#he also took one of them off his suit to give to marco it was super cute

[mayra-quijotescx]

[Descrizione dell'immagine: Dargen D'Amico, con un vestito ricoperto di orsacchiotti. Fine della descrizione.]

Dargen ha sentito Mengoni dire "mi piacciono i bear" ed ecco il risultato

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- pregnancy, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst, brief mention of vomit and sea sickness, attempted r@pe, sexual assault, slight abuse, family death. Description of dying (start)

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

previous chapter here.

CHAPTER 18

The first thing Sandor thought about in the day was you he day dreamt of your safety and the helpless thing inside you that took your body as refuge. He silently prayed that he wouldn’t have to be away from you for any longer. It was also the last thing he thought about before sleeping and dreaming of you. 

But he was more afraid of what his thoughts would be like after his body went quiet. 

Here he layed against the rock bloddied from the fight leg broken unable to move, not that he wanted too. Breanne of fucking Tarth, a women, took him down. He had put up a good and fair fight however but he could feel his life fading before his eyes. The image of you ghosting into his vision you calling his name sweetly as his hand caressed you soft cheek. You smile that warmed his soul. 

Oh he loved to see you smile. He loved to see you happy at his doing. It feels as though you have been together for years on end when it has only taken him 2 months to fall completely under your spell. He knows he won’t survive yet unable to move to end his own hes cursed to lay until he bleeds out or dies from starvation. But at least he will go out knowing he was loved and loved back. 

————

You stand against the side of the boat as you watch the rocky shore pass by slowly. 

“Your highness.” A man speaks to you. You turn around seeing the captain of the ship. 

“We are porting to widows watch in 20 minutes.” He says you nod. 

“I sugesset her highness is tended to by a meister while we take the day to careen. Her ladyship is carrying the further heir is she not?” He asks. 

“Thank you captain i shall take your kindness to the next meisters hut.” You say giving him a smile. He nods giving you a smile back before heading to his previous post. 

Over the course of 20 days or so on and off sea you and joss have become much more that a squire and royal you’ve become friends best friends. you will laugh and dance and tell stories, you’ve told him about your childhood and hes told you about his granted his wasn’t that long ago. 

You’ve celebrated each other birthdays and you now no longer allow him to talk to you anything but plain. 

“My lady.” Joss says walking up to you leaning against the side of the ship you smile at him nudging him with your arm. He chuckles. 

”youre looking more and more like a grown man with that stubble your growing.” You giggle at him. He nods feeling the stubble growing on his face. 

“Yeah. Ill have to find a barber when we dock.” He says. 

“I didn’t say i dosnt suit you.. however the prince Marco fraud over there hasn’t kept a meal down since we got on this boat. That says a lot. Im the pregnant one.” You say joss laughs as you both look over to Marco who wipes his forehead with a cloth. 

“D-do you still think of him?” Joss asks. 

“Of course I do. Everyday i pray for his safety and health just as i do yours. I want him to meet his child preferably in this life and not the next.” You say about Sandor. 

“Would you ever take another man?” Joss asks turning around facing backwards. 

“No..why?” You ask. 

“Even if he died?” He asks again. 

“I dont think, despite out beginning, i could ever take someone else i love him too much and i love what he gave me…why do you ask?” You wonder turning to him your eyes fix on his gaze as he looks across the boat deck to Lucy who hands the prince a glass of water. 

“There’s no point in wanting something if you don’t try for it.” You say to him. He looks back to you a blush forming on his cheeks as he realizes that you know who he was talking about. 

“I-I’ll grab you coat my lady.” He says before hurrying to your quarters below deck. Footsteps make your way to you once more you sigh as you see Marco coming to you. 

“It seems that the uh. The weather for this trip has treated us well?” He smiles. 

“We’ve stayed as close to shore as we can theres been no open water without seeing land through a scoop and were guarded by two man o’ war ships when my parents sent me off to kingslanding we went the long way comanded 4 storms three men died and our sips main mask was missing by the time i arrived and still. I had to endure of that wearing a corset and looking pretty. Meanwhile your vomiting up every fucking meal you consume on the charter of a little turbulence.” You say to him. 

“And yet you still have the energy to mock me.” He snaps back. 

“Yes. Consider it being hormonal.” You bite right back to him and turn to walk off. 

“Why do you fester against me!?” He asks leaving you to stop you back facing him. 

“We’ve been not but 2 feet from each other for 23 days and you prefer to fight on my name instead of getting to know it.” He says. You scoffs and turn back to face him. Joss comes back to you your cloak in hand.

“I dont need to know your name becuase i will not be taking it, as little as you may know, i belong to another. I wont belong to anyone else but him. As a care taken prince I wouldn’t expect you to understand after all your used to feeding off a silver platter and suckling from a gold breast.” You say as joss helps you put on the cover before you both walk to the end of the boat where you’re meant to get off to port for the day. 

————

The day is spent visiting a midwife not allowing a maester to touch you, having a meal with Lucy and joss at the inn you’re staying at and exploring a little before you became to tired and went back to the room. You were unfortunately told that the careening of the underbelly of the boat would take until the night so you should leave in the morning. 

Un happy about the news you reluctantly placed yourself in your room. 

You sit in the bras bath tub alone. You pick at your nails as you lean over the side your raised belly proving it to be a bit of a challenge. Your fingers move up to your hand glazing over the ring that is placed on your ringer. The jewels within it shine against the fireplace light. 

”im sorry i still haven’t made a name for you little one.” You say speaking to the babe within you. 

“But perhaps if your a boy then i will name you after you father? Hmm, and if your a girl I shall name you something beautiful like a flower or the stars. I was going to let your father name you but I'm afraid that wont be the case and id prefer you not go unnamed.” You sigh resting your head on your arm. you open your mouth to speak once again but you hear slight bickering out side your door before it opens. 

“You cannot enter my lord she is bathing!” Joss yells out at prince marco who stumbles into the room clearly drunk you cover your self sinking into the tub further. 

“Get out!” You yell at him. Joss grabs Marco to pull him away but he turns around and lands a hefty punch onto joss’s face causing him to fall to the ground before Marco kicks him. 

“YOU DARE PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME BOY!?” The prince yells before pushing joss out of the room and closing the door behind him bolting the door. Marco turns to you. 

“Get out. How dare you enter my room like this.” You bark out at him. 

“Get up.” He says you ignore his request sinking deeper into the tub. 

“You mock me, taunt me, refuse to conform to your duties as a princes!” He grumbles as he stomps twords you grabbing your hair pulling you. you welp in pain as he pulls you out of the tub. 

“AH! LET GO OW!” You scream out in pain as you drags you. You slip on the seat floor loosing your footing. He pushes you to the floor fighting above you. 

“No- NO STOP!” You scream tears welling up in your face as you fight under him. 

“You will know your fucking place!!” He grunts as he hits you across your face. 

“Ah!” You cry out in pain tear balling from your eyes and you continue to fight him stretching his face. He bails his hand into a first and punches you across your face twice. The taste of metal hits your tounge as your lip is split under the impact. You hear faint pounding behind the wooden door of the room as joss calls your name. The sound of a belt buckle clinking. You stop your fight as he holds you down. Before the imminent pain you could experience hes shoved off you two guards and joss pounce on him as he hollers out a multicellular of curse words before being dragged out of the room.

“Your highness?!.” You hear as Lucy and two others run to you wrapping a sheet around your naked body as they help you sit up. Lucy pulls you into her arms as you sob the pulsing pain in your face far from the pain in your heart. The fear flooded illness that could’ve resulted much worse.

”h-help me d-dress.” You say getting up weakly as she helps you. 

“Are you alright did he-“ 

“No. i want to leave now. Help me dress!” You speak. She and others nod. 

“Joss.” You say before he walks out after the guards. he looks to you holding his side from the rough kick Marco gave, his face bloddied. 

“Th-thank you. We will be t-taking a guarding ship the rest of way.” You say he nods to you before walking out closing the door after himself so your ladies can help you dress. You pull off the sheet holding your stomach before they slip on your undergarments and then and easy dress and shoes. They take the small bag you had packed for the night before you all hurry out. To the shipping dock. 

You board the guarding ship with the others, a few guards and joss, despite his condition help board over your items from the main ship before taking off back to the sea

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Sheer Desire

A/N: So this was definitely not planned to be the first thing I post in the new year. In fact, it started as a kinktober prompt (stockings & lingerie) that got sidelined and seemed to double like bread dough while I wasn’t looking. I wanted to finish up the last few holiday-ish things that I had planned and get them up this week... but Frankie had other plans. And who tf am I to stop him? This follows along with the other Frankie x Reader pieces I’ve written, but can also be read as a stand alone. I hope you enjoy!! 

WC: 8.7k 

Warnings: language, smut, Francisco Morales’ mouth ;) 

Summary: You and Frankie attend Benny’s wedding together, and he struggles to keep his hands to himself the whole night. Until he doesn’t have to. That’s it, that’s the fic. 

Look at that. Seven whole minutes to spare. 

Blowing out a relieved breath, you pulled into one of the few remaining spots in the area of the hotel lot cordoned off for event parking, the signs reading Welcome to the wedding of Alana Ruiz & Benjamin Miller in gold script. You knew you’d be cutting it close, working an open shift at the bar and then racing home to clean up, change and grab your things for the weekend before hitting the road and making the two and a half hour drive down to Marco Island, but there hadn’t been another option. It was the first major event that Frankie had invited you to since you’d taken the next step in your relationship, so you’d done what you had to to make it work. I’m just glad I’m not late. 

Picking up your phone from the cup holder, you sent a quick text to let Frankie know that you’d made it. He and the rest of the wedding party had gotten there the night before for the rehearsal dinner, and he had been checking in with you every few hours throughout the day to make sure that nothing had changed as far as your ETA. You knew that it was partially because of his military background, wanting to make sure that things were running according to plan. But as you scrolled through the messages he’d sent, you couldn’t help the smile that curved your lips. But it's also because he’s excited. 

Your smile grew as you set the device back in the cupholder and reached down to slide off the flip flops you’d worn to drive in. Tossing them to the floor on the passenger side, you grabbed the pair of sheer black stockings that you’d shoved in your purse on your way out the door. You’d been unsure if you wanted to wear them, and you didn’t have time to decide before you left. But as soon as they were in your hand, you pictured the way they would look balled up in Frankie’s grip later in the night, and the fire that flared in you at that image made the decision for you. 

Taking a few seconds, you rolled them up your legs and then shoved your feet into the pair of low wedge heels you’d chosen for the night. You checked your reflection in the visor mirror, touching up your lipstick with the tip of your pinky finger. Okay, good to go. You took a breath, and then you took your phone and purse and hurried towards the walkway that led to where the rows of chairs were set up overlooking the water. Here I come, Frankie. 

– – – 

The ceremony was beautiful. It had been timed almost perfectly so that the sunset painted the Gulf in shades of rosy copper and ripples of indigo, the shadowy silhouettes of palm trees acting as a backdrop for the I do’s. Benny and Alana had chosen to write their own vows, and Alana’s brother had been the one to officiate, so it had been intimate and personal, the love and happiness between the two of them absolutely tangible. 

As was the feeling of Frankie’s eyes on you from his place between Will and Pope on Benny’s right. All three of them looked fantastic in the brown suits that they wore, but your focus was only on the man in the middle. Damn, Morales. 

You locked your gaze with his and smiled, mouthing the word hi. Your lower lip slipped between your teeth at the way he lifted his hand away from his leg just enough to give you a covert wave. Oh, look at him. His cheek rose in a lopsided grin that only made him more attractive - especially when you noticed his dimple peeking through one of the patches in his beard. 

You’d been falling in love with Frankie for months, finding yourself a little deeper in it every day. But you took a steep tumble that night. 

And though you had ended up spending most of the cocktail hour on your own, Frankie and the others wrapped up in greeting guests and taking pictures, when he finally did get his arms around you, you felt that he was already there, ready to catch you. Ready to dive in even further with you.

“Hey,” he said, his hands finding their way to your waist as soon as you were in reach, his lips seeking yours the second the single syllable left them. “Missed you.” His fingers flexed in the satin of your dress as he kissed you again, this time slower and longer, one hand rising up to cup the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, your smile pushing your cheek against his palm. “Glad you’re here.” 

“Hey yourself, Frankie.” Your left hand slid inside his jacket, smoothing over his side and around to press flat against his broad back. None of the groomsmen wore ties, so the fingers of your right hand curled around his lapel, that forearm resting against his chest. “Missed you, too.” You smiled against his lips as you continued to kiss him.  

As soon as he felt your lips part, his tongue slipped into your mouth to glide atop yours, stealing your breath, and then he was pulling back and bumping the tip of your nose with his. “You are so damn beautiful.” Both hands settled at your waist again as his eyes swept up and down your frame, noticing the way your dress hung on your hips to flare slightly at your knees, appreciating the low cut of the neckline and the small triangular cutout that was just visible under the knotted tie that embellished the top. And then he noticed your legs and the way they looked encased in sheer black nylon, so thin it was barely there at all, and he groaned. “Gonna have a hard time keeping my hands to myself for the next few hours.” 

That makes two of us. “You know, you clean up pretty well yourself, Morales. It’s not gonna be easy for me, either.” The hand that you had on his back came to join the other, gripping both lapels and tugging on them. You let out a small laugh, closing your eyes and shaking your head. “Guess it's a good thing we’re staying here then, huh?” Opening your eyes again, you arched one brow and smirked at him. “Two and a half hours isn’t a short drive and-” 

He cut you off then, eyes darkening as they narrowed slightly but never left yours. “If we were driving home tonight? I wouldn’t wait.” There was a raspy quality to his voice that wiped the teasing grin right off of your face as you realized what he meant. He had driven down with Pope the night before so that he could drive home with you, so you’d be in the same car. Oh, fuck. Your heart thudded hard, and you felt your eyes go wide as he leaned in to finish telling you what would happen on the ride home if you didn’t have a room for the weekend. “I can drive with my left hand, and the right one can-” 

Just then you heard your name being called from somewhere behind you. Frankie winked and let the rest of his words hang, knowing that you knew damn well what his free hand would be doing in that scenario. Oh, you are gonna be trouble tonight, Francisco. Tearing your eyes away from him, you looked up to see Pope walking over, his arm wrapped around the waist of a stunning brunette in a burgundy dress. Wait a minute, is that…

You glanced back up at Frankie, a smile spreading across your lips. “Is that Yovanna? I thought Pope said she couldn’t make it!”

“Yeah.” He nodded as you released the collar of his jacket, arms going back to your sides after reaching across your chest to secure the strap of your purse on your shoulder. “She flew in this morning to surprise him.” His chuckle turned his eyes light and warm again as his hands left your body, too, and it was clear to see how glad he was about his friend’s happiness. Good. He deserves it. They all do. 

Your eyebrows flew up. “Wow, that’s a hell of a surprise. I bet he was excited.” 

“He was. Shoulda seen his face when she called from the airport.” Frankie leaned down to drop a kiss to your temple as the other couple came within a few strides of where you stood. “Surprises are nice,” he whispered in your ear. “But I liked knowing you were gonna be here.” I did, too.

Pope reached for you then, giving you a hug and introducing you to the woman you’d heard so much about but had yet to meet, and then the four of you went to catch up with Will at the bar, Frankie’s fingers laced with yours as you walked. Your group was joined by the two bridesmaids that had walked down the aisle with Will, both women eyeing the older Miller brother. His and Benny’s cousin Mark was supposed to have been the fourth groomsman, but he’d broken his leg in three places just a few weeks out from the wedding and was in a full hip to toe fiberglass cast. To keep anyone from having to walk alone, Will had been assigned both of Alana’s college roommates - who also happened to be the only two of the four bridesmaids that were single - and it seemed as though neither of them cared that he had his arms around them both. Oh, this is going to be a fun night. You grinned as you finished your drink, an autumn evening breeze sweeping through the courtyard. 

–  –  –

It hadn’t dawned on you that you and Frankie had never danced together until the DJ opened the floor for all couples to join the bride and groom. 

When else would we have, though?     

Despite all the milestones and things you had shared since things had become more serious, and even though there were definitely more important and significant bridges to cross in the future, the feeling that you got when he led you out amongst the sea of couples was one of pure elation. It swirled in your chest, and if it weren’t for the way his arms kept you grounded as he took you in his hold, you would have thought it possible for you to float away. Doing new things with him - even something as normal as dancing together at a friend’s wedding - made you realize that you wanted to do everything with him. 

Frankie clasped your hand in his and brought it to his chest, his other hand sliding south into the dip at the base of your spine. With his next swaying step he pressed you closer, shrinking the space between your bodies until you could feel each breath that filled his lungs and the way that his heart beat didn’t match the slow cadence of the song that you were dancing to. Mine doesn’t either, though. 

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath in through your nose, the arm you had around his torso tightening to mirror the hold he had on you. Frankie’s cologne - mixed with the scent of the smoky whiskey he drank at the cocktail hour - nearly overwhelmed your senses as you laid your head against his shoulder, your head spinning as you let your breath back out. He smells so damn good. The slow sweep of his thumb up and down your back sent a tingle through your bloodstream that only intensified when you felt his lips brush your forehead, where he left a featherlight kiss and two whispered words. 

“Thank you.” 

Eyes opening, you squeezed his hand and picked your head up to meet his gaze. Despite the fact that the dance floor was packed with couples - the two of you had bumped shoulders with Pope and Yovanna on one side, and the newly minted Millers on the other - he was all you could see. And he’s all I want. You smiled, head tilted to one side as you blinked at him. “For what?” 

Raising your joined hands to his lips, he kissed your curled fingers before returning them to where they were. “For this. Tonight. Being my date.” He swallowed, your eyes flicking down to track the movement of his throat before coming back up to his face. “For showing up for me.” 

“Frankie,” you spoke his name softly, leaning in to nuzzle the ridge of your nose against the line of his jaw, his normal scruff cropped closer to his face for the occasion but still long enough for you to feel it. I’ll always show up for you, Francisco Morales. As long as you want me to. 

“For everything.” He sighed, flexing the fingers of his right hand against your back, the tips pushing into the material of your dress and your flesh beneath it. There was no space left between you to eliminate, but that didn’t seem to matter to him as he urged you closer. “I don’t thank you enough.” 

You closed your eyes and let him tuck you into his chest as the song continued, his arm wrapping more tightly around you. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, making it easy for you to press your lips to his neck. His skin was warm where you kissed him, and you trailed a few more small kisses up towards his ear, the soft curls behind it tickling your cheek. “You don’t have to thank me, Frankie,” you whispered. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

“I do, though.” He surprised you then, picking up the hand that was twined with yours and looping it around you at the same time that he used the one resting on your spine to turn you. Oh, alright. You gasped, the sound becoming a small laugh and then a warm hum as his arms resettled around your waist with yours crossed over one another, your back to his front and his chin over your shoulder. “And when we get up to our room later?” He curved his free hand around your hip and pulled you to him, so that his next two words could only be taken one way. “I will.”

A shiver ran from the shell of your ear down to your toes, your body responding by sending waves of heat to crash through your lower belly. Fuck, Frankie. He waited a few beats before turning you back to your original hold, and you were grateful for the time to get your suddenly racing heart somewhat under control. When you were face to face again, you opened your eyes to see just a touch of smugness in his grin. Because you know just what you’re doing, don’t you? The sincerity of what he’d been saying just before he set you ablaze, though, was still the most prominent thing you saw in his expression. 

“Oh yeah?” You freed your hand from his and brought it up to his forehead to push a rogue curl back into place. It slipped stubbornly down again with his nod and you let it, your palm resting on his shoulder momentarily. “Well I like the sound of that, Frankie.” 

His eyes flashed, and it didn’t matter that the courtyard was strung with small bulbs of golden light or that beyond them, the whole night sky was on display. That look…  His hand came up to his shoulder to scoop yours into it again, his thumb pressing into the cup of your palm before his fingers curled over your knuckles. “Good.” You could tell that the song you were dancing to was ending, and you knew that meant that in just a few moments you’d be seated at your table. But it seemed Frankie wasn’t done stirring things in you just to let them simmer for the next few hours. As the music began to fade out, he pulled you close and made sure that no one else could hear. “I like your sounds.” He nipped at your earlobe and you had to swallow a whimper. “Wanna hear ‘em all tonight.”  

Oh, don’t worry, you’re going to. 

You knew that wasn’t going to be an issue. Because of the way that you had to move your schedule around to take off the rest of the weekend and the following Monday, and since Frankie had Oliver the previous week, the two of you hadn’t spent the night together in a little over fourteen days. But now we’ve got three in a row. Just us. Before you could respond to what he’d said though, the DJ was thanking everyone for joining Benny and Alana for their first dance and asking that you all be seated for the toasts. Biting your lower lip in lieu of an answer, you shook your head as Frankie winked at you, and then you let him lead you to your table. 

Pope and Yovanna were already back, along with two of the bridesmaids and their spouses, but you passed Will as he made his way in the opposite direction, where the other two bridesmaids stood ready to start the toasts. You mouthed a “good luck” to him, the man giving you a bright grin as Frankie clapped him on the shoulder and mumbled, “Don’t fuck up, Ironhead.”  

“Yeah, fuck you too, Fish,” Will shot back under his breath as he elbowed Frankie, who snorted. 

The interaction was entirely commonplace for their group of friends, and it made you happy to know that after everything that the four of them had gone through together - some of which you understood that you might never know - they’d always have each other’s backs, always be there for one another during their best and worst times. You leaned into Frankie, your bare arm pressed to the sleeve of his jacket. And this is one of the good times. 

Turning your head, you kissed his bicep and hoped for nothing but good times for a long time. 

He pulled out a chair for you and you sank into it as he sat in the one next to it, listening intently as Will delivered a heartfelt toast to his little brother and new sister-in-law. Ending it by raising his glass, Will asked that everyone do the same. After listening to the things he said - about love, trust, growth and support, and how the best relationships, like Benny and Alana’s, had all of those things - you weren’t surprised to find that your eyes were damp as you took a sip of champagne. 

Because… You swallowed, watery eyes shifting to the man beside you. Because so do we. Clearing your throat, you swallowed again, though this time it was a lump of emotion instead of a bubbly beverage. “Will’s too good at public speaking.” You sniffed, leaning over towards Frankie, indicating the tears shining in your eyes.

He let out a small laugh, but you could see that the speech had struck a chord with him as well.  “He is,” Frankie agreed, reaching over to brush away some of the wetness you missed on your cheek. 

Will was finishing up by wrapping Benny and Alana in a hug, and then he handed the microphone over to the two women who were making a toast together, before making his way back to your group. You set your glass back down as you felt Frankie’s hand cover your knee under the table. He’d gathered the skirt of your dress up, pushing it aside so that his thumb could slowly stroke over the sheer material stretched over your legs, and though you were still thinking about what Will had just said, you were immediately distracted by what Frankie was doing. The way that his touch roved inward and higher up your thigh sent a fresh flood of heat into your belly, his warm exhale against your skin as he leaned close to whisper to you while Alana’s maid of honor continued her part of the speech only making it that much more difficult to pay attention.  

“I know I said it already but.. you look incredible tonight.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “You always do.’ Before you could respond, he lightly squeezed your leg, fingers tightening just above your knee before spreading out over the thin barrier between his flesh and yours. “These things are drivin’ me crazy, though.” He dug his fingertips in just enough to test the elasticity, letting out a quiet but throaty sigh as he relaxed his grip again. The sound made your eyes snap up to meet his, their depths darkened by his next few words. Oh, shit.  “I wanna see them. But I also can’t wait to get them off you.” 

The space around you broke out in good-natured laughter at something that Megan said in her toast, but you had no idea what it was because at that exact moment, Frankie’s hand slid higher up your leg - high enough for him to realize that it wasn’t a pair of regular pantyhose that you were wearing. They were thigh high stockings, topped with delicate black lace that hugged your legs. His eyes widened, a bolt of desire crashing through them that you swore you could feel. 

Because that means… “You can take them off, Frankie.” You sucked in a breath as his thumbnail lightly scraped over the embellished top and onto your skin before sliding beneath the elastic, your heart hammering. “But you don’t have to.” 

He stared at you then, his whole chest expanding with his inhale, and even though you were having a great time celebrating the new Mr. and Mrs. Miller, you couldn’t wait to get up to your hotel room so you could let that spark catch and consume you. Can’t leave yet though. 

“Oh, I will.” He arched one brow, gently pressing the thumb that was still beneath your stocking into the flesh of your thigh. “Eventually.” 

That time when the toast ended and you were supposed to drink to the newlyweds, neither of you had your glass in hand. You hadn’t even noticed the cheers and applause, the flashes of photos being taken. Instead, you stared at the flick of Frankie’s tongue as it poked between his lips to wet them, and you knew he was watching the way your breastbone rose and sank with your stunted breaths at the suggestions you both were making. 

I- we can’t… Not yet, it just… There were still hours left in the evening - dinner and dancing and celebrating and cake and pictures and… And he’s in the wedding party. He can’t disappear this early.  “Jesus, Frankie, the night just started and-”  

He withdrew his hand then, a devilish grin softening into something more teasing. “I know. Like I said…” He winked, lips twitching into a full on smile before pressing together as he nodded. “Eventually.” 

Oh, wearing these was definitely the right call. 

–  –  – 

A few hours - and several more less than subtle hints from both of you - later, your cheeks were sore from laughing and smiling. The party was starting to wind down, the clock ticking towards the end of the night, when you felt Frankie’s grip squeeze your leg under the table again. “Gonna go get one more drink from the bar.” He cocked his head to the side. “And then we can…” He let his sentence trail off, raising one eyebrow and slipping his thumb under the lacy elastic band around your thigh. “How’s that sound?” 

You sucked in a breath, teeth biting down on your lower lip as you nodded. “Sounds good to me.” 

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, leaning in to press his nose against your cheek, lips close to your ear. “Sounds.” Oh, fuck. “Be right back.”

With that he stood, following Pope and Will over to the bar. Yovanna had excused herself to use the restroom, so you were left alone at the table, your stomach swooping and your heart pounding. Your mind filled once more with the image that inspired your fashion choice for the night - Frankie’s thick, strong, rough fingers clutching the delicate sheers after removing them from your body - and you felt a ripple of excitement at how close you were to seeing it come true. Soon. So soon. He’s gonna come back and then- 

And then you snapped your head up as Benny’s voice hit your ear, the man grinning as he waved around the glass in his hand and made his way to your table. He was clearly drunk - but happily and pleasantly so, a slight stumble to his swagger but not at all inappropriate for a groom at his own wedding. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen him.  Pressing pause on the thoughts that were just about to run rampant as you stared dazedly out at the darkened beach beyond the dunes, you broke into a genuine smile of your own as he got closer. 

“Hey, Benny,” you pulled out the chair next to you, indicating that he could sit. “You just missed the guys, they went over to the-” 

The single cube of ice in his glass knocked against the side of it as he took a big swig of his beverage. Eyebrows gathered and forehead rumpled, he held up his free hand and mumbled an un-uh, shaking his head as he swallowed. “Nope, I came over to talk to you.” 

You laughed and cocked your head to the side. “Oh, yeah?”  

 “Yeah. Listen, I just-” He swung himself into the empty seat next to you with a sigh, setting his glass down next to Frankie’s discarded silverware. “I’m sorry Alana didn’t wanna do the whole,” he brought both hands in front of himself and mimed an over the shoulder throwing motion before continuing. “The whole toss the flowers thing.” The movement caused his whole body to tip to one side, both of your hands reaching out to stop him from falling off his seat. Though I don’t know if it would do anything. Luckily your help wasn’t necessary, Benny righting himself by gripping the table and shifting his weight. He closed one eye in an exaggerated wink and pointed at you with a grin. “Woulda put my money on you catchin’ it, and then…” He jerked his head towards the bar and waited for you to look over.

Though you already knew what you would see when you did, you still sucked in a breath at the sight of him, warmth spreading over your cheeks, and bursting in your chest. He’s… oh, look at him. Frankie stood waiting for drinks with Pope and Will, a deeply genuine laugh brightening his features as he jokingly smacked Pope’s shoulder, Will doubled over in laughter as well. It made you happy, seeing him like that, and you watched the three of them - focusing on Frankie - with a smile on your lips for a few more seconds before you turned back to face Benny. 

Suddenly, the meaning behind his words clicked, and you laughed, rolling your eyes. “It’s fine, Benny. It’s an outdated tradition anyway, and it takes time away from other things li-” 

He blew a breath out through his lips, cutting you off with an exaggerated wave of his hand. “No, but it's…” Your eyes widened in amusement as his flitted over your shoulder and brightened as he grinned. What is he doing? You didn’t need to wait long for your answer though, Benny raising one hand and waving to someone behind you. “Hey! Ang! C’mere.” Who is? You turned to see who he was talking to as one of the women in the bridal party - the one who had been partnered with Pope when they’d all walked down the aisle during the ceremony - came towards your table, her own small bouquet in hand. Oh, right, Angela. “Ang, lemme borrow that real quick, okay?” He gestured to her flowers. “Please?’

She leaned down with a huge smile on her face, placing one hand on the back of his chair, and kissed him on the cheek. “Anything for my brand new brother in law!” Dropping her bouquet in his lap, she laughed and clapped her hands. “I’m heading back to the dance floor while there’s still time, and when you’re done here I better see you out there twirling the shit out of my sister, Miller!” Laughing, she shimmied her way out towards the group of people on the floor,  Benny calling a ‘Yes ma’am!’ after her. 

“Benny,” you shook your head as he picked up the bundle of daisies and dahlias in his lap and glanced down at it. “What are you-” But you knew what he was doing the second you saw the mischievous quirk of his lips. Before you could get the final word of your question out, he sprung into action, flinging the bouquet at you. “What?!” You sputtered, hands flying out instinctively to catch what he’d thrown at you. “Why are you-” 

He just drummed his hands on the table top, some of the amber liquid in his glass almost sloshing up over the rim.. “See? I fuckin’ told you!” 

Closing your eyes, you let out a chuckle and hid your face behind the blossoms. “Benny…” You groaned, the sound devolving into a laugh. “You-” 

“What’s goin’ on over here, hmm?” Just then you felt Frankie’s solid presence behind you, one arm coming around your chair to set your drink on the table and press a kiss near your temple. Lowering the flowers to your lap, you closed your eyes as he let his lips linger long enough for you to feel him smile before he drew them away. Hi.  

“What’s goin’ on, ‘Fish,” Benny stood and faked a punch at Frankie’s bicep, opening his fist and letting it clap over the older man’s shoulder instead. “Is that your girl here just caught the flowers, so you know what that means.” Without waiting for a response, he waggled his eyebrows and bent down to retrieve his glass. “Now if you two will excuse me, I need to go find my wife.” 

“Yeah, you go do that, Benjamin,” Frankie muttered, shaking his head and bringing one hand up to swipe downwards over his mouth, the corners of it twitching behind his palm. Benny shot you another wink before turning towards where Alana was dancing with Angela, Will, Pope and Yovanna. “Can’t help himself, can he?” He spoke under his breath, dropping his hand. 

“You know Benny.” You shrugged, laughing as you crossed one leg over the other. The hem of your dress slid up as you shifted your position, exposing more of your knee and thigh. Though the autumn breeze that swept through the night was cool enough to cause a quick chill, all you felt was fire when his eyes fell to your lap. Oh. He… fuck. 

The pink tip of Frankie’s tongue slid between the seam of his lips to wet them, and then he was leaning down to reach for the bundle of blossoms still sitting in your lap. “So you caught these, huh?” His fingers skated intentionally over the thin mesh of your stockings, knuckles pressing down against your knee as he wrapped his grip around the stems of the flowers. 

It was all you could do not to openly moan at the look in his eyes and the presence of his large hand curled around the bouquet resting atop your legs. Swallowing hard, you blinked and nodded. “Mmhmm.” You took a breath that made your whole chest heave as he lifted the flowers away, keeping his eyes on the sliver of your upper leg that he’d just uncovered. “Sure did.” Benny threw them at me, but same difference. 

Flipping the bouquet onto the table, he brought his now empty hand back to your lap and curved it around your top leg. “Well, I think that’s our cue then.” 

Oh, is it? Your heart slammed to a stop as he used his grip to uncross your legs, but it sped up again as his fingers shifted from your thigh to your hand. He reached down for the other one and pulled you to your feet, his own planted so close to you that when you stood you were nearly chest to chest. He’d discarded his jacket earlier - it hung on the back of his chair instead of across his shoulders - and his sleeves had been uncuffed and rolled to the elbow, so when his arms went around you, you could easily feel the warmth of his body through the white button down he wore. Head swimming and pulse thrumming, you leaned into his hold and suddenly couldn’t wait to be upstairs. But I thought he said… 

“Thought you said one more drink.” Your voice was thin and wispy, your words dissolving into a hum as he ducked his head to kiss behind your ear. Not that I’m complaining. There was music playing, you were sure of it, but you couldn’t hear it over the thoughts racing through your head. “You just-” You gasped as his tongue swept over your skin. Oh, shit. You swallowed. “You just stood in line at the bar, and we haven’t said goodnight to-”   

You weren’t actually trying to convince him to stay any longer, and he knew it. “We’ll come back down for a drink in the lobby later,” he growled into your neck. “Say goodnight to ‘em then.” You could feel his warm breath on your skin, vibrating in your blood. “They’re not gonna notice we’re gone, trust me.” His facial hair dragged over your throat as he moved his mouth up to nip at your earlobe, teeth catching on the inner ridge of your ear. “Wanna see you in those sexy fucking things you got on.” That’s why I wore them. He doubled down then, lowering his tone even more, his words dripping directly into your soul to shake it. “Wanna feel that lace clamped around my head while I-” 

“Fuck, Frankie, let’s…” You panted out a breath, leaning your forehead into his shoulder as he let out a short chuckle. “Yeah. Let’s go.”  

As soon as the words were out of your mouth he was in motion, gathering up his jacket and handing you your purse. The small black rectangle swung from the strap with the force of his hasty grab, and you had to laugh, teeth biting down into your bottom lip. God, we’re like two horny kids, it’s…  Frankie’s wide palm settled firmly on your back then, steady and strong and you let him guide you through the cluster of tables and away from the reception area. It’s crazy how much I want him. 

His fingers flexed as he moved his hand around to your hip, and as the door to the hotel lobby slid open, you looked up at him and the heat that had been pooling in your lower belly flooded through your entire body. 

Because when he looked down at you, you saw, you felt - you knew - that he wanted you just as much. I’m yours, Frankie. 

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Your dress was over your head and on the floor within seconds of stepping into the room. Frankie’s hands worked quickly to bolt the lock before removing your clothing and landing at your waist. A groan rumbled deep in his throat to make a breath catch in yours. Oh, that- Your fists tightened in the material of his shirt as the gravelly sound he made stirred the embers in your belly into flame. Tipping your head back, his name left your lips in a sigh as your eyes clamped shut.  

“Finally got you to myself.” His large palms roved up your sides, fingers flexing into your flesh as he leaned in to pin you to the door. Ducking his head so that his lips hovered just over the pulse point on your neck, you felt the vibrations of each syllable as he spoke. “All to myself.” 

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, hands blindly moving to the buttons on his shirt and undoing the few that were still fastened. You sure do. He mouthed along the slope of your shoulder and then back up your throat, smiling when he felt you swallow. His touch wandered around to your back, climbing up and over the clasp of your bra, and you were emboldened by the sound - and feel - of another of his groans. Tongue flicking out to wet your lips, you challenged him. “What are you gonna do about it, Morales?” 

When he lifted his head to lock his eyes with yours, there was no need for him to answer your question with words. Oh fuck. You saw the same dark veil of desire fall over them that had been there from the start - when all you had were late night fucks, no feelings, all fast moves and finding release. But behind that, now you saw something else. Something that both deepened and brightened that darkness currently overtaking his brown eyes. Because now it’s… now we- 

Frankie dropped his gaze then, letting it rake all the way down your form as he took half a step back. “Fuck,” he muttered, chest heaving as he took in the view of your body. You felt the way his eyes lingered on the lacy band of your thigh highs for a few seconds, as though he were tracing the patterns and memorizing the way they looked stretched over the muscles of your legs. Hands following the trail that his eyes were blazing, he let them both settle low on your hips, thumbs swiping over the thin material of your underwear and into the crease where your thigh met your pelvis. “Look at you.” 

His eyes snapped back up to yours then, and there it was - desire, but not just to take. Not just to have you in his hands and take you into his bed, but to take you apart, peel pleasure from you in spirals. You sucked in a breath, letting it out in a quick exhale that you were sure he felt fan across his lips and cheek. He didn’t have to answer your question with words, but he did anyway. 

“You wanna know what I’m gonna do about it?” His voice was deep and raspy as he asked, and it was all you could do to nod in response. He pressed his thumbs more firmly into the space they occupied, the tip of his tongue flicking out to dampen his lips. “Gonna make you forget all about going back downstairs for that drink.” 

You were going to say something teasing or clever. Something witty or flirty. But that was before the corner of Frankie’s mouth pulled up in a lopsided grin that teemed with mischief. That was before his hands coasted over your curves as he lowered himself to his knees in front of you, chin tilted up so he could appreciate you from a new angle. When he looks at me like that it's… A thin whimper broke loose from your lips, your breathing starting to become quicker and more shallow as you let him overwhelm you. And he hasn’t even done anything yet. Fuck. Instead of anything like what you were planning on saying, you opted for his name as you combed your fingernails through his hair. 

“Yeah?” He let his right hand wander to the back of your left thigh, fingertips running over the textured lace there. You shook your head. “What drink?” 

He let out a short huff of laughter, and then you gasped as his right hand plunged downwards between the elastic and your skin, the sheer fabric stretching over his knuckles as he gripped your flesh. “These are…” His other palm slid down the outside of your right leg, his eyes following his own movement. They widened, a quiet curse falling from his lips as he wrapped his fingers around your calf, and then he lifted his gaze back up to find yours. “I like these.” Leaning forward, he laid his lips to the skin of that thigh, just above the edge of the band holding the barely-there garment up. You sighed at the warm drag of his mouth along the lace. “Like you in these.” 

He turned his face to give the same attention to your opposite thigh, the hair on his head brushing the skin he’d just lavished with his tongue and lips, the hair on his cheek and chin tickling your other leg as he kissed you there as well. That feels… Your eyes fell shut as your hand found its way into his curls, fingers weaving between them, and you let out a hum. “Thought you might, Frankie.” You opened your eyes again, lids heavy as you looked down at him. He tilted his head back to rest his chin on your kneecap. “Hoped you would.” 

“Did you?” He squeezed you gently as he asked, both hands kneading into your muscle. You responded with a whispered yes. “Well, as usual,” he mumbled, pausing to place another kiss to the inside of your left thigh, the sensation causing you to let out a breathless sigh, “you were right.” You shivered as you felt the light scrape of his teeth over the skin he’d just been focused on. “Driving me fuckin’ crazy all night knowing you had these on under that dress and-” You nearly went boneless as he pressed his forehead and nose to the front of your right thigh, groaning into your skin. “And that you put ‘em on for me.” 

“I did.” You practically panted out the words as your hands fell to his shoulders. Why is he still wearing clothes? “Did it in the car when I got here. Put ‘em on so you could take them off me, Frankie.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna. Wanna take everything off you.” His eyes flicked up to the matching black lingerie set that you wore, following the scalloped edges that hugged the swell of your breasts. “Just not yet.” 

He nuzzled higher up towards the apex of your thighs, his hot breath setting you ablaze as you suddenly realized - at the same time he did - that you were already soaked at just the hint of what was to come. Oh, fuck. 

The starving sound in his voice as he said your name cracked you open and turned everything inside of you to molten liquid. 

Oh, fuck, I… he-  His eyes flashed and then fell shut as his tongue pressed flat against the material of your underwear, and you couldn’t contain your moan if your life depended on it. And he wants to hear it. He swore under his breath, the string of half coherent curses vibrating through the damp material and sending sparks into your bloodstream. 

“Gonna start with these, though.” His tongue teased the edge of them, pushing beneath the elastic as he reached for the waistband with both hands. Teeth catching on the hem, he grinned and they snapped back against your skin. You inhaled sharply in a hiss as his fingers hooked in the band, the sparks in your veins bursting in tingling explosions. Wait! He needs to… he’s still dressed and - “They’re in my way. Wanna make you come on my tongue and-”

“Fuck, Frankie, wa- wait.” You gripped his shoulders, swallowing hard as your heart thundered and your head spun. Wetting your lips, you blinked down at him and took a few deep breaths. 

Hands stilling where he touched you, he leaned back to look up, eyes connecting instantly with yours. “You okay? What’s-” 

Before the crease between his brows could fully deepen, you shook your head and gave him a dizzy smile. “I’m fine.” Way more than fine. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. “Feeling kind of underdressed though.” Pulling at the wrinkled fabric of his shirt, you raised one eyebrow. “C’mon, Frankie, take this off. I want to… need to touch you.” Your voice warbled in your throat as he leaned forward to brush a kiss right below your navel, that molten heat you felt before responding to his lips by pooling in that spot. 

You whimpered, imagining him trying to lick at that heat with his tongue. He released a throaty sigh and though you couldn’t be sure, you had a feeling he was imagining the same thing. 

You didn’t have to ask him twice to take his shirt off, and you knew it was because he was just as eager to feel your hands on his skin as you were to put them there. He stood at your urging, letting you help him with the few remaining buttons, and then your hands were slipping under the open sides of his shirt as his found their home near your hips. Moving your palms over his chest and up towards his shoulders, you shucked the dress shirt down onto his biceps, your touch roving around to his back. As soon as his torso was bared he pulled you flush to his body, and then it was your turn to trail your lips in places that made him hum and groan. Because I’ve been waiting all night for this, too. 

As the thought crossed your mind Frankie’s hips rolled into yours, and the feel of him - hard and thick and making his pants work to contain him - pulled another sound from you, this one grittier, needier, as you nipped at his jaw. Fuck, I’ve never… Your hands went back to the crooks of his elbows, where the sleeves of his shirt still hung on his frame, and you pushed them down his forearms. Never wanted anyone as much as I want this man. 

“Easy, killer.” He teased, using one hand to free the other from his sleeves and then switching so that his shirt finally dropped to the floor. Your fingers had flown to the zipper on his pants, fumbling with the button there by the time he encircled your wrists, his grip strong but gentle as he stroked your pulse point with his thumb. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He eased your hands away from his fly, leaving it open as he used his hold on you to lead you fully into the room. After a few steps, he turned you so that you were in front of him, and then instead of pulling, he lightly pushed you until you felt the edge of the mattress behind your legs. “And neither are you.” 

He pushed a little more firmly, just enough to make you tip backwards onto the bed, a small string of laughter spilling from you as the mattress bounced beneath your body. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched as Frankie finished what you’d started with his pants. They fell around his ankles and then he stepped out of them, his grin growing wolfish as he closed the distance to kneel at the foot of the bed. 

“Now -” His palms slid up the sides of your thighs so that his fingers could find the band of your underwear again. “Think we were right… about…” Curling his digits, he tugged the material to pull it down, exposing your damp skin to the cool air of the hotel room and making you suck in a breath. “Here.” 

The last word came as his mouth descended on you, and within minutes you were ready to give him what he said he wanted before he took your tights off, your release slicking his chin and lips as one of your heels pressed into the shoulder blade that it was thrown over. When he finally lifted his head to look up at you, you panted out his name, breathless already. But I want more, I want- 

You wanted to feel him fill you, stretch you, needed him deeper than his tongue could delve. You wanted to watch the way his throat tightened as you clenched around him, wanted to see the way bliss blew the blackness in the center of his eyes outward towards the edges. You wanted to feel his muscles work against and with your own before they went slack and soft, needed the contrast of climax and the caresses that would follow. 

You wanted to fuck and then fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved with every cell in your being as the lazy sound of waves rolling up onto the sand floated through the balcony door.  

But before you could reach for him to coax him up towards you, he used the shoulder that was still under your leg to scoot you higher up on the bed. “M’not done with you yet.” One eyebrow pitched into an arch as he shook his head. “Not even close.” Shrugging your thigh down into the crook of his arm, he turned his face to press his lips - still partially coated in you - to your skin. “Gotta take these off, remember?” Moving his head and angling his chin, he opened his mouth and bit the lacey edge of your stockings. “S’why you put them on, right?” 

It sure fucking is. Frankie. All you could do was nod. 

Keeping the lace between his teeth, Frankie began to move slowly towards your ankle, peeling the fabric down over your knee. He paused there, lips grazing your skin, the bottom one obscured by the nylon that was stretched over it making the upper one feel warmer and softer. Oh, fuck. You let out a hum that you knew he heard, his eyes lifting from what he was doing to find yours as his hands continued to roam - one over your thigh, the other dragging down over your abdomen. 

“You like that?” His voice was a low, gritty rasp, the heat from his breath getting trapped between the sheer fabric and your skin, spreading down your shin. 

“Yeah,” you panted. “Feels good, Frankie.” 

That was an understatement. It felt like a goddamned blessing to know that this man wanted nothing more than to be undressing you with his teeth. That the only place he wanted to be in that moment - and he could be anywhere in the entire world - was right between your legs, tangled up in your limbs. It made you feel invincible and indestructible to know that he’d chosen you, that you had given your whole self to him and he’d accepted every piece of you, that he’d placed those pieces in his heart. It felt like pure passion and trust to love and be loved by Frankie Morales, especially when this was how he chose to show you. 

I fucking love him so much. 

He finally released his bite, letting go of the stocking which was bunched near your ankle, and then slipped two fingers between it and your skin to yank it off of your foot. “Gonna take the other one off, too.” 

At that, you groaned, the sound turning into a desperate whine. “No, Frankie, don’t… don’t tease. Need to… need, fuck, Frankie, I can’t wait any-” 

His chuckle was dark and deep and breathless. “Neither can I.” At that, he moved up the bed, reaching for a small box on the nightstand next to his wallet that you hadn’t noticed earlier - condoms, you realized in a haze as he tore open the package and deftly rolled the rubber over his length - and then he placed his lips next to your ear. “Gonna take the other one off… after.”

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It was late morning by the time the two of you made it back down to the lobby, the hotel staff busily tending to the continental breakfast buffet that you could see Pope, Yovanna, Will and a few of the girls from the bridal party partaking in, and as you let Frankie lead you over towards them, his hand solidly placed on the small of your back as Pope’s voice carried across the space ribbing the two of you with “Look what the cat dragged in!”, you could only think of two things - one, that Frankie had been right about the two of you not making it back for a goodnight drink, and two, that the pair of stockings now laying ruined on the floor of your room had been the best fashion choice you’d ever made in your life.

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[philliamwrites]

Um do you do requests because If it alright can some one make genderbend story with fem eren and male reader and like fem eren is a bully and the male reader put fem eren in her place. Based on Eren pov if hard for you write for male.

A/N: Ooohhh this is so exciting, the first real request ehehehehe, thank you, nonny!

Since there wasn’t a specific mention if this should be nsfw or not, I kept it sfw-ish (except the end lol) I hope it’s fine! (and there’s always the option to commission me for very specific things, just DM me). I took some liberty and changed the dynamic that you’d usually read (bully! Eren / nerd! Reader) and made them both over-competitive jocks, only Eren is mean about it.

Warnings: fem! Eren / male! Reader; unresolved sexual tension, swearing, sport-typical violence; Reader is also taller than Eren; 18+ Minors DNI; not proofread; implied male receiving oral sex by fem.

You have it in the bag. Five steps away from the goal, a clear shot before you, nobody in your way. The stick feels good in your hands, its familiar weight an extension of your own limbs, a weapon to clear a path towards the goal.

Jean screams from behind the restraining line to take the shot—“Take the fucking shot, you dumbass, what are you waiting for?!”—but you feel Coach Levi’s inscrutable look from the side line like a physical touch around your throat; Patience with capital P has never been your strong suit, and you don’t want to spend another thirty minutes after practice getting chewed up by Levi; or worse, signed up to run a marathon.

Connie’s waiting behind the goal line, his eyes rivetted on you, goalie stick raised in anticipation. He knows your moves, you’ve both started playing at the same time, three years ago after making the drunk decision to give it a try and having fallen in love with the sport ever since. He’ll expect a feint. He knows you’re good at those, and you know nothing pisses him off more than falling for that dirty little trick. Which is exactly the reason you’ll do a behind-the-back-shot.

Or you’d like to, were it not for a lightning-quick body slamming into yours like a wrecking ball, throwing you to the ground. Multiple things happen at once. You feel a stick snatching the ball out of your pocket; you hear Jean’s swears as he roars for the defence to fall back behind the restraining line; you see Eren’s lithe, muscular form as she steals the ball from you and throws a long pass forward to Sasha, bringing the ball across half the field and away from the attack zone.

She turns around briefly, and through the metal bars of her face mask you see her striking green eyes flashing wish mischief as she looks down on you. When you try to get up, the head of her stick pushes into your chest painfully, keeping you on the ground.

“Don’t bother,” she says, and just hearing her voice, the snarl in it, makes you want to kick her legs from under her. “You’ll do your team a favour by staying out of the game.”

Before you can reply, she’s already rocketing off, down the field to your defence zone, and you’re not proud of the fact how your eyes immediately fix on her long legs in that short, white skirt that’s riding up her ass as she runs.

A gloved hand hooks around your elbow and pulls you up to your feet. Marco gives you a pat on the back, dusting dirt off you. “Don’t let her get to you,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice behind the mask. “She’s unstoppable when she’s having a good day. Let’s hope Mikasa’ll shut down some shots. Oh, and don’t take Jean’s complains too much to heart.”

You watch them squabble at the other side of the field, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. You don’t give a shit about Jean. Levi’s disappoint, however, is palpable from the side line. It’s like someone just shot his dog.

“Exercise patience,” he always says. “But if you see Jaeger coming at you, you take that fucking shot as if your life depends on it, got it?”

 

The locker room is empty when you finish showering and pack up. You should get a fucking medal for the self-restrain you’ve practiced not drowning Jean under the showers after he gave you so much shit because “If you’d put your little girlfriend on a leash, we wouldn’t have that fucking problem. Every. Single. Time.”

Girlfriend. As if anyone can put a leash on Eren, especially when her brain is hardwired to stop at nothing to accomplish her goal. Start a fight with someone from an opposing team for giving her a weird look? Eren prefers not wearing gloves simply for the fact that she loves having her knuckles skinned bloody. Get Floche to do her assignments for International Politics? He’s eating out of her palm like a dog, easily submitting herself to Eren laughing at him whenever he’s asking her out for a real date. Knock you down on your ass? Her favourite pastime.

Just the thought of her, of her wide, forest-green eyes, garlanded by pretty, thick lashes the colour of ink against her sun-kissed skin, hits you with the force of a train. Fury: white-hot, boiling, venomous. You want to do something that shuts her up, makes her swallow her mean words—Christ, if you could make her cry, make her feel small and insignificant; make her look up at you and really see you, her round, soft cheeks flushed crimson, her full, red lips slightly opened as you drag your thumb over her bottom lip, your other hand secured around her throat—

Your hand would fit around her neck so perfectly—

“You done wanking one in the showers?”

You make a disapproving noise at the back of your throat. Just like the devil she is, Eren has been waiting for you outside the gym, balancing her stick in the palm of her hand. She’s changed her field gear for a simple vermillion hoodie and black shorts. You can’t get the image of her wearing that tight, white skirt out of your head, so you do what any respectable man should do and ignore her.

Eren doesn’t like that one bit.

See, when she goes at something, she goes swinging—literally. Metal slams into your gut hard enough to crush your lungs into your spine. The only reason you don’t crumble to your knees is because you’re used to shit like this on the field.

Eren laughs. “What’s the matter, big guy? Cat got your tongue?”

“I don’t have time—” You suck in a deep breath; the air won’t fit down your throat. “—for your bullshit.”

“You mad? Why are you still mad?” Eren’s smile slices white. “You got a problem I brought you down? Shame, you look good on your knees.”

If you’re the keg full of powder in a room, Eren is always the one trying to throw a burning match inside. Tough shit she doesn’t know you’re secretly a pyromaniac.

You move too fast for her to react, or maybe she just wasn’t expecting you to fight back. When her back hits the hard wall with a satisfying thud, you consider smacking her head against it for good measure. She stares up at you with wide eyes—exactly the sight you’ve imagined moments before—and when she swallows, you feel her throat flex under the palm of your hand. There it is. Your hand around her throat. She has to crane her had back; you dip yours, head cocked to the side slightly.

“What a fucking brat you are.” Your voice is so quiet. Hoarse. You don’t recognise it. You have a hard time focusing right now because one thing becomes painfully clear: You’d do anything to fuck Eren and make her scream and cry. “Is that what get you off at night? Bullying other people? Really? What are we, fucking twelve?”

Eren snarls at you, showing her teeth like a captured animal. You tighten your hold around her throat, dig your thumb into her pulse point that’s jackhammering like a rabbit’s heart caught in a snare. Pressing her harder against the wall, bringing your bodies flush against each other, you slide your leg between hers, and the sound she makes is exquisitely delicious.

“You’re just so easy to tease,” she replies, just as quietly. She turns her face towards you, like a flower following the sun’s path. “Maybe I’m weak for big guys that cry.”

“If I’m done with you, Eren, I won’t be the one crying.”

She shudders against you and tries to bring your bodies harder together, pressing her tits against your chest. You dig your fingers into her jaw until you can see your nails leaving red half-moons on her skin. Hovering your mouth above hers, you watch every twitch and change on her face, and every time she tries to close the gab between you by slanting her mouth over yours, you push her head back. The frustrated growl at the back of her throat is almost adorable.

“Or do you want for someone to put you in your place?” you wonder aloud, jerking your leg only once, only a little. Eren melts against you, moving her hips against the strong muscle of your thigh.

Your mouth goes dry. Eren uses that moment to slap her hands around your cheeks and pull you down, slamming her lips into yours. Her mouth is hot, almost feverish. She strokes her tongue against yours, and you groan into her mouth—the vibration of the sound sending lightning flicks of pleasure down your spine. The kiss goes rough, deeper, and claiming.

You’re not done with her yet.

Sneaking the hand that’s been holding her jaw to the back of her nape, you curl your fingers into her thick hair—and yank it back. Eren gasps, bearing her throat to you. You reward her by running your tongue over her bottom lip, grazing the soft flesh with your teeth.

“You had to—” she starts, and swallows when you put your mouth to the curve of her jaw, biting hard. “Fuck—Ever since you split that fucking watermelon open with your fucking thighs, you fucking gorilla.”

You laugh against the hot skin of her throat. “Is that it? You got a crush on me, and that’s how you’ve been trying to get into my pants?”

“If anything, I’m creative.”

You consider that with a hum against the curve of her shoulder. When you raise your face again, Eren is already waiting for you, her mouth hungry and pliant under yours. You run your hands through her hair, over and over again while tasting her, feeling her hips stutter against your thigh. When you’re holding her hair in a ponytail, she separates for a moment to look up at you—eyes blown black with desire, but lucid enough to question what you’re doing.

You’ll change that.

“I said I’d make you cry,” you say against her cheek, feather-light and soft, deceptively so. “I think it’s time to see how pretty you look on your knees.”

Eren tenses up at that, you can feel it against your body. Tenses up in anticipation, you realise, when her hands begin to work on your belt buckle, her eyes wide, wanton. Excited. Your cock jumps inside the confines of your pants, half-hard.

“You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” you whisper, kissing her cheek, her nose, her neck. Why have you never noticed before how ridiculously good she smells. “You’ll be good and nice for me, right?”

“That depends.” Her answer is breathless, barely audible. She’s still fighting in the end, as though she isn’t completely melting in your arms already. So cute.

You tighten your hold on her hair, pushing her down slowly.

“You’ll find you won’t have much choice,” you say, smiling. “I’ll make you behave this time.”

And Eren, still looking up at you while working on your zipper, answers with a smile herself, accepting the challenge.

A/N: I had too much fun writing this lmao

[cyborg-franky]

Trade - Blue

After screaming at one another for such a short time we have become chaos haha.

This is my part of our trade @friedbluechicken

Marco x OC SFW

– How It Started..-

The sea was calm, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the ocean through the window of the doctor's office, ruffling the papers stacked high on the desk. Marco sat on his chair listening to Ace talking about his last trip out on the striker. Ace leaned on the desk, idly rolling a pen around the desk as he chatted animatedly at Marco.

Marco frowned as he glanced around his desk, opening and closing the drawers the scrutinizing look on his face as he moved around the stacks of papers and medical books. He couldn’t find his favorite pen, the one that Thatch bought him for his last birthday, the golden pen with the peacock feather quill.

“And I was tellin’ Deuce about this one girl at the bar an- Marco, hey Marco, you distracted buddy?” Ace said with a frown, drumming his fingers on the desk, irritated that Marco’s attention seemed far away from their conversation.

“Huh? Oh, sorry Ace, I wanted to work while you talked but I can’t find my pen anywhere yoi.” Marco sighed in reluctant defeat, itching his head as his eyes did another sweep across his workspace.

“Why don’t you just use this one?” Ace suggested as he handed Marco the boring regular pen he’d been messing around with. “Not the same I don’t like the grip.” 

Ace gave him a look and Marco shrugged in response. “Is the pen your looking for gold? Big ass feather?” He nodded and Ace clicked his tongue, a grin spreading across his face, chuckling to himself as Marco sat there with his arms folded giving Ace a look. “Why?”

“Yeah, I saw Tori with it like an hour ago,”

Marco took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, that girl was going to be the death of him he swore it. Ace leaned back in his seat, the grin twisted into a smirk as Marco slipped his glasses back on and mumbled. “She likes you, birdbrain, she’s got it baaaad.” Ace teased lacing his hands behind his head, basking in Marco’s annoyance. “And how did you work that out yoi.��� 

“No way in hell she messes with you this much to not have a crush on you. Don’t you remember when you were younger? To get someone's attention you tease them? Like pull hair, push them in puddles, take their stuff?” Ace could tell from the look on Marco’s face he had never done such a thing nor engaged in such behavior. “Man, I forget your like a thousand… anyway, it’s something that happens with normal people who can’t process their feelings…”

“Is that so?” “Yep”

Marco looked out the window, at the bright blue sky and mulled over Ace’s words, it would suit Tori’s personality, that sort of behavior. She was always playing these little tricks on him, nothing that was mean or harmful, just enough to get his attention. So, Tori had feelings for him? That was a lot to process. He couldn’t say they were one-sided, not at all. He rubbed the stubble on his chin as he put pieces together. Feeling Ace still staring at him with that smug look on his face.

“I think I also got a very clear look into what you were like growing up too, yoi.” Marco teased Ace, seeing the pink hue light up his freckled cheeks.

—---

— Feathers and Claws—

Flying through the night sky always made his heart sing, the feeling of cool air running through feathers and flame. Marco was blessed with the joys of both the sea and the sky as his endless domain, his eternal freedom. It did his soul good to dance among the stars, weave in and out of clouds. 

Marco was always tasked with scouting ahead, to make sure the sea was clear of trouble, not that anyone would be dumb enough to try and take on the Whitebeard Pirates but the less hassle the better. He flapped his mighty wings, slowly beginning his descent as he saw the giant ship he called home in the distance. 

He dipped down in the sky like a shooting star, flaring his wings out like a parachute of feathers, landing gracefully on the deck, those on watch greeting him with cheers and waves. He tucked his wings on either side of him, his beak picking at the loose feathers on his chest, completely unaware he was being stalked.

Tori could never help the feral instincts that flared up within her, still unused to the urges her devil fruit would pump through her. Zoans always had a mind of their own after all. The griffin stalked its prey, watching the golden chains of light that were the tail of the phoenix with great interest, her talons flexed, sharp points digging into the wooden planks as her wings folded neatly, the lions tail swished behind her as she resisted the urge to growl, not wanting to alert her prey to her whereabouts.

The phoenix lifted a wing, preening the flaming blue plumage, feeling safe and at ease, unsuspecting. And that was perhaps Marco's fault, being too relaxed when he knew there was another zoan onboard with certain urges.

Tori flew across the deck, talons outstretched and leaping through the air she pounced on Marco who let out the least dignified squawk, loud into the night causing other crew members to stop and stare as he was pinned on his back, paws pinning his wings as he gawked up at the creature, at Tori.

She grinned, proud of herself for knocking the great Marco the Phoenix on his back. His legs were useless as they stuck up in the air. She leaned down and nuzzled her face against his. The phoenix gave an annoyed grumble, a trill of bird song when Tori’s beak nuzzled his.

“Alright, you got me yoi.” Marco said and wiggled his wings. 

“Yeah I did, you aren’t so tough are you?” She said with a chuckle, turning into a human at the same time as Marco, she straddled him, her hands pinning his arms down still. He gave her a lazy smile in return and didn’t make an effort to move, just allowing himself to be at her mercy, enjoying watching her hair frame her face, lightly jostled by the evening sea breeze.

“I guess not,” He shrugged his shoulders and felt her let go of his arms, placing her hands on his chest, gazing down at him with affection shining in her eyes. Marco reached up and stroked her face. 

“Guys come on, we just had dinner,” Thatch called, causing them both to look over where he was leaning on the railings, smoking a cigarette, a sly smirk on his face and brows quirked at the display.

“Jealous?” She shot at the chef before getting up, offering Marco her hand, he allowed her to pull him into a sitting position, the smile never leaving his face as she went to playfully bicker with Thatch.

—-

–Games–

Tori hadn’t seen Marco in a few hours, he wasn’t hunched over his desk working like she had expected and he wasn’t in the kitchen sneaking leftovers with Ace. She sighed and flapped her wings behind her back, letting them take her out of the kitchen and out onto the deck.

That was when she heard Ace’s voice and she turned the corner to see Thatch, Marco, and Ace huddled around one of the tables, beers at their sides and a stack of playing cards as Thatch started to shuffle the deck.

“Alright fellas, I’m tired of taking firecracker’s cash, wanna put something else on the line?” Thatch asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Ace rolled his eyes and slouched in his seat, sipping his beer and sulking.

Marco raised an eyebrow and looked over at Thatch. “What did you have in mind?” He asked as Thatch started to deal the cards. “Loser has to take one of the nurse's outfits and wear it for a night!” Thatch chuckled and Marco rolled his eyes but chuckled along with his friend.

“I’m not wearing a dress,” Ace mumbled and sat up. “Then suck less boy, come one Fire Fist, wheres your sense of adventure?” Thatch teased.

The competitive streak that ran a mile wide in Tori completely peeked and her wings stopped, letting her drop to the floor the sound of her feet hitting the deck caused Marco to look up, smiling and waving his hand. “Tori!” He called as she stepped over.

“That bet sounds fun, I think Ace’s legs would look great in leopard print, though I think I wanna take down the big bird himself.” She said, smirking as she sauntered over, sitting next to Marco at the table.

“How about it? Wanna deal me in Thatch?” Tori reached over and grabbed Marco’s mug, taking a swig of the booze, eyes meeting Marco’s, a challenge as she finished off his mug of drink with a happy sigh.

“Alright then, let's do this!” Thatch cheered and dealt the newest player her hand.

The game wasn’t hard per say but Thatch and Marco were sneaky, even Ace was pulling out all the stops, not wanting to be the one stuck in the nurse's outfit. Marco peered over his cards, the same sly smile on his lips as always, an amazing poker face. He could tell Ace and Tori were both sweating it.

He could be a good boyfriend and take down Ace, saving Tori from the fate of a tight pink dress and thigh highs but he also very much wanted to see that. He played a card and Tori puffed her chest out, she was determined to win, or at least not lose at this point. Long had given up on trying to put Marco at the bottom now she was doing her best not to be the loser.

Cards slapped on the table, beers brought over here and there. Curses and mumbles, laughs and playful jabs around he table as it came down to the wire. Ace was sweating, shuffling the cards in his hands in some vain attempt to change the outcome, to change the numbers.

“Alright then, how’s this…” Tori proclaimed with a grin staring at Marco as she slapped down her hand. Ace cried out, laughing loudly as he slapped his down. “I beat your ass birdbrain!” He pointed at her and she stared at the cards… stared at Thatch… Marco, the cards.

“Awww fuuuuuck..”

–

“You look very good in this though yoi.” Marco hummed and tilted his head when Tori came out of the bathroom in the outfit, feeling ridiculous, a blush across her cheeks as Marco watched how she moved in the outfit, trying to pull down the hem of the dress.

“It should be you in this not me… “ She huffed as he walked over, placing hands on her hips. “If you don’t like it that much, we can get you out of them” Marco’s smirk grew as he gave her a hungry half-lidded gaze which caused her cheeks to go brighter pink than the dress.

“S-shut up..”

—---

[niemernuet]

crawling out of that writer's block one word at a time.

Kiss Cam

rating: T pairing: Gino Caviezel/Marco Odermatt, Gino Caviezel/Daniele Sette (or is it...?) characters: Daniele Sette, Gino Caviezel, Marco Odermatt, Hannes Hassler, Renzo Valsecchi, Loïc Meillard, Mauro Caviezel length: 1'500 words

Even during the intermission the cheering did not die down. The speaker whipped up the hall with thumping music and incoherent shouting, and the American audience followed suit until Daniele’s ears rang. He had just chosen a picture of the sold-out hall to upload on social media, when Gino joined in the laughter.

“Come on, don’t leave me hanging.”

Confused, Daniele looked up from his phone. The first thing he registered was the attention of their seat neighbours, their eyes all lingering on them. He turned his head to look at Gino, which turned out to be the entirely wrong thing.

“Wha…” he tried to say but could not finish because suddenly, Gino’s lips were on his.

“Hey now!” Gino laughed, and around them, new cheers erupted. “You were supposed to look ahead, mate. I was not aiming for your lips.”

“What?” Daniele squeaked, and followed Gino’s outstretched finger to the jumbotron smack in the middle of the hall, where his beet-red face was currently displayed front and centre together with Gino under a cheesy banner with the words “Give me a smooch”.

“You’re so cute, you guys!” one of the women in the row below them yelled in a broad American drawl.

“We’re not…” Daniele exclaimed. “This isn’t…”

“Awww,” Gino laughed, and took a sip of the water they sold as beer. “Why are you being so mean all of a sudden?”

The camera finally panned away to the next victims, and Daniele glared at Gino. “What the hell?” he hissed.

Gino’s grin did not waver. “Don’t look at me like that. You turned your head and went full send.”

“I did not know you’d do that! I didn’t know we’re on the bloody cam.”

“M-hm,” Gino smiled, and Daniele could not retort anymore because in that moment, the two teams returned onto the field for the last part of the basketball game.

 -----

Just when Daniele’s ears had finally returned to their normal colour in the early morning, Thomi kicked off what would turn out to be Daniele’s second worst week in his life. He fished his phone out of his pocket, and put it down next to the bowl of muesli to accept the video call from Switzerland. Gino put down his cup of coffee next to him, and sat down in the free chair.

“What is that?” Daniele asked, and leant closer to the small screen.

“I was wondering if that would be okay?” Thomi’s voice sounded in the background while the image still showed an opulent bouquet of white lillies. “Or maybe something in a basket? I’d order a bow with a heartfelt message to go with the flowers of course.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“For your funeral,” Thomi explained, and finally moved the camera to reveal his smug grin. “I mean, it’ll be closed-casket so the flower arrangement needs to have a certain size. Otherwise it’d just look sad on top of that coffin.”

“What if he gets cremated?” Gino asked, and Thomi’s eyes grew wide.

“Right,” he breathed.

“I’m…” Daniele stuttered as he tried to grasp the meaning of Thomi’s newest joke. When it finally hit him, he dropped his spoon into the bowl. “You told him?” he exclaimed, and stared at Gino.

Gino shrugged. “It may have come up when I was writing to him yesterday,” he smiled. “It was pretty funny after all.”

“Kissing Odi’s boyfriend?” Thomi chimed in from the phone while Daniele tried to pick his jaw from the table top. “Risky move, if you ask me.”

“We didn’t kiss!” Daniele yelled, and with that alerted everyone in the breakfast hall of their presence. Thomi’s cackling blasting from the phone also did not help.

 -----

With Justin and Marco already in Canada for the downhill-practice, Gino and Daniele were the only athletes of their team left in the mountains of Colorado. Which meant that the coaches only had half the usual stress. Or, none at all.

Hannes blew up his cheeks, and released a cloud of air into the cold. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said to Daniele, and gave the starting gate a tentative kick.

“Just a second,” Daniele muttered as he wrangled with his gloves and sticks.

Hannes shrugged. “Unless you want to wait for Gino, of course. For that good-luck-kiss.”

Daniele exhaled, and lowered his hand. “It. Was. Not. A. Kiss,” he said, punctuating every word. “We both turned our heads in the wrong moment, that’s it! Nothing more.”

“M-hm,” Hannes gave back. “Whatever you say. I mean, personally I’m in awe of your chutzpa. Going for the boyfriend of a guy two heads taller than you? That takes guts. My compliment.”

“Marco is not two heads taller than me!” Daniele exclaimed. “Barely one! Also, it was not a kiss!”

Hannes grinned at him. “M-hm. Keep that in mind when you’re going to bruise his knuckles with your cheekbone.”

Daniele rolled his eyes but before he could gave back another ineffective remark, the radio strapped to Hannes’ chest crackled, and Renzo’s voice sounded through the ether.

“Hey, is Casanova coming soon?”

“He just left,” Hannes answered, and kept grinning at Daniele until he hurled himself out of the gate.

 -----

To Daniele’s dismay, the hits kept coming even from across the sea.

“Fuck!” he cursed as he scrolled through the dozens of photos of himself and Gino that Loïc had just sent into the group chat. The sun had long set behind the steep mountains, and only the television and the lamps on their nightstands still illuminated the room. Gino tore his eyes off the hockey game playing on the TV, and picked up his phone, just in time to catch Loïc’s message.

“Heard about your move, Daniele. I didn’t know you felt that way about Gino but I immediately checked my hard disk for the cutest pictures of you two doves. Hope you like them. 💗”

“I’m going to kill him,” Daniele muttered while Gino cracked up on the other side of the room. Before he could write a reply though, another picture came. This time the photo only showed Gino, taken in the exact moment of a jump out of the starting gate, all his muscles taut under the skin-tight race suit, and his bottom sticking up in the air.

Another message of Loïc followed immediately. “This one’s just for you. As a treat. 😉 Don’t tell anyone.”

Daniele stared into the air. It did not take long for his phone to shake again.

“Oops, wrong chat. Sorry. ☺️”

“Now I’m really going to kill him,” Daniele growled.

“I have to say, that is a good angle of me,” Gino said, and stared at his phone with a smile.

Daniele ignored him, and hammered a reply into his phone. “Why are you still in the group chat anyway? Don’t you have to draw some dicks onto ski boots somewhere?”

Loïc’s answer followed immediately. “Nobody can prove anything.” He closed with a string of emojis before the group chat fell silent again, leaving Daniele alone with his own thoughts.

 -----

His pride remained unbroken, though he could not say the same thing about his conviction that they were all just playing a prank on him. Which was why Daniele ended up battling with himself whether he should contact Marco directly to clear things up. His Italian stubbornness said no but it was slowly chipped away by a small voice inside his head that this affair might grow into something really ugly if it went on for much longer.

The reel of Odi going to town on a punching bag in the gym of Fairmont Chateau in Lake Louise that Justin uploaded on the internet did not help matters at all.

“Why are you all ganging up on me anyway?” he asked into the silence. They were caught in a traffic jam on their way to the airport but luckily, they had left early enough. Renzo threw him a questioning look through the rearview mirror. Hannes was leaning his head against the window and did not budge.

“I mean,” Daniele continued, “I’m not the one who has a boyfriend here. Why am I branded as the homewrecker while Gino can play the innocent victim?”

“Because I am the innocent victim,” Gino answered innocently from the other end of the back bench.

“Wow,” Renzo said, and even from this angle Daniele could see how hard he had to bite down to hide his grin. “I can’t believe you’d insinuate, nay, accuse Gino of infidelity.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to say!” Daniele exclaimed.

“Shame on you!” Hannes added. “Also, we all saw the video. You turned the head, not Gino.”

“There’s a video?” Daniele yelled.

“Justin found it on youtube,” Renzo said, and his grin finally burst out. “You were so red.”

Daniele groaned, and banged his head against the cool window. “You know, I’m starting to think you just want to bully the only c-cadre athlete here.”

“Sure,” Hannes replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Nice try to deflect from your actions.”

Daniele threw up his hands.

 -----

The Chateau was even more impressive up close than on photos. Daniele stared up the rows and rows of windows overlooking the sprawling valley. At least there would be enough space to run from the inevitable. With a sigh he opened the hatch of the rental, and started to unload his bags. He did not see the group that came walking out of the big gates, and subsequently maybe let out a little shriek when suddenly, Marco stood next to him. For a second, they both glared at each other.

Then, Marco laughed.

Before Daniele knew what happened, he lost contact with the ground, and was pulled in a bear hug.

“Come on!” Gino exclaimed while Marco still laughed in Daniele’s ear. “How long was that, two seconds? Way to ruin it, love.”

“I’m sorry, Marco hiccupped, “but you should have seen his face.”

“Help…” Daniele squeaked, and tried to wriggle one of his arms out of Odi’s clasp.

Marco turned his head, and Daniele was forced to look at him from closer than he had ever planned. “Also, sorry about…you know. At first it was just a joke between me and Gino but it kind of spiralled from there.”

“Did it?” Daniele deadpanned, and was finally released from Marco’s hug.

“Also, I am totally two heads taller,” Marco added.

“As if,” Daniele scoffed, and pushed one of his bags in his hands. “The least you can do is help me.”

“Absolutely,” Marco said, and in stark contrast to his boyfriend even managed to look a little bit apologetic. Daniele picked up the last bag, and closed the hatch, when another person turned around the corner of the apparently oversized car.

“Well, look who arrived,” Mauro said, and leant against the car. “I heard you kept Odi’s side of the bed warm down in Colorado.”

“Leave it,” Gino said before Daniele could answer. “Marco didn’t last three seconds.”

“Aw, seriously!” Mauro exclaimed, and his stern demeanour changed instantly. “I was so looking forward to this!”

“I’m sorry,” Marco said. “I tried.”

“You’re all so funny,” Daniele muttered, and walked off with his hands full of bags, ignoring the laughter in his back.

[supreme-burrito]

You know I had a dumb thought yesterday. Like a REALLY DUMB THOUGHT

So there has always been that rumor floating around that Oda will before permadeath a member of the Strawhats before One Piece ends.

People think it will be Luffy because he will do a Gol D. Roger

Technically it already happened with Zoro and Wano.

But I’m talking about permadeath and before they hit Laugh Tale.

From my other theory about someone else, and my constant jokes, I think the one Oda could kill off and replace so the Straw Hats can make it there, is Chopper. You know where this going.

Ever since the time skip, every single Straw Hat has gotten a mega upgrade AFTER the time skip happened

Luffy has Gear 5

Zoro just got stronger and got Enma in Wano,

Sanji found out he’s fucking invincible from his RAID suit from Whole Cake Island,

Nami got a new Climatact AND got Zeus from Big Mom

Usopp is a God and picked up Observation Haki. He was a cornerstone for the success of Dressrosa.

Brook can literally suck out your soul with the power of…soul. Picked that up in Whole Cake Island and did I mention took on Big Mom? He took on Big Mom multiple times.

Robin became a giant woman and a giant woman in Wano.

The only others who have yet to get a huge upgrade are Franky, Jimbei, and Chopper.

Franky can always upgrade himself. And with Egghead going on, despite the situation, this is his moment to take Vegapunk’s knowledge and use it to its full potential. And he is essential to the team because he is the shipwright.

Jinbe is currently at his best, IMO but he is an essential member to the team as the helmsman. No one can sail the ship like him.

Chopper however, really hasn’t gotten anything special outside of the upgrades that were given to him when the timeskip happened. He has Kungfu point and learned to control Monster Point. He DID learn to control Monster Point for longer from Cesar, but the side effects are very severe. Like worse than Luffy using Gear 4 for the first time severe.

He got his time to shine in Wano, but he really hasn’t had any big W’s since….well since his opening arc all the way back in Drum Kingdom.

Everyone else’s Devil Fruit user has had their awakening or is strong enough to survive.

Except for Chopper. And one top of that, Chopper is replacable. I really don’t think it was a coincidence that Oda had three other doctor pirates sitting around for nothing.

Crocus - too old, already had his journey

Marco - already had his journey and is protecting Whitebeard’s treasure

And Law. Law has been crucial to the plot since around episode 600. And he can do everything Chopper does, but much, much better. He also has his Devil Fruit awakened where I have mentioned before, he could possibly modify his body to be able to replicate ANY Devil Fruit power given enough strength and time. He could easily make those

SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA Chopper created a Minx equivalent to the Rumble Ball where they can activate Sulong at any time and gave them to Bepo.

Need we forget about Law’s secret ability where he can give one person immortality.

I joked about Law joining Luffy’s crew but now I’m certain it will happen. And possibly Bepo too.

They won’t join after the incident with Blackbeard, but once Chopper dies, Law is going to open his heart to Luffy and join. Especially with the Tang and the rest of his former crew now gone.

[silvers-d-me]

Where Has My Underwear Gone? OP Men Edition: Portgas D. Ace

Date Night with Ace and Marco! Reader is AFAB and a Devil Fruit user. Reader is in a poly relationship with Marco and Ace. Probably swearing, definitely smut, female body parts, male body parts, so much dick. Explicit language. Minors DNI!

Date night! This was something special, something you and your boyfriends didn't often manage with the responsibilities of two Division Commanders, plus Marco being the Moby Dick's ship doctor, plus the trips Ace took on behalf of Whitebeard, and now, your promotion to Maintenance Division Commander. That was one of the reasons for the celebration. More responsibility, yes, but given the fact you were the user of the Mend Mend no Mi, it only made sense. You'd learned enough about repair and maintaining the gigantic vessel with your hands as well as your Devil Fruit to take over from Blenheim and allow him to move to other duties.

So here you were in a fancy ass hotel lobby with Marco, both of you wearing your best fancy ass attire, at Ace's direction. Marco was looking absolutely delectable in his dark charcoal suit with a burgundy dress shirt, for once button closed and not displaying his very admirable torso, pants cut to fit almost too well, shiny black shoes a distracting contrast to the sandals he usually wore. He'd even slicked his blond sprout of hair back somehow and with his heavy lidded eyes he looked very much like the image of some gangster boss in a manga. He was a doctor, but even dressed up to the hit, he couldn't shake that aura of I AM A PIRATE. Said pirate glanced down and you and smiled. “Like what you see? You're looking even more lovely than usual, yoi.”

Marco took your hand in his, stepping back a pace to appreciate your own fancied-up appearance. Your hair was combed and sleek and piled up, adorned with glimmering combs of gold and diamond and pearl, The dress was a honey colored satin that went beautifully with your skin, one shoulder left bare, the other graced with a strap set with matching diamonds and pearls. The lights of the lobby gleamed down the satin that hugged your form just right, the sweep of it adding to the overall image of luxury and opulence. You wore actual heels for once, strappy things that peeked out from the satin with an echo of pearl and glint of white diamond fire. Your wrist and ears were adorned with the same metal and gems: diamonds of varying size set in lush gold with pearls gleaming in the settings. You were also a pirate, after all, and enjoyed the chance to show off some of your plunder. At your throat was a fine chain of gold, nearly invisible, holding the most precious piece of jewelry you owned.

The pendant was of a gold nearly orange color holding three gems: a bright blue sapphire, a deep red ruby, and a pearl of twilight purple between them. It had take Ace and Marco a long time to find that pearl even with access to the chests of them Pops collected. It was, they had decided, a perfect color for you, rare and exotic and carrying shades of both the other jewels in its luster. You only wore it on the most special of occasions and time when you felt sure it was in no danger or harm nor pillage, though really, on Marco's arm, there weren't many safer places to be. He drew you in and kissed the back of your hand fondly, then turned it over to press warm lips to your pulse point. He knew very well how to get that pulse moving and you grinned up at him, other hand smoothing over his lapel.

“Behave yourself, Commander. We're supposed to be somewhere in just a few minutes. I still wonder what our Ace has gotten up to this time. Not that I'm complaining, you understand.” You let your arm be tucked into Marco's as he led you towards the sweep of elegant stairs, lit by a ridiculously intricate crystal chandelier. “I wonder how much he paid for this, or if he just threatened to burn it to the ground if they didn't give him a suite?” Even with the Phoenix's support you were having to be careful to negotiate the stairs in heels with the dress clinging to your legs too closely.

“I hope he just paid since I don't want to be interrupted and have to fight off the constabulary yoi.” Marco's hand "accidentally" slipped down the pretty satin from your hip to your butt. "Why, Y/N, I'm shocked yoi. Are you bare under that scandalous gown?!" He sounded just shocked beyond all propriety.. but his voice had dropped and his hand was nearly radiating heat. The glance you shot up at the handsome doctor through your lashes was amused and irritated. You had to pause as he reluctantly left the supple curve of your butt to produce a key from his pocket and open the closed door that faced you. A dark glossy wood, brass fittings and an elegant letter A.

"I think you know very well why I'm not wearing anything under my dress, Marco. It's all gone. Every stitch! All of my pretty underwear is missing.  Everything else is there! Garters, stockings, bras, corsets, every other piece that either you or Ace has given me is gone. I'm not wearing my business underpants with this dress, Birdie." You gestured up and down yourself, directing his attention to the dress and the shoes and the stockings and the hair and the makeup and the jewelry and the everything. Even the perfume, as you drew your wrist slowly under his sensitive Zoan nose. You smirked as his bright blue eyes dilated under his heavy lids. Zoan users were so easy to tease. You twirled away from his grabby hand by opening the door and stepping into.. wow.

[To Be Continued!]

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

VAL, did you know that there's a Japanese perfume brand that makes perfume themed Marco? I BOUGHT IT. Took me 6 months for it to both be released and shipped to my house and I secured that box like a hound with her bone.

The box was so small like it's the same size as my palm, it was pure glass that I almost fainted when I realized how heavy it was. The smell… So divine, like I could smell that stinging thing that most perfumes have but is it weird for me to say that it smelled masculine? Like this is probably what a modern mafia AU Marco would wear when he goes to galas and just swoop you down like this…this is good…

I did not regret spending 1 month worth of my salary for this…

-cookie lovin anon.

Hello Cookie Anon !!!

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I totally did not google and find it right now. And it did not add it in my shopping cart 💀 (totally did.) I found the website on of the brand it it looks like they have a variety of characters!!! 6000 yen equal to $44.58 here in the US dollars. I luckily have a japan address where I get things shipped there then they mail it here to the US!!! Looking at the fragrances they used in the perfume I think it would be a nice combo!! I usually wear the brand Escada I have a few of their perfumes and i love them!! But I do want to step out of my comfort zone so i will have to try this one !! I will give my feedback and let you know how it smells to me!!

*thinking about Mafia Modern Marco AU* total brainrott right now . He would look sooooooooooo gooood. Nice suit with his glasses. The way he would stare at you the corner of his mouth would curl up ghaoegirhfngeljrngelrjnfgelalek. Giving off the total dom like he is in charge vibe. I would be putty in his hands🤲🏻 and do anything he asked me too. I hope you enjoy the new perfume babe!!!! Im so happy for you!! I hope you are doing well babe!!! Stay safe sending you love and kissies my sweet cookie anon!!! the brand of the perfume along with the other characters: http://primaniacs.com/one-piece/

i also got some clips from the website!!!

[chaotic-nick]

Note: This is my first try at writing a fem! character x fem! reader and its fun! I hope you enjoy this as angsty as this may be. Thank you very much for hosting this collab @saccharine-darling! Also trying out a new style of banners, what do you think of this?

Event: WLW COLLAB (masterlist)

words: 1.8k // Actor Au

warnings: Unrequited love, lost chances and somewhat unedited (?) angst overload I hope.

The weight of the day despite not starting yet had started to show on everyone’s faces in the church. Elder castmates and Historia’s acting coaches, along with her other mentors who helped her talent grow collectively agreed without the exchange of words that they would stand outside the church and pass around the lighter. Safe in a cigarette box. Her friends who were posing for Instagram stories and personal pictures as they bragged of their expensive tailored suits, one by one loosened their ties when the humidity coming in suffocated them.

There was sweat cascading at the back of their ears. Gelled hair all slicked back slowly becoming undone. If the paparazzi were to see them now and swarmed them at the entrance of the church, they’d have careers in the world of memes.

As much as they all wanted to flock outside in search of a dessert shop, they all stayed in the church. Staying there and enduring the heat both from the summer wind coming tin through the windows and the lack of air conditioning was the most they can do to give back what Historia had done for them.

Whether it be words of encouragement that sounded like it came straight out of a book— sometimes sounding like a pre-school teacher’s line, she always had the right words to say when someone was struggling with their mind. That and a slap to their back when the nerves got to them.

(Y/n) sat next to Marco, waiting. Clutching her bouquet that was delivered to her hotel room that morning as her personal stylist readied her for the day. The note that Historia sent with safe in her leather journal. Jitters got to her, not letting her rest in place. Either her eyes roamed everywhere— noticing every detail that was there in the church and the altar decorated with the purple flowers prominent in the show.

The show where Historia’s life-long career finally took off and where they all grew together.

Or her mind wouldn’t shut up to two years ago when both of them were pushed in the closet in the villa where their shared birthday was celebrated, and Historia confided everything she’s been feeling in her. Almost crying in her best dress.

Heaving another sigh, she leaned her back on the pew to steadily exhale it out. “Ew, Reiner. Dude, literally shut up.” Sasha who was quiet from last night’s party finally spoke after tolerating Reiner telling her about how his skin began to itch underneath the suit. The heaviness of disgust in her tone cut (Y/n)’s exhale, forcing it to a snicker. “Literally no one wants to hear about your rash.”

Satisfied with himself, Reiner crossed his arms. “Can’t cuss me out cause we’re at church, huh?”

“Just until we get to the reception.”

Marco who was beside (Y/n) and only watching the exchange between them both was happy that she raised her head and joined in watching the exchange of church-safe comebacks. Today, (Y/n) was extra pretty. Even if her eyes continuously focused on something else as she became more lost in thought. “Are you okay, (Y/n)?”

He understood that today wasn’t like any other day. Despite them having experience in attending weddings. Well, this was the first actual wedding without a camera crew in the side or a director telling them what to do. The only camera in the room was stationed at the side to capture today’s highlight.

No script to be followed. No ‘another’ take. Just a day with raw emotions. In a world of knowing nothing but following filming schedules, that was an impossible task.

“Yeah.” A curated change of emotion was ready at hand when she averted to him. The sweat collecting at her forehead made Marco reach out for the spare handkerchief in his blazer.

“You don’t look like it.”

Accepting the handkerchief from him she looked around, thinking that today was heavy. “Probably the heat, yeah?” There was the cocktail of unexplainable emotions and her heart pounding for attention.

Then the heat. “I think the church’s got fans they can plug in somewhere . . .” Marco’s ramblings didn’t make any more sense as she focused on keeping her consciousness in check.

Was she excited? It was concluded that all of them were happy, collectively accepting that their excitement may cause them to jump around . . . or do a lot of questionable things.

Or was she nervous?

A chord was played on the organ— a wedding song. Pushing (Y/n) off the cliff to a pool of many many questions. What was Historia wearing? What did she choose?

How did she look in white?

Did she heed her family and not wear a veil.

And so the door opened as the organ sang louder, all of them who complained of the heat in whispers fell silent. Turning to their attention to the door where the bride of the day stood with her parents. It was hard to control the smile that stretched her face when she saw a veil— the only thing Historia’s mother could give Historia adorning her head. With a delicate crown inspired by her character in the show keeping it in place.

Vibrant blue eyes that became the trademark of her life as an actor gleamed bright through the veil. (Y/n) truly believed that the stylists in the show worked their magic and made her the most beautiful woman among the cast. Today she crossed the line of being the most beautiful to being ethereal.

Historia, a goddess that made the breath in (Y/n)’s throat stay there. Stuck as her eyes followed her walking in with an agape mouth, slowly drying the inside.

With every step her palms grew wet. She was sure her feet will give up on her when she watched Historia reach the altar and become a part of the display of flowers. As Historia approached the row of pews, (Y/n) closed both her eyes—

—and opened them to see those vibrant blue eyes briefly staring at her. A smile that Historia hoped would deliver all the thanks in the world to (Y/n). Then turned away from her gaze. Looking ahead to where her partner waited for her at the altar.

Watching her walk away like that shattered every part that was already broken in (Y/n)’s heart. A pang of regret in every heartbeat, loud enough that the priest’s words spoken in the mic were all mashed in incoherent sentences. She let her body sit, the bouquet she pretended was sent with the intention of love and not being a ‘close friend’ fell on her lap. Fingers too limp to even pick it up.

Her eyes that watered at watching the bride that should’ve been hers finally let the tears it held in flow freely. Sitting in the church and watching the love of her life be wed to someone else was a punishment.

A punishment for never acknowledging her feelings for Historia, brushing it off as platonic love. And for never speaking up no matter how many chances she was given. If only she could . . . no, Historia was happy here.

It’s all that mattered now.

Two years ago, Film Set B, Wall Rose scene

A rolled-up copy of a script landed on the crown of her head moments after Isayama-san had yelled ‘cut’. Historia wandered off from her place in the set to where she was. Hand on her hip and a smile. “Hey (Y/n), working hard are we?”

“Yep,” (Y/n) snaked her hand underneath the table where a borrowed prop basket was and showed her hand holding a sandwich, “you want some?”

“They let you eat while filming?!”

“Nah, I just hid these in here when Isayama-san wasn’t looking.”

Sitting on the empty bench across (Y/n) the look Historia gave her meant a question was on her mind. One that made her spring out from her seat and walk over to her. “So, what’s up?”

“I hate to ask you this, but . . .”

“C’mon now, what is it?”

“Well, it’s our co-star,” she sighed, looking off to Ymir’s direction. Who sipped on coffee in her thermos.

“Are you asking me if they’re lesbian?” She looked back at Historia concerned. How cute she looked all concerned like that tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Babes, they most probably are.”

“Don’t laugh. You know I’m new in this world!”

“I’m not laughing. What do you feel about her?”

“ . . . yes?”

“There you have it. Ask her out.”

“But how do you know, (Y/n)?” Historia pouted reaching her arms out to accept the sandwich (Y/n) pulled out from the basket. “Teach me your ways.”

Deep inside, (Y/n) was about to turn green with envy from the amount of natural chemistry both their characters while she was treated like the punching bag of the show. Not that she’d directly say it HIstoris’s face yet. But she already despised Ymir for simply being there.

And now that Historia’s wondering, as sadistic as it may be, (Y/n) hoped that she’d be rejected. Hard. Hiding her envy with a smile she offered a supportive hand on Historia’s shoulder, “Listen, rejection’s are part of every, like— Every! Relationship. Put yourself out there.”

A future with the two of them as a couple looked belak though, and (Y/n) was content sitting back. Being the one who looked cool when Historia came running to her with tears— the type that would suffocate her. Put her in bed for being so miserable type of a breakdown.

How wrong she was. Who let her be so confident like that? She was the one who cried hard the day when Historia proudly showed off her ring in a series of posts. Holding her heart as she laid there letting her sobs echo in the condo until her mouth only gaped.

Marco’s hand shook her to reality. “(Y/n), hey.” The handkerchief he let her use was in his hand, dabbing it on he face.

“Hey Marco.”

“You’re crying alot, you’ll get tired at the reception.”

“Well,” somehow she felt like he had handbook, and knew of her emotions. She bowed her head, focusing on the flowers in his breast pocket, “it feels surreal y’know.”

Sasha, who wiped her tears too stifled as she leaned to where the two sat. Joined them in whispering. “She’s crying because Historia came out two years ago and is getting married today.”

“There’s that.” She laughed the ache away even for just now.

Sasha was pulled back by Reiner’s hand, back to their seat, telling her to “stop taunting people around you. We’re in a church, damnit.”

“Ooh, you swore.”

“You made him do it.”

“All three of you shush.” Marco’s eyes averted back to her. “You really okay, (Y/n)?”

“Of course!”

One day she’ll be really happy. Without having to pretend or hide anything. “I do,” and she’ll learn to walk ahead without mourning for what could’ve been.

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[ticiie]

week 26: "say that again!"

prompt from the off-season winter sport challenge

characters: Marco Odermatt, Gino Caviezel, Justin Murisier, Renzo Valsecchi

lenght: 732 words

author's note: i think it was Justin who had the inspiring picture in his story on ig so i'd very much like to thank him for that inspo

The sun was only just rising behind the Chilean mountains, a fresh wind came sweeping across the uneven site. Marco let his gaze wander. The morning was clear, almost peaceful with barely a sound disturbing the quiet. No cloud was in sight and thanks to that, the snow beneath Marcos’s skis was as hard as rock, giving him and his fellow teammates the best conditions for the training that was scheduled for today. Camp was already reaching it’s end again and the first race of the new season was getting closer and closer with each day. For the past weeks, excitement and fear had taken their turns in getting a grasp on Marcos’s sleep. He hadn’t told any of the other athletes or coaches about it, the only one that knew was Gabriel. Marco had figured telling him would cause the least amount of drama. And it had felt good to hear encouraging words from someone who knew Marco so well like Gabriel did but still had a more neutral view on things than for example Renzo or Hannes did. According to Gabriel, Marco had nothing to be worried about, at least not for now. But somehow, Marco felt as if a storm was brewing up inside of him, one of the bad kinds that tore down walls and every stability possible and left nothing behind than broken pieces and his life in ruins.

“You’ll get wrinkles from frowning so much.” Gino’s voice pulled Marco back to the surface and into reality again. He was standing to his right, leaning on his ski poles with the racing suit still hanging low on his hip.

“I wasn’t frowning”, Marco replied and Gino made a disapproving sound before following him down the first acclivity to where Renzo had set up the starting gate. Since the Swiss team wasn’t the only one taking benefits from the good conditions in South America, a line had already formed behind the gate and it was still early enough into the season that the good mood wasn’t affected by it. No one was eager to be living in competitive spirit already again, they would get plenty of time to do so later this year.

“Took you long enough”, Justin said when he recognised Marco and Gino. They queued behind him and Marco resisted the urge to throw a nasty word at him and instead showed him the middle finger. Not very impressive considering he was wearing thick gloves but it was the thought that mattered.

“Why’s the line moving so slowly anyways?”, Gino asked after he had zipped up his suit. Marco craned his neck and caught a glimpse of what he assumed was a very good reason for the delay. Elmo, the Australian Shepard that belonged to one of the American athletes, had made himself comfortable in the middle of the slope, in a spot where the sun could warm his fur and every athlete had to pass by to get to the gate, increasing the number of strokes possible by a hundred percent. No one could resist Elmo’s charm, he had been the star of the camp ever since the Americans had arrived and it seemed as if he wasn’t willing to give up neither that position, nor the one he had claimed on the slope. The only person not smitten by the dog was Renzo. He urged them all to a hurry. “Come on guys, we don’t have all day!”

“You’re just jealous no one is telling you what a good guy you are!”, one of the Norwegians (Marco believed it was Lucas) shouted from the back of the line, earning a handful of laughers and an annoyed huff from Renzo.

Once Marco reached Elmo, he crouched down and petted him behind the ears while also looking directly at Gino.

“You know”, he started and got up again. “Once we both are sick of skiing and retire, we could get a dog too?”

Gino exhaled in surprise. He pulled up his goggles, eyes bright in excitement. “Say that again!”

Marco just smirked and left without saying anything. Renzo started the interval and a second later, Marcos’s mind had gotten completely blank from everything apart what was lying directly in front of him and that was the eager to win not only this session but the season, along with a happy future with Gino by his side.

[tinyjeanmarco]

modern marco relationship hc’s!

note: gosh, it took me forever to get around to writing these, LOL. my user literally has marco’s name in it but i haven’t written anything about him yet. these are modern so that my boy isn’t dead. (✿◡‿◡) i hope you enjoy! ♡

marco x gn!reader

warnings: none.

marco is the adorable, soft, boy next door type of guy. the “yes sir, i will have them back home by nine!” kind of boy.

you started dating him in your senior year of high school after jean introduced him to you.

marco had moved recently into the area, and was the new kid at your school. he was super charming and a lot of people had a crush on him when they first met him, regardless of how nerdy he was.

while he was charming and outgoing, he was also pretty shy which made him more appealing. 

after you had seen him around the school for the first few times, jean introduced you two, saying that he and marco had gotten along immediately after meeting, and he wanted you to get to know him as well.

after a few weeks of hanging out with marco and getting closer and closer to him. 

he had begun to develop a crush on you, so he decided that he would just go for it and ask you out, to which you readily agreed.

marco and you had continued dating after graduating and even went to the same uni, getting your own apartment together after your first year.

again, marco is the softest boy ever. he is absolutely adorable and will treat you like royalty.

he’s an absolute mama’s boy, too, and she taught him to treat everyone he loves with compassion, hence why he treats you so well. 

he has a tendency to buy you things that remind him of you. he’ll be out shopping and see some cute stuffed animal and be like, “this reminds me of (y/n)! i have to get it for them.”

he will always greet you with a hug and a kiss when he comes home, or when you come home.

he loves showing affection to you in any way possible, and will always try to tell you how much he loves you.

he gets unbearably shy and soft when he tells you he loves you, blush covering his freckled cheeks. sometimes he tumbles over his words and gets more nervous.

he’s just SO SMITTEN, you make this tiny boy nervous!

you just return his words of endearment and press soft kisses to his face.

marco is the type of boyfie who will call you like really domestic, married couple kinds of pet names. expect a honey, darling, or sweetheart all the time.

marco would also be super into like matching couple looks. he finds it super cute and sweet to wear the same clothes and hold hands in public.

speaking of holding hands? never even try to let go of his hand when he’s holding yours. he will be so pouty and not stop dramatically sighing until you hold his hand again.

will be all smiles and sunshine when you’ve got your hands entwined though!

it’s so comforting and reassuring to him when he has you close, holding his hand.

marco will always kiss you on the top of your head or on your forehead.

as he is ever the gentleman, he will also kiss your knuckles all the time. he loves how romantic and special it feels because no one really does that.

also loves pulling out your chair for you and pushing you in when you go out to eat somewhere!

i personally hc marco as a music major of some sort. i think music therapy would be suiting for him, tbh, so i hc him as a music therapy major.

he just looks like he would be a good singer, and good with music, okay?

i think he would be pretty good at singing, and also would play a few instruments. 

he would definitely play the guitar and piano. for fun, he picked up the ocarina and he has a ukulele for the hell of it.

when you’re struggling to fall asleep, he will sing to you and you’ll be asleep almost instantly.

he sometimes writes little songs for you on the guitar or piano that he’ll play for you. if he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll write something silly on the uke and play that for you instead.

the ocarina was honestly a joke at first. jean got him into the legend of zelda games and he’s like “hmm i bet i could learn to play one of those...”

so he ORDERED ONE and then wouldn’t stop playing it? so while it’s not horribly complicated, he picked it up extremely quickly and is very good at it.

fun for times where you go on little adventures or walks in wooded areas and he takes an ocarina he has on a necklace so that he can play you some impromptu tunes on it while you guys relax.

he would also love to teach you how to play any instrument if you were to ask him.

he gets so excited about it, ready to put together full on lessons in order to teach you.

just imagine him sitting down on the piano bench next to you, softly telling you where to put your hands, explaining the keys and being so GENTLE when you mess up.

“remember your hand placements, babe!” and he smiles all cute.

back to the music therapy though, he would try to use that when you’re feeling sad and down.

he would be the best boyfriend when you’re upset, albeit a little annoying, but very good to you.

he would always be helicoptering, unintentionally giving you no space if you needed it. 

please don’t yell at him for it though, he’s trying his best to make you feel better and genuinely doesn’t know better. he might cry if you get angry with him. just ask him kindly for time alone.

but when you are not in need of alone time, he will try to help the sadness go away. 

whips out some of his music therapy knowledge.

he will sit down with you, talking to you about music that makes you happy and sad, making you think about why that is, and then make a playlist of music that inspires happiness.*

outside off all his music therapy techniques, he will be someone you can lean on and just vent to, letting out all your feelings to him.

he tries his best to be a strong pillar of support for you to lean on.

now, when marco is stressed out, he tends to not notice and needs you to pull him aside to take care of him. 

he always overworks himself and just,, doesn’t stop. please pry him away from his work so that he can eat properly and get hydrated. 

also give him head scratches when he’s stressed, he will turn into putty. the gently scratching on his scalp almost forces his eyes closed with how good it feels.

nap time with marco is so fun, he likes mountains of blankets covering you two with your bodies entwined beneath them.

cuddling is also so fun because he likes when you guys just like, lay on top of each other.

when you cuddle, he likes holding your hands and pressing kisses to anywhere he can reach on you.

ahhh, kissing him is so sweet, he would never kiss you or even make out with intentions of going beyond just kissing.

his hands always stay above the belt, and he’s honestly so shy and afraid of touching you too intimately.

if you want him to have his hand on your thigh? you’re gonna have to tell him you like that and that you want him to do it more, otherwise he will refrain from doing so.

“marco, you know you can like, put your hands on my hips and thighs, right?” and BLESS this boy, his cheeks would heat up, freckles floating in a sea of pink as he averts his gaze from yours, all shy.

“but i, i just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel obligated to do anything.” the literal embodiment of 👉👈.

on the topic of shy, respectful marco, he would ALWAYS ask for a kiss, even after like dating for five years or even being married. he just wants to be sure that you want it!

he would never want you to feel as if he’s forcing himself on you.

marco also gets really awkward and flustered when flirting with you.

if you sit on his lap, it’s his favorite thing. he goes as red as a tomato, but he loves the closeness of the gesture.

same goes for if you pull him onto your lap. the baby will be so, SO flustered, but love every second of it.

he’s the type to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck while cuddling, or the back of your neck when spooning and he’s the big spoon. 

overall, marco is the bestest boyfie, always making sure you’re comfortable and feeling loved. please return the gesture and make sure he feels loved! ♡

* - this is something that someone i know has personally experienced with music therapy!

[unknownwriting]

Hello!!! It's me again! Can I request Law, Ace & Kid x S/O that doesn't want to marry and doesn't want kids? And loving each other is more than enough for the S/O. They love them dearly with all their heart. They just don't want to marry and have kids. (S/O likes kids but just don't want them.)

Summary- ^^ requested

Character(s)- Trafalgar D. Water Law, Portgas D. Ace, Eustass Kid

Warnings- none :)

A/n- hehe your back, I hope this means you liked you last request ahh also I’m so it’s so late SAT were today so I had to study my butt off :( so these are gonna be short but I hope you enjoy 💕

Trafalgar D. Water Law

In the nicest way possible, this man doesn’t care. He’s never really likes the idea setting down and having a family. Doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about it, he just doesn’t think it suits him. Law has goals and dreams his still wants to achieve.

Now don’t think just because Law doesn’t want to settle down, that he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with you. He’s going to be with you for as long as you have him.

Law just doesn’t prefer to have the title of Husband because y’all don’t know what could happen. Living a pirates life is always one of twist and turns and at anymore something horrible can happen, although the effects are going to effect y’all no matter what your relationship is, Law just feels more at ease.

You could understand him 100%. After you brought it up with Law and heard his view on the matter, you felt so lucky to have some one who could understand you so easily. That’s all you wanted to. You didn’t want anything else but the love from the one you love.

With all the goals and dreams the 2 of you had, marriage and kids would just have slowed you down. Especially kids, you have nothing against them but having kids would not only slow you down, but it’s also not safe for kids to be raised with an active pirate crew.

So between the 2 of you, marriage and kids are something that y’all don’t need. Just sharing the connection and love is just as good as being married

Portgas D. Ace

Ace has definitely thought about as soon as y’all started dating, marriage. Not so much kids but definitely marriage. He knows about marriage and kids, but because of how he grew up, there wasn’t much to influence his desire for it.

When he brought it up, you couldn’t help but feel a little built of guilt build up. You never really brought it up because you didn’t know where Ace stood on the matter. You could probably guess but Ace was also surprising you so he could actually want something like that. Of course, were honest with him.

Surprisingly, when you explained they you didn’t want kids and that you didn’t want to marry Ace was completely fine with it. He just wanted to know what the big fuss was. It was a huge relief when he said so

Like you, Ace doesn’t see how the titles of husband and wife can make the relationship any different. He can love and appreciate you without those titles. As soon as you heard him say this, you practically burst into tears. What did you do to get someone so sweet and understanding?

Because of Ace’s past, he doesn’t like the idea of having kids anyways. He doesn’t want to put the same burden on the kids that he had to go through. Although he would probably be like the best father.

Actually one time, there was a rumor going around the ship that you were pregnant with Ace’s child and the ship practically exploded. Whitebeard was stunned into silence but so excited, Marco was about to have a heartache, and the rest of the crew were already planning the party. It took a lot, and I mean a lot of convincing to just get the crew to understand that both of y’all don’t want kids, but they for sure did not shut up about the possibility of a little you or Ace running around.

In all honesty, you and Ace both thought it would be super cute but that doesn’t mean you want kids. The love and attention y’all give each is just enough for the both of you.

Eustass Kid

Agsidbs first time writing Kid

Well, it’s a good think you don’t want kids. With Kid’s crew, kids are the last thing you want around him or anyone on the crew. It’s not just a good mix him and his crew with a kid.

But now to completely contradict myself and get off topic, I think that Kid would be a good father. I don’t know why, but I can kinda just seem him being a good father. What he teaches and how may be a little questionable but he’s surprisingly good at it. But now back on topic.

Along with kids, Marriage is another thing that Kid isn’t really made for. Ace and Law on the other hand are somewhat built for marriage but not Kid. It doesn’t fit his personality. Kid has a weird way of showing love and affection.

He’s the type of person to show love through tough-love and trust. Kid’s not the best of softening up and reading hints. He’s very straight forwards and tough. There will be sometime where he’ll leave you alone for a while, and then randomly pop up again.

For both your and his benefit, not being tied down by marriage is probably for the best. Fights are something that’s a pretty common between the y’all, so far it’s been nothing to heart breaking and grand. And with the fights happening sometimes the 2 of you need a break from each other. And by not having the pressure of being married it makes the cool down period easier.

When you started dating him, it was common knowledge that he didn’t want to be married or have kids, like the others it just didn’t fit in well with the rest of his plans. And of course you were completely fine with that, you were too busy trying to catch up with the aggressive man to even worry about that type of stuff

[cyborg-franky]

One Piece Men Wearing Lingerie For You

Part 1: The boys wearing sexy lingerie for you. Undercut is slightly perhaps N/SFW-ish images and defo horny writng . Art by @rosiinante headcannons by me!

Marco - The phoenix was surprised when you’d asked if he would wear a little something for you. - Marco is very secure in his masculinity and doesn’t care about wearing something like this. - Does not take off his little leg tassel thing despite it not working. - He’s confident in the outfit you picked him, feels attractive in it. - He reminds you of a bird just checking himself out and preening. - “I love the colour,” He says with a hum and swishes the fabric around himself. - “Of course, it’s ‘Marco blue’” You chuckle as you watch him smooth down the fabric, his hand resting on his hip, a smirk on his lips. - He likes how it feels on his skin, how it brushes his nipples. - The zoan liked how little it hides despite how much it covers. - He also loves the way you’re staring at him. - “So, do you like the gift?” You ask once you find your voice again, focused on the outline of his cock in the panties. - “Not as much as you do but yes, I do yoi.” He slides fingers underneath the panties straps, giving you this look as he starts to slide it down his thighs. - You took a breath when he slowly pulled them down, showing the blond treasure trail.

Ace - So with Ace it was a little bit ‘tit for tat’ he wanted to see you in lingerie, and you agreed. - But he had to wear some for you first. - He was reluctant to start with until you said the magic words “It has flames on it” - Ace’s blush was as bright as his necklace as he stood there fidgeting a little. - “Ace, this is about as much as you wear normally give or take a few inches” You chuckled and stared at how much of his legs were exposed. - “Tha-“ Ace paused and thought over the outfit he wore and shrugged his shoulder “Alright, fair.” - The boxers suited him and it was at least something the hat matched. - Ace’s sensitive nipples somehow felt more exposed in the sheer fabric than when he was bare. - “How do I look?” He asked as he allowed himself to make eye contact with you. - “You look amazing, very sexy and excuse the pun hot.” You complimented him. The way you stared at him was enough to tell him you meant it. - He started to get more confidence from your compliments. - You walked over and ran fingertips along the waistband of the shorts and Ace made a sound, the panties starting to tent.

Thatch - You hadn’t even asked Thatch in all honesty. - One night for your anniversary he burst into the bedroom wearing the large bow, the confidence oozed off of him as he posed a little for you. - “I couldn’t decide what to get you as a gift, so I decided why not me? I am a gift!” He chuckled at his joke as he adjusted the bow. - You were trying to process the surprise, you were confused and aroused at how much the outfit showed off. - How the fabric did little to contain his thick cock. You could see the outline very prominently. - “What do ya think darlin’?” He asked as he walked closer, seeing you eyeing him up, knowing the answer before you could voice it. - “Do I get to unwrap my gift?” You asked and reached up to touch the bow. - “Please do” Thatch chuckled, and you pulled on the fabric, your eyes staring as the piece between his legs fell.

Izou - When you asked Izou if he would wear lingerie for you, he just smirked. - You’d offered to buy him some, not thinking the man had any but you were very, very wrong. - “Wait here.” He said as he stood up from where he sat, he opened the closet and moved a few things before he stepped back and showed his collection proudly. - “Which one would you like to see first?” - You pointed and he nodded “Good choice.” He commended you before he took the hanger with the outfit into the bathroom. - When he came back out, he was wearing all new makeup, to match the item of clothing. His hair was slightly different. - Oh he knew you were into this, the way you stared at him as he sauntered into the room. - Posing for you, knowing his good side [all sides were his good side] - He stood in front of you and kicked your legs apart, smirking down at you with painted lips and a look in his eyes. - He slowly lifts the hem of the sheer fabric with one hand, taking your other and placing it where the strap of the panties sat on his smooth skin. - “Are you just going to sit there and gawk at me or are you going to enjoy yourself too?”

[biggest-stupidhead]

Bad Timing (Levi x Reader) Part 8

Summary: how do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brothers’ best friend?

Word Count: 4.8K

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You woke up late the next morning, having forgotten to plug in your phone which also functioned as your alarm. Instead Hange had busted into your room and ripped the blankets off of you, exposing you to the chilly air. You yelped and reached blindly for the covers, your mind too foggy with sleep to comprehend how late you were.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." Hange sang as she jostled your shoulder.

"Wha..."

"School starts in like thirty minutes come on bust a move." That woke you up. You tossed your legs over the edge and stumbled around your room, pulling on a pair of joggers and a large t shirt. Hange had left once she was sure that you were awake, leaving you alone to get ready. You didn't bother with make up, not that you ever really did. You double checked that you had all of your supplies for school before zipping up your bag and meandered down the steps. Erwin and Hange were already pulling on their shoes by the door, Erwin was wrapping one of his scarves around Hange's neck. You scrunched your nose in disgust at their outright display of affection and shoved your feet into a pair of old sneakers.

The three of you exited the house, and made a beeline for Erwin's minivan which had been heating up to melt off the frost and snow. The drive was slow and cold, the van was dated so no matter how early Erwin woke up to heat up the car for you, it would always be colder than the Arctic. Erwin also drove like a god damn grandpa in the winter due to the icy roads which didn't help. Finally you made it to school with only five minutes before the bell rang, you bolted into the building, you were in such a hurry that you didn't bother to stomp the snow off your feet as you entered. Which was a mistake because in your hast you lost your footing on the already slick floor, you yelped as you fell flat on your ass. You blinked as you tried to comprehend what had just happened, you were brought back to the present by the sound of boisterous laughter. You turned to glare at Connie and Sasha who where standing to the left munching on a bag of hot cheetos.

"You should've seen the look on your face!" Connie howled as he slapped his thigh. Sasha giggled and nodded as she wiped cheeto dust on Connie's white shirt while he wasn't watching. You rolled your eyes as you picked yourself up off the floor, you ignored them and pushed forward down the hall. Sasha and Connie trailed after you since they had the same first class as you, making jokes as they went.

"You know they really should put out those yellow signs, you know the ones with the person falling?" Sasha joked loudly.

"Yeah I know what you mean, then we could print out a picture of (Y/n)'s face and then stick it on the sign." Connie quipped which lead to the two of them dissolving into another fit of laughter. You ducked into the class room as the minute bell rang weaving through the desks to get to your seat. Armin watched you with wide eyes as you pulled your things out for chem, after your desk was covered in notebooks and pens you topped it off with your phone, which was still dead. The bell rang and then Sasha and Connie staggered in, your teacher shook her head and marked them tardy once again.

"Did you get my text last night?" Armin asked, eyeing your phone on your desk.

"Aw no Armin I'm sorry, I didn't charge it last night so it's dead." you apologized as you attempted to organize your cluttered desk. Armin smiled sweetly and nodded,

"It's all good! I was just wondering what your schedule for this week was and if you wanted to study together again?" Armin explained as he pushed his pencil across his desktop.

"I'd love to study, Geometry is kicking my ass right now." you moaned, the thought of your math class made your stomach heavy with dread.

"I can help you with that if you can help me with poem for English." Armin said softly, his blue eyes sparkling with a playful glint. You rolled your eyes you knew that Armin wouldn't need your help with any of his classes, he was just trying to make you feel smarter.

"Whatever you want baby doll." Armin's face flushed at the pet name that you used for him, you had recently started calling him the nickname due to his doll like features. He averted his gaze to the board where the teacher had written a warm up question on the board to get class started. Instead of working on the problem like a good student, you decided to use the first five minutes of class time to revive your dead phone. You plugged your charger into your laptop and then plugged your phone into the charger, once you saw the tiny lightning bolt you turned your attention to the board.

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Chemistry went by uncharacteristically fast, the teacher kept the class busy with a lecture as well as a rowdy game of kahoot in preparation for your midterm. You had no time to check your phone, so it wasn't until you were walking through the hallway with Mikasa and Sasha that you noticed that Levi had responded. According to your phone, he had responded only fifteen minutes after you sent the initial message.

"My bathroom schedule is none of your concern."

You smiled at your phone, it may not seem like he was pleased with your text but you knew better. You had come to appreciate Levi's own weird way of showing that he cared, it had been no small feat either. So you decided to interpret his response as "don't worry I'm fine." you shoved your phone back into your pocket and continued to push through the throng of students in the hall. Sasha walked a few paces in front of Mikasa and you, swinging her lunchbox and humming along to whatever song was playing through her ear buds. Mikasa tugged her scarf up over her nose as you passed Eren who waved vaguely in your direction. Your eyes roamed over Mikasa's form, she had recently switched her aesthetic a bit, changing her wardrobe to a more soft goth mixed with grunge.

Today she wore a green plaid skirt with a belt cinched tightly around her thin waist. She had selected a black turtleneck that clung to her curves with a thick silver necklace with a heart pendant. And of course she wore her red scarf around her neck. You had to admit that it suited her, she looked hot as hell. Sasha on the other hand often dressed in a more causal manner. Today the brunette wore a pair of baggy jeans that hung off her hips, only staying in place because of the shoe lace that she had tied around her waist to function as a belt. Despite the cold weather Sasha wore a tiny pink cami with cute little strawberries on it, she also wore a light pink cardigan over the cami, presumably to prevent herself from being dress coded. Seeing how cute your friends had dressed made you feel embarrassed, you frowned down at your sweatpants and your t shirt that had an ugly bleach stain on the front. You'd do better tomorrow, you thought to yourself as you and Mikasa followed Sasha to your next class, which was World History.

The three of you arrived just in time, not that it mattered anyway. The history teachers always took their time on Mondays, spending a minimum of at least twenty minutes in the hall chatting about sports. You took your seats in the back of the room, surprisingly Connie and Jean were already seated and arguing quietly.

"-I don't know that's a bit sus but hey I won't judge." Connie retorted, crossing his arms and averting his gaze while Jean glared at him.

"What are you guys talking about?" Sasha interrupted as she dropped into her seat next to Connie. Jean's cheeks flushed as he hardened his glare on Connie who waved Sasha off.

"Oh nothing" Connie winked at Jean who eyed the pair suspiciously, knowing that neither one could keep a secret.

"Aw ok then." Sasha looked a bit disappointed as she dropped her huge lunchbox down on the desk.

"Got anything good in there?" Jean sighed, eager to change the subject.

"Duh you dummy." Sasha scoffed as she opened the bag and began pawing through it's contents.

"Let me rephrase that: Got anything to spare? I have practice tonight and I didn't pack any snacks." Jean exasperated as he pointed to the lung box. Sasha paused and pursed her lips in thought while Connie poorly covered his laughter.

"Hmmm what's in it for me?" Sasha hummed thoughtfully as she pulled out a variety of granola bars and fanned them in front of her face tauntingly.

"I'm giving you the chance to be a good friend that should be enough!" Jean fumed with his eyes locked on the bars. You watched the pair go back in forth as they bartered for the snacks until they finally settled that Jean would be the designated driver for the party this weekend. You watched as Jean stuffed a handful of granola bars in his soccer bag and Sasha opened up another bag of hot cheetos. You giggled and turned to gauge Mikasa's reaction, she had a small smile on her full lips as she jotted down some notes.

"Speaking of parties, where is the party this weekend?" You asked as you pulled your own notebook out to take some notes. Connie cocked his head, his thin eyebrows furrowing as he stared at you.

"Your house I thought." Connie remarked as he drummed his pencil against the desk.

"Oh, I wasn't really planning on hosting but..."

"No Connie it's at Marco's remember?" Jean stated as he rolled his eyes.

"My bad." Connie chuckled.

"Well still I don't think I was invited so I wouldn't want to impose." you admitted.

"Nonsense! Marco would love to have you over." Sasha assured you as she once again wiped her hand on Connie's sleeve.

"Yeah Marco wouldn't mind if you tagged along." Connie shrugged, not even noticing that Sasha had left a bright red stain on his sleeve from the cheeto dust. You noticed that Jean looked a bit uncomfortable, the tips of his ears turning a bit pink. Strange, maybe something happened between the two of them.

"I don't know guys, I really wouldn't want to take advantage of the guy, he seems really nice and I wouldn't want him to think badly of me." you sighed, thinking about the sweet freckled barista.

"I'll ask him, don't worry about it!" Connie waved you off before he turned back to his work. You nodded, deciding to throw in the towel with this argument.

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After history, you went your separate ways with your friends and went to your next class. English was easy enough, your teacher was an older woman who also doubled as the theater director. This meant that she would often assign some busy work at the beginning of the period and turn you loose so she could make preparations for the next production. So once you finished the assignment for today's class you allowed yourself some time on your phone. Levi's message remained unanswered as you ran through all the possible replies. Everything that you thought of didn't seem to fit so you decided to leave it unanswered until you could think of something good.

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Levi tapped his foot impatiently as he watched Farlan and Isabel fumbled around the small flat. Farlan was rooting through a bin filled with shoes searching for his loafers. Isabel was standing in front of a small mirror holding up two different pairs of earrings up to her head to see which best matched her outfit. Finally they both found what they were looking for, Farlan slid on his brown loafters and Isabel fastened her hoops to her ears and then they were off. The streets of Paris were dusted in about a foot of snow, which Farlan bitched about due to his poor choice of footwear.

"Can we please call an uber? My toes are going to fall off!" Farlan complained as he shook snow out of his shoes. Isabel giggled and tossed her scarf over her shoulder.

"I like the snow." her green eyes sparkled playfully as she teased the older boy.

"So do I but that doesn't mean I want it between my god damn toes." Farlan hissed as he lifted his other foot to shake out more snow. Levi watched the pair bicker with a certain fondness in his gaze. They had been his first friends and for a time his only family. After his mother died, he was sent to live in an orphanage where he met the odd pair. Even if he was only in the orphanage for two years, he still had come to love the idiots. Thankfully they never lost touch, Farlan had turned 18 in July so he now had custody of Isabel and rented a flat for the both of them. Isabel was still only 16 so technically Farlan was her legal guardian, and so far he seemed to be doing a good job.

"What do you think Levi, should we call an uber?" Isabel asked, bumping her shoulder into Levi's to grab his attention.

"We're already almost there." Levi deadpanned as the three of them meandered down the sidewalk. The city was surprisingly busy for a Monday evening, couples walked with arms linked, families were window shopping, and students sat perched on barstools as they drank coffee while they typed away on laptops. Levi couldn't remember much about Paris, at least not this side of the city. He had grown up in the north-eastern district, which was known to be poorer than the central district or southern district. Farlan had managed to get a job at a law firm as an assistant which had allowed him to move himself and Isabel to the central district. Of course Kenny sent Farlan and Isabel a monthly allowance to keep their heads above water, but it was mostly Farlan who had scrounged the money together to move the pair.

"Then it's settled! We'll walk!" Isabel whooped as she skipped ahead of the two boys. Farlan groaned and shot Levi a disappointed look.

"Don't look at me like that, you're the idiot that wore loafers." Levi scolded.

"I hate how you're always right." Farlan chuckled. The trio walked the rest of the way to the restaurant in relative silence. Thankfully the walk wasn't too long, they sat themselves in a booth. A waiter came and took their orders, Levi was slightly taken aback when Farlan ordered a bottle of wine, but he quickly remembered that the legal drinking age in France was 18. The waiter left them to put in their order, Levi took the moment of peace to check his phone. A hand full of texts from Hange, a meme from Erwin, and.... no response from you.

He frowned as he stared at his own response, looking back at it he wasn't sure how she could respond to that. He mentally kicked himself, for the first time in your odd relationship you showed an interest in him and all he was doing was pushing you away. Levi was so deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he failed to notice that the waiter had already brought them their drinks. Isabel tapped her straw on the table a few times to rip the paper, once the tip of the straw was exposed she lifted the straw to her lips and blew. The paper shot off the straw and hit Levi square in the chin. Farlan snorted and spat his wine back into his glass so he could laugh at Levi's exasperated expression. Isabel howled with laughter, she banged her hand on the table dramatically as Levi frowned at the two of them unimpressed.

"How old are you?" Levi ridiculed as he stooped to pick up the scrap piece of paper. He balled the trash up and set it down on the table top. Farlan sighed as he finally managed to quell his laughter.

"Someone has to keep you humble Levi." Farlan teased as he took another sip of wine. Levi reached for the bottle and poured himself a glass, Isabel was drinking a root beer loudly through her straw. Levi sat his phone down on the table as he gave his friends his undivided attention. Isabel told him about her job at a doggy day care where she cleaned kennels and watched dogs. Farlan told him about his superiors and how they told him he would make a good lawyer one day. Levi felt a huge sense of relief as he listened to his friends, he was glad that the two of them were finally making a living for themselves. Levi was politely listening to Farlan rant about one of his annoying coworkers when he noticed that Isabel had grown uncharacteristically quiet. His heart dropped when he saw that Isabel had his phone and was frowning at the screen. Farlan followed his gaze and grew quiet as well.

"Isabel what do you think you are doing?" Levi enunciated each word, his tone dripping with venom. Isabel looked up at him, her cheeks tinged pink when she realized that she had been caught.

"Your phone was open and I saw her text..." Isabel trailed off as she turned to show Farlan. Levi slapped his palm over his face and sighed deeply. Farlan whistled lowly as he read the text.

"Shot her down real quick didn't you Levi." Farlan chuckled as he took another sip of wine. Levi frowned, another wave of guilt washing over him.

"Didn't mean to." he mumbled as he lifted his glass to his lips. Isabel had already set his phone down and favored her own phone, her eyes were scanning over the screen quickly as she scrolled through her phone. A few minutes of silence passed before Isabel showed Levi her screen, she had pulled up your instagram.

"This her?" she questioned, Levi only gave her a curt nod as he finished off the wine in his glass.

"Aw Levi's she's adorable!" Isabel gushed as she scrolled through your page, pausing on one of your more popular posts. A series of pictures of you on a beach towel wearing large sunglasses and a huge sun hat, the quality was amazing. He was sure that Armin took the photo, the kid had a knack for photography.

"Damn if you don't want her I'll take her." Farlan hummed as he looked over Isabels shoulder. Levi shot Farlan a disapproving glare.

"What's her number?" Farlan pressed, Isabel choked on her drink as she burst out laughing.

"Forget about it." Levi hissed as he snatched his phone off the table top.

"I'm just teasing you Levi." Farlan waved his hand dismissively as he poured another glass of wine. Levi rolled his eyes and let out a grunt, his own version of acknowledging Farlan's good natured jokes.

"You should call her." Isabel mused as she chewed on her food. Levi furrowed his brows, what would he even say to you? It's not like the two of you casually conversed, he usually only called you if Erwin couldn't reach you, which rarely happened. He glanced at his watch and frowned, if it was eight o'clock here that meant it was about two back home. Therefore you were still in school so he would have to wait until later.

"That's a dumb idea." Levi monotoned, Isabel rolled her eyes dramatically.

"No it's not, even if you're just her friend I'm sure she would like to know that she's on your mind!" Isabel insisted enthusiastically, Farlan nodded in agreement as he shoveled a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

"She's right you know-" Farlan paused as he swallowed his mouthful of food, "not everyone can handle your cold demeanor as well as others." Farlan chided as he lifted another bite to his lips.

"Fine I'll call her." Levi caved in as he stabbed his fork into his salad. Isabel squealed in excitement.

"This is great Big-bro! I'm so proud of you!" she gushed, her eyes glimmering with adoration. Levi couldn't resist reaching across the table and ruffling her hair affectionately. Dinner ended without any more noteworthy events, Farlan and Levi split the check and then bundled back up to walk back to the flat.

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You sat at your dining room table staring hopelessly at your geometry homework. A bowl of cold soup sat untouched, you had been too stressed to eat dinner, a habit that you had recently picked up. Erwin and Hange had made dinner so you could get straight to work, which had been very sweet, but you felt guilty because truthfully you had barely made a dent in your assignment. You thought about calling Armin, he would help you. No you couldn't bother him, he was probably doing work of his own.

So you suffered in silence, the shapes and numbers spinning in your brain the longer you stared at the page. With a frustrated sigh you flipped the page only to see more blank problems that needed to be done. You stood up intending to stretch your legs and take a brain break. After you'd walked around the island in your kitchen three times you came back to the table and dropped down into the chair. You cracked your knuckles before clutching your pencil in a death grip and began to attempt one of the questions. As you scribbled on the page, attempting to make sense of the numbers and letters, you pressed too hard on your pencil and snapped the lead. You watched the tiny piece of lead roll across the page, out of spite you swiped your hand over the page to wipe the lead off.

Your eyes widened at the large smudge that now marred your paper. It all started with a single tear, it rolled down your cheek and splashed onto your paper. Before you could really understand why, you were absolutely bawling your eyes out at the dining room table. Was it because you were frustrated with school? Yeah that was definitely part of the reason. Before you could spiral into a dark pit of self deprecation, you were rudely interrupted by your phone ringing. You squinted through your bleary eyes to see that it was already 10:30 pm. You sighed, not really caring who was on the other end of the line you answered the phone.

"What" you blurted, not really in the mood to talk.

"..."

"Well? I'm kind of in the middle of something right now." your voice quivered as you fought back tears .

"Is...this a bad time?" your heart dropped at the sound of Levi's smooth voice.

"Uh" you sniffled and wiped your eyes.

"No it's not I can talk, what's the matter Levi?" you asked as you continued to wipe your eyes.

"Are you sure?" Levi probed, you nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see you. You stood up and began to pace around the kitchen once more.

"Y-Yeah-" you hiccuped and cringed, Levi sighed on the other end of the line.

"(Y/n) be honest with me....are you drunk?" Levi interrogated, you gasped it was a Monday night! Did he really think that you were that much of an alcoholic?

"No! I just...."

"Hm? What is it?" Levi quipped clearly enjoying your frazzled state.

"If you must know, I was in the middle of a mental break down." you admitted with a heavy sigh. Levi went silent on the other line, you were beginning to regret your honesty.

"It's only Monday." Levi cringed at his less than empathetic response.

"Yeah you're telling me." you chuckled, Levi immediately relaxed at the sound of your laughter even if it wasn't as bubbly as it usually was.

"What's bothering you?" Levi asked, surprisingly softly. You furrowed your brows surely he didn't call you just to hear about your day? He was probably just being nice.

"Oh uh... just school I guess." you paused your pacing to drop onto the sofa and kick your feet up onto the coffee table.

"I see." Levi mused as he reclined in the armchair he was seated in.

"Anyway, enough about me, why did you call me? Is there something you need?" you asked, you were sure that he didn't want to hear you complain about geometry.

"It's fine, tell me about your day." Levi grimaced, tell me about your day? Who was he your mother?

"O-Okay. Well I guess it was fine up until I tried to do this stupid geometry." you grumbled, the mere thought of your homework making your stomach sick with dread.

"Geometry?" Levi hummed, crossing his leg so his ankle was over his knee.

"Yeah." you sighed dejectedly, waiting for his scathing remark about how stupid you were.

"That one can be tough." Levi huffed, you could hear him re-situate so you waited to respond. Once you were sure he was settled you inhaled sharply to prepare yourself.

"It's just not clicking for me." you groaned, Levi snorted and once again you could hear some shuffling.

"Want some help?" he asked. You blinked slowly, not fully processing his words.

"Help?"

"Take it or leave it."

"I would be an idiot to decline."

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"That wasn't so bad was it?" Levi asked, a playful glint in his grey eyes.

"It was awful, but I'm grateful for the help." you sighed, resting your head on the table. You'd been on the phone with Levi for almost two hours now. After he had offered to lend you a hand you had switched to facetime so he could see the problems. Levi tapped his pen on the counter top he was sitting at. Yeah you heard that right, Levi does math with a fucking pen like a psychopath.

"Anytime." his lip twitched upwards ever so slightly.

"God, I'm sorry that all we talked about was fucking math." you apologized.

"It's fine really. " Levi shrugged once again tapping his pen on the counter.

"Tell me about Paris? How are things on the other side of the pond?" you joked, finally able to genuinely smile now that the stress of your homework was lessened.

"First off, never say 'pond' again. Second, it's cold as a witch's tit over here." Levi enunciated each point by tapping the pen against the counter.

"Really? Is there snow over there?" You asked, suddenly very invested in the weather in France.

"Yeah there's a fuck ton." Levi stood up and brought his phone with him to a window. You could tell that he was on a high floor, you could see the lights of the city through the flurries of snow.

"Woah, it's so pretty!" you gushed as you admired Levi's view.

"Tch, I guess." Levi clicked his tongue as he flipped the camera back onto his face.

"Hey what time is it there?" you yawned.

"Six am." Levi deadpanned.

"What!! Why did you let me keep you up so late Levi! My god go to bed." you huffed incredulously. Levi rolled his eyes as he listened to you lecture him on the importance of a good nights rest.

"I mean seriously Levi no wonder why you're always so grumpy." you finished your rant as you closed your bedroom door and began pulling out a pair of flannel pj pants and a large hoodie since your room seemed to be particularly chilly. You dropped your phone onto your bed (camera down obviously) and began to change into your pjs.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart." Levi drawled, his voice a bit muffled by your comforter. Once you picked up the phone you dropped down onto your bed and sighed.

"Seriously, I'm just adjusting to the time change." Levi shrugged, he was now in his own room, also laying on the bed a pale morning glow seeping into the room.

"Uh huh sure." you teased, a smile spreading across your lips. After a moment of silence you decided that it was time to call it a night.

"Well, unlike you I need my beauty sleep." you said groggily.

"Good luck with that." Levi scoffed, his own voice a bit scratchy.

"Thanks again Levi. Goodnight or erm, Good morning I guess." you giggled as you watched Levi try to cover up a yawn.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He scoffed, you waved as you hung up. You rolled over and plugged your phone in, having learned from your past mistake. You sighed contently as you snuggled beneath the covers, your head filled with thoughts of geometry and Levi.

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Female Straw Hat Reader Crushing Headcanons

@bast-s requested: Hemloo! I have a lot to say, but first, how are you? I hope u are fine, you really deserved it! Sooooooo, I loved your headcanons about Ace, Law e Kid crushing in a strawhat! It ignited my mind and made me want to write more and more about it. I may be weak for headcanons and scenarios when the reader is someone's crush. I love all the courting and embarrassment lmao Now, since I said this, could I make a request? It is my very first one, so if I am doing it wrong, please ignore it! I am already happy if you receive my thanks for writing for us ❤️ I want so many things, but I will come back for them. For now, could you make headcanons/scenarios (what suits you best) for a female strawhat reader who is crushing in Law, Zoro and Ace Marco (so hard to choose between this two, but the pineapple took my heart), but have no ideia if they feel the same way? And in the end, she does something cute and elaborated to reveal her feelings (a small dinner, or call for a dance, or take them to a beautiful and isolated part of the island, what you like the most). She tries her best to stay calm and be clear, and make sure that the man understands he doesn't need to reciprocate if he don't feel like. Did I spoke too much? Yes, I did, am so sorry. I just hope you enjoy writing it! I huge thank you! ❤️❤️

First off- You are so very sweet omg and I am so flattered you like my writing! I am so happy to hear you enjoy them, especially the crushing headcanons. This was a very cute and fluffy request and I enjoyed writing it! I had fun with this and I agree- I am also weak for all the courting and embarrassment alhdfalfsfsa Anyway, I hope you enjoy these Hon!

Marco, Law, Zoro x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Technical Spoilers but I am extremely vague.

Words: 986

Marco the Phoenix -

Chances are you met him at Marineford or when the crew split up you were sent to where his crew resided after Marineford

It felt like you two had clicked immediately

It may have been obvious that you liked him, but you sure hoped not

You wanted to confess on your own terms and in the right way

But- During your time with the Whitebeard Pirates you could not tell if he even liked you back or if he felt obligated to feel protective over you just because your captain and his nakama were brothers

Nonetheless, you decided to give it a chance

One day- You invited Marco out for a little dinner picnic

That way you can eat and have everything set up for a little romance and away from his hectic family that would no doubt out you before you can utter your feelings to him

Though- When he actually accepts your invitation you can feel the nerves inside you ignite

Oh god you are so nervous

Yet somehow you manage to come across perfectly fine or so you think

Marco notices the way your cheeks seem hot and your fingers are shaky from nervousness- He knows where this is headed, and he is happy

If you are too nervous, he will lighten the load and actually confess to you first- If not he will be happy to hear from you at your own pace

He does return your feelings

HOWEVER, he does not want to become official yet

Marco is still grieving so he needs time to make peace with who he has lost and since you both are in different crews; he definitely does not want to make things official since anything can happen to the both of you

If you still feel the same way about him after you meet your goal in Luffy’s crew or your pirate adventure is done, and you want to join him then he will love to make it official

Trafalgar Law-

Oh boy- You probably have an instant visual crush on him when you meet in Sabaody

Then when he tags along with your crew after Punk Hazard your visual crush turns emotional

It is the same way with him- But he does not show it, he keeps his distance

So, you definitely have to be the one to tell him first because he does not want to risk ruining his alliance with Straw Hat over a girl

Since you need to be the bolder one you can invite him into town away from the crew for a smooth confession or better yet- Invite him to a small dance since the crew is always looking for some kind of reason to throw a party

A chaotic confession

It will not be as smooth but it will be just as effective

You invite him to dance while the crew is in their all-time high, running off of adrenaline, sugar rushes, alcohol rushes, and music

While they are occupied you ask Law for a dance

He can’t refuse since you look so dang pretty to him that and the crew will stop whatever they are doing and take his place in a heartbeat if they have to (They know it gets on his nerves, so he acts fast)

It will be you pretty much dancing while he stands there awkwardly until someone Brook plays a slow song for you guys

Then you can take his hand and guide him to a slow dance until he decides to take the lead

You need to use this time to confess then and there and- He of course returns your feelings after realizing how much he truly does care for you

Much like Marco, he would want to hold off on any official relationships at least until he finishes his business with Doflamingo

Then you guys can be official!

With Luffy’s permission (we all know Luffy would not let you leave though unless that is what you really wanted) Law will whisk you away to his own crew

Roronoa Zoro-

You do not know when you started to feel an attraction for him but once you realize you like him and a lot- It is quite too late to think logical

He can be dense, so you need to be straightforward with your feelings

I think you can pretty much confess anytime since you both are in the same crew, but it can go three ways:

1. He either does not want to get in a relationship because he does not really feel that way towards people and is only focused on his dream

2. Or he does not want to get into any messy feelings with a fellow crew member in the case that things go bad

3. But the best-case scenario is he fully accepts your feelings because he knows how strong and capable you are- It also really depends on your personality

But when you do confess, you do so with care and preparation

You know he loves sake so you have a special one set out for him

And you do so in the crow’s nest so the both of you can be on guard together or you can leave if he rejects you but make it easy for him so he can stay

Zoro can feel how nervous you are but he does not rush you at all

He takes your confession serious and he even feels a bit embarrassed (not ashamed more like he is surprised) that you like him that much that you did all of that for him

And because you guys are in the same crew and he likes you back, he returns your feelings at full

Though he has you tell the others you are official because he does not think it should be the others’ business, but he does realize it needs to be announced