holding him," you answered, your voice shaking with emotion. "I know we haven't even been together a year yet and maybe this is too soon to be talking about this but - I want it. A house and a family, with you."

Jean wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and peppered your face with kisses. "Babe, I love you so much. I wouldn't want to start a family with anyone else."

"Well I should certainly hope not," you joked, needing to lighten up the moment a little bit. Jean laughed before burying his face into the side of your neck and nuzzling you.

It was a tender moment, interrupted by a particular something poking you in the side. "Jean. Did you really get hard because I told you I want to have your babies one day?" You couldn't help but giggle.

Jean lifted his head from your neck, looking sheepish. "I'm sorry babe. I just pictured you being pregnant and...I guess I got excited."

You lightly punched your boyfriend in the arm, pretending to be scandalized. "Jean Kirstein, you are a pervert!" You couldn't lie that it was a little bit hot that he would still find your pregnant body desirable, to be honest.

Jean smirked at you. "Can't help it. You're gonna be the hottest mom in the neighborhood, baby."

Zing. Jean's words went straight to your core. You lifted yourself off of his lap and sank down to your knees on the floor, looking for permission before you unbuttoned your boyfriend's pants.

"Babe, what are you doing?" he questioned with a chuckle, though there was a dark glint in his eye.

"Well, I was thinking, if we can't have sex right now, we can still do...other stuff. And I figured I’d help take care of your little problem.” You flashed him a coy smile.

Jean groaned before unbuttoning his pants and letting you take his length into your mouth. He moaned your name, looking like he was trying not to bust a nut right then and there.

"What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?" Jean asked, his eyes shut with pleasure as you sucked him off and fondled his balls. You giggled before pulling your mouth off of him and kissed the tip of his dick, causing Jean to let out a guttural growl.

Before you could return to your blowjob, Jean had joined you on the floor, capturing your lips in a deep kiss before smooching his way down your body.

It was your turn to ask, "Babe, what are you doing?" Even though you knew damn well what was about to happen, and your body tingled with an excited energy.

"It's only fair that I return the favor, babe," Jean said, casually pulling your underwear to the side before diving in like a starving man.

Yep, you'd definitely won the lottery with Jean Kirstein. And you had a feeling that things would get even better once the two of you were actually ready to try for a baby.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: afab Character: WBP 4 main Commanders (by request, "whoever I could fit", and the answer was, apparently, yes.) Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Mafia AU Prompt: Forced Proximity (get-a-long shirt) Gift Giver: @swanbrooke

Summary: Marco's mad, Ace has to pee, and Izou and Thatch have a solution that doesn't involve you going into the bathroom with Ace.

Content Notes: no peeing occurs in this fic. foursome, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, messy kiss, cum play, mdni

(I try so hard to keep the drabbles short for these kinds of events, but gods willing I will I re-write this some day because it should be a 5k minimum honestly)

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Marco roughly shoves the oversized shirt over you and Ace, holding it, and you both, snugly in place for a long moment. You can see the vein on his forehead throbbing, and the angry twitch in his smile.

“You two will stay in that until I tell you otherwise, yoi!” He barks more than he means to, looking you both in the eyes before letting go of the shirt. “You’re both members of this Family, and you’ll have to figure out how to get along.”

You and Ace exchange glances, watching Marco stomp away. “If anyone comes to me complaining about you two bickering again today, you’ll really be punished, so appreciate this and reflect!” He calls out in warning.

You both sigh, but there’s nothing to be done. It’s not like you’d been arguing in malice anyway. You and Ace just tended to get a little hot under the collar when you got into a discussion. There were no hard feelings.

Not as far as you knew, at least.

“Hey.” You prompt, looking over at Ace. He looks at you and raises a brow. “We’re cool, yeah?”

Ace laughs. “Yeah! Man, Marco really got to you, huh?”

You grin. “I think we really got to him, honestly. He’s pretty overworked, isn’t he?”

Ace snorts. “Understatement of the year.”

“Ah, I wanna do something for him that isn’t going to accidentally backfire.” You murmur as Ace picks you up and starts walking. “Where are we going?”

“I need to take a leak.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Roaring, you squirm to be let down.

“I’m not going to piss my pants!” Ace shouts back.

“Fucking hold it in!” You wiggle enough Ace loses his balance and you both topple over. “You should’ve said something to him when he put the shirt on us! You’re not dragging me into the john with you!”

“You want me to pee on you?”

“I want you to put that iron bladder to work, you-.” You stop, and both of you look up to see Izou giving you an odd look.

“… Get-a-long shirt?” He prompts and you both nod. “Marco’s not unreasonable, I’m sure you can take it off for a minute to use the bathroom.”

You and Ace exchange glances again and look back up to Izou quietly.

“Oh.” His brows raise and he laughs. “You actually angered him, huh? Alright, well, I suppose I offer a possible solution.”

“You’re a commander like Marco, can’t you like, decree a five-minute break or something?” You question and Izou shakes his head.

“In this situation? Heavens no.” Izou waves his hand. “I was going to point out that when you orgasm it usually calms your bladder down.”

You and Ace both go quiet, but Izou’s expression doesn’t change, and he doesn’t offer anything different. It’s not like you’re against the idea of sex, but the small problem you’re facing right now is that you’ve been crushing on a few people in the “Family” and Ace is one of them.

Izou is another.

“… What’s the worst Marco can do?”

“Oi! Are you saying you’d rather face Marco’s anger than have sex?” Ace grumbles.

Suddenly Ace was too close. You flinch, but you can’t bring yourself to worm out of the shirt. Instead you hide your face inside the shirt and try your very best to disappear. Marco’s another, and the idea of him punishing you is suddenly entirely too overwhelming.

Ace tugs on the collar, looking into the shirt. “Y’alright in there?”

“No.”

“Seems our sweet little flower is sweet on you, Ace.” Izou says. There’s a teasing sound in his voice, but there’s also something else you can’t place.

“On… me?” Ace blinks.

“… Not just you.” You mutter from inside the shirt. “Don’t get a big head or anything.”

“Phrasing.” Ace quips and you smack his chest. “Ow!”

“Mm, and who else would be included?” Izou prompts. “You’re already mortified little flower, you might as well get it over with.”

“… Thatch.” You admit, sighing. “… Marco.” You nearly weep his name, he’s so mad at you and Ace, and there’s no way he, or even Thatch - who treats you like such a kid - sees you that way anyway. “And…” Your stomach is doing flips. You’re either going to die of embarrassment, or get kicked out of the Family.

You poke your head back out and look up at Izou. It only takes him a second and his eyes widen a little before a truly delighted smile crosses his face. “Oh-ho.”

“Greedy for someone so small, ain’tcha?” Ace teases and you glare at him until he has mercy on you. You and Ace work together to get back on your feet.

“Greedy for me?” Thatch asks and you duck back into the t-shirt as Ace ruffles your hair. “D’aww, and shy about it too.” He grins and looks over to Izou. “So what started this anyway?”

And now, here you were.

Inside the shirt and on your back, Ace buried balls deep inside you, stretching the collar of your shared shirt to its limits. You’d pulled your hands into the shirt so Ace could hold himself up easier, and Thatch was buried in Ace’s ass to “help” him out. Izou’s cock was between yours and Ace’s mouths, the two of you giving it as much attention as you could.

There’s a loud crack and Ace yelps before thrusting into you so roughly that you cry out too.

“Don’t get distracted kitty-licking Izou,” Thatch says, grabbing your legs and pushing them back. The shift makes Ace’s angle better and helps Thatch drive him deeper. “Focus on getting her off before you pop, Ace.”

Izou grabs a fistful of Ace’s hair and forces his lips against his cock, fucking himself against both of your mouths at the same time. “And don’t argue either.” He commands.

“She’s,” Ace gasps, voice a mess as he’s trying to keep up with Thatch’s pace, and please Izou. “Teasing… my nipples!” he finally manages.

“Mine too!” you add. “M’not that mean.”

“Oh?” Izou intones. He pulls Ace’s head back again, stroking himself as he enjoys the view of the two of you under him. “Open your mouth, pretty little flower, and keep your tongue out.”

You do as instructed, breath falling out of your mouth as pleasure builds between your thighs. This was not how you’d expected things to go, but you were too far gone to feel embarrassed, let alone complain. The only way it could be better would be for Marco to be involved, but you weren’t sure you could survive all of them at once.

“Fuck, this is hot.” Ace gasps. He’s wrapped his feet against Thatch’s calves and is finally getting some leverage, grinding into your clit as Izou cums on your lips and tongue.

“Appreciate the gift I’m giving you,” Izou says, pushing Ace toward your mouth. “I’d rather be the one kissing those sweet stained lips right now, but you need to thank her for playing with you.”

Ace doesn’t hesitate. He licks your tongue before kissing you deeply, the bitter and salty taste of Izou’s cum shared between you. Your arms are around Ace’s back, and you squeak into the kiss, moaning as he presses in even deeper.

Your fingers flex against his back and you claw at him, sucking in desperate slips of air between sloppy, wet, tongue-heavy kisses as you orgasm against his cock. Your toes curl and your legs tighten and Thatch pushes them back a little more, railing heavy into Ace until he breaks the kiss.

Your sweet cries fill the room as swears fall from Ace’s lips. His hips stutter and he fills you up. Thatch isn’t far behind, the slow deep finishing thrusts of his hips making you and Ace whimper beneath him.

“You cum like a fire hose,” Ace huffs, looking over his shoulder at Thatch as the older man pulls out.

“Says the guy leaking out of me.” You sigh, a blissful smile on your face as the two of you fall into a relaxed fit of giggles.

“When I said I wanted you two to get along,” Marco says, his voice tinged with a bemused edge. “This wasn’t what I was expecting, yoi.” He’s leaning against the doorway, eyes holding your gaze. You’re practically begging him to join in, but before you can form the words, Izou lends you a hand.

“Ah, Marco. Perfect timing.” Izou offers. “Just in time for round two.”

[rei-ismyname]

Logan tried to murder Chuck. What then?

After the sun set on Krakoa and the dust settled, Charles Xavier surrendered himself to 'human authorities.' He was being transported to his super prison built by Reed Snitchards and Tony Nark when...

Logan came to kill him in a very unsubtle way. Surely those guards died or at minimum suffered serious permanent injuries. What little we get of his motivation is an objection to Chuck's time as Sentinel X - killing a bunch of humans. Logan Behavior, basically. Certainly hypocrisy.

Pretty stylish entrance though, The Shining style. He's just about to gut him after Chuck declines explaining himself or speaking at all. Keep in mind resurrection Protocols just phased into another dimension - Logan is aiming to kill Xavier permanently (comic book permanent obviously) here despite the fact he's going to prison for life. He'd actually be subverting punitive state justice here.

I hardly need to say that this is pretty extreme for Logan. He's killed countless people, but for the last few decades he's worshipped the ground Charles walks on. After AvX, when Chuck committed suicide by Phoenix, Logan appointed himself the custodian of 'the dream' and ran the school (though he renamed it after Jean because he's a creepy and petty man.) Cyclops is often held up as Chuck's heir, but I think Logan is just as much. (Though Jean and Storm beat them both out and surpass him.) Maybe this is a hypocritical broken pedestal moment.

Magneto objects, freezing him in place and proclaiming 'no more martyrs.'

Did you know 9/10 failed murderers say 'cripes?'

Then he yeets him out of the prison and levitates it so he can't get back in. Mags and Chuck have a chat and we see nothing of Logan until Wolverine #1.

These people all need therapy. Emotional intelligence so low.

That murderous unilateral motivation seems to have cooled - 'Charles doin' what he did' is third on his list of things that took their toll. Not to minimise his pain, but everyone else has experienced those things too. Many had it worse. Scott, for example, was tortured for six months with his eyes sewn shut and a broken back (which... healed somehow.) If someone else was doing this he'd call them out at best, more likely he'd tell them to get over it. This is #Logan Behavior, though it's weird he doesn't mention Daken's death.

Brief aside - was he truly needed in the pack? I can't see what use a throng of wolves would have for a naked guy with opposite sleep patterns, very different dietary requirements, and the inability to breed with them. His presence got them killed. He was tolerated at best, more likely an imposition. Kevin Costner motherfucker.

I'm 99% sure this is next chronologically. Scott says Logan was 'in the area so he asked him to investigate' - 'the area' being Santo Marco, a fictional South American country that Magneto briefly conquered in 1963. The X-Men answered his distress call.

No mention of Chuck here, and he greets Scott warmly. No thank you though. They patch him up back at the Factory. Looks like he does have use for X-Men.

Wolverine can absolutely give up. It's his thing.

From 'I never should have left the woods' this has to be after Wolverine #1, but before Uncanny X-Men #1-4, because that takes place over a few days and the phone call between Rogue and Scott implies so. We only get the end of this conversation, but it's very safe to assume it was a soft recruitment offer and assumption of a family relationship. No mention of Chuck here either. He claims he's done, citing Krakoa as a loss. It is a loss, but it also bought back the 16 million Genoshan dead and established a mutant paradise in a heaven dimension - one he could have gone to.

Also, Logan didn't build shit. He had nothing to do with Genosha, in fact he opposed and obstructed it. He bailed on Utopia and the narrative kept genocidal threats away from the school. He had little to do with building Krakoa itself and while he went on the missions he was asked to, he remained a skeptic the entire time. He didn't trust the island and lived on the moon in a polycule. Anyway, he tells Scott not to come looking for him. I promise you he wouldn't say that to Jean.

Sure, stay in the woods, idiot. Get more wolves killed.

She's right, they're not strategists.

Looks like he's fine hanging out with Rogue and Gambit. Rogue seemed fine with joining Cyclops and co, but doesn't argue at all when Logan (who is hours away from leaving and has no intention of staying) shoots it down for... reasons? They were X-Men enough when they rescued him from Santo Marco, ingrate.

Neither should struggle to imagine a community 'run' by Scott Summers. Logan has been living with him for at least 3 years and he wasn't everywhere when Logan and Jean were banging. Rogue was on a Krakoan X-Men team with Scott and he and Jean prepped new leaders and stepped back. They all considered themselves Krakoan and Scott 'lived to serve.' How does it end this way? The Chuck question answers itself, though Logan doesn't say 'I wish Magneto didn't stop me killing him' or something. Scott? Uhhh, you took this misanthrope's grumbling as gospel. Go to Alaska and say hi! Or maybe he'll call you. Kate? Uhm, she just told you. She broke in Fall of X, you know this.

Interestingly, Logan uses the term 'fill Chuck's chair.' I thought he was quitting the parts that don't work? 'Why do you even want to?' should be self explanatory. Rogue receives a phone call after this from Scott, and she says he's 'the last person she wants to speak to.' Maybe Logan is right and he shouldn't be around people. He infected Rogue with Scott haterism very quickly.

The Outliers show up and less than a day later he leaves, heading for the nearest forest. Even the swamp hag that guts him thinks he's a whining bitch. Logan is aware that Rogue's group are planning a prison break, that children are being hunted, though it doesn't stop him leaving.

Put all this together and it paints a very human portrait of a traumatized person pushing everyone away, albeit in the most immature way possible. This is what Magneto referred to when he said Logan Behavior, and he's right. If I was talking about a real life person it'd be unforgivably callous, but I'm not. I wrote this piece to interrogate his continuity from Krakoa to FTA, and I was expecting it to make less sense to be honest. As I said, this is textbook trauma response. It portrays that well, but the whiplash of Logan going from 'murder Chuck no matter the collateral damage' to 'Chuck did bad things but Cyclops is worse - don't be friends with him, Rogue' is severe and unsatisfying.

Uncanny #700 was one of the last things written for Krakoa, so it's likely that information wasn't available for FTA writers. Except Logan and Kate had both sworn they'd kill Chuck with plenty of notice, so I don't think that deserves a pass. Is anyone surprised by this? Maybe I should just write a post that says 'From The Ashes doesn't care about smooth continuity and has clumsily broken up these teams by fiat. Just ask Havok, Polaris, Angel, Storm, Omega Red, Jubilee and Shogo, etc etc. Also, it's pretty fucking mid' and pin it on my Tumblr.

That's no fun though. Even when it sucks, when it's safe and nostalgic, when everything you loved has been swept away and replaced with cardboard cutouts, when it's 'fine I guess', and even when it's great; the play's the thing. I love the X-Men and fans have as much ownership of the story as anyone. Not entitlement, just the right to be a part of the narrative, close to the characters. I find it fun and if I ever don't I'll stop (or spend a few years covering Krakoa). I hope you do too. Importantly, you should be critical of the things you love in good faith. As for Marvel the capitalist entity - all bets are off. Fuck em. They do it for the money, we do it for the love.

[melanieph321]

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 4)

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Deal Breaker Part 2/3

18+

PART 1 PART 3

Summary - Reader meets Kenan during dinner at her house.

Enjoy! 🤭

Dinner went accordingly, with your dad and the investor conversating vigorously over empty plates.

You made the motion to get up and help your mother clear the table ahead of the dessert, but to this, you were immediately sat back down with a stern glare. Your mother made it very clear that she wanted you to continue entertaining the investors' son. Kenan was his name.

What you had gathered about him from what had been said around the dinner table, was that the two of you were almost the same age, Kenan surpassing you by two years. He also played professional football, which was pretty cool for anyone growing up in Italy. Except Kenan didn't grow up in Italy. Because of his father's job, his family constantly travled the world. Kenan has played football for teams all over Europe, and on top of that, he was more than easy on the eyes. At least that's what your mind gathred after two glasses of red wine.

Your parents often let you drink during these dinners. Perhaps because they knew how tormenting it was for you to keep up an act in the same way that they did.

"So, Kenan...?" You smiled, alerting the boy's attention, drawing it away from the deal that was going on between his dad and yours. He was happily surprised to be addressed by you. "Care for a tour of the house?" You suggested.

"Sure." He nodded.

It may have seem like a kind gesture of you. However, you were simply following a script. Your dad's twitching leg told you that he was about to close the deal with the investor. Hence, your cue to remove any distractions from the table. The distraction being you and Kenan.

You only gave him a brief tour of the house. The red wine left you too drowsy to give him the full experience of your arrogantly large home.

"And this is our dining room upstairs." You told him, as the two of you lingered in the door frame. "We rarely eat in here, but as a child, my friends and I would throw sheets over the table and make this room our own imaginary camp ground."

"How sweet." Kenan smiled, his eyes as piercing as his father's. He didn't quite smile with his lips, but with a combination of his lips and eyes, which slightly intimidated you.

"Shall we return downstairs?" You said, shutting the door behind you. The two of you were left standing in the hallway with a path of closed doors, making up the way towards the stairs.

"What about your bedroom?"

"M...my bedroom?" You swallowed, mouth suddenly gone dry. "You want to see my bedroom, right now?"

"If you have one," Kenan grinned, a grin that reminded you of Marco. It was mischievous and daring. Ultimately, the sexiest grin that you had ever come across. Perhaps that's what made you do it, seeing as Kenan was obviously your type. You were obviously his type, too, by the way his lips clinged to your neck as soon as the two of you were confined inside of your bedroom.

"Slow down." You gasped.

Kenan raised his head, his hair tousled from your hands. "Why?"

Your eyes widened, your body pressed to the door. "Well, you don't want our parents to hear us, do you?"

He grinned. "Baby, you're the only one of us making noises."

You gasped. But before you could throw back an equal degrading insult, Kenan found a way to shut you up himself, sticking his tongue into your mouth.

You made out against the door, occasionally banging on the wood as Kenan's legs between your thighs jerked you upwards, his hips thrusting against yours.

Things were getting heated, quickly, and by the time you sat on top of him on the bed, the two of you had managed to strip yourself of your clothes, leaving the two of you to stare at each other in only your underwear.

"Do you have condoms?" Kenan asked, his hands squeezing your hips.

"No. Do you?"

"No."

"Great. Then I guess this is as far as it goes." You made the montion to get off of him. However, Kenan's grip around your waist tightened, his piercing gaze looking up at you. "Stay. I like you on top of me."

You chuckled, but made a grind of your hips to please the bulge in his underwear that teased your clit.

"Mmmm. Just like that." Kenan purred.

You continued to move against him, the pleasure it gave you potentially building up for an orgasm. Kenan, however, wasn't kidding when he said that he liked having you on top of him. His groping hands went under the lace of your bra, cupping your breasts in his palms as you moaned and groaned with the sensation.

"That's it baby, finish for me."

"I'm.....I'm...."

"Come for me baby. Come for me hard."

You grinded your hips against his dick with a burning force. It would be your first time coming in this way. Marco would've never watched on while you reached your climax without him. Kenan, however, took pleasure in seeing you lose your mind on top of him. How you spirald from a class act as a faultless daughter to a promiscuous and reckless deal breaker.

"Fuck." You groand, regret washing over you along with the shame. Kenan, on the other hand chuckled against your neck.

You lay slumped down on top of him, his hard dick still twitching between your legs. Somewhere under a pillow, your phone vibrated.

"Aren't you gonna get that, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that." You snorted and pushed off of Kenan to lay on your back beside him. You searched for your phone and didn't bother to see who the caller was as you picked up. "Hello?"

"Y/N, it's me." Tati's voice sparked through the other end.

"I know." You muttered, judging by the hour.

"I'm outside, where are you?"

"Not coming. We've been over this, Tati."

"Dammit, Y/N. Arctic Monkeys. Say it with me. Arctic. Monkeys."

A grin spread on your lips. Her persistence was indeed admirable.

"Please, Y/N, if you don't want to go because of Marco. Please go because of me, your best friend."

"Are you trying to reverse psychology me?"

"Is it working?"

"No."

"Ugh! You are unbelievable."

You laughed, for a second forgetting that you weren't alone.

Kenan had gone to pull his pants back up, the bulge no longer visible. He watched you where you lay on the bed, half naked with a phone pressed to your ear.

"Erm....Tati, I've got to go."

"Thirty minutes." She said. "I'll wait for thirty minutes and then I'm heading for the concert by myself."

"Have fun. " You cheered and hung up the phone.

There was an akward pause between you and Kenan as the memories of your previous occupation dawned on you. Nevertheless, Kenan was the first one to break the silence.

"I think the desserts ready."

"Right, fuck."

You jumped out of bed and rushed to put your clothes on. As you scrambled for your things like an escort in Vegas, Kenan took the liberty to interrogate you about the phone call you just took. "Was that your friend on the phone?"

"Jupp, my best friend. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it sounded like she wanted you to meet her outside."

You paused, your dress halfway pulled up to your stomach. You regarded Kenan in the same way he regarded you, curiosuly, slightly tempted. "Haven't your mother told you how rude it is to eavesdrop?"

"My mother is dead."

"Oh."

You batted your eyes at him. Baffled.

"Forgive me, I had no idea."

"That's because I didn't tell you." He grinned.

"Is that funny to you, making people feel akward about your dead mother?"

"A little." He shrugged.

You scoffed and continued to put on your dress. The blue ribbon for your hair had been ripped off and tossed into a corner somewhere. You had to come up with a lie as to why you took it off. Perhaps that the draft on your shoulders was getting a bit cold.

"So what does she want?" Kenan asked, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you get dressed. What a dick he turned out to be.

"Who?" You frowned.

"Your friend."

"Oh." You didn't feel like explaining, but didn't so anyways. "Well, she got us tickets to see this band, Arctic Monkeys, they're called. They have a show playing here in Turin tonight."

"Cool."

"Yeah. However, I'm not going."

"Why not?" Kenan watched you struggle to zip up your dress, stepping up to help you himself.

You turned around, a bit surprised by his kind gesture, wondering if the bad boy, good son, was all included in his act. The same act that everyone in this house was taking part in tonight.

"My ex is going to be there, and I don't want to see him." You admitted, just as Kenan finished zipping you up.

He chuckled in response. "Well, that's stupid."

You turned around and noted the smug look on his face, and just as you were about to give him a piece of your mind about guys like him, a knock on the door interrupted you.

"Kid's, desserts ready!" Your mother squealed.

You looked to Kenan, and he looked to you, the glance you shared laced with amusment.

"I guess that's our cue." He grinned and grabbed your hand before reaching for the door.

PART 1 PART 3

DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 1)

(DAY 2)

(DAY 3)

[base0h]

⚠️It’s a really bit suggestive so if you don’t comfortable with that ignore it⚠️

Hello! I have a idea with shanks, mihawk and marco they fight against the reader (they are « enemy ») and the reader does not STOP flirting with him ? Like

« sorry, I don’t want to damage your beautiful face ;) »

« stabbing my heart won't make it stop beating for you, charming man »

"Wait..your kinda hot with this move »

«  do you have a girlfriend, pretty boy? »

Or / and a lot of Nickname

Babe

Darling

Pretty

Love

Little boy

⚠️It’s a really bit suggestive so if you don’t comfortable with that ignore it⚠️

Thanks if you make this 🧡

a/n - oh- 👀 mihawk is not having reader’s shit 💀 im so sorry this took so long anon :’)

Warnings ⚠️ - language, g/n flirty asf reader, a bit suggestive with shanks

hey pretty boy <3

- Tall, strong, quiet, intimidating

- He was different! than the other weak mfs you’ve fought before

- He managed to pin you down, the very tip of his blade barely poking the side of your neck. His necklace hung low, almost tickling the tip of your nose

- “Damn, didn’t expect you to move so quickly, take it easy.” You said with a cheeky smirk, easily pushing him off with your feet, being careful not to injure his rather perfectly symmetrical face

- The man seemed a tad bit confused, but also slightly annoyed. Inside, he didn’t really enjoy the compliments, but he didn’t know that you had a shit ton more to give him

- He continued to fight you in complete silence, not a sound coming out of his mouth

- “Not talking? You’re so shy- I don’t bite!” You said with a grin, pinning one of his arms down with the bottom of your foot, your knee pressing into his chest rather harshly, constricting him like a snake

- The man looked irritated, he was contemplating whether to just yield so you’d leave him and his island alone, or to continue this rather “enjoyable” fight

- because you were strong, it was the only thing keeping him from walking away.. But he had to admit, you were extremely good looking for an enemy

- “Oop- don’t wanna scratch that pretty face of yours.” You said, moving your blades away from his face with a charming smile, poking his nose like a child. Mihawk had one singular expression that said everything his mind meant to say out loud

- 😑😐😑😐

- you only laughed at his reaction to your words, this guy was funny-

- you had no intentions of leaving him alone though, not for a while at least

- you just had to continue to annoy him with your compliments for just a bit longer 🙃

- it wasn’t everyday you came across an emperor of the sea

- The few interactions you’ve had with them were limited to bloody fights and insulting banter

- You had never gotten the chance to meet the red haired shanks in person before, what an amazing opportunity

- and god he was even more handsome in person..

- That same messy red hair, the long coat, ugly ass pants, cool shoes

- Yep, that was him…

- Honestly you only wanted to fight him because you thought he was cute-

- He smiled at you all the way throughout your battle, your blades clashing together in front of your faces

- You moved your blade away from his face, making sure not to accidentally cut him

- “Moving away so soon??” Shanks asked with a smirk, continuing to press his sword into yours

- “Nah, just don’t wanna hurt your pretty little face.” You said with a giggle, taking your other free hand and pinching the man’s cheeks playfully

- you’ve happened to find the most flirty emperor ever known, red-haired shanks

- You were strong enough to hold your own against this emperor, and honestly it was one of the most fun fights you’ve ever had

- “Mmm, well then, why won’t we put the swords down, hm?” Shanks asked, pinning you to the ground, strands of his red hair tickling your cheeks as his hand held your blade to the ground

- “Off topic- but do you have an s/o or anything?..” You asked with a grin, making Shanks laugh, standing up and allowing you to stand as well

- You held your blade to his heart, the tip of your swords barely touching his shirt, but he held his to your chest at the same exact time, your blades able to kill each other in an instant if needed

- “Stabbing me won’t make my heart stop beating for you, redhead.” You said with a cheeky smile, making him smirk back with a light chuckle

- “I have a name you know, I’d prefer a pretty person like you to call me Shanks.” He replied softly, still holding the tip of his blade to your chest

- “Ok then, Shanks.. How shall we start this?”

- The Whitebeard pirates were notorious, but the officer you were fighting was entirely different

- You weren’t interested in the entire crew anymore, only this man, the Phoenix

- You immediately took a liking to him, not just because of how handsome he was, but how strong he was

- The battle was tense, not one side was better than the other, it was such an equal standing

- Marco took a liking to you, your strength impressed him, and also… your looks too.

- Right when you charged forward, his flaming wings ready to intercept your attack, you stopped right before you were able to knee him in the face, causing him to be confused

- “I don’t wanna break that cute little nose of yours!” You said with a cute smile, landing behind him, then kicking him in his lower back harshly, a crack of his spine being heard loud and clear

- He chuckled softly, a light blush forming on his cheeks, no one ever called his nose “cute” before-

- You laughed at his reaction, he was so cute when he blushed… “Aw, you’re such a cute little birdie.” You said playfully, holding your blades in each hand, ready to defend against his incoming attacks

- Your words were distracting him, no one ever called him cute! How was he supposed to react?! Usually the man was so level headed and calm… But now?

- with someone as gorgeous and strong as you, calling him cute? God he could just hear those words forevermore-

- he was slipping, and after his last attack, you pinned him to the ground, your hands clad in busoshoku haki, preventing him from moving away

- “So… you got an s/o?” You asked curiously, raising your eyebrows with hopeful eyes

- He was frozen, what kind of enemy were you-?? The compliment master?

- well you’ve succeeded- the poor bird can’t even find words to say

- “Uh- no…? But aren’t you supposed to kill me?” He asked with a confused expression

- you laughed at his words, god he was such a cute guy

- “Things can change, right?”

a/n - this was sitting in my drafts until I finally got the courage to post it 👌 I’m so bad at writing for Marco 😭

[count-alucard-tepes]

What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

[possibilistfanfiction]

surgeons au word prompt - "breathless"

[early days, also if u like climbing this is a bonus fun one lol]

//

you’re already kind of gassed when beatrice gets to the gym, mostly hanging out on the mat with marco and watching jehan slip from a hold on a new v6 over and over again. 

the first time you met beatrice, a few years ago, when she had just moved and was new to the gym, she had climbed a few lower grades and stretched and then quietly and calmly puzzled her way through a hard v7 that you’d been trying to send for days. she’s, like, totally sick and also really reserved, so it’s extra cool when she sits with you and asks about how your landscaping job is going or how your cat is enjoying the new perch you’d gotten, always remembering the most important parts of all the stupid shit you tell her. 

you — and the rest of the guys, too — have also been trying to set her up for, like, two years now. in your opinion, you’d had the best shot with lucia, who you’d flirted with at the coffee shop next door until she laughed kindly and told you she wasn’t interested in men. which, totally cool, because obviously, no offense to jehan, but his sister kind of sucks, so of course that was going to be a bust with someone as cool as beatrice. 

disappointingly, though, she and lucia had decided to just be friends, a huge bummer because beatrice would’ve had a hot girlfriend and danny would’ve owed you twenty bucks, but it’s cool. she climbs on her days off from work — it’s, like, fucking wild to actually know a surgeon — and blows you all out of the water with what seems like just a moderate amount of effort. 

today, though — in addition to the free barbecue your boss had bought for lunch — fucking rocks, because someone very pretty walks in, holding hands with beatrice and smiling as they talk animatedly, using a cane with most steps but gesturing with it when something in their conversation is extra exciting, which makes beatrice smile a smile you’ve definitely never seen before. she had very briefly mentioned a few weeks ago that she had gone on a first date, blushing profusely when you had gotten excited and then flying up a few routes in quick succession, which had made you laugh. you hadn’t gotten anything else out of her, but you’re not offended because she mostly just listens and climbs, always willing to talk you through a route that you’re struggling with that she’s sent before. 

‘hey beatrice,’ you greet, maybe too eagerly, when she stops by the cubbies to put her clogs and jacket away. 

she smiles though — not the same one as earlier, but definitely kind still. ‘hey sam.’ she turns to the person next to her, who is grinning, bouncing on their toes a little even. ’ava, this is sam, one of my friends here. sam, this is ava.’

there’s no more explanation, and you’re momentarily a little worried that ava’s feelings might get hurt, but their happy expression doesn’t change a bit, and they shake your offered hand enthusiastically.

‘i’ve been asking bea for weeks if i could come watch her climb.’

beatrice, for her part, doesn’t change course from where she’s slipping on her climbing shoes, situating a beanie — typical in general for her, but not this pale blue she has on right now — after she’d taken her hoodie off. her t-shirt is also new, worn and faded from a school you know she definitely didn’t go to, and it’s kind of, like, the best day ever. your mom always reminds you that, sometimes, you come on a little too strong when you’re excited, so you take a deep breath and remind yourself to be totally normal.

‘bea’s amazing,’ you say, normal but honest too. 

ava looks toward beatrice fondly. ‘she told me that she was competent, which, in beatrice translation, means totally fucking awesome.’

you laugh.

‘and,’ ava adds, following when beatrice nods once and then chalks her hands, keeping it all inside her bag so neatly — enviable, always — and then stands, silently, in front of a v3, ‘i imagine it’s, like, really hot.’

thankfully, beatrice doesn’t turn around, so she misses your absolute beaming smile at ava. theoretically you guess they could be friends, but you’ve never seen beatrice voluntarily touch another person in two years, so you think, for someone to get to hold beatrice’s hand, to make her happy like that, probably means they’re something. 

beatrice glides through the route, smooth and patient, just warming up, and ava sits down on the edge of the mat next to you and sighs.’ i love being right.’

you laugh. ‘that’s just a warm up for her too.’ sure enough, beatrice stretches a bit and then climbs up and down two v1s in quick and easy succession. she’s calm and fast; even if you can sometimes send routes she’s, honestly, just a little too short for, you’re fairly certain you never make things look effortless. 

‘are you gonna try climbing?’ you ask, because it’s easy and because ava’s only half paying attention to you anyway. jehan and marco start talking to beatrice about the route they’ve been stuck on, and she puts her hands on her hips and looks at it critically, ava watching the whole time.

‘nah,’ he says. ‘i’ve got a lot of hardware in my spine.’ he turns his back to you, and you see a few scars between his shoulder blades, up to the middle of his neck and going down below the hem of his tank too. 

‘dude, gnarly,’ you say, which, like, whoops, maybe, but you’re super relived when ava just laughs.

‘keeps me up and walking most days, but i don’t think i can do that.’ she gestures over to where jehan has gotten stuck, once again, on an admittedly difficult crimp on the overhang. 

‘well, to be fair,’ you say, as jehan walks over to you both in easy defeat, ‘neither can he.’

‘ha ha,’ he says, then smiles and sits down next to ava, offers his hand and introduces himself. ‘you’re here with beatrice?’

‘yeah,’ ava says, softening a little. ‘i’m her — we’re dating? i guess?’

jehan hums, taking his shoes off for a break and sitting back on his hands. ‘well, we’ve tried to set beatrice up with people for years now, and no one has really gotten past a second date, so i’d say you’re doing great.’

ava laughs, delighted. ‘we’ll circle back to all those failed dates later, because that could definitely be mostly your fault.’

‘hey—‘

‘but, i don’t know.’ ava shrugs. ‘i met her at work and things have just felt, like, really good. easy, even if she’s so quiet sometimes. makes my rambling even worse.’

you all laugh. ‘happens to the best of us,’ jehan says.

‘you’re a surgeon too?’

ava nods, a little pride straightening their spine, lifting their shoulders. ‘i’m still just an intern, but, yeah.’

‘that’s so cool,’ you say, and jehan nods in agreement. ‘jehan’s an engineer —‘

‘— very boring —‘

‘— but i barely graduated high school. i can’t imagine eight years after that, jesus christ.’

ava nods. ‘i have a phd, so even more than that.’

‘jesus christ.’

she just laughs. ‘bea was actually my boss, but i charmed her so much she admitted to the chief of surgery she “had feelings for me” and “needed me to switch to another resident’s service” so she could “pursue something.”’ the air quotes give you a moment of pause but then ava gets all soft. ‘which is awesome, because now we can actually date instead of just, like, yearn or whatever.’

‘ah, the yearning,’ marco says, joining you. ‘sounds gay.’

‘it’s about beatrice,’ you say, ’so, yeah, definitely.’

marco introduces themself and gives ava a high five. ‘are you, like, co-yearning now, or do we need to pester beatrice into committing?’

ava’s smile turns smug. ‘oh, she’s committed.’

the three of you whoop happily, which causes beatrice to turn toward all of you with a glare. it’s not intimidating, though, because her eyes are soft when she looks at ava, who shrugs with a smirk.

‘oh, you’re like, beatrice kryptonite, aren’t you?’ marco asks.

‘maybe she’ll finally get dinner with us tonight then,’ you say, excited about the prospect of beatrice actually coming with you to the brewery next door rather than saying next time again and again. ‘if you’re, like, not busy, obviously.’

ava gets a little distracted by beatrice carefully setting her hands on the wall, but he shakes his head. ‘no, we both have tomorrow off. but you owe me a round if i can convince her.’

‘oh, deal. easy.’

ava returns your fist bump but watches, a little breathless, as beatrice gets to the hold that’s been getting all three of you all afternoon. of course — of course — she breezes right through it, getting a foothold that you’d all missed too to send the route.

‘first try,’ jehan whines. ‘not fair, beatrice.’

she laughs from the top of the wall, then climbs halfway down and lands silently on her feet, walks over to you and sits on the edge of the mat.

‘have they been bothering you?’ she asks.

ava shakes her head, delighted. ‘definitely not. i’ve divulged all of your greatest secrets, though.’

beatrice rolls her eyes but she’s clearly happy, happier than you’ve ever seen her, for sure, comfortable and, when she gets up to do one of the hardest routes in the gym, a horrible v10, marco laughs. ’oh, now she’s just showing off,’ they say.

‘yeah,’ you agree when beatrice decides to just dyno the last hold, totally insane, ‘she never climbs like this just for us.��

‘well,’ ava says, ‘i am prettier, no offense.’

you all laugh, and you finally get the v6 with beatrice talking you through it, ava cheering you on. you climb for an hour longer — mostly, you watch beatrice climb and talk to your friends — until she gives up on a v8 and calls it. 

she sits down next to all of you, the kind of tired only climbing makes you, and slips her shoes off. 

‘bea did a six hour valve replacement today,’ ava says, looking at beatrice with overwhelming affection and easily identifiable pride, nothing hidden. ‘so this was extra crazy.’

‘fucking nuts.’ jehan bumps his knuckles with beatrice, who just looks down at her hands, dusting the remaining chalk off, shy all of a sudden, before she stands and pads over to the cubbies to put her hoodie on and gather her things. 

‘she’s, like, our favorite,’ you say. ‘just so you know.’

ava nods, gentle. ‘yeah. she’s my favorite too. it’s good to meet you guys; she loves coming here, even if she won’t tell you.’

you shrug. ‘she shows us everything we get stuck on, so we know.’

beatrice walks back over to get her shoes and, presumably, also ava. 

‘we were just talking about you,’ ava says with a grin, far, far too confident for beatrice to not be wary of. 

‘hmm?’

‘yeah, how you and i are gonna join your friends for dinner next door.’

‘oh, i — uh, well, we have food at my house, and —‘

ava just bats her lashes and puts a hand on beatrice’s hip, runs her thumb under beatrice’s t-shirt for, like, one whole second, before beatrice gives in.

‘fine,’ she says, not sounding overly enthused but she’s relaxed and happy so it’s all a front anyway. and, this time, gentler: ‘fine.’

ava just kisses her cheek and then turns to the three of you and winks.

‘oh, you’re lethal,’ marco says while jehan laughs.

‘one round on me,’ you tell ava.

‘this was a bet?’ beatrice asks, as indignant as she can possibly be holding ava’s hand carefully and still blushing from being pecked on the cheek. 

‘only a bet if there’s a chance for both sides to win,’ ava says, smug as hell, which makes you laugh. ‘but whatever, i want a burger.’

beatrice sighs. ‘well, then, let’s go, i suppose.’

ava ends up getting free rounds of beers for everyone, somehow charming the server, and beatrice just watches quietly, comfortable and pleased.

‘happy for you, dude,’ you say when marco and jehan are showing ava their favorite pinball machine. 

beatrice smiles, genuine. ‘thank you, sam. i’m sorry if i —‘ she shakes her head — ‘i’m glad we get to climb together.’

‘you’re a dope climber,’ you say, ‘and a dope friend. i’m glad too. and ava’s fucking rad.’

beatrice laughs, looks over to where ava is cheering for herself, succeeding at one level of pinball. ‘yes, he is.’

[cyborg-franky]

This is my fic for the @onepiece-reader-exchange

This is for @wiiiish I hope you enjoy <3

Ace x Fem!Reader SFW Word Count: 1,600

A day off from the demanding task of being a commander came only once a week and when it did come around Ace grabbed at it greedily. Treating himself to a large breakfast before going back to bed, sleeping in as late as his body would let him. Walking around the deck, leisurely enjoying the peace, feeling the warm sea breeze wash over his freckled skin, tussling his hair. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling alive.

He stretched his arms above his head, getting out the last kinks of being fast asleep. Standing on tiptoes and reaching for the sun that shone brightly above. He yawned before he focused on a familiar person walking towards him. He felt himself smile, she was beautiful, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as she got closer, he could see the smile on her lips.

Ace wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest and hearing her whine as he smothered her with his pecs. She huffed and peered up at him as he smirked down at her. “Enjoying your day off commander?” She teased him with his title as his arms went slack, hands resting on her hips.

“Was surprised not to find you in bed when I got up.” He hummed and watched as she reached up, flicking the rim of his hat and knocking it off his head, the string around his neck catching it before it fell to the ground, she rolled her eyes at him. “Some of us still have to work, I’m trying to plan my day off around yours though.” She said and rested her palms flat against his chest, feeling his warm skin.

He enjoyed the way her hands splayed out on his chest, he put a hand over one of hers, gently brushing his thumb over her knuckles, letting out a chuckle at her frustration. “We can still spend time together when you finish though, right?” He suggested and she shrugged her shoulders, trying to be coy with her boyfriend though she was loving every second of his attention.

“I should get going or Marco will squawk at me for taking a long break.” She sighed and tried to pull away before Ace wrapped arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, kissing her neck, and taking in her scent, the soft fragrance she liked to wear.

“Oh he won’t notice, he’s probably staring at the same wall for over an hour, you know how he gets,” Ace mumbled against her neck with another low chuckle which tickled her with the vibrations of his voice, earning Ace a little giggle from his girlfriend as she wriggled to get loose. “Either way, you are a commander, you shouldn’t be encouraging bad behavior, surely?”

The grin on Ace’s face when he pulled away, how she seemed mildly annoyed but amused at his antics. “Should have seen what a hell raiser I was before I was a commander before you even joined.”

She had heard stories from pretty much everyone about him, even Pop’s had laughed loudly and regaled her with the tales of Ace, how he had tried to kill him over and over, and how he always ended up flat on his ass and didn’t seem to learn at all. She couldn’t imagine him being that way, not when he was so loyal and adored their captain now. Then again, people change with the times she thought to herself as she felt Ace’s lips on her forehead, a gentle peck as he winked.

“Alright, I’ll let you go do your jobs or whatever, but I have a surprise for later..” Ace enjoyed the puzzled look on her face, how she tilted her head to the side, an eyebrow raised as she waited for him to elaborate.

–

All day she spent thinking about this surprise her boyfriend had set out for her. She’d even asked Marco if he knew anything if Ace had indulged any information to the phoenix. But Marco had just shook his head and told her to just go with the flow, to enjoy it. 

After all, no one knew what she’d like more than Ace.

She waited on the deck, leaning against the rails and staring at the sky, she enjoyed how the world had cooled down, a light breeze rolling over the ocean along with the waves. She sighed, satisfied at feeling the refreshing air against her skin. The sun had started to set and she was admiring the colors changing and dripping down the canvas of the horizon.

“Boo!” She almost screamed when she felt hands on her shoulders suddenly, turned around and saw Ace with a smirk on his handsome freckled face, a twinkle in his eye as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

“One day I’m going to accidentally punch you and you are going to deserve it Portgas.” She warned with a tut, making him smile all the more. “Sorry babe, I just like seeing your reaction.! He teased before adding “Ready for your surprise?” He asked and held out his hand. 

She looked down at his hand before taking it, enjoying how warm he always was.

–

The striker was something she was still getting used to, the thing seemed unstable, she always worried about him speeding off on it all alone, a devil fruit user on such a flimsy ship in the middle of the sea. She tried to push her worries away as she sat down on it, a little seat he’d fixed for her. He tossed his bag to her, she held it against her chest as he rubbed his hands together.

“Don’t look so scared, you’ve been on this before. “Ace said with a click of his tongue as he got into position, starting to heat himself up. “Yeah, and there are some things you never get used to.” She replied and gripped the bag tighter.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, stroking back a strand of hair. “Would I ever let anything happen to you?” He asked, honest and soft as he cupped her cheeks with his hands. 

“Alright,” she nodded “I’m ready.”

Shooting off across the waves like a star falling from the sky. She hugged his bag close to her chest and gripped the mast as tightly as she could as he sped through the waves with practiced ease. Her grip became white-knuckled but she had to admit the wind in her hair and the splashes of seaspray made her feel alive. 

It didn’t take long for the small speedy ship to lose sight of the large vessel that was the moby, their home. The sun had sunk further into the sea, colors changing in the blink of an eye. The trip hadn't felt long at all but the golden hues had faded and indigo like ink drenching parchment paper loomed above them.

“So why are we all the way out here?” She asked him as he took his bag from her, having to pry it from her grip. He didn’t answer at first, he just unpacked his bag. He set out a blanket on the floor and urged her to come and sit with him, pulling out another that he draped over their shoulders, having her sit between his legs, arms around her waist. 

She felt his pointy chin on her shoulder as he still ignored her question. Pulling out one last thing from his bag, a small lunch box, popping off the lid and seeing some of her favorite snacks. “You’ll see.” He said with a hum, kissing her cheek before grabbing a snack and bringing it to her lips, she happily accepted it with a sound of enjoyment. Nodding, this was nice.

Ace took one for himself before looking into the dark sky above, seeing the canopy of stars. He had been told by Marco tonight there was going to be a meteorite shower, and it would be good to take her to see it. Out in the ocean where they could have their own private show.

About to prompt him once more, she saw something in the corner of her eye, turning her head, and seeing nothing but the darkness above. She furrowed her brows before more started to fall from the heavens. She gasped and gripped the arms around her middle when streaks of light flashed through the sky.

They looked like a thousand shooting stars all around them, her eyes widened as she watched the shower. Watching the cosmid rocks fall to earth, into the sea to never be seen again by man. She was blown away by the spectacle, so romantic. She didn’t think Ace had it in him but here he was, holding her close, wrapped in blankets, and watching a rarity, even on the grand line.

“This is so nice Ace… Thank you.” She said, still awestruck. Ace kissed her neck and nuzzled his nose into her hair. “I thought you’d like it.” He replied and gave her a little squeeze.

“I love you, Ace,” She glanced over her shoulder, eyes full of wonder and adoration for him, leaning in to meet his lips with her own. “I love you too,”

[mailjeevasfan]

it's summer soon/it's summer, soo.. how about going to a pool party with wammy boys + light & matsuda? (gender neutral s/o)

i love love love this rq tysm. i had too much fun with this i fully giggled to myself (i added misa too bc i felt that she would thrive in this environment)

-death note x gn! reader

-light, l lawliet, misa amane, mello, matt, near, matsuda

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death note characters at a pool party ❦

light

-he most likely would not be interested or wouldn’t have time post death note so i’m imagining this to be like his pre death note personality, but this can be whichever timeframe you want it to be

-he would be involving himself in whatever’s going on. marco polo? he’s ready. making snacks and drinks? he’s over there helping.

-he’d be super fun he’s probably used to a lot of social outings like this seeing as he’s super popular

-he would be talking to everyone and making sure everybody is having fun and not left out. but he would definitely make sure not to leave you out as well he’d be really cute and eager to show u off

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l lawliet

-i weirdly think that we would love it. more than you’d expect

-even if he stood in the pool and didn’t move he’d probably drown due to his posture. sorru idk why i said this the image of it is making me physically laugh

-anyways he’d be more likely to just hang around eating all the food before anyone even touches it. everyone kind of expected that though, they came prepared with extra everything

-he would want to analyse people’s behaviour a little too, since he’s another person who isn’t used to this kind of setting. it’d be more imperceptible though, i don’t think he’d just sit around watching and doing nothing. you’d be very proud that he did something that he usually wouldn’t even think about doing

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misa amane

-as i said, THRIVING.

-has picked out the cutest bathing suit and has the cutest little look going on and she especially wants u to notice. centre of attention for good reason

-she would get in the water to play a game or something but would mainly be sunbathing and hanging out with u.

-she’d take lots of cute selfies and would be the life of the party, her and matsuda would be the most outgoing people there

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mello

-bro is salty and no one knows why (IN A FUNNY WAY THO)

-basically just splashing everyone (near) and laughing maniacally. he’s had too many drinks and is ready to cause MAYHEM. whenever he beats near at a game, or loses for that matter, just run because all hell WILL break loose

-he would push u into the pool and then cannonball in after you (and do the cute underwater kiss thing)

-he does genuinely have a lot of fun tho. he would be very sociable and chatty.

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matt

-he’s not very sociable and you probably dragged him kicking and screaming to this party in the first place

-i hate to say it but he’s probably just smoking in the corner playing games on his phone LMAO

-he seems to think his social skills are terrible but once people start to talk to him they realise how witty and extroverted he can be and suddenly he’s the cool guy. he only talks to you and mello at first

-he’d probably stay super close to u tho and he would have enjoy it in the end. he would also push u into the pool and do the lil underwater kiss thing

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near

-he is definitely not used to such an outgoing and social environment. in fact he has not chilled out since 500BC

-he’s going to spent a bit of time analysing people’s behaviour and watching how this works so he can try to get involved a little more. he can be more sociable when he really tries

-he’d learn the rules of the games and stuff pretty quickly so he’d be able to get involved easily. most of it ends up being an involuntary competition with mello, but for once mello actually ends up victorious

-like l, you’re very proud of him for doing something out of his comfort zone

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matsuda

-he 100% organised the party. everyone needs a break tbh let’s be real

-he’d be the most sociable. he’s setting up all the games and making sure there’s tons of fun stuff going on at all times

-why do i feel like he’d also be the designated bartender. i feel that matsuda can whip up a mean cocktail fr

-wants to make it the best for you. he feels inadequate and useless sometimes so he wants to prove he can do something really well. you, ofc, love him regardless though

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[civilotterneer]

general thoughts on Amicus? and ur thoughts on his relationship with Marco?

Well, let's open up a can of worms by looking at our favorite wolf emperor.

First off:

Awooga.

Ok, now that that's out of the way, let's focus.

Amicus is pretty cool as a character for a few reasons.

First, I think his figure is a nice view of a character who can be attractive but has, well, a beer gut! I'm not for the 'becoming unhealthily overweight' side, but some of the strongest farmers on my dad's side of the family, including my dad, have builds like him. Pudgy but strong enough to lift bail rolls of hay.

Second, dear god is Amicus a sheltered noble child. I mean, he's kind, but he is way too confused why Marco acts the way he does when he's abducted.

If anything, the interaction of the pet/servant system is requiring of deep diving, but I'll keep it brief here. Amicus is supposedly 'progressive' but his culture still tells him that non-uplifted races are worthy of this servant rank, and that they should consider themselves lucky for the opportunity. His confusion to Marco's push back lends more to his lack of raising outside of nobility, he literally can't understand why one wouldn't to because he hasn't interacted enough with other species.

Now, since he's a guy who doesn't seem to have lots of friends, he becomes extremely attached to Marco. Like, unhealthily attached. It makes sense, but it's not great when your emperor has such an easy pressing point.

Now here's the thing: I think this flaw is pretty cool. It's a fascinating flaw for a sci-fi civilization character to have, causes some interesting interplay, and causes the main drama of the story, so I'm all for it.

In due honesty, Amicus has plenty of cool aspects, and leans pretty hard into his kind strengths. If he was any different or less kind, I don't think the stockholm syndrome situation would have gone so cleanly in his favor. He's pretty lucky he didn't get his skull caved by an angry ape that first day on the ship.

BUT, he's luckily also kinda hot and pretty kind, so he's got that.

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Tag List: @clumsyraccoon @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 36: Birds of a Feather

Teach was buried at sea.

When you returned to the boat the others had already wrapped his body. Marco led the service, speaking on a few memories they all shared together, and in the end admitting that he was grateful that things had resolved this way. Teach had died on his own terms, and none of them had to contend with the weight of his choices on their hands.

Izou and Vista slid him into the waves, and Namur and Islewan pulled him down into the depths. Shanks had poured everyone a drink, saying that Teach had lived and died as he wished, and that was as much as anyone could hope for.

You drank with the others, but something sour lingered on your tongue.

It was late Sunday, nearly Monday when you got home. Marco carried you inside, reassuring you that he was uniquely equipped to deal with long days, and still had energy to spare. He tended to you and himself, getting you both cleaned up and into night clothes.

You fell asleep wrapped in his arms, and dreamt of an empty library. The floors were as you knew them, the shelves were wooden. No spinels of blood lined the wood work, and nothing was out of place, but all the books that had been piled up by teach were easily discernible, their covers glowing softly on the shelves.

Waiting, and ready for you when you were ready for them.

Marco called out from the clinic for the rest of the week, coordinating with another vet from a nearby city so Law wouldn’t be forced to cover the entire hospital on his own. He didn’t mention Teach’s death, just that his girlfriend had been in an accident over the weekend and he was going to look after her.

You wanted to argue with him when he said if he didn’t take the time off you wouldn’t rest, but you didn’t have much room to talk. Especially since you wouldn’t be strictly resting as it was.

Monday afternoon you and Marco went to Kid’s shop.

The three of you went into a back office that had no windows, and you were pretty sure it was lead-lined at the least. Kid promised that no one outside of that room would hear a word, devil fruit or not, and so you told him.

Everything.

The island you escaped from, your family ties, your devil fruit, what Teach meant to do, how you fought him. When you explained that Teach had his eyes on you before you had gotten involved with Marco his anger cooled some, but the entire story had him on a bit of a rollercoaster.

It felt like you were talking for hours, but by the end of it, things were good between all three of you. Kid promised he’d set his own business on fire before he’d give up your secret, but if you’d been worried about that in the first place you wouldn’t have said anything at all.

You coordinated having him or Killer drive your car back to your house for you. With everything that had happened, plus the marathon discussion, you were too worn out to drive safely. It didn’t help that you were still healing, but given it hadn’t even been forty-eight hours since your fight with Teach it shouldn’t have been surprising.

Frustrating, maybe, but not surprising.

Marco didn’t have to carry you into the house by the time you got home, but you were grateful when he insisted you sit on the couch and let him take care of dinner. You teased him for spoiling you, and he threatened to show you what it would really be like if he properly spoiled you.

Tuesday Ivankov came to the house around lunch time as promised. You weren’t surprised to see she’d brought enough food for you and Marco. You were surprised to see her dressed down, in a way, but she insisted it was so she didn’t attract any undue attention.

And so you told your story a second time. With Ivan at least, you didn’t have to start at the beginning, so you simply brought her up to speed on the events with Teach, and your devil fruit power. Not that you even had to say much, she was nodding along and filling in blanks for you before you could even get to them. The only thing she didn’t seem to know about the fruit’s abilities was the cost for reading without the owner’s permission.

Aside from an intense debate about when you were going to return to work, the rest of the visit went well. In the end you had to agree to properly resting in order to return to work next week. It was going to be Marco’s yay or nay that decided it, and only because he volunteered to do so in order to help you both reach a compromise.

Wednesday, with nothing to distract you, the events of the weekend caught up with you. You spent most of the day in bed, a mix of pain from your injuries, and the mental weight of what had happened. You and Marco spent most of the day talking about it over and over, digging into specific points and listening to one another’s feelings on it.

No judgment. No resolutions. It was just a matter of getting the words and thoughts out and talking about them. The loss, the relief, the fears, the concerns, the joy of having survived it. The guilt of having survived it. The frustration at not being able to stop it from happening in the first place. The anger of having your quiet, normal life upended, and the risk of being exposed after years of keeping your secrets tucked away.

The shame of having had such secrets.

Marco had kissed your tears away, and the evening had passed with easier conversation after that, and so had the days beyond. Thursday into Friday, the time between you both was easy and calm. Marco cooked, pampered you, did what he could to manage your injuries and keep you resting.

Saturday you went to the book café and perused the stacks. It was a relief to have enough energy and little enough pain to make it through the day without being exhausted when you got back home. The progress was heartening, and the shower that evening with Marco, while a little frisky, was a good indicator of how well you were healing.

Soon all the physical marks of that encounter would be gone.

Sunday you woke up early enough to make breakfast for you and Marco. He was a little bit more of an early riser than you, or - as you were beginning to suspect - required less sleep due to the legendary power in his veins. You shared a quiet breakfast with him.

“I hope I’m not being bribed.” He teases, as he finishes breakfast.

“Bribed?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow and smiling. “Oh, right, my sweet and handsome doctor needs to sign me off for work Monday.” Marco smiles, a chuckle on his lips as he takes your empty plate.

“Now I know I am, yoi.”

“Pish-posh,” you scoff. “A flower by any other name, or whatever.” You laugh a little, waving your hand dismissively and giving him a leering look. “Sweatpants shouldn’t look that good on anyone.”

“I could take them off, if they’re displeasing you, pretty bird.” Marco hums.

“Alas, they’d look even better on the floor, so there’s no winning for me.” You reply dejectedly, and are rewarded with the clattering of plates in the sink. He side-eyes you and you just give him a big grin.

“You’re in rare form this morning.” He says, trying to grumble the words despite the smile on his lips.

“I’ve been sleeping with quite the handsome gentleman lately.” You muse, taking a moment to stretch. There’s a few little aches and pains left over, but for only a week, you’ve healed up very well. Thanks in large part to Marco. “Who has been taking exceptional care of me,” you continue, eyes shifting up from his hips to his face.

“It’s my fault then, eh?”

You hum with a smile.

“I hope you’re not putting on a brave face just to be able to return to work.”

You snort, almost choking on a laugh. “It is something I’d do,” you admit, feeling a little called out. “But I promise, I feel great today.”

You let your gaze slip along his body, knowing full well he’s watching you do so. Eventually you shift your eyes back up to his. “I can prove it.”

It didn’t take much convincing to get Marco to lay on the bed. He moved with you, helping to make it easier as you stripped him. He stayed laid back, letting you do as you pleased as you left soft kisses against his skin. You took your time too, using your current position to trace and touch every where you wanted. Marco didn’t say anything, twitching only a little from time to time, soft hitches in his breath when you did something sweet. He wasn’t being overt, but he wasn’t completely hiding away his secrets from you either.

When your fingers moved over his dick he twitched the most, hips shifting and lips parting. You could see pink tinge his ears, he’d been enjoying your lips against his body and had closed his eyes. The change in focus had almost caught him completely off guard.

You grin, licking your lips before leaning down and running the tip of your tongue along his shaft. You could feel his legs tense beneath you, could see his hands flex against the bedding. You lick again, pressing your tongue flat against him, and taking your time. By the time you reach the tip you can feel him twitching against your tongue.

You look up at him, tongue pressed against the head of his cock, and can see the blood rush into his face. You finish the motion, flicking the tip of your tongue over his slit and he mumbles something you don’t understand. It sounds like the hodge podge language Izou was telling you about, but he murmurs it so quickly you’re not sure you would’ve understood him anyway.

“What was that?” You question, licking up from the base of his shaft again.

“I think you’ve made your case, yoi.” He husks, barely keeping his voice steady as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Wrapping your hand around his erection you lick and suck the tip, wet and sloppy, using your spit to lubricate your hand. Marco hisses in a breath at the sudden pleasurable assault and you hear him almost growl your name.

You look up at him, watching him bite the bottom of his lip when you lick his tip again. “Not until you come undone under me.” You respond, going back to your task. “Just once, at least.”

Marco starts to say something, but the words break in his throat when you go down on him entirely. “By the seas-!” Marco grunts, sinking into the bed and reaching toward you, moving your hair out of the way so he can see you. You can feel the tremble in his hand, but he doesn’t make any move to stop you.

It’s quiet for the most part, little more sound than the noises you make, wet and heavy against his hard cock. It’s your “song” he enjoys the most, so you don’t play up the noises you could make, instead focusing on teasing and pleasing him. Watching and listening and adjusting to all the soft grunts and subtle gasps. Noting when he twitches, and when his fingers tighten in your hair briefly.

The bitter taste of precum is a sweet reward, the shift of his hips, the heavier way his breath falls from his lips.

“Pretty bird,” he husks, voice breathy and the fire in his eyes hazier than usual. “I’m going to -.”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, against his skin, sinking down and taking him so deep you bury your nose in his happy trail. You hear him swear and shortly after you’re swallowing against him as he cums down your throat.

You come up slowly, pressing your tongue against his shaft, and wrapping your fingers around it. You’re not aggressive, but you’re not letting him calm down. You know you don’t have the energy to tease him for too long, so when a strained sound escapes him, caught between a nervous laugh and whimper, you stop, and look up at him with the most innocent face you can muster.

He mutters something to himself, face flushed, running a hand through his hair absently. “You’re dangerous, pretty bird.”

“I told you,” you begin, straddling his hips and rubbing your pussy against his cock. “I want to see you come apart beneath me.” The words leave you in a heavy husk, need already deep in your bones. “At least once.”

You grind against him for a moment, until you feel him shift under you, his own need winning out over his attempts to stay still. He wasn’t denying you the chance to take control, but he wasn’t relinquishing it completely either.

“If someone told me I’d be desperate for sex, after a week,” you huff, lining him up with your entrance.

“And a day,” Marco interjects, making you chuckle softly.

“I - haaa,” You bite down on your lip as you sink onto his cock. The sweet sensation of being filled, and how easily it went in with your current arousal, erased your train of thought entirely. You lean back, appreciating the look on his face. His hands are on your thighs, fingers twitching with desire, but he doesn’t try to move you. His gaze is already locked, watching you take him in.

You sink down slowly, letting the both of you feel every twitch and throb.

It wasn’t like you’d been going mad with need the last week. You weren’t having trouble sleeping, you weren’t chaining wet dreams, but there’s still something in the act that is grounding. Something comforting beyond the simple pleasure of it all.

It’s different, with you on top of him, but it’s a return to what you had been building. There’s no pirate or legendary phoenix beneath you, nothing more than a beautiful man whose fingers were flexing against the bedding as you started to ride him.

There was no runaway noble, no great keeper of knowledge, no terrible cost upon your head. Just an office worker who stumbled into a small clinic with a hurt dog in her arms and a bit of desperation in her voice. There was no grand adventure or great cause laid out before you, just an innumerable number of mornings with fresh coffee and sweet greetings.

Slipping your hands into his, you use the leverage to pick up your pace a little. You keep it steady, flexing your thighs and squeezing against him when you move up, and grinding into his body when you came down, lingering a second before repeating the process.

Marco’s reactions were always subdued. Not that you felt he was holding back on purpose, but that experience and practice had simply made it a matter of course. You’d learned how to tell, however. Watching small licks of flames skitter along his shoulder, and flicker in his hair. How those hooded eyes would focus on what he wanted, sharp and relentless like any bird of prey, no matter how relaxed the rest of him looked. The subtle, but telling, flex of his fingers, and the soft hitch in otherwise steady breathing.

Seeing all those small things dance along his seemingly neutral demeanor was a treat in and of itself. But you wanted more. Just a little more. Something a little less subtle. Something to crack that well-practiced control, even for just a moment.

Your breath comes out heavier and faster as you get closer. Your fingers flex against Marco’s and your tongue slips over your teeth as you look down at him. His skin was flushed and slick with sweat, his hooded eyes full of fire even as he did his best to maintain his usual calm, but you could tell how close he was.

“Mi estrella,” you hum and feel his body tense, his eyes going wide, as his gaze is locked with yours. “Cum with me, mi es-estrella.”

Marco’s calm demeanor cracks, and he growls a swear between his teeth as his hips buck up into you. His fingers flex against yours as you lean forward, barely managing to match his pace as the near desperate thrusts send pleasurable jolts through your body.

His hands slip from yours, grabbing your hips roughly. “Hells!” Marco hisses fingers digging desperately into your skin as his rhythm shatters. You can feel him throbbing inside you and it’s enough to push you over the edge. Watching his demeanor even just crack had been nearly enough on its own.

Your hands on his chest, your breath falling out in satisfied huffs, you ride out your orgasm against him, his hands still shivering against your hips, helping steady you. Hot, strong hands slip up your hips to your waist, thumbs rolling over your skin as satisfaction eases the tension in all your muscles.

He guides you to lay down on his chest, arms wrapping around you as you both just bask for a moment. You can feel the flickering warmth of his flames against your skin, the sting of his earlier grip on your hips lessening.

“You don’t have to heal every mark.” You murmur, kissing the edges of his tattoo.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Where’d you learn that?”

You trail kisses up his jaw, smirking knowingly, and batting your eyelashes in mock innocence. “Learn what, mi estrella?” Your feigned ignorance turns into a yelp as Marco grabs your arms and flips you both over, pinning you underneath him.

The yelp devolves into giggles as Marco peppers you with kisses, slipping his fingers between yours and pressing your hands into the mattress as the light, teasing pecks and nuzzles turn into something deeper. Your giggles smooth out into soft gasps and moans, body squirming under him a little before he kisses your lips properly.

“Who taught you that, mi cielo?” He repeats, words and breath hot against your ear before he returns to teasing you, teeth and lips sending shivers down your neck.

“It came to me-e-e-e,” your words shiver against his shoulder as his knees move and start forcing your legs open. “In - in a dream.”

“That so, yoi?” His kisses trail down your neck and start lingering at your collarbone.

Hands on his shoulders you nod. “F-Fitting, right?” You gasp, half-mesmerized by the way he can look so relaxed and still be so focused. You can’t help the needy whimper that bubbles up in you as his lips dance around your nipples. “There’s probably something quite clever - ah! - ah-about the sky and sta-a-a-a-a-ars in there some-somewhere.” Your words break as your body twitches and squirms beneath him.

“Certainly,” he agrees, hands against your thighs as he pushes your legs open more.

“M-Marco, wait, wait, I-I’m still recovering!” You gasp, fingers clutching the bed sheets as he licks the inside of your thigh.

“Mm, I thought you were feeling great today?” He hums, repeating the lick on your other thigh, leaning up enough to nip and kiss your hip.

“I was - am! I am!” You insist, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his head up before his mouth wanders enough to shatter your focus.

You knew the fire that was in his eyes right now. The hooded gaze was almost too much to bear, and certainly too much to argue against. You don’t say anything, loosening your grip on his hair and watching him move as he pleased. The unspoken consent being all he needed.

“I’ve been waiting to do this.” Marco hums, lips and tongue brushing against your clit.

Something in his tone prompts you. “To do what?” The question comes out and your jaw drops as an impossibly long tongue slips from between Marco’s lips. It’s darker, turning blue at the edges and tapering out to something long and pointed. You knew he had fine control of his devil fruit, but you could hardly process him being able to transform his tongue like that.

“Oh fuck,” you husk, hips rolling in anticipation as the tip of the deviously long tongue flicks along your skin.

“Sing well for me, pretty bird.” He muses, speaking perfectly fine despite the impressive change to his tongue.

The tapered muscle slips inside you easily, twisting and curling so smoothly you weren’t able to really comprehend much except that the sensation was pleasurable. The deeper it went, the thicker it got and what started out slender and wiggly, quickly became thick and twisted. Marco’s hooded eyes weren’t looking at you, instead he seemed to be looking at nothing, mind focused on the task of controlling his tongue.

It wasn’t something he was well-practiced in, and you wondered idly if you were the first person to receive such a pleasure from him.

You weren’t left to ponder it for long, his long and flexible tongue quickly finding all the places that made you gasp and twitch. He had you racing to another orgasm quickly, and just before you reached the peak he stopped, pulling his tongue out of you.

His face was a mess of pleasure and drool, his hands reaching under you, grabbing your ass and lifting your hips up off the mattress. The sudden movement cut short your whimpering protests, legs draped over his shoulders, hips higher than your head as your shoulders are pushing into the mattress from the new position.

“Sorry,” he grins, his normal tongue licking against your slit and teasing your clit a little, hooded eyes watching you. “I just think it’s going to be better this way.”

“Better?” You nearly whimper. “I was alre-red-ready - hannnngh!” The words die on your lips as his tongue plunges into you, twisting and pushing in even deeper than before. The new position lets him nuzzle his nose against your clit while his tongue went work and there was nothing to save you.

Grabbing onto the sheets to brace yourself, you push back into him, and are rewarded with a pleased hum. His tongue pushes in a little deeper and your body begins to shiver. It’s all you have to focus on breathing, and you realize you’re still not fully recovered, but the sensation building inside you is making you dizzy.

“Please, please,” you murmur the word over and over, eyes hazy and euphoric. You can see Marco’s gaze on you, sharp and bright, and it’s almost more intense than the impossible tongue pulsing in your cunt. You can feel the mess of your arousal and his effort slipping down your thighs and dripping off his fingers.

Your body rolls from the pleasure, murmured pleas breaking into whimpering gasps as he brings you higher and higher. You don’t dare cover your face, or stifle your sounds, even in you addled state, letting his name fall like sweet wine from your lips as your body tenses. Marco moves with you, your hips bucking from the orgasm as it curls your body.

No matter how you twist, torn between wanting more and wanting to escape the pleasure, the edges of your mind almost afraid of such a rush, he never lost his hold on you. His tongue never relents, his eyes drink in every twitch, twist, and cry, watching carefully to be sure you never cross the line from pleasure to pain, from euphoria to fear. The crash of pleasure as your orgasm peaks is relief and exhilaration in equal measure. Tense muscles tighten almost too much before being drowned in dopamine, relaxing even as they twitch in pleasure and effort.

The rush leaves you in a hazy bliss.

Lowering you slowly to the bed, the long, terribly effective, and horribly skilled tongue of your lover skips along your skin for a moment, pulling a few left over huffs and moans from you as you sink into the mattress. You give him a satisfied smile, tired fingers dancing along his arms as he leaves soft kisses against your stomach and chest, following along your center until his lips found yours.

“That,” you sigh, grinning as he leans back down and kisses you again. “Was intense.” You sigh again as Marco lays down beside you. “I didn’t realize you had such fine control over your form.”

He smiles, sticking his normal tongue out and wiggling it. “Izou hates it.” He admits, shifting enough to wrap his arms around you and snuggle properly. “But he was also unfortunate enough to see the entire learning process.”

“Mm, I imagine there’s some body horror in there when you’re trying to figure it out.” You hum, already feeling the sweet embrace of sleep start to wrap around you.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, pretty bird.” Marco insists, leaning back a little and getting you to look at him.

“I won’t.” You assure him, kissing his chest. “I’m just enjoying the moment.” Your fingers trace aimless lines along his skin. “They’re… some of my favorite.”

“Mm.” The soft affirmation comes through his chest more than his mouth, warm hands stroking your back slowly.

“We’ve had, ahem, quite the assortment of moments, since we met.” You muse, your voice falling a little at the end. “Good and bad, huh?”

You can feel his gaze shift down to you, even as your eyes stay on his tattoo. You can feel his body tense just a little, but it’s his tone that’s struggling. “… We have.”

Smiling you look up at him. “Relax, I’m just saying that… that I want, uh,” the relief on his face quickly turns to amusement, and you can feel yourself heating up as you realize what you’re starting to imply. “Ah-all…” Your bravado breaks and you tuck your face into his chest again. “All your moments.”

“All of them, huh?” He muses and you nod. “Seems my pretty bird is greedy, yoi.”

“Perhaps.” You murmur. “Just a little.”

“In that way, we’re birds of a feather,” he muses and you laugh, looking up at him as his hand guides your chin up just a little further so he can kiss you. “Because I, as well, want all your moments.”

~Fin

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[quinloki]

Why is this making me think of marco coming up behind you to help you learn how to tie knots

Arms around you guiding your hands voice right in your ear

….

Fuck I need to go to bed

Out on the deck, in the early early morning light. Aside from the lookout in the crow's nest directly above you, most of the crew is dead ass asleep.

The sun's just barely thinking about coming over that horizon, and you've been using the first few rays of light to practice the way the guys tie off rigging lines so fast. Marco comes over with a cup of coffee for you, stretching, and making easy, mindless talk with you.

He notices where you're getting hung up and offers to help, stepping up behind you. It's easy to forget how tall he is, how big he is, since he always seems to almost keep himself diminished. Not like he's trying to hide, but that he knows it's easier to approach him when he doesn't feel as large as he is.

But now he's behind you, the mast is in front of you, and the cool early morning air is no longer cool to you.

He guides you, moving from your perspective, helping you get your whole upper body into the motion so you can tie things off the same way the guys do. How he adjusts to your height is beyond you, but you get into the process of learning enough that you aren't distracted by his proximity.

When that easy voice in your ear praises you, good job pretty bird, and you realize he's not moving away. That warm breath has turned hot and is rolling over your skin and dry lips are pressing softly against the curve of your ear, and you tilt your neck so he presses heavier kisses into your skin.

The sweet shivered moan isn't loud enough to be heard over a morning gull's cry, but Marco's fingers are pressed in deep between both sets of your lips, rewarding you for learning so diligently. He has plenty more to teach you, if you'll let him.

Breath in, pretty bird, and let it out slowly as he pushes in. There you go, yoi, just like that. Hold onto ropes and mast, and breathe with him, in as he pulls out, and out as he pushes in.

Slow and steady, just like with the knot you learned, he's going to do it faster and faster so you can adjust with him. Just keep breathing, he has you, don't focus on anything else but the feel of him filling you up - nice deep stretch.

Don't whimper so sadly when he pulls back, he won't leave you feeling empty for long, breathe out, here he comes again.

Good job, pretty bird 🩵