#marco x chubby reader

[demonpiratehuntress]

baby (name)! (Straw Hats + Ace, Law, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader

summary - you somehow get turned into a baby and they have to spend 24 hours babysitting you

warnings - none, except that Law's is a bit longer

a/n: just an idea that's been sitting with me for a while, I'm thinking about giving each of them a full-length one-shot on this idea

ZORO

"Shhh, he's sleeping! Maybe we can get past without him noticing."

Zoro was, in fact, not sleeping. He was pretending, just to see what kind of scandal or shenanigan Luffy - or you - got the crew into. He was about to say something, until the cry of a baby rang out. Everything and everyone stilled, the only sound being the wind whistling through the night air.

"Why the hell did I just hear a baby?" Zoro's gruff voice made the crew stiffen. The swordsman stood up and turned to face them, his eyes widening at the sight of the infant in Nami's arms. "What is that?"

"A baby!" Luffy cried cheerily, poking your tiny, chubby cheeks. "Isn't she cute! It's (Name)!"

The others all swatted at the captain as Zoro's entire body went rigid, his gaze flitting from Luffy to baby you. For a scary moment, nobody said anything, and then you saw Zoro and squealed happily and reached for him. Zoro would never admit it out loud, but his heart melted.

"I think she wants you," Usopp suggested.

Zoro smiled, surprising everyone, and scooped you into his arms. You got even more excited and giggled cutely, making grabby hands at him until he set you against his chest and you immediately fisted his shirt in your tiny hand. You gurgled softly, and Zoro found it hard to keep his composure.

He found out from Robin that this was a 24 hour issue, and you would all have to babysit infant you for that time. Zoro was, however, more than happy to do all the babysitting. He played with you, he fed you, and he napped with you. Not unlike you as a fully grown person, Zoro spent all of his time with you.

"Zoro can I-"

The swordsman damn near hissed at Luffy when the captain tried to hold you, but eventually let him under the condition that Zoro stayed to watch every second. And no stretching. He was super protective of you, because you were small and helpless and the cutest thing he's ever seen- he stopped himself before he could gush again. Who ever thought Zoro capable of gushing?

As Zoro held you in his arms while feeding you later on that day, you gazed up at him with the biggest (eye colour) eyes ever, pure innocence. He smiled gently, cradling you close to him as he cooed at you and made you giggle. He even burped you, which surprised everyone because no one thought he'd know what to do.

"Who's the cutest little baby?" He cooed when no one was around, tickling your little stomach. You giggled and blew a raspberry, raising your arms and kicking about excitedly. He grinned and pressed a gentle kiss to your small forehead. "That's right, sweetheart. You are."

He fell asleep that night with you comfortably nestled in his big arms, your small body curled up against his chest. When you woke up the next morning, you grinned widely at him.

"Let's have a baby."

ACE

Ace had just returned from a mission. He was grumpy and exhausted and all he wanted to do was see you and kiss you and hold you. He hadn't expected to walk past Marco's room and hear a baby crying.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," Marco was saying softly. "You have to be quiet, (Name)."

(Name)?!

Ace burst through the door, his eyes wide and frantic. When he couldn't spot you anywhere, his gaze fell to the fussing infant laying on Marco's bed. His jaw dropped, and Marco looked at the 2nd division commander a bit nervously.

"Is that my girlfriend?" Ace blinked, walking over slowly. Then he grinned widely, "She's so cute!!"

The moment you heard and saw Ace, you stopped crying and immediately squealed excitedly and tried to reach for him. You pouted and kicked your legs, whining adorably.

"You're not going to ask what happened?" Marco raised an eyebrow as Ace picked you up excitedly.

"No, as long as it's not permanent," he answered with a smile as he admired your tiny face and all your extra small features. He felt warm inside as he held you, warmer than usual, and he almost burst into flames when you grabbed his nose in your tiny hand. "Marco! Did you see that??"

He is SO excited. He is great with you, especially when it comes to entertaining you and making you giggle and laugh loudly. You are such a happy baby and Ace LOVES it, he's always doing tricks and doing silly things to make you laugh and kick your legs excitedly. He is absolutely in love with you as an infant, and he learns quickly how to feed you and bathe you because he is just so excited to have a baby to look after, even if it's only for a day. It makes him want one with you.

You're also a naughty baby.

"(Name) no!" Ace yelped when he saw you crawling towards his food as he set you on the table. What did he get? A bunch of food in his face as you laughed so loudly and so adorably the crewmembers around you all stopped to coo at you. "You naughty little-" You stopped laughing and your bottom lip trembled and your eyes got glossy and he panicked, "No no I'm sorry! You're a good girl!" You instantly bubbled with happiness again, and Ace sighed in relief.

You were a handful. You kept him on his feet, and he quickly learned that taking care of an infant was hard work. And it was exhausting. At the end of the day, he laid back on his bed and put you on his stomach, watching you drift off into slumber before he fell asleep.

He woke up to you smiling in his face, "Babe, I want a baby."

LAW

Law was so busy with work that he didn't end up going onto the island with you and the others. He figured you'd be safe with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin, since they exhibited such fierce protectiveness over you at any island the crew went to. Unfortunately, something had gone wrong, and you had been turned into an infant for 24 hours, and they knew Law would kill them all if he found out. They were hoping that he would be too busy for 24 hours to notice.

Unfortunately, Law came looking for you.

"Shachi, where's (Name)?" The captain cornered Shachi as he was returning from the kitchen. "You're all back, but she's not."

"She-she is," he stammered nervously, "I think she's sleeping with everyone else in the bunkhouse." Lying to Law was not easy, because he saw through it all. But before he could, a loud squeal met his ears. The squeal of an infant.

Law's eyes widened, "What...is that?"

"No no captain!" Shachi ran after the doctor as he followed the noise to the bunkhouse, and slammed the door open to see Bepo holding up a baby and cooing at it.

A baby girl.

When you saw Law, you giggled and clapped your tiny hands, blowing a raspberry and then sneezing. Law's jaw dropped, but he was conflicted. He couldn't decide if he wanted to strangle his crewmates, or cuddle the cutest baby he had ever seen. You whined and fussed when he didn't come closer, holding your tiny arms out. Law's eyes widened, and he backed away.

Big mistake.

You started bawling, screaming loud enough to wake the entire submarine. Penguin thrust you into Law's arms so you would stop, and when you saw you were close to Law you stopped crying and giggled innocently, reaching for his face.

"Captain, are you sure-"

"I'll be fine," Law assured Shachi, even though he was extremely nervous. "She'll never let you sleep if I don't take her." That was his excuse, but he was happy to take you away to his room and enjoy your cuteness privately.

But Law did not know what to do with you. He just sat at his desk with you on his lap, staring at him. He was staring back, and after a few minutes you giggled again and bounced on his leg. You clapped your small hands and then reached for his face, and he leaned down to give it to you, just so you could squish his cheeks and let out the cutest laugh that made him relax and smile gently.

He tried to keep you occupied, but ultimately realised that you were more interested in him than you were anything else. So he held you as he worked, and he had to admit it was a nice feeling because you were just so adorable. He read to you and told you stories and you enjoyed them so much you gave him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek.

Eventually Law became the official babysitter, as he wouldn't let anyone else touch you. Except Bepo. But even then, he'd let the bear hold you for a few minutes and watch anxiously because he had gotten so protective over you. You loved it when Bepo played with you, because he was so big and soft and gentle, but you also loved it when Law played with you. Granted, his definition of playing was a bit different, but you seemed to enjoy it. So much so that you fell asleep on him out of tiredness at the end of the day, fisting his shirt in your small hand. He smiled and held you close as you slept.

When you woke up, you were back to normal and opened your mouth to say something, but Law beat you to it, "We should have a baby."

KAKU

You don't know how it happened and neither did he. One moment you were engaging the target, and the next you were a little infant crawling around on the floor. This sent Kaku into panic mode, and he quickly took out the devil fruit user who'd de-aged you before picking you up, his eyes going wide at how tiny and fragile you were. But...he had to admit...you were adorable. Your big (eye colour) eyes were so full of innocence and wonder that his heart warmed and melted.

Then you gripped his long nose, and with a strength he didn't know babies had, tugged. He groaned at the sensation, but couldn't be mad at you since you giggled so cutely and smiled so sweetly. Your mouth was toothless, and that made you even cuter. He sighed. What was he going to do?

Ultimately, he had no choice but to take you back to HQ. The others were stunned by seeing a baby you nestled in his arms, comfortably napping on his shoulder. They had so many questions, but Kaku waved them all off and took you straight to his room. He didn't want to ask Khalifa for help, since he thought that might be sexist. So he tried his best, smiling down at you as you gurgled and watched him with one small hand in your mouth and the other playing with one of your tiny feet.

"You're so cute," he suddenly said out loud, even though he knew you couldn't understand him. But it seemed you did, because you giggled and raised your arms for him to pick you up.

Kaku carries you around like his child all day, taking care of you as best he could. He didn't do too bad of a job, since you clung to him happily and didn't want to go anywhere near anyone that wasn't him. You gave him a sloppy kiss on his long nose when it accidentally poked your little stomach, just to tell him it was okay. He fed you what soft food he could find, changed you with what little knowledge he had of babies, and played with you with anything safe that could be used as a toy without hurting you.

But his favourite moment of all was when he turned into a giraffe just to see how you would react, and instead of being scared you squealed excitedly and reached up to grab his little horns. You giggled and laughed as he played with you in giraffe form, your cutest laugh coming out when he playfully licked your chubby cheek with his long purple tongue. You accidentally grabbed it and pulled, like his nose, making him yelp in pain while you just giggled.

If Kaku was protective of you before his protectiveness surged to whole new levels with infant you. Like when Jabra almost stepped on you, Kaku kicked him so hard he went flying into the wall. Then he picked you up, relieved, and kissed you all over while Jabra groaned and passed out.

"Nothing and no one will hurt you while you're like this, (Name)," Kaku whispered, patting your back gently. You just giggled and offered him a toothless smile before yawning, prompting Kaku to gently rock you to sleep.

Later on, when you finally awoke in your grown up form, you looked for Kaku and beamed, "I think it's time we made a mini Kaku."

LUFFY

Honestly, he doesn't even know how it happened. And he was there. One minute you were a fully grown woman, and the next you were a tiny baby who couldn't even stand on two legs. Luffy is immediately overprotective, scooping you up and running back to the ship with you to show everyone else. He thinks you're the cutest thing in the world, and while he loves the older you, he also loves this smaller version of his favourite person in the world.

"Zoro! Sanji! Nami!" Luffy rattled off the names of everyone on the crew, jumping onto the ship with little you tucked safely in one arm. Everyone's jaws dropped.

"Luffy, what-"

"Look!" He excitedly held you out for everyone to see. "Little (Name)! Isn't she so cute?" He then cradled you against his chest again and smiled happily.

Everyone was thinking the same thing. There was no way Luffy could be trusted to babysit you on his own, and they didn't even know what happened. This was bad, but the captain didn't seem to have the same issues.

"WATCH HER HEAD!"

The last person everyone expected to yell at Luffy, yelled at Luffy. Zoro lunged forward to shield your head from a potential bump against the mast, after Luffy got a little too excited and stretched you further away than he anticipated. Luffy apologised when Zoro hit him hard on his head, but you seemed to enjoy the violence and you laughed when it happened. Both Luffy and Zoro looked at you, and then Zoro smirked and smacked Luffy again. Infant you laughed even harder than the first time.

This gave everyone else the same idea.

Pretty soon, everyone was taking a chance to punch or smack Luffy, and you were giggling and laughing so much that you fell on your back on the table you were placed on for safety. Everyone cooed when they saw this, before Luffy lifted you up again. He was bruised, and had bumps in some places, but he was still grinning at you.

"Baby (Name) is even cuter when she laughs!"

You reached for his face and he moved it closer, and you patted his cheek with your tiny hand as if trying to soothe his injuries. He smiled even more and watched you with bright eyes, everyone else melting as you tried to make his sores go away. You were pouting with the effort, until you discovered that his face was stretchy when you pulled his cheek. You burst into another fit of giggles, and started pulling all over his face. Luffy just laughed, thinking it was funny that you thought his stretchy skin was a toy.

So Luffy was allowed to babysit you, because he was apparently your favourite toy, but he was strictly supervised by at least one person every hour. The crew took turns, and by the end of the day you were passed out peacefully in Luffy's arms. He was smiling down at you with love and amazement in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe something so cute existed.

You woke up the next morning knowing about all of Luffy's near misses with you, but smiled and told him, "You need a little help babe, but I'd love to have your baby."

SANJI

Sanji left the group alone for a few minutes to get some much-needed ingredients and food stock for the ship. A few minutes. What trouble could you guys have gotten into in a few minutes? A lot, apparently, because Sanji came back to see Zoro holding a little infant girl.

Wait a second...

"(NAME)?!" The cook cried, rushing forward to pluck you out of the swordsman's arms and cradle you in his own. He glared at Zoro, "What happened?!"

"Luffy picked a fight with a devil fruit user," Nami sighed, "He de-aged (Name) before Luffy finally knocked him out. It'll last abiut 24 hours, according to what he said, she's stuck like that for a bit."

Honestly, Sanji didn't mind at all. He was finding this tiny you absolutely adorable, and when you looked up at him with your big, round (eye colour) eyes, he almost fainted. You were the cutest thing alive, and he wasted no time peppering your tiny chubby face with kisses, reveling in the giggles and gurgles that escaped you. You kicked your little legs happily and hugged his head, and Sanji all but melted. Your arms were so small, and barely wrapped all the way around his head.

"As cute as this is, we should get back to the Sunny," Usopp looked around nervously. "We don't want to pick more unnecessary fights."

Nami agreed, smacking Luffy on the head, and you laughed as Sanji carried you away with hearts in his eyes. You stuck your tiny hand in your mouth to suck on, and relaxed in the cook's arms as you looked around in wonder. The first thing he did back at the ship was prepare something for you to eat, and he happily fed you and dealt with you smacking the spoon and sending food flying all over the place. Mostly onto his face and in his hair.

"Come on, my sweet little one," he cooed, trying to coax you into eating the next spoonful, "Just go ah for me, please cutie?" He pleaded, demonstrating by opening his own mouth.

You giggled and opened your mouth for him and he slid the spoon into your mouth, before pulling it back out when he was sure you'd taken the food. Then you spat it out at him and laughed so hard you almost rolled backwards, and Sanji realised you were doing that to tease him. Naughty baby.

He smiled gently, "You're cute when you're naughty too!" And continued feeding you. It took him close to an hour, but he got it done. Then he changed you with help from Nami and carried you around the ship, telling you stories about the All Blue and the Grand Line as you chewed on his tie. Well, more like gummed on it, since you didn't have teeth. That spot was soaking by the time you were done, but he didn't mind. He simply kissed your little cheek and tickled your stomach, calling you a good girl before rocking you to sleep gently when he noticed your eyes drooping.

"Sanjiiiii, let's make a babyyyyyy!" Was what the crew heard from you when you woke up.

USOPP

"I LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE FOR ONE MINUTE AND-"

Usopp's shouting was interrupted by a loud infant cry, stunning the sniper into silence. Nami just laughed nervously, trying to make an excuse for that noise but when Usopp pushed past her to see what they were hiding she knew all was lost. Usopp's jaw dropped, because he hasn't thought it could get any worse.

Baby you stared up at him innocently from Brook's lap. The musician was surprisingly good with you, singing to you softly to soothe your raging baby moods. The minute you spotted Usopp, your eyes lit up and you bounced up and down on Brook's thigh excitedly, reaching out for the sniper.

"M-me?" Usopp pointed to himself, shocked.

"That's (Name), you idiot," Sanji grumbled, but his gaze softened when he looked at you in your tiny form.

"(Name)?!" Usopp cried, before immediately lifting you into his arms. You gurgled happily and reached for his goggles, giggling when you tapped on the eyeholes. "What-"

"Don't ask," Zoro grumbled.

Usopp stared at you, eyes wide. He wasn't equipped to take care of a baby yet! He needed your help! Panic was settling in, but then soon disappeared when you nuzzled against him and wrapped your small arms around his neck. He felt his knees get weak from how good it felt, and from the adorable baby smell you emitted.

"I suppose...I AM the best person to look after her," he boasted, patting your back gently. You coeed softly and patted his shoulder, as if you were agreeing with him.

Usopp is actually really good with babies, and it shows when he looks after you. He holds you properly, plays with you so nicely that you squeal and laugh loudly from all the fun, and he knows exactly what to feed you. He's so so gentle with you, and he showers you in affection and love while trying not to faint from how adorable you are when you laugh and clap your little hands.

That is, until you steal one of his tools or contraptions and start hitting him with it or throw it at him. His butt is suddenly on fire, and he's running around yelling for water while you cackle and howl with laughter, amusing everyone else as well. He forgives you of course, kissing your chubby cheek and showing you how to properly use them, before noticing you dozed off against his chest. He smiles softly and lays down so you can sleep comfortably.

In the morning, you wake him up with kisses all over his face and a bright smile on your lips, "You know, I think it's time the crew got a new member~"

[mommypieck]

♡.°୭̥ ୨୧ attack on titan masterlist

choose your character

୨୧ eren

jealous eren ✯ nsfw alphabet ✯ eren choking his partner ✯ pussy drunk eren ✯ eren x child reader ✯ drinks on me ✯ car sex with eren ✯ eren with size kink ✯ eren teaching an insecure reader with hip dips how to love themselves ✯ with eren on a beach ✯ eren cheating with you on mikasa  cheater eren  ✯   cheater eren 2 ✯  being erens side piece  ✯ gamer eren  ✯ eren and armin taking your virginity  ✯ eren with pda  ✯ eren and mikasa as parents

୨୧ jean

highschool jean ✯ puppyboy jean ✯ threesome with jean and marco ✯ baby daddy jean ✯ creep jean ✯ heartbroken jean ✯ tired jean ✯ domestic jean ✯breeding kink jean ✯ reiner vs jean x gf in makeup ✯ jean when asking for seks ✯ jean with breeding kink ✯ jean being pussy drunk ✯ jean with goth gf ✯ jean x voyerism ✯ soft jean ✯ jean fucking you only with the tip ✯ jean and red lipstick  ✯ cheater jean

୨୧ armin

mermaid armin ✯ little yandere armin ✯ librarian armin ✯ rough armin ✯ armin x succubus ✯ giving armin a sloppy blowjob ✯ wanting armin to be rougher ✯ giving armin a blowjob ✯ armin with a virgin gf  ✯ teasing armin ✯  scratching armins back ✯  eren and armin taking your virginity  ✯ virgin armin

୨୧ connie

connie with cat hybrid gf ✯ subby connie ✯ reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep ✯  connie fucking you throat ✯ connie fingering you ✯ connie loves your ass

୨୧ reiner

subby reiner ✯ more subby reiner ✯ bunnyboy reiner ✯ subby reiner plus thighs ✯ soft dom reiner ✯ facesitting with reiner ✯soccer captain reiner ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ reiner vs jean x gf in makeup ✯ reiners titties ✯ teaching reiner how to kiss ✯ reiner with size kink ✯ reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep ✯ reiner with reader who likes mugs ✯  bertholdt and reiner with size ki nk

୨୧ erwin

dilf erwin ✯ erwin x somno ✯  threesome with erwin and levi

୨୧ levi

yandere levi ✯ jealous levi ✯ pussydrunk levi ✯ domming levi ✯ levi being a pervert ✯ levi with reader who likes mugs ✯ levi and big tummies ✯ chubby levi ✯ chubby levi 2 ✯ levi being too caught up with work ✯ having an argument with levi  ✯ quickie with levi  ✯ yandere levi 2  ✯ threesome with erwin and levi

୨୧ porco

step brother porco ✯ porco having a crush on his best friends sister ✯ porco and big tummies ✯ motor biker porco

୨୧ colt

little panty-stealer colt

୨୧ bertholdt

giving berthodt handjob for the first time ✯ date with berthodt ✯ bertholdt with yandere gf ✯ edging bertholdt ✯ spicy berthodt  ✯ bertholdt and reiner with size ki nk

୨୧ zeke

training with zeke ✯ what happens after dinner?

୨୧ floch

dominating floch

୨୧ hange

hange in white lacy underwear  ✯ fluffy hange ✯ subby hange ✯ coworker hange ✯ fingerfucking with hange ✯ hange eating out their virgin baby ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ pretty boys birthday ✯ face sitting with hange ✯ too needy ✯ hange with a happy trail ✯ writing poems with hange ✯ falling asleep with hange ✯ modern high school hange ✯ sub hange x dom reader ✯ hange ordering you to touch yourself ✯ coworker hange 2 

୨୧ pieck

pieck´s boobs ✯ having camgirl pieck as your roomate ✯ body-ody-ody pieck ✯ rich ceo pieck ✯ high pieck ✯ scissoring with pieck  ✯ mommy pieck

୨୧ ymir

needy ymir ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters  ✯ historia x ymir x reader

୨୧ yelena

yelena with gun kink ✯ submissive yelena ✯ readers spicy story ✯ yelena fucking your face with her strap

୨୧ hitch

bestfriend hitch

୨୧ annie

annie´s doll ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ mikasa and annie corrupting you

୨୧ mikasa

mikasa eating you out over your underwear ✯ yandere roommate mikasa ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ subby mikasa ✯ breeding kink with mikasa (male!reader) eren and mikasa as parents  mikasa and annie corrupting you ✯

mikasa teasing you ✯  mikasa x erens ex  ✯ mikasa nsfw alphabet  ✯ threesome with eren and mikasa

[onlyonetifosi]

Hii babes could you do Logan x reader and it’s his first Father’s Day or Oscar if your comfortable with it thanksss

The sound of engines roared in the distance, blending with the cheers of the crowd that filled the Formula 1 paddock. It was a scorching day in July, and the world's fastest drivers were preparing for another thrilling race weekend. Amongst the bustling chaos, Y/N Sargeant, wife of renowned F1 driver Logan Sargeant, navigated through the lively atmosphere with their adorable son, Parker, cradled in her arms.

As they walked toward Logan's team garage, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was Parker's first time attending a Grand Prix, and it happened to coincide with Logan's first Father's Day. The couple had been looking forward to this day for months, eager to share their passion for racing with their son.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the grid, Y/N held Parker in her arms, gently rocking him back and forth. "Are you ready for your first race, Parker? Daddy's going to be amazing out there," she cooed in German, her voice filled with love.

Logan approached them, his race suit zipped up, and a proud smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around Y/N and Parker, kissing their foreheads. "Guten Morgen, meine Lieben," he greeted them, his voice filled with warmth. "Are you excited, Parker? We're going to have so much fun today."

Parker, with his chubby cheeks and bright blue eyes, gurgled in response, his tiny fingers reaching out to grab at the colorful lanyard around Y/N's neck, which held their paddock passes.

Logan, clad in his racing suit, approached them with a beaming smile. His eyes lit up when he saw his wife and son, and he eagerly scooped Parker into his arms.

"Hey there my champion" Logan greeted his son "Ready to cheer Daddy on today?"

Parker responded with a toothless grin, seemingly sensing the excitement that surrounded him.

Y/N leaned in and pressed a kiss to Logan's cheek. "Happy Father's Day, Liebster. You're an incredible dad, and I'm so proud of you."

Logan's face softened as he held his family close. "Thank you, princess. I couldn't ask for a better gift than you and Parker"

Their tender moment was interrupted by the arrival of other F1 drivers and their families. Charles Leclerc approached with his girlfriend Emma and his son Marco, in his arms. He grinned at Logan and Y/N.

"Happy Father's Day, Logan!" Charles exclaimed, extending a hand to Logan while Marco curiously observed Parker. “It's a special feeling, isn't it? Seeing your little one grow up in this world of racing"

Logan nodded, his eyes shining with pride, Logan shook Charles' hand warmly. “Happy Father's Day to you too. How's Marco doing? And absolutely, it's a whole new level of joy and responsibility. But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Parker is excited to be here today," she said, glancing over at their son who was squirming in her arms. "It's his first time attending a Grand Prix"

As if on cue, Parker giggled, his tiny hands reaching out towards the colorful F1 cars lining the grid

"Look, Marco, this is your new friend Parker!" Emma exclaimed, smiling warmly.

"He's growing up so fast," Charles replied, his voice tinged with awe. "But I suppose that's what happens when you're born into this racing world"

Y/N nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can't believe how quickly Parker is growing too. It feels like just yesterday we brought him home"

Daniel Ricciardo joined the conversation, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "So, mate, how does it feel to have a mini-you cheering you on from the grandstands?"

Logan's gaze softened as he looked at his son. "It's indescribable, Dan. Seeing him here, witnessing his first Grand Prix, it means the world to me. I can't wait for him to grow up surrounded by this incredible sport"

Parker wriggled in Logan's arms, reaching out to touch Marco's face. The two babies giggled, their laughter filling the air as their fathers exchanged stories and advice.

Y/N gently placed him on the ground, and he wobbled his way towards the other drivers' children who were playing nearby.

Max Verstappen's son Noah, Marco and Parker were already engrossed in painting the paddock with colored chalks. Parker’s laughter blending with the cheerful voices of the little ones. Meanwhile, Y/N and Logan watched, beaming with pride.

Max Verstappen's daughter, Sofia, giggled as Parker tried to catch up to her. The two children toddled hand in hand, their laughter contagious.

"Looks like we have future racers on our hands," Max said with a grin, watching the two children.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Y/N replied

"I think our little racer is making friends," Y/N said, her eyes never leaving Parker

"Logan, do you remember when Parker tried to imitate your victory celebration?" Max Verstappen chuckled, recalling a recent race weekend. "He's already a natural-born racer"

YN grinned, watching as Parker clumsily attempted to mimic his father's podium jump. "He definitely takes after his father. I have a feeling we'll be seeing him on the track in the future"

Logan's heart swelled with pride, his gaze alternating between YN and their son. "Maybe one day, he'll even surpass me"

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. "Logan! Y/N!" It was Lando Norris, his own son, Oliver, perched on his shoulders.

"Hey, Lando!" Logan greeted with a grin. "Happy Father's Day, mate"

Lando grinned back. "Thanks, mate. Looks like our kids are having a blast together" Lando was accompanied by his girlfriend, and together they admired Parker with adoration.

"Thanks, Lando!" Logan grinned. "By the way, congratulations for the last race. You're on fire this season!"

Lando shrugged modestly. "Just doing my best” he was saying before being interrupted by Oliver as he was chasing after Parker, their laughter echoing through the paddock, and he and his girlfriend, Lauren, laughed at their son's antics.

"Y/N, how are you finding motherhood?" Kika, Pierre Gasly's partner, asked with a smile

"It's an incredible journey," Y/N replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Watching Parker grow and discover new things every day is a blessing"

As Y/N they exchanged pleasantries, the other drivers and their families joined the growing circle of camaraderie. Sergio Perez's sons Carlota, Sergio and Emilio, toddled around with a mischievous glint in his eyes, followed closely by Daniel Ricciardo's son, Leo.

She noticed Lewis Hamilton with his own bundle of joy, Amelia, and approached him.

"Good afternoon, Lewis. How is Amelia doing?" YN inquired, her voice filled with warmth.

Lewis grinned, holding his daughter close. "She's doing great, thanks. Can't believe how quickly time flies. Before I know it, she'll be asking for her own racing car!"

"Happy Father's Day, Logan! And Y/N, little Parker is growing so quickly. He's going to be a force to be reckoned with, just like his dad."

Y/N chuckled, gently bouncing Parker. "Thank you, Lewis. We're excited to see what the future holds for our little racer."

It was a scene filled with laughter and joy—a glimpse into the future of the F1 paddock.

The warm camaraderie continued as more drivers stopped by to offer their well wishes. Yuki Tsunoda playfully ruffled Parker's hair, while Daniel Ricciardo shared a humorous anecdote about his first Father's Day.

As the time for the race drew near, Y/N and Logan exchanged a meaningful look. They both knew how much this day meant to them—a celebration of their love, family, and the shared passion that brought them together.

"Let's make this a day to remember, Liebster," Y/N whispered, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Logan tightened his grip on Parker, his heart full of love and determination. "Absolutely, sweetheart. Today, we race for more than just victory."

With their spirits lifted by the support of their F1 family, Logan and Y/N walked hand in hand toward the pit lane. As the cars thundered past, leaving behind a symphony of speed and power, Logan revved his engine, ready to give it his all on the track.

For Logan, Y/N, and little Parker, this would forever be remembered as the day their racing hearts beat as one—a testament to the strength of their love, their devotion as parents, and the unbreakable bond that tied them together.

With renewed determination, Logan kissed Y/N's forehead before heading towards the briefing room. The race weekend had become an extraordinary blend of joy, love, and the thrill of competition

Later, as the engines roared on the grid, Y/N, holding Parker in her arms, joined the other F1 families in the spectator area. Logan's car lined up on the grid, the anticipation palpable. Y/N whispered to Parker, who stared wide-eyed at the colorful spectacle before him.

"Parker, mein kleiner Champion, look at Daddy go. He's going to show everyone what he's made of."

As the lights went out and the race began, Y/N's heart swelled with pride for her husband and the father of her child. The adrenaline rushed through her veins, mirroring the intense energy on the track.

Parker, sensing his mother's excitement, clapped his hands and babbled happily, the echoes of his laughter blending with the roar of the engines.

Hours flew by, and as Logan crossed the finish line in a respectable position, the crowd erupted with applause. Y/N, carrying Parker on her hip, joined the cheering, her voice ringing with pride.

"You did it, Logan! Happy Father's Day!" she exclaimed, her words mingling with the cheers of the crowd.

The F1 families gathered once again, celebrating the successful race and Father's Day. As they shared stories and laughter, the children played together, their young spirits echoing the joy and unity of their parents.

"I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day," Y/N whispered, leaning into Logan's embrace.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Neither could I, love, this is what racing is all about. Family, friendship, and the love that keeps us going."

When the paddock quieted down, the Sargeant family made their way back to their motorhome. Logan cradled Parker in his arms, gazing down at his son's peaceful face.

“My little man," Logan whispered, his voice full of tenderness. "One day, you'll know how much joy and purpose you bring to my life. I'll always be there for you"

"Parker is lucky to have you as his mom," Logan whispered, his voice full of adoration.

Y/N smiled, feeling a surge of love for her husband. "And he's lucky to have you as his dad, Logan. Happy Father's Day."

Logan's eyes shimmered with emotion as he held Y/N's gaze. "Happy Father's Day, Y/N. I couldn't imagine a better partner and mother for our son."

In that moment, as Logan sped away, adrenaline surging through his veins, he couldn't help but feel grateful—for the privilege of being a father, for the support of his teammates and fellow drivers, and for the incredible woman and son waiting for him in the pits.

Together, they embarked on a race not just to the checkered flag but to a future filled with love, happiness, and the indomitable spirit of the racing world.

[queserasora]

ACE X CHUBBY FEM!READER | NSFW, Soft Smut ™, Slow Burn Babeyyy WORD COUNT: 9k CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption (because I am sora and I am a grown woman who likes to write about alcohol), profanity (not a lot but enough), angst galore, a sprinkle of fluff because it’s cute decorations, unprotected sex (when will they learn???), groping, sloppy kisses because ace is passionate and means well but he is also eager, that being said oral female receiving with some sloppy head, nipple play, plenty of ass grabbing, biting, ace talks way too much for his own good, he is silly and just says things, and it might be embarrassing but that’s just how he is, you know i love my repeating themes so if you hate that please stay away!!, is a hurricane/storm a warning? then yes, i guess dangerous time to be partying and having sex but these are pirates, handjob, what else?, oh jealous ace is amazing, also flirty marco because i love marco sue me A SUMMARY:Ace comes aboard the Moby Dick, fire in his fists, fire in his eyes. Y/N wants to know his reason for fighting, but curiosity is a beast of a burden, and when feelings get swept up in the heat of his storm, Ace has to make a choice between reason and his heart.

I -  A Disturbance  : Wind & Fire

You were born in summer heat. Your mother’s arms welcomed you into her world, sticky with sweat but full to the brim with love. Her plush lips against your temple, baptize you with a kiss. You grow, not like a palm tree all spindly trunk and leafy green top, but like a wild hibiscus tree; small and closely rooted to the ground with bushy branches covered in small leaves reaching out to the horizon. Like the Hibiscus, you dance in the wind, laughter trailing behind you. In your hair, its red flower entangles in curls. The sparkling water of the beach is always warm when you swim it. Your mother grows weary of warning you about the currents, and the treacherous waves. Eventually she gives up, names you her little mermaid, and braids beads into your hair that sparkle in the sun. Despite your mother’s warnings you always find yourself there, at the cliff by the sea.

He is born in secret. He’s born because there’s nothing left. A mother’s dying wish whispered into the soft spot on his head, to a dark curl who can’t remember the words. In time, he runs as fast as his legs can carry him, through forests, creeks and mud. On the creak of the branches under his feet he tries to find that elusive promise; words he had sworn he never heard but somehow left a gaping hole. Sometimes he thinks he hears them in the howling wind. Sometimes he only feels it on the heat of his skin, when the sun is blistering hot above him. Heart torn in two, he always finds himself there, on a cliff looking out at the sea.

Like a Siren, it calls to them. On the horizon, the sun blinks as it sinks under the water, a fading beacon. The wind whips around their shoulders, tussling their hair with heated fingers. In their ears it whispers: come find me, I’ve been waiting.

You leave to the sea, as your mother always feared. She’s inconsolable at the dock. You laugh to keep from crying, and wipe away her tears with the back of a small hand. She makes you promise to look out for yourself. Don’t dive into the sea, she warns you with furrowed brows. Don’t be impulsive. Don’t head straight into storms. They forgive no one. You brush her worries aside with a kiss on her temple, before you bolt aboard the ship.

Several adventures later, you’re aboard the Whitebeard Pirates ship. You offer your knowledge and skills in medicine; pair it with a big bright smile and hope for the best. Lady Luck favors you, beckons you with curling fingers. Another nurse is just what their ship needed—at least for now. Marco takes good care of you. He is patient, and kind. He is also easy on the eyes. It doesn’t take long before you’re being saddled with responsibilities.

You try your best, thinking your experience in wound care is your strongest skill among a ship of pirates. You did not share their strength, and undying courage but you did have wit, and you have a sharp tongue. You wielded them when necessary, the edge of your words a sharp scalpel. If you throw your words out fast enough, hard enough to kick up some dust they might not call you on your bluff. Compared to them, you couldn’t help but feel like a soothing passing wind; barely noticed before you were gone, no impact, no trace left behind.

His entrance is violent, and eruptive. His presence disturbs the way of things, sending invisible critters scattering to seek refuge. You think you feel suffocating heat when you first see him. Portgas D. Ace is a forest fire at full flame, determined to devour everything, before you even noticed a spark. His eyes incinerate everything he glares at, thick brows furrowed together for so long you fear they are glued that way. Where his crew seemed agreeable even, accepting of their fates, he grew more restless by the day. You had to admire his tenacity. The sheer force of destruction his willpower possessed was alluring; dangerously seductive.

When he tries to take Whitebeard down for the 11th time, Marco is sick of it, and delegates you to the task. You swallow thickly, avoiding his gaze. You think Ace must not be a man of many words, as conversation is clipped and forced. It was just as well. The task was distracting enough. You try to remind yourself to keep your fingers moving as they brush over his skin when you apply antiseptic to gashes on his chest. He hisses, forcing your eyes up and away from the freckles you had been counting. His eye are dark pools that pull you into their depths, so deep you think they’re bottomless. In your mind, your mother’s warning echoes.

Don’t dive into the sea.

You blink, and look away, feeling heat spread across your cheek; splotches of shame kept in secret. You try to focus instead, on the gauze on your hand, the warmth of his body under your fingers when you press it against his open wounds. You look up through your lashes when you apply pressure, wondering if a day would come when he didn’t seem so closed off—so intriguingly unavailable. His jaw is set, teeth clenched so tightly all the time, you had half a mind to inspect his molars for cracks. His eyes flicker towards you and you pretend to inspect the bruise on his temple. You press a tentative finger against it, wondering if you could dip your fingertips into his thoughts that way. When he flinches, you move back to the gauze, wrap his wounds with soft bandage.

Your hands on his chest, you feel heat radiate from him, feel his heart beating steadily underneath. A heart never lied, each beat a tell tale sign. You try to listen closely to each secret told in a pulse against your palm.

Don’t be impulsive.

You were never good at listening to your mother. Your mouth was quicker than your mind; traitorous and vile.

“Why do you keep fighting, if you can’t win?” you ask him, slapping the bandages for good measure; assuring they stick, and assuring your message goes through. Ace flinches, and reaches for your wrist. His grip is strong, thick fingers wrapping around the width of your wrist. For a fleeting moment, you know you should fear him. You have seen what he’s capable of, but the heat from his hand melts away all preconceived notions.

“Sometimes,” he says blinking down at you. His brows are furrowed together—they always are. You see his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows. His thumb brushes once against the inside of your wrist. You think you hear a call—someone shouting from the sea. “Sometimes, you fight anyway. If it means protecting people you care about.” He lets you go, and you instinctively pull back, bringing your arm to your chest. He watches you fuss over your wrist momentarily before closing his eyes. He looks pained, and before you can offer him painkillers he’s speaking again: “Maybe it’s all I know how to do.”

II –  The Depression  : A Flickering Flame

He didn’t mind at first, but now it felt like he shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be sitting on the edge of the thin mattress of the nurses station. He shouldn’t stand still when your short fingers tentatively palpated his injuries. He shouldn’t watch you, like a seagull over water, searching—praying, as your teeth sank into the plushness of your bottom lip.

There was so much he should and shouldn’t do, he no longer could keep it together. Ignoring you seemed like the right decision. It should have been easy. You were the enemy, if he wanted to be fastidious about it. A member of the Whitebeards Pirate was just someone else standing in the way of his goal. Most of all, his pride couldn’t stand it. It couldn’t stand the disappointed look in your dark eyes, and the way your mouth would twist into a little smirk when he would walk in. It couldn’t stand the way you would immediately retract from him at the slightest hint of discomfort, how you would look at him like he was a wounded bird, wings teared at the joints, unable to fly again, sentenced to death.

It was pride that kept his mouth sealed shut. It was pride that stapled his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He wished pride would leave him blind instead. He wished to not notice how soft your hands are, how small and cute your hands were against his chest. He wished to not notice how he becomes disgustingly interested in your short chubby fingers, and wonders what kind of reaction he’d get if he could nibble on one or two. He wished to not notice how obsessive his thoughts are over the appearance of your skin; golden, and glowing on the apples of your cheek—how soft they looked. He wished he didn’t think about it at night, when darkness wrapped her arms around him tightly. He wished he didn’t think about your lashes, the look you give him through them that fills his mind with smoke.

Racing thoughts, and a racing mind. It took everything in him to keep them quiet. Your voice is soft when you speak, and his lips part, a beating heart trying to scream but no sound comes out. His cheeks feel hot, and he swallows awkward conversation prompts down. He chooses, instead, to fix his thoughts on something else, something more urgent: like how to defeat Whitebeard.

He simply couldn’t afford to dawdle with you. Ace never thought twice on taking on a challenge, but you were a chasm he couldn’t bring himself to jump across. If he missed, the fall could be deadly. He blinks when you speak again, your eyes fixated on his face. Ace quirks his left brow, and thinks he’s offended you. He wants to speak quickly, heart beating against the sinew and bone keeping it prisoner, but the words tangle in his throat.

The door creaks open, and Marco walks in. You look away from Ace and smile at Marco, before forcing two round white pills into the crook of Ace’s palm.

“Make sure you take those,” you tell him, as you force his fist closed. “You hit your head pretty good.” You reach up to rap your knuckles against the side of Ace’s head lightly. “Gotta try to save whatever brain cell’s are left fighting for their lives in there.”

Marco laughs as you stand up. Ace hears you chuckling lightly, as it grows into laughter. He takes a sharp breath through an open mouth, watches you as you turn to look at him over a shoulder.

He wishes pride would hurry the fuck up and blind him. He wishes it so bad, he crushes the pills in his fist into dust.

The sight of your ass stretching the nurse’s uniform fills him with a heat he’s not very familiar with. It settles at the pit of his stomach, and he stares at the door even after you leave. It isn’t until Marco speaks that he brings himself back to the present.

“Why don’t you join, Ace?” Marco asks, as he settles on the stool you were sitting on moments prior. Ace frowns down at it, annoyed at his thoughts—he wondered if it was still warm, and he hated that Marco would know the answer. “You know, it’s not a bad deal. He treats us like his sons. We’re all a little lost out here, kid. You don’t have to be alone.”

Ace scoffs, mouth twisted into a crooked smile. He tilts his head as he watches Marco, trying to swallow the bitterness in the back of his mouth. His heart lurches, and he shuts his eyes. If he closes them tightly enough, perhaps the hopeless dream will go away. He never had a father figure, and never needed one. It was a lie he recited at night; a prayer to a faceless God.

“I don’t need a father,” he mumbles at last, picking at a string on one leg of his shorts. Marco laughs. Ace looks up, frown back in place.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Marco agrees, reaching up to rub the back of his head. “But why don’t you try? What do you got to lose? It’s not like you have any manners.” Ace begins to protest but Marco’s laughter caught him off again. “And you might learn how to properly talk to a lady.”

Ace thinks his head might start catching fire. He pats his hair quickly.

“I don’t need any help with that!” he says loudly, an elbow digging into a thigh as he leans forward to scowl at Marco.

“Oh, yeah?” Marco says trying to keep his laughter at bay. His smile is crooked, and insufferable. “Is that why you looked like a fish gaping for air when I walked in? Very convincing.”

Just when Ace thinks there is no way he could be more embarrassed, he feels his blush deepening, freckles almost obfuscated. He promises Marco to think about it, and he does his best, but thoughts of you plague him afterward. Your laughter that carried in the wind to him, the way it felt like it sank into his scars, the way it burned and made new ones in return.

III –  A Simmering Storm

The needle on his back, sinks into his skin time and time again, embedding ink to stay forever. It is liberating, in a sense, marking himself with a brand of his own choosing. So much unlike the one stamped upon him at the time of his birth; the son of a monster, a nuisance, someone not worthy of the space they took up in the world. No longer did he have to search for reason, or an excuse. Ace could simply be, and he welcomed his newfound drop of happiness with a toothy grin.

A celebration at him joining the ranks, and being able to be commander of the second division seemed a bit over the top but he liked merriment—and the food and alcohol was too enticing. The darkening clouds in the distance threatened to dampen his mood, and the crowd on the deck of Moby Dick. Murmurs spread the word of an oncoming storm but nobody seems particularly worried. The only thing on their mind is how fast they could drink and eat before they got rained out.

The only thing on your mind was the blooming ache in your chest. You try to soothe it with a hand, smearing your palm against your voluminous chest. The crop top is soft under your skin. You try to memorize this, instead of the radiant smile on Ace’s face. He had never seemed so undoubtedly happy as he did now. A different feeling settled between your ribs, a pang so bitter it causes you to hiss. Jealousy was a monster you squashed down with angry fists every time you saw one of the nurses place a hand on Ace’s bicep. You never thought you would have to beat it down into submission while picturing the face of your own captain.

You’re happy for him, truly. You mutter to yourself, over and over, drink after drink. You’re elated, even, that he has finally come to accept the bright side of things. You’re happy that he has been given a position that you feel is well earned, one that you hope he can excel at.

You’re happy for him. You really are.

You’re so fucking happy it hurts to breathe. You force another deep breath into your lungs, the air is humid and the scent of rain floods your senses. You blink back the wetness in your eyes, and when Marco asks if you are okay you blame pollen. Marco tilts his head, but chooses not to pursue the subject. Instead, he swaps your empty cup with his. You barely notice. You’re too busy thinking about where the sea will take Ace next.

Something in your chest seizes—panic, or fear. It rises like heat from the ground, a crackling electricity flying up through the stale air that keeps you trapped on the ground. You try not to move too much, you fear jostling your thoughts, fear that if they move too much—touch a certain way, sparks would fly, singing you to a crisp; charred and useless.

He is happy, truly.

It wasn’t something he could have ever dreamed of or imagined. He smiles as people congratulate him. Alcohol tastes sweet on his heavy tongue. He barely tastes his food as he pummels it into his mouth. He pictures what it would be like, sailing away from this ship, to complete tasks he would be responsible for. He pictures what it would be like to tend to his own wounds, what it would be like to sit at whatever island he found, and not hear your laugh.

He is happy. He really is.

He’s so fucking happy, he thinks he feels sick. It’s not anxiety. Ace could never admit that. Anxiety over what? He did not fear death. He never had a good reason for living anyway. You could only fear death if you were bound to the living. Then what was binding him to this ship? It felt like a vortex, a cone ensnaring him and trapping him to his spot; a gust of wind that kept bringing him back to you, no matter how many times he moved around this damned ship.

He tries moving again, taking his mug of beer with him. You bump into him with your ass against his. He turns around, ready to pick a fight but sees your heated cheeks instead. You mumble an apology that he laughs off. His hand moves before he controls it, and he ruffles your hair—something he knows you loathe.

“I’m not a puppy,” you hiss, pursing your lips. Ace drinks quickly from his mug, to refrain from sighing.

“Then why do you look like one?” he asks you, and leaves through the crowd. You lose track of him quickly, and decide to stomp around on the spot. It was easier than to think about the way he had looked at you, and how it had set your face on fire.

You do your best to mingle. You notice he does the same, but you’re never far from each other. It feels comical in a strangely annoyingly tragic way. When you squeeze between Thatch and Izou to refill your cup, your hand brushes against something warm. You follow the hand to see Ace’s tattooed bicep. When your eyes meet, thunder splits the sky. You move quickly, wordlessly, determined not to see his face against for the rest of the night.

The sea has other plans. The ship begins to move more than usual, and your legs still not quite so strong, threaten to have you rolling over. You blame the alcohol of course, when you land on Izou’s back. He steadies you with a tight smile as you giggle, and spins you in place trying to send you in the opposite direction but your eyes meet Ace’s again. The ship lurches, and you stumble forward. His body is warm, and inviting, you giggle at the ridiculous situation—as people continue to bump into each other mid-party. You try to move again, but your legs betray you. His arms hold you up, and brings you closer to him. Your body is soft against his, plush and delightful. You look up at him with a tiny small, eyes hazy from the alcohol, and Ace swears he hears the sky split open.

You’re on your way again before he can say anything else. It was probably for the best. He loses track of how much he drinks. He could still feel his face, could still keep track of his thoughts—filled to the brim with you, and concludes he clearly hasn’t drunk enough. He holds on to this as he grips the railing so tight, it cracks under his fingers at the sight of you with Marco.

Marco was so kind, and so friendly. His hands were soft around your waist. You know it was shameful, to giggle at all his silly little jokes, but the alcohol has you feeling weightless—for once. You almost don’t feel the wind against your cheeks, you don’t feel it whipping your hair around. You let Marco pull you closer, his hand pressed against the small of your back. It was better this way. It was better Marco than a ship sailing to a destination unknown.

He drops the mug of beer. It splashes on the deck, and he feels liquid splash against his knee. Ace clenches a fist as he moves, fire erupting from his knuckles before it swallows his hand whole. Drops from the sky grow heavier. They sizzle as they reach his wrist, little wispy vapor rising from the flames like warning flags. Ace breathes through his nose and wills himself to smother the flames. They die out by the time he reaches you, but there’s a fire in his chest, flames behind his eyes he can’t control.

The sight of Marco’s hand very comfortable in the small of your back almost threatens to set him on fire again. Marco’s mouth is so close to your ear, Ace thinks he must smell the lotion off your skin the same way he smelled it off you so many times before; the one that always drove him mad, who forced him to imagine tropical islands, to dream of coconuts and beaches, of you and sandy dunes. Your smile takes his breath away, and when he sees it’s aimed at Marco it fills his lungs with lead instead. Your lashes flutter, and Ace sees a drop of water fall and cling to the apple of one your cheeks. He follows its path until it rolls off from your jaw.

As the last rays of light glints on the surface of it, a spark goes off.

His hand is around your wrist. Marco moves away slightly, only pulling away to look at Ace with a quizzical expression. His smile is frozen in place as he tries to assess the situation. He laughs, and naturally Ace feels like he should punch him in the mouth for it. Marco looks over to you, to pull a response from you when he begins to talk but your eyes are nowhere near on him. You are too focused on Ace’s face instead.

You zone in on the arch of his left eyebrow, the narrowing of his dark eyes, the slight curl of his top lip. Rain starts pouring down. You watch rivulets of water streak down the side of his face. You try to breathe as he watches you, try not to think about his fingers wrapped around your wrist but you can’t stop yourself from wanting to know. You want to know what it means. You want to decipher that look in his eyes, the dark clouds forming, the way you think you see lightning.

Your mother’s words ring one more time. Don’t head straight into storms.

A gust sweeps you off your feet, a dream so airy and full of promises you think you can fall forever if it meant he’d look at you this way for another breath, and another.

IV –  The Hurricane

It wasn’t enough.

He could consume every drop of alcohol aboard the Moby Dick, pour into his mouth ounce after ounce like his life depended on it, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

There’s nothing, not a sobering thought, not the lightning in the sky, not the dark clouds in the distance, that could free him from the hold you have on him. Your eyes are so big and round you remind him of the softness he hated in himself, the same he tried to strangle with his own hands. In you, it only made him want to kiss you. Right there. Right now. Ace swallows down the last of his apprehensions. He tightens his grip around your wrist, and thinks everyone and everything could go to hell and stay there. If he caused a scene by dragging you away, he simply did not care.

Nature had other plans. The wind picks up, the sea fights back. Waves rise, and rock the Moby Dick—a feat that’s not as easy as it sounds. Marco gives you one last look before he scrambles away, shouting orders to the crew. They desperately climb to close the sails, but you can’t finish watching them work. Ace drags you away from the deck, down a path you’re ashamed to be familiar with.

In his room, he finally lets you go and you stumble forward with momentum. You hear the door close, and a lock click. You spin around belatedly, trying to keep your arms from swinging too much and losing your balance to see Ace’s back pressed against the door.

He watches you from where he stood, hair soaked through. His raven curls are slicked against his forehead, so he runs a large hand through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face. He can’t be bothered to find his hair a nuisance. Not when you’re standing in front of him, wet from head to toe. You’re out of your nurses’ uniform, something he is not used to seeing. Your hair is lose and partially wet, wavy tendrils sticking to your cheeks and shoulders. Your round face looks precious, he swallows as he fights the urge to cradle it in his hands. Your wide eyed expression forces a chuckle out of him, one he tries to hide on the back of one hand.

He notices belatedly, and with a little remorse, the slight blue tint on your bottom lip and the redness on your cheeks. Your eyes are hazy, heavy lidded, and he tilts his head at you, dopey smile on his face.

“You were having fun,” he mentions, eyes trailing away from your cheeks to your torso, the dips on your sides that make your waist. The soft rolls that settle there make him want to touch you. He raps his knuckles on the door behind him instead, fingers tapping without rhythm; anything, and everything to keep himself controlled, especially at the sight of your wide hips, the thickness of your thighs.

“Yeah, I was actually,” you finally find your voice to speak. You swallow with difficulty, slapping a hand against a thigh, over your wet jeans. “Anyway,” you mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose. You should stay focused. You do your best, but the sight of Ace’s bare chest reminds you of how warm he is and how frigid your fingers currently are. You’d love to warm them up right now, skim them over his toned abs. “Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” he asks you quietly.

“Drag me here. Can’t you see?” you start, licking your lips, feeling very very parched when you follow the small trail of hair beginning at the bottom of Ace’s belly button, and disappearing underneath his shorts. “I have working legs!” You make a show of lifting each one, one at a time, and pointing obnoxiously. “See? Perfectly healthy.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, pushing away from the door. He walks slowly towards you, steps hesitant and careful. His eyes roam over your body. You watch him drag his gaze from the top of your head, to your feet, and back up again at an excruciatingly slow pace. Your heart accelerates, and it thunders in your ears. “You’re perfectly healthy,” his voices comes in softer now that he’s standing in front of you. “I can see that.” Ace hands wrap around the roundness of your shoulders. He slides them down slowly from the short sleeves of your crop top, thick callused fingers skimming along the back of your plush and soft biceps. Your skin is soft, tantalizing. It feels as if he shouldn’t touch you. It feels sinful, something he has no privilege to but he continues anyway, down to your wrists until his fingers grip yours gently. Ace tightens his hold on your hands and pulls you closer to him.

He wraps your arms around his waist. You don’t fight him. You move; a leaf carried in the wind. Your fingers grip around his belt loops, as he dips his face to the crook of your neck. His hot breath fans against your skin, when he drops the softest kiss—his lips, or the wind, you’re not sure. He nuzzles the exposed skin, using his nose to move the neckline of your crop top as much as he can to drop more soft kisses. You’re colder than he expected, so he holds you tighter, until your softness fills all his hard edges and gaps. Your curves are a pleasant surprise. He had expected some of it from the way you filled the skirt of your uniform but seeing you out of it had been a vision he shouldn’t be worthy of.

He shouldn’t be worthy of any of it. He shouldn’t enjoy the way your hips feel under his hands, but he still runs them over them up and down, over and over again. He shouldn’t enjoy their width, the way the flesh caves under his grip, how his fingers dig deep and it still isn’t enough to touch all of you. He shouldn’t enjoy the way your skin feels so impossibly soft against his lips, as if it melts under his heat; snow under a sunny sky. He shouldn’t enjoy the scent of your skin, the scent of your lotion that brings him to the brink of madness. He shouldn’t enjoy the way you sigh his name when he sucks on your pulse, and grabs your ass. He shouldn’t tell you the way he thinks no matter how much alcohol swims in his veins. He shouldn’t tell you the way he feels, but words bubble up his throat and out his mouth—a freshwater brook whose source he can’t define.

“You feel so good,” he moans against your ear, when he pushes his hips forward. Your eyes flutter at the feel of his erection against the softness of your belly. “I love touching you, Mermaid.” The nickname usually bothers you; given in passing because you loved swimming in the sea despite the dangers, but from his lips it feels like a spoken song; a poem only for you. “You smell so good,” he licks the shell of your ear, bites on the sensitive cartilage on top. You gasp, and dig your nails into his back, desperately holding on to whatever was left of your self preservation. “Do you know how sick I was?” He thinks he should punish you, and so he does, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. You yelp, and slap his back but it doesn’t deter him. He smiles against your skin, licks the blooming bruise with a flat and sloppy tongue. “When Marco’s hands were all over you. I thought I was going to burn. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand a second of it.”

His words sound desperate. You try to stay present by drawings circles on his back with your fingertips. The storm screams outside the room. You hear the wind pick up its shrill song, tinny and distant. Water pelts against the small circular window on the door, a drumming sound that soon grows deafening.

“Ace,” you try to interrupt his rambling, but his hands are tangled in your hair. His lips brush against your temple, before he speaks against your head.

“I felt sick watching you. It felt like I was in pain,” he groans into your hair. His hips press against you again. You bite down on your lip hard enough to inflict pain. You rub circles on his back, and force yourself to focus once more. His words come in belatedly, sound traveling a long distance in the air. You press your small hands against his chest.

“Where does it hurt?” you ask him, brows furrowing together. Leave it to Ace, to be injured in a moment like this. You shake your head, not sure to trust yourself or his words. You should have drank less. You should have stayed away from Ace. You should have left with Marco instead. Ace presses his forehead against yours. His breath tickles your nose. He moves his hand over yours. His fingers clutches your hand, and warmth seeps from him to you. You feel it sink it, seep into the rest of your arm and down to your elbow leaving a tingling sensation.

“Here,” he breathes out in a whisper. He squeezes your hand, presses it closer to his chest. “In here.” He pats your hand once, and again, repeatedly in a rhythm that matches his heart beating under your palm. Ace moves slowly, and gently brushes his nose against yours. His heart beats faster under your hand. Your eyes are tethered to his mouth. You can’t look away from the sight of his lips parting, as if he couldn’t catch his breath. You feel your mouth do the same, feel the air in your lungs run out; breathing is not enough, nothing is enough. His head tilts, and you follow his lead; reflections on still water.

“Idiot,” you finally whisper, a breathy laugh bouncing away from your mouth. He feels it reach his lips, and he swallows it whole in his mouth. “You mean your heart?”

“Yeah,” he admits fighting a smile, his lips brushing against yours. “My heart.”

You should laugh it off. You shouldn’t take him seriously. A drunken confession would be forgotten the moment the sun rose again but there is a screaming in the back of her mind—distant and ancient like Sirens on rocky shores. The storm grows louder outside. You had always thought you were a serene passing wind, something to soothe and lick old wounds better; something to be forgotten once you left, but the heat of Ace’s breath against your mouth, spun around you in circles. It transformed you into something bigger than you thought you could be. You wanted to be bigger. You wanted to be something destructive, something that would tear him from limb to limb, leave him with the wreckage of your path so he could have something to remember you by when he was gone.

You reach out, hands seeking a target. You clasp his face as you smash your mouth against his. He hums into the kiss. It’s clumsy and forceful. You leave him no room to push back, no gap to slip his tongue past your defenses. It isn’t until he is grabbing fistfuls of your ass to pull you closer to him, to rub his bulge against your belly once more that you concede. You gasp, and it’s the only weakness he needs to exploit. His tongue strokes against yours, hunger forcing him to be overzealous. He is sloppy, and imprecise, kisses so wet saliva coats your lips, making them shiny under the yellow sconce’s lights of the room. Ace knows he should slow down, show a little finesse but your ass feels divine in his hands. He had been watching it the whole time during the party, watched you saunter back and forth, hips swaying; teasing him.

He moves against you, and you step backwards, the ship swaying enough to make you forget your route. You land against the wall with a thud, your plush ass making you bounce slightly in Ace’s embrace. He laughs against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. “Nice,” he mumbles before he takes your bottom lip for a long and noisy suck. “It’s like a safeguard.”

You groan, hands traveling down the wideness of his back, and over his shorts. They settle over his ass, and you return the favor, digging your fingers into the muscle. He groans loudly, pushes his hips immediately against yours and grinds against your lower belly. The smell of wine on your mouth threatens to intoxicate him further. He closes his eyes as he pushes against you, feeling precum starting to soak through his underwear. Your tongue feels perfect in his mouth. He sucks on it time and time again, taken in by the sheer softness of it. How it doesn’t feel unfamiliar at all, as if he had kissed you thousands of times before.

He wished he had kissed you that many times already. He wished he could tuck away those memories somewhere no one could take them away from him.

Every time he kisses you, it feels like dying, and it feels like coming back to life. You’ve died hundreds of times already, hundreds of little deaths by his hands and by every stroke of his tongue. You think you smell smoke in his hair when he holds you close, when he whispers sweet things in your ear before biting down your neck, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. His hands are weapons he uses to tear your down. Their heat eviscerates all your defenses. It kills you how they feel so hot, even over your clothes. How when he drags his palms over your belly, you want to feel them lower, towards the center of your legs. Your belly is soft, and pliable, he squeezes and kneads until he memorizes it. His hands move to your sides, where he grips the soft flesh, the rolls that are tender in his hold.

Your cheeks color, and your heart flutters. Embarrassed, you swat his hands, and move them away from your waist.

“Don’t push my hands away,” he says annoyed, going back to grab your sides. “Before I–”

You cut him off with a kiss, pressing your mouth hotly against his. You wrap your arms around his neck. “Shut up,” you say breaking the kiss. You kiss the corner of his mouth, and up his jawline. “If you say it—I’ll leave.” You press your mouth against his pulse, and a soft spot behind his head. “I’ll walk out right now. Don’t even say it.”

He kisses you, and you crumple under the weight of it. It feels like a last desperate attempt at silencing you, at keeping you here with him. His heart is in tatters. He tries to ignore the debris of it, the way it splinters off into pieces. Ace deepens his kisses, crushes you against his chest, and traps you tightly between him and the wall. He knows the truth. He knows the more he kisses you, the more he’ll discover all the things he wondered about you, the more he’ll become familiar with your softness—the more he’ll miss you. A feeling of unworthiness crawls out of a well. He tries to smother it with another kiss, one you moan into. You bring a leg up and he holds on to it, hooks it around a hip and pushes against you, his cock feeling painfully hard. He thrusts his hips, and he tries to forget every touch of your fingers on his back, how your trail them along his muscles, leaving memories in them he could never forget, memories you shouldn’t give him so willingly.

He should be the one to walk out without a further word. If it hurt you, it would mean you’d never look at him again. That was the right thing to do. He should let you go immediately. He should stop craving the heat of your body. He should stop pushing against you, and moaning into the crook of your neck, giving into every desire and fantasy that had filled his body since he met you.

He should. But he couldn’t stop himself from being selfish. Just this once. For once, he wants to seize a semblance of happiness by his own hands without needing a reason for it—without needing a reason to simply exist.

Ace brings you to his bed, pushes you down until you’re seated on the edge of his mattress. He kneels before you. You blink, mouth surprisingly dry considering all the wet sloppy kisses Ace had been giving you. You lick your swollen lips, and think you taste beer in the corner of your mouth; residual of Ace’s conquest. Ace kisses your cheeks—one at a time. He reaches around you to the bow holding your crop top together. He unties it easily, and just as easily pulls it over your head. You don’t know where it lands, and it honestly doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is the way Ace’s eyes land on your breasts, the way he licks his lips as if he’s gearing up for a feast.

He wasn’t expecting you to not a have a bra, but he couldn’t complain either way. Once again, he is amazed at his sheer stupidity. How he had never noticed the size of your breasts, how large they were and how beautifully they hanged from your frame. He swallows thickly, wishing he had done this sooner. He presses his mouth against the middle of your chest, hands tentatively taking in the weight of your breasts. He palms them gently, cupping and lifting as he moves his fingers. His intentions are well meant. Ace would love to take his time with you, but you react so deliciously when he flicks his thumbs over your hardened nipples, mewling against the top of his head that he felt like he had no choice.

If his hand felt like furnaces, his mouth is incomparably vicious. The heat of his tongue is paralyzing. When he sucks on a nipple, his free hand twisting the other one between thumb and index finger, your toes curl. Your panties cling to your folds, covered in your slick since earlier. You whimper, embarrassed and aroused as Ace continues his streamlined assault. His teeth leave marks over the swell of your breasts. You respond to every lick and nibble he gives. Your soft moans leave goosebumps on his skin, reminding him that this is him making you moan, him who has you scraping your nails against his scalp.

He shouldn't—but he smiles—thinking Marco can go kick rocks. He bites down on a nipple, a bit too hard, at the thought. He should mark you more, lest anyone get any ideas.

And like that, his heart aches. Ace sighs against the side of your breast, licks over a bruise in apology. He shakes his head, trying to dislodge thoughts that had no business polluting his mind. He wonders what would happen if he leaves you for too long. Would you move on? His fingers stumble to unbutton your jeans so he tries again. Of course, you would. Who wouldn’t? Marco seems to like you, and what’s not to like about Marco?

Desperate, he finally unhooks the button. You fall back on the mattress with a surprised squeak when he pushes you. Ace tugs your jeans off. You see him standing between your legs, as he unbuckles his belt, and drops his shorts. You hear the thud on the ground, the creak of the mattress as he joins you.

He cages you in, and you immediately reach out. Your fingers splay against his broad chest. His shoulders are wide, and strong, muscles rippling with every movement he makes. The yellow lighting of the sconces compliment the golden tone of his skin. You bite your lip, and rub your legs together, deeply aroused when you brush your fingertips against his muscular abs. Lightning strikes, and bathes him in a flashing white light. You see for a moment, every freckle on his shoulder, and chest. You run your fingers over them, connecting the dots, making up little galaxies on his chest and shoulders and committing them to memory. You’d remember these later, on lonely nights, and hold your hand to the ceiling, pretending that if you trace over the memory of them you could bring Ace back to you like a spell; like a wish.

His kisses scatter your thoughts, little stars clouding your vision. His mouth is on your neck, and on your chest. Heated, and wet. He leaves hot wet trails of saliva wherever he goes, coating you with his smell. He kisses your belly, and nibbles on the soft flesh underneath your belly button. His fingers dancing over your thighs. Ace moves lower as you hum, parts your legs to drop kisses on the inside of your thighs. For a split second, you consider being embarrassed at the state of your arousal but you are past the point of caring. Soaked right through your panties, all you want is for Ace to keep kissing you.

He smells you before he sees it—before he sees the big wet spot in your underwear. Ace chuckles, and you reach out to swat at his head but he is faster than you—as usual. He grabs your wrist and kisses the inside of your palm.

“Don’t be like that, Mermaid,” he says in a good mood, smile wide and crooked. He looks up at you through black lashes, a faint flush over his cheeks. “I know how much you love being wet.”

You think about screaming, and beating him senseless for saying something so embarrassing but when he pulls your panties down in one quick move you are left speechless. Just as quickly, his mouth is on your pussy. He gives long, meticulous licks; ones he uses to slurp up every drop of your arousal. He uses his fingers to part your folds, and traces your slit with the flat of his tongue. Your back arches, and you moan loudly, hands flying to tangle in his black curls. He is noisy, but he does not miss a spot. He slurps up a lip, sucks on it gently. He flicks his tongue around your sensitive nub, making you shiver and tremble.

Just when you think you can’t take the heat of his mouth any longer, Ace pulls your lips apart again, and slips his tongue inside your aching pussy. He thrusts it in and out, upping the pace the more you moan. He slurps up, wet and noisy to suck on your clit. His fingers tease your entrance before he slips two inside you. He scissors his fingers inside, the squelching so loud and lewd, you’re forced to slap a hand to cover your mouth. It is sinful, and you wonder if you should worry when you grow hornier the louder the wet sounds get. He curves his fingers, seeking out that spot that makes your toes curl. His moans against your clit as he sucks vibrates against you, and you cry out as you cum. Your pussy flutters around his fingers as you reach your peak, little tremors running their course throughout your body.

The way you look so disheveled makes him want to stay down there longer. He’d love nothing more than to feast on your pussy all night long, but his throbbing cock is becoming increasingly harder to ignore. He moves to climb over you, but the ship tilts when a particularly large wave comes. Ace sways, but you reach out to grab him by the arm before he rolls off the bed. You pull him towards you, and laugh at Ace’s shocked expression. He laughs with you for a moment, before it dies out. Your eyes captivate him—their sparkle too bright to be dimmed by the yellow lighting of the room, or even by the darkness of the storm outside the room. Ace kisses your cheek, and licks your ear. He laughs into your hair when you yelp, and hit his shoulder with a tiny fist, your own laughter overtaking his.

“Your laughs always carries so easily,” he says quietly, a hand brushing hair away from your face. You wrinkle your nose up at him. “You know that? I always hear you wherever I go.”

There’s a breath that refuses to come back to you. It stays there behind Ace’s smile. You swallow, following the path of his trail of dark hair that starts at his belly button. You grip the tip of his cock gently, and watch his brows knit together, teeth clenching to keep from moaning. You brush a thumb against his slit. His lips part, eyes fluttering close, and as you squeeze your hand down his shaft, he lets go; a moan flying past the front of his teeth. He is thick in your hands. You move them gently at first, taking in the sight of him above you. His dark hair spilled around him like a curtain.

His eyes that he fights so hard to keep open but flutter close every time you squeeze his pink tip just right. He cusses under his breath, upset he can’t watch you jerk him off, how he can’t keep the sight of your white teeth sinking into your berry colored bottom lip in his vision.

You are mesmerized by the sight of him. You try your best to commit to memory the planes of his face, the sharpness of his jawline. You rub your legs together as you stroke, enjoying the way your slick slides down your thighs. You love how vulnerable he looks, how soft his expressions is as he gives in to you, his dark lashes that flutter open and close, the freckles on the bridge of his nose; everything leaves their residue behind like sticky fingers on glass.

You feel his hand swat yours away from his cock. “Stop,” he whines in a hiss, eyes opening partially. He frowns down at you, cheeks bright red, mouth hanging open. “I don’t want to cum like that. I want to cum inside you. With you.” There’s no time to think, you feel him shift your legs, and feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushes inside you, slowly, inch by inch. Your mouth drops open, a sound that refuses to leave your body. When he bottoms out, you moan gently, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Your thighs are thick and plush as they tighten around his strong hips. Ace feels as he would be swallowed whole—like a small vessel in a raging sea. If you wanted to drown him, he’d let you, if that’s what you really wanted. He grunts with every slow thrust of his hips, wanting to feel you first, let you adjust around him. He’s only begun, but he feels you fluttering around his cock, senses the tightening of your grasp around his shoulders.

He picks up the pace, as the storm rages. You’re panting against his hear, so loud that even the thunder can’t drown you out when you moan. Lightning splits the sky, over and over, bathing your sweaty body underneath him in bright white. He tries to remember the pieces of you, the soft breasts pressed against his chest, the sight of his cock disappearing into your soaking pussy. He tries to remember the sound of the rain, how it compliments your voice when you sigh into his neck. He pushes against you faster, deeper, your moans grow closer and louder. The scent of rain and wet wood floods the room along with the scent of your arousal. Ace can almost taste it on his tongue all over again, as he breathes through his mouth, panting loudly—moaning when you clench around his cock again.

His cologne makes you delirious—mahogany, and sweet blossoms, or it’s the thickness of his cock or both. You bite his neck, scream into the crook of his neck when he picks you up slightly by the hips, when he angles his thrusts and slaps his hips against yours viciously enough to bruise. His cock pushes against your gummy walls, stretching you out until it’s almost painful. He is so hot and warm inside you, you feel like you’re melting, as if your body is built by nothing but pleasure and pleasure alone. You bite his shoulders, leaving marks behind. Your attack is as relentless as his thrusts. You continue to sink your teeth into his shoulders, and his neck, you nibble at his jawline.

He loves it. He loves the pain you leave behind. Ace digs his fingers into your hair, and he tilts his neck to give you more access—anything to keep you going. He groans with every thrust into your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your thick and plush ass so noisily he worries for a second someone might hear.

“Go ahead,” he whispers to you when you nibble on his neck once more, groaning right after. “Make it hurt.” It is a fitting punishment, he thinks. Pain always left the deepest scars. If it was you, he’d take the scars with him.

The wind picks up more, the shrill tinny scream rises, banging against the round window on his door. It pounds at the glass, demanding tribute. Ace cries out when your pussy clenches around his cock, his body tensing before it relaxes at his climax. He releases, spilling into you, hot cum that oozes slightly out of your cunt. You stay tangled with him in his bed sheets, lightning coloring your bodies in bright white every now and then. Heat envelops the room, a humidity so thick it feels suffocating; muggy. Your bodies covered in sweat, are slippery, almost uncomfortable but you don’t care.

You don’t care about the incessant heat beaming off his body, you don’t care how his hair sticks to your skin when he nuzzles in your neck, you don’t care bout the storm outside the door, the angry sea. You bring your hand to Ace’s chest, feel his heart thumping against your palm. What you care about is there, under skin and bone, just out of reach.

You shut your eyes when he kisses your lips, when he holds your face in his hands.

Your mother’s words cut through the screams of the hurricane outside. Don’t head straight into storms. They forgive no one.

But who was the storm? Was it him? Was it you? Who’s to forgive if there’s no one left in the wake of the storm?

[icarus-d-ashe]

My dearest girl (nsfw 18 +)

Marco x fem reader @vikingstoner69

Summary : marco loves the reader but thinks it's one sided . Ace flirts with her and he realizes he needs to act on his feelings ......

Warnings : creampie , a bit of breeding kink , missonary , a bit of dirty talk , dub con , slightly chubby reader , a bit of comedy , sweet and rough .

Marco thought about his love , his dearest y/n . He recollects when oyaji took them in together . He can't stop thinking about her .

Her beautiful ( hair color and size ), her thick thighs and chubby body . Damn she was pretty marco thought .

He went onto the deck to take a break . After all they had another victory . He looks down and sees ace flirty with his love y/n . He's mad .

He sits in his room at night as the party was still going on . He needs to do something marco thought . How dare that fire boy flirt with her . Attraction is normal tho , after all y/n was such a pretty girl yoi.

Ge does back on the deck and still sees ace flirting with her . His parental issues are really showing . Hitting on a woman as old as him .

Marco : y/n i wanna talk about something

Y/n : sure marco

After they go to his room marco pins y/n to the wall

Y/n : marco~

Marco : just keep on saying my name pretty girl . I really like that

Y/n : blushes marco

Marco : i wanna claim you as mine is that fine

Y/n : alright

They start kissing messily . Drool driping from their mouth and really passionate. Marco starts taking off y/n's shirt and unhooks her bra and gives it a squeeze

Y/n : ahh~

Marco feels pleased . He goes on and takes her skirt off . Such a pretty body and breasts. he wants to see more . He slips off y/n's panties and gets a view of her perfect and soft cunt dripping .

Marco : someone's eager

Y/n : blushes

Marco picks y/n up and places her on the bed and gets ontop of her and they continue kissing .

Y/n: marco~

Marco : yes dear

Y/n : you have condoms right

Marco smirks and shakes head . Y/n's core clences at the thought of marco fucking her raw .

Marco : you're already dripping yoi .ya need prep

Y/n shakes her head . Good marco says .he takes his shirt off and unbuckels his pant and shoves his cock into y/n without warning . Y/n yelps from the sudden feeling of marco filling her up .

Marco : dirty girl already dripping cause of me . I'll fuck you with my children all night

Y/n's core clenches again . After all she loves marco and had always wanted a family with marco so she's not stopping him .

Marco : I'll fuck you full with my cum and make you bear my children.

Marco keeps thrusting with a rhythm which causes your legs to go weak and you feel your orgasm aproaching slowly. As you keep on moaning from pleasure ...

Marco : baby ! I love the sounds you make for me .

Y/n blushes and tries covering her face at the nickname.marco pins her hands above her head and keeps thrusting in rough .

Marco: so wet for me sweetheart

Y/n blushes at the nickname . Marco cups her cheek and kisses her as the both come panting

Marco : i love you y/n . Don't make me jealous by flirting with others like that . I hurts my heart .

Y/n : marco I'm sorry i love you too .

Bonus

Marco and y/n sleep in each others embrace cuddling and kissing each other . Marco wakes up in the morning and sees ace looking at them .

Ace : blushes you did that stuff

Marco : yeah and

Ace : I'm jealous

Marco : your parental issues are showing ace and go get your own lover and stop stealing mine .

Ace :okey but you shouldn't have such a beautiful girlfriend you're a pineapple

Y/n : yeah marco you shouldn't you're a pineapple

Ace and marco : when did you wake up

[p0lyn3sian]

Dawyne, Paul and Marco with a reader who a chubby puppet?

Okay for this one instead of a dressed up puppet, I did like a transform puppet! You can turn into a puppet and then a real human!

Sorry if I made this kinda short, I didn't really know how to do this drabble 😔.

Dwayne, Paul and Marko x chubby reader that is a puppet!

Dwayne:

Dwayne thought your work is so cool! Like transferring souls to places where they belong, like for people that have died and want to stay with their family, they can! As for the other people that want to go somewhere else, then they can go somewhere else if they want to!

When you transform into a human, Dwayne couldn't keep his eyes off of you! He loves how soft you are everywhere, and how gorgeous you are too! He loves snuggling and cuddling with you in the cave, and it's his favorite thing during his free time!

Paul:

This blondie loves what you do, and he mostly follows you around while you are doing your work! Everywhere you go, he's always there right behind you, following like a lost puppy.. Of course you tried to shoo him away while you were doing your work, but you couldn't help but just sigh and let him follow you.

Now when you transform into a human, he just couldn't let you go, because how soft your body is, and how he almost wanted to ravish how soft you are. But you give the best cuddles, since you are soft and how your body is always so warm! He'll literally take you away from your work just to make you cuddle with him!

Marko:

Marko loves to stare at what you do for your work. Like seriously, it gives you goosebumps whenever you feel that he is close by. You actually like being with him, he loves showing you off what he does! While you do your work, he loves watching what you do and he's amazed at how you do it too!

Once you transform into a human, he couldn't stop taking his eyes off of you! When he finds out you are warm, instead of a deadly cold like him, he couldn't even keep his hands to himself! His hands are everywhere and he'll be close by you while cuddling, not letting you go!

[luffyvace]

Ooo if you’re still taking requests pls do black reader with either sanji or ace next (or both!!)🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

YESSS I AMMM AND WILL DO LOVE!! i’m gonna doooo…BOTH<3

(u didn’t specify gender so i’m still going gn♡)

SANJI X BLACK READER IS SUCH A POWER COUPLE

ok first of if your a bit more thicc/chubby he adores you<3

he wont ever judge his beloved<3

let’s clear that up now okay? He loves you.

he also loves your hairrrrrrrr 😍

loves the texture and praises/compliments it in great detail

he will insist on washing it for you or at least helping you, especially if you have a lot of hair

he LOVESSSSS big Afro’s 😍😍

it just looks so majestic to him

will learn how to braid on and off scalp for you so you don’t have to blister/hurt your own fingers

even if it means he has to deal with the burning himself

will do any style no matter how long it takes

He just loves to be able to condition and style your hair and be like ‘yeah I did that for my s/o! 🦸‘

YES SUPERMAN LOL

another thing he loves is LOCSSSSS 💗💗

He finds it so mesmerizing and ethereal like💥💥💥💥

it just DOES something to him

yea man is a simp through and through

doesn’t mind at all when he notices your skin/hair is naturally oily and he tries to ask you in the softest way possible as to why its that way

in case your sensitive about it or if it’s just a you thing

but nope! It’s simply to help keep your skin/hair hydrated

ohhhh!

speaking of which everything about your culture is so fascinating to him

he asks all about it and I mean ESPECIALLY on the your traditional dishes

wants you to teach/cook him every recipe so he can make it for you should you ever miss food from home

btw let’s say you can cook for the headcanons, even if you can’t

will let you prepare you own dishes if you want

they smell so good too!! 🤤🤤

YUMMY

luffy WILL bother you to cook for him as well

if it gets on your nerves sanji will be there to shoo him away

sanji finds all your features attractive, from your nose, to your hair, down to your skin and lips

especially those juicy lips 😊😊

oh how he wants to kiss them for eternity<3

he also hypes you uppppp about ur fits!!

he thinks they’re fire and will spend all his money buying you more!!

def shows you off and compliments you like crazyyy

as far as AAVE.. he doesn’t get it for a while..

kinda just hahah..😅 (??)

he does get tho! After some time :)

feels so accomplished once he masters it but doesn’t really use it out of respect

just knows it to know what your talking about and be able to laugh at your jokes and stories 😋

might have to translate a few things to the rest of the crew..

LOL

not everything tho it’s not like your speaking a whole new language

but it is a good way to sneak comments about people to each other 😗

bonus! sanji 100% brags to zoro about you being his s/o

ace is very curious about..everything!

asks you lots of questions without holding back

he just wants to know all about you and your hair, culture, food, everything!

LOVES the fact that you for sure know how to throw a party

and dance too!

again let’s say you can for the headcanons

and don’t get me started on your cooking…

he smackin that food DOWN

yummy yummy 😋

make as much as you can and more because we all know this man has a huge appetite

plays with your hair a lot

he doesn’t like when his finger nails get caught tho 🤦‍♀️

YOU don’t like it even more! Your hair gets yanked from him trying to get it out! HE shouldn’t be the one complaining..😒

doesn’t normally pay much attention to clothes but does admit you can dress and GOOD

will compliment you too if your wearing something more extravagant than normal

but just know he thinks your fits are fire 🔥

LOL

he just doesn’t verbalize it all the time

maybe to Marco more than you 🤷‍♀️

he thinks all the stories you tell him from when you were little are HILARIOUS

like the time yo mama said she gon smack you into the next dimension if you do smth like that again

“HAHAHAHA”

“BRUHH ITS NOT FUNNYYYY”

tells whitebeard the stories you’ve told him

WHITEBEARD FINDS IT FUNNY TOO

random

Ace’s favorite meal you cook is your barbecue

😍😍

🤤

he hear that grill it’s time to EAT.

as for if reader is chubby

he doesn’t mind in the slightest and loves you in every way

doesn’t affect him much unless it affects your mental health

then he’ll do anything to make you happy

doesn’t know much about psychology and he needs to heal himself in which he likely takes you to Marco

but don’t worry this is different, it’s not some doctor that doesn’t care about you and only wants your money!

it’s Marco! The ship’s doctor! Ace’s friend! your friend!

so you know he genuinely wants to help :)

Ace probably will never end up getting AAVE..

he’s not dumb it’s just…

’wait what?? He’s confused..’

LOL

he knows it’s how you talk tho

which is just about all he knows

you could probably teach marco or izo and use it against ace by talking abt him 😂

not in a mean way, in a playful insult way

he feels really lucky to have you

he’s more likely to wash your hair if you ask him btw

don’t get me wrong he loves it

but would prefer to admire from a far

especially while in a Afro

when you have your hair in your ponytail he likes to press it down a bit, let it go and go “boing boing-“

“boy!-“ *smacks hand away*

yeaaa..you stop him

I’m really glad you requested these because I’ve been meaning to write more for ace and I wanted to write for sanji as well!

I actually have another ace draft coming………..sooner or later…BESIDES THE POINT! You can look out for it if you want some more ace content<3 hope you enjoyed your request anon!♥︎

[eustasskidagenda]

☆guidelines for requests 

So, first thing first, before sending a request, please check if my requests are open or not. The current status will always be on my header description. 

☆generals:

When requesting,please, show some kindness, I'm not a bot, a "hello" and "thank you" are always nice.

My current job is, actually, being a writer as a living. So I might not be able to immediately complete your requests, I'm doing this on my free time and sometimes I’m not in the mood to "work" (write) again.

I do not guarantee to write the requests you're sending to me, it will depends on my inspiration.

English is not my first language. Forgive me for the weird sentences you may cross on my writings here. 

I'll gladly accept both sfw and n/sfw requests. But, N/SFW requests must be off anon and are not allowed for the minor/ageless blog. However, I understand if you want to keep your privacy. If you want your nsfw request to be anon, please, just precise you want to stay anon on your request and I won't show your name when I post. ♡ ⇢ I absolutely love writing : hurt and comfort, fluff and funny, smut&kinks. Minors, please DNI with my +18 content or I’ll have to block you.

Fandom : I only do One Piece prompts for now. Consider I'm always caught up in the manga and in the anime. So don't be afraid to spoil me when you request. If the request contains a huge spoiler, then, I'll use this specific tag : #op spoilers. Block it, if you don't want to see that content.  Reader : gender neutral, AFAB reader, AMAB reader, female reader, male reader, transgender reader, non-binary reader. MM, FF and MF pairings are all fine for me. However, I won’t write for male reader with female character. And I only write character x character for the ship I personally enjoy. ⇢ By default, I'll use a gender neutral reader for requests. If you want a specific reader, please, precise the gender! ⇢ Regarding the apparence, I want to keep the reader as neutral as possible. But I can do some exceptions, if it's still vague enough to include a large groupe of people. For exemple : chubby reader, black reader etc. I do not accept requests based on an OC, except for a giveaway or as a winner prize. Age : only 18+ characters Type of post :  one shot (over 1,000 words), drabbles (under 500 words), headcanons (multiples characters, bucket list) ⇢ One Shot : 1 character per request. Please, give me some details and ideas of things you want to read in the OS. And if you request for a smut os, I need to know what kind of smut you're looking for, kinks included ⇢ Drabbles : 3 characters per request, or less. again, please, give me some details or precisions, I need to understand clearly what you're looking for. ⇢ Headcanons : 5 characters per request, or less. ⇢ Group headcanons : how the characters would react in a situation. a small paragraph per type of reaction, with the list of all the suitable characters

☆characters I'll write for:

⇢ my fav characters are in bold

⇢ i do not write smut or romantic prompt with Minks or non-human like character.

Bartolomeo, Buggy, Cavendish, Corazon, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Hawkins, Izou, Kaku, Katakuri, Killer, King, Kiku, Kuzan, Luffy (only sfw prompts with Luffy), Marco, Mihawk, Nami, Paulie, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Robin, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Shanks, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Usopp, X Drake, Yamato (he/him) 

Characters I won't write for: Blackbeard and Blackbeard crew, Brook, Roger, Kin'emon, Kanjuro, Franky, Benn, Akainu, Kizaru, Apoo (it doesn’t necessarily means that I dislike those characters, just that I’m not comfortable writing for them. No offense if your favorite one is listed here)

⇢ if the character you would like is not on one of those lists, just send your request and I'll let you know.

☆I don't accept requests with:

dub con ; rape, even as a consensual play ; stepcest/incest kink ; cheating ; abuse ; pregnancy ; somnophilia, even consensual ; daddy/mommy/and any kind of family kink ; water sport, scat; hateful and religious topic ; self-harm, suicidal intentions.  ⇢ Please, take care of you and your mental health if you struggle with that kind of thoughts, everything will be alright, but I know it can be hard sometimes. You're enough and you're loved. ♡ ⇢ Dysphoria (I don't know enough about this to provide an accurate text, nothing personal and you have all my support if you're facing dysphoria)

☆some kinks idea i can write for:

⇢ if you're unsure about a kink, feel free to ask ⇢ some of my fav are in bold 69, anal sex, aphrodisiac, begging, biting, blindfolds, body worship, bondage, breeding kink, choking, clothed sex, cockwarming, creampie, creative use of Devil Fruit, cum play, dacryphilia (nothing with dubious consent), deep throat, degradation, dirty talk, discipline, dom/sub dynamic, double penetration, dry humping, face sitting, face fucking, fingering, femdom, food play, gagging, gloves, group sex, hair pulling, handjob, hickeys, lingerie, loss of virginity, massage, mirror sex, nipple play, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, panty stuffing (mouth), pegging, praises, public sex, rimming, roleplay, rough sex, sensory depravation, size kink, soft sex, spanking, squirting, striptease, teasing, temperature play, thigh fucking, thigh riding, toys, vaginal sex, wax play

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Requesting Rules

Just things I'm comfortable or uncomfortable writing:

Uncomfortable with (topics):

Incest / incest play (I include ASL brothers together)

Non-con / rape / coercing / manipulating reader into sex/ dub-con (CNC depends on the request. Consent is huge for me)

Scat / piss play

Pregnancy sexual situations (I'll do fluffy headcanons of x reader when pregnant, and breeding kinks)

ignoring safewords

dystopian au (nothing against it personally, just not my thing)

yandere

Manipulative character pairings (like purposely manipulative psychos in a relationship)

BIG age gaps (e.g. Garp x reader in 20's)

Father figures x characters

Comfortable with:

Smut (except for the stuff listed above) including multiple person scenarios, M/M!reader, F/F!reader, BDSM

Fluff

Miscommunication / jealousy

Tropes (you can pry the one bed trope and the "creepy guy won't leave _ alone so _ helps" trope from my cold, dead hands)

other au's (yesss gimme a challenge, let my imagination go wild)

Angst (either between characters or if reader/character is suffering mentally)

Angst and fluff

Fluff and smut (my FAVE)

Humor (I'll try, okay? I think I'm HILARIOUS but some other people don't)

Holiday centric pieces (I am pagan, but am familiar with Christian holidays and comfortable writing about it. I would love to write about introducing characters to pagan holidays :). Also like Valentines day, St. Patricks, etc.)

Dialogue prompts

Action/fight scenes

Uncomfortable with (Characters/pairings):

Crocodile

Doflamingo and his family (EXCEPT Corazon<3)

Ceasar

Gecko Moria

Blackbeard

Marine admirals/Garp (all but specified marines below)

Most of the supernova (EXCEPT. Kid, Luffy, Law)

Kaido

Yamato (just haven’t met him yet)

Vinsmoke Judge

Gol D Roger (haven’t met him much yet)

OC's

Comfortable with (Characters)

For anything (Including smut)

Strawhats:

Monster Trio (foursome, threesome, or single pairings x reader)

Nami

Robin

Usopp

Marines:

Koby

Smoker

Others:

Kid

Law

Corazon

Killer

Mihawk

Ace

Marco

Sabo

Katakuri

Reiju Vinsmoke

Ichiji, niji, yonji vinsmoke (pure smut only)

Rayleigh

Fluff only (includes romantic fluff unless stared otherwise)

Straw hats:

Franky

Jinbe

Chopper (NO ROMANCE SCENARIOS)

Brook

Marines:

Garp (same ish age romance scenarios only)

Others:

Any of the mink tribe (including Bepo)

Boa Hancock

Any characters that are not in this list you can ask about, even when my requests are closed :)

Note: I always try to write my pieces to where the reader is described as vaguely as possible to reach the widest audience. Chubby? Amazing, and easy to imagine (stronk anime men). Black? Yes please, and no description of skin color (why I always use ‘heat’ or 'flush’ instead of 'turning red’). Small titties on a fem reader? Love it, and the size isn’t described. The only thing that might not be applicable is that I have characters touching your hair, which doesn’t apply to my badass bald bitches or to anyone who covers their hair as part of their religion. HOWEVER if people want, I can change/remove those parts for any fics they request or add any traits.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Endure IX: Jean

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: A look into Jean Kirstein’s thoughts and feelings, as well as what he was up to while you and Eren were on the roof.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.5k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

A/N: the first of the endure ova chapters!!

Jean Kirstein was, perhaps, the loneliest boy in the entire world.

Oh, sure, he played it off like he was popular. He had befriended Marco, Connie, and Sasha. The eccentric trio accompanied him as he paraded around the training camp like he owned it. To an outsider, it seemed as though he had it all. Most of the cadets admired him, he was skilled and a sure candidate for the top ten, he had a loving mother (though she was a little insufferable at times), and he was pretty good-looking, despite his apparent resemblance to a horse.

Despite all of this, he was still lonely. He wanted more than admiration and camaraderie. To be clear, he wanted what Eren had. Eren, who had a best friend in Armin and a loyal protector in Mikasa and a...he didn’t even know what Y/N was to the brown-haired boy. All he saw was that she looked at Eren as if he was her own personal hero, and that made him burn with rage and jealousy. Why didn’t she look at him like that?

It wasn’t even like he liked her all that much. She was annoying, altogether far too nosey and judgemental for him to ever want to be with her. He just liked the idea of her, of someone that trusted another person so much that they were willing to put their life in their hands — for he had no doubt that the girl would do such a thing. She’d probably jump off of a roof if she thought Eren was there to catch her.

No, he did not like Y/N L/N. But he did like her best friend.

Tullia Ral. Where could he even start with Tullia Ral? She was everything he wasn’t. She was outgoing, but not in such a way that it got on one’s nerves. She was kind, funny, and strong. She was so beautiful it scared him. He had been inside of one of the old Churches of the Walls once, and he remembered being taken with a large stained-glass portrait of the manifestation of Wall Sina. Now, he was almost certain that the portrait had been made in Tullia’s likeness, for it was the only time he had ever seen anything coming close to how resplendent she was. His silly little charcoal drawings never even came close.

She was his dream girl, literally. As a child he had been bullied, mercilessly. Only his mother cared for him, cared to wipe the tears that streamed down his chubby cheeks. He had been not just alone but ostracized. He had been made fun of and hurt, over and over until he developed his tough exterior to chase them off. He hadn’t always been like this. He was once kind and gentle and caring, but the world was cruel to those that were soft, forcing them to become hard (unless they were named Y/N L/N, because she had Eren and Mikasa to do such things for her. Yet another reason he couldn’t stand the girl).

Yet even becoming rude and cocky wasn’t enough, because then he was the one that chased others away, so he was just as alone as he had been at the start. His only companion came when he closed his eyes. As he slept, he dreamt of a pretty girl with long blonde hair in two braids and eyes exactly the color of summer pears. The two of them had been adults in his dream, and he had been cradling a baby and rocking it to sleep while the girl watched him fondly. There was an overwhelming air of love in those dreams, and he tried to sleep as much as he could, if only to see her again.

So when he arrived in the Cadet Corps, he was shocked and excited to see her standing in front of him. She was younger, of course, but so was he, so it wasn’t that big of a deal, not at all. He didn’t know how to approach her. How does one approach someone they were born to be in love with? He wasn’t sure, so he just didn’t.

And he cursed himself. Oh, how he cursed himself for missing the opportunity when he saw her laughing as she talked with Eren and Armin and Y/N and Mikasa. Had he lost before he had begun? He watched as Eren helped her back to her dorm, and he was overcome with a wave of sheer hatred for the boy, surprising even himself with the intensity of the emotion. Eren already had Y/N. Why couldn’t he be content with that? Why did he have to go for the one girl Jean had ever cared about?

Jean pushed aside the emotion, because despite his woman-stealing ways, Eren was still one of his comrades, and therefore, he had to get along with him at least somewhat. That didn’t stop him from slipping back into his old ways and being bitingly mean when the earnest boy came up to ask him for help with the ODM — and with that stupid Y/N girl, to boot. Why did he get someone looking out for him? Why didn’t anybody ever look out for Jean?

He could console himself by saying that it was because he didn’t need looking out for. He was strong and talented and wonderful, so wonderful, his mother’s little angel boy. Jean Kirstein, a gift from the heavens. He would be only half-right. He could say that it was because nobody cared about him enough to look out for him. He would be wrong. The truth was that he didn’t allow anybody to look out for him.

What he had not yet realized was that there were so many people that tried to care for him. His mother, who he snapped at. Marco, who he made fun of. Tullia, who he pushed away in fear. True, Eren was lucky in the sense that he and Y/N had become friends wholly by accident, but he had also done his best to maintain the friendship, and it was because of their mutual effort that whatever odd relationship they had was so strong. On the other hand, Jean feared letting someone in, so whenever someone got too close, he completely and violently lashed out at them before they could see things nobody was meant to see.

Because, indeed, what if Tullia saw that he was actually, at his core, a tender and mild person? Or what if Marco realized that he was no brave leader but just a scared little boy? What if his mother realized he had never grown out of the need to be hugged tightly and comforted by her, only become embarrassed by her love? He couldn’t bear the thought, and so his isolation was, in a way, self-imposed, though that did not stop him from resenting it all the same.

It was these thoughts that kept him company as he traipsed down the streets of Trost, the very streets he had grown up in. Over there was where Michael had shoved him to the ground and taken his sandwich. And across the street, Hugh had punched him in the stomach for no reason at all, other than to laugh when he started crying.

Yeah, he certainly had fond memories of this place. He wondered what Michael and Hugh were up to right now. Probably sitting at home with their families. After all, that was what he would be doing if he hadn’t chosen to join the cadet corps in hopes of making it into the military police.

He idly kicked a rock, watching it bounce down the street before vanishing into the distance. Then he let out a heavy sigh. What was he even doing here? Everyone else was hanging out with their friends or doing something they enjoyed. Y/N and Eren were in town too, of course, and he was pretty sure Mikasa and Tullia had decided to go as well. Armin was back at the barracks reading, while Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie had been having some whispered conversation with each other about something or another. Marco had asked to accompany him, but when Jean had cruelly shot him down, he had gone to hang out with Connie and Sasha, who were planning some prank or another. He hadn’t seen what the others were up to; he hadn’t much cared, either.

“This looks really good, Mikasa, don’t you think?” he heard a voice say. He immediately ducked behind a wall and peeked out to see Tullia pointing at a small bag of candy that a merchant had on display.

“It does, but ten gold? We could live our whole lives and never have that kind of money,” Mikasa said, shaking her head. Tullia deflated, clearly disappointed at this turn of events, even though she must know that the taller girl was right. Ten gold was an exorbitant amount of money. It made sense, though. Sugar had become one of the rarest of luxuries after the fall of Wall Maria. To have any at all was considered divine, even more so than meat.

“Yeah, it was just nice to look at. Come on, let’s go. If we keep staring at it I’ll go berserk,” Tullia said.

“I feel you. Hey, do you think Sasha would like…” Mikasa’s voice trailed off as the two girls rounded the corner and disappeared. After a moment, Jean crept out and slowly walked over to where the bag of candy was on display. He stared at it forlornly, wishing he could afford it. For some reason, he wanted to give it to Tullia, to see her beam at him and know that he had been the cause of her joy.

But he was not rich. He was no member of the nobility, nor did he have some sort of trust fund. He had had a good life, and he was by no means a penniless orphan, but it remained that ever since the death of his father, the Kirsteins had been poor. He could not even remember the man, but he hated him for dying. Why did he get to escape and leave Jean and his mother behind in this awful place?

He continued to look at the bag of candy, and suddenly he wanted to break it, break something, break anything. It was unfair. It was so, so unfair. Why did everyone else always have what he wanted? Eren got Tullia’s attention. Y/N got Mikasa and Eren’s protection. The nobles got the money he needed to make a girl happy. He got nothing. Hooray for Jean.

“Ay, sonnie, you gonna buy that or what?” the merchant said, glaring at Jean, perhaps making sure he didn’t try to steal anything, not that he would have. He was a good boy, raised with respect for the law. Besides, he couldn’t become an MP with a criminal record. Probably. Or maybe he could? He didn’t know, but he couldn’t risk it.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could. Can’t afford it, though,” Jean said. The merchant narrowed his eyes at him, and Jean gulped, standing stiffly, not wanting to get into trouble.

“Is that so?” the merchant said.

“Yes, sir, it is. Sir,” Jean said nervously. The merchant's intense glare was terrifying, and he was beginning to sweat from fear.

“What’s your name again, boy?”

“Jean Kirstein.”

“Well, Jean Kirstein, I have a way you can earn that bag of candy. What do you say?”

Jean thought about this. On the one hand, he had no clue what the merchant would make him do. On the other hand, he would really like the candy.

The decision was made for him when he imagined the delight on Tullia’s face if he did this. It was a no-brainer, really. With a heavy sigh, he nodded.

“I’ll do it, sir.”

And that was how Jean Kirstein, cocky, snarky, arrogant, rude Jean Kirstein, found himself in a small, cramped bathroom, shoddily applying white powder to his face and red lipstick to his lips.

This was ridiculous. This was humiliating. This was completely and terribly awful, and he was seriously, seriously regretting his choices. Why had he agreed to this again? Oh, right. Tullia. At this point, he almost considered backing out entirely. After all, no amount of love from any girl would be worth this.

That was a lie. Even the tiniest amount of love from Tullia would be worth anything. It was only because of the promise of that love that he doggedly continued to put on the makeup he had been given by the merchant, sneezing as the brush tickled against his nose.

When the merchant had offered to let him earn the candy, he had been expecting to have to work at his store or clean his house or something. What he hadn’t been expecting was being forced to dress up as a clown for the merchant’s three year old son’s birthday party, yet here he was, doing his makeup and pulling on a clown costume.

The crowning moment was when he had to put on the bright red clown nose. He almost dissolved into tears, but he shook his head. He had a job to do, and if there was anything that his mother had drilled into him, it was that he should always do his best at whatever he did.

He was going to be the best damn clown this merchant had ever seen, and then he was going to return home triumphantly with a bag of candy and Tullia was going to love him and things would be okay.

Maybe he’d even try to befriend Eren. Once he had the girl of his dreams, there was no reason he couldn’t try and get along with the fiery boy, though he knew their strong personalities might clash a little. Still, he could envision himself getting along with him quite well. It was worth a shot, at least, now that he was feeling decidedly more magnanimous.

“There you are! William, call your brothers down, please!” the merchant said, wrapping his arm around Jean, who grinned brightly and waved at little three year old William, who gasped in delight and flew at Jean, hugging his legs tightly. Jean’s eyes widened at the affection, and his heart swelled. Maybe the clown makeup was worth it if he managed to make this little kid’s special day a little better.

“Okay, daddy! I’ll go get Hugh and Michael!” William said, letting go of Jean and skipping upstairs, leaving Jean with the merchant, a bunch of three year olds, and the pit of horror in his stomach.

Hugh? Like his childhood bully Hugh? Suddenly, this was not looking like such a good idea anymore. Well, Jean doubted Hugh would recognize him, at least. After all, he was no longer the chubby little crybaby he had once been. He was more angular now, muscular and brave and a soldier-to-be. Yes, as long as Hugh didn’t hear his name, he wouldn’t even know that Jean was the one in the clown makeup.

“Hugh! You remember Jean Kirstein, right? Well, he’s so generously volunteered to be the clown for your brother’s party. Try and be nice to him, okay?” the merchant said. Jean cursed Walls Sina, Rose, and Maria for that. Hugh’s eyes glimmered with malice as he turned to Jean, who crossed his arms and tried to look intimidating, though it was difficult when he was wearing a clown costume.

“Jean Kirstein, eh? What’s with all of the makeup? You don’t need any of it to look like a clown. Anyways, why are you even here? Didn’t you join the cadet corps or something? Don’t tell me you got kicked out!” Hugh said with a mock gasp, his hand on his heart as if he couldn’t believe such a thing. The merchant had left to get William’s cake out, which meant Jean was stuck with Hugh for the time being.

“No, Hugh, I did not. Today was our day off,” he said through gritted teeth.

“And you chose to spend it as a clown...why?” Hugh said.

Not to spend time explaining to your bitch ass that I’m in love with a girl that barely ever even acknowledges me, that’s for sure.

“I don’t see how it matters to you,” Jean said instead, though his mind was racing with far more sarcastic things to say.

“Jeanboy! We were such close friends back in the day, weren’t we? Come on, you can tell me. For old times’ sake,” Hugh said, elbowing him in the side just a little too hard. Jean fought back the urge to wince, knowing that that would just give Hugh exactly what he wanted.

“I needed something from your father but I couldn’t afford it, so he offered to let me work it off by being a clown at your brother’s birthday party. That’s all,” Jean said.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Hugh said, patting him on the shoulder.

Sina, yes, it fucking was.

“Nope!” Jean said with faux-cheer in his voice.

“What did you need from my dad, anyways?” Hugh said.

“The bag of candy he had on display,” Jean said with a shrug, not seeing a point in lying about it. Hugh’s eyes flashed, though Jean could not tell what emotion had crossed over the hazel irises of the boy.

“Well, good luck. Have fun being a clown! I guess it’s a good career option for you if you can’t make it in the military,” Hugh said, ruffling his hair and knocking his wig askew. Jean growled lowly as the shorter boy walked away, fixing the curly wig and then heading towards where he was supposed to be making balloon animals for the children.

“Make me a dog!” William said as soon as Jean sat down. Jean had absolutely no clue how to make any balloon animals, so with a long-suffering sigh, he began to inflate a balloon, blowing until he was red in the face and it was ready. Then he twisted it into some pretzel-like thing and handed it back to William.

“Bark, bark,” he said unenthusiastically. This seemed to delight the three year old, who accepted the balloon with glee and then dashed off to show his friends.

He returned, five minutes later, with all of them in tow. The toddlers began to beg him for a balloon dog of their own, and though his lungs protested heavily, he obliged, making each and every one of them their own balloon animals, huffing but smiling at their brilliant grins.

Jean had always liked children. He felt a need to make them happy, to protect and care for them the way he had never been protected or cared for. His accursed soft heart bled when he saw a child be sad, and though he hated it, his paternal instincts were through the roof. For their part, children usually loved him, sensing that despite his rough exterior, he was a kind boy.

“Hey, Jean! Mind making me a balloon of yourself?” Hugh said, appearing out of nowhere, Michael in tow. Both boys snickered as Jean furrowed his brow in confusion.

“I’m not sure I can do that,” he said slowly, wondering what they even meant.

“Why not? Just make a horse!” Michael said. Both boys began howling in laughter, and Jean’s heart sank. Of course. Always with the horseface jokes. He hung his head and began to blow into the balloons, knowing he had no choice but to oblige if he wanted that damn bag of candy.

“Good job! Looks just like you,” Hugh jeered, holding up the balloon next to Jean’s face. Jean gave them a dull look, blinking back tears, knowing he couldn’t cry, because if he cried, things would just be immeasurably worse. So he swallowed the stubborn lump in his throat and gave the two boys a sickly sweet smile.

“Thanks, guys! I hope you enjoy the rest of the party!” he said, waving at them. They exchanged glances before snickering and walking off. Jean slumped over in his chair, hoping they would leave him alone for the rest of the party.

“Hey, Mr. Clown. Why are you sad? Aren’t clowns supposed to be happy?” a little girl with red hair held back by a headband said to him. Her large brown eyes were genuinely concerned, and Jean felt tears begin to drip down his cheeks. He wiped them away furiously, hoping his makeup hadn’t been ruined.

“It’s nothing,” he said, “What’s your name? Do you want a balloon animal?”

“I’m Leah,” she said seriously, “Can you make a balloon dog?”

Jean nodded mutely at her before rapidly making a balloon dog with practiced motions. His hands were well-used to the task after the countless he had made only today. Tying off the last balloon, he handed it to Leah, who inspected it before handing it back to him.

“For you. So you can be happy!” she explained. Jean was taken aback.

“For...me?” he said. She nodded happily.

“Yeah! Don’t cry! You made me happy by making the balloon, so now I want to make you happy! I’m the only girl here, so William and his friends are pretty mean to me, but you’re nice,” she said. Nice. Was Jean really nice?

“I know how you feel. Michael and Hugh are pretty mean to me,” Jean said after a second. Leah frowned in sympathy, her tiny face creasing.

“Boys suck,” she said.

“Yeah, they do,” he said with a short laugh.

“Well, bye-bye Mr. Clown! I hope you have a good day, and remember to smile! My mommy said the only way to win at life is to be happy,” she said, waving at him before heading off. Jean watched her go before shaking his head in amusement.

“Damn, three year olds these days are something else.”

Finally, the stupid birthday party was over. Jean spent most of his time making balloon animals for whichever kids wanted it and mulling over what Leah had said.

The only way to win at life is to be happy. Well, what made him happy?

Tullia made him happy. Talking to Marco made him happy. Being around Connie and Sasha made him happy. Using the ODM gear made him happy.

So then why did he avoid Tullia? Why did he make fun of Marco? Why did he snap at Connie and Sasha whenever they messed with him?

He was miserable, and he was lonely, and maybe he should try to fix that. At least this stupid bag of candy could be a start to mending the relationships he had shattered when he should’ve cradled them close to his heart, incubated them in their infancy instead of leaving them out in the cold to wither away and die.

As the last of the toddlers filed away, taken home by their parents, Jean took off his wig and the ridiculous red nose to meet the merchant and obtain his candy. When he got there, though, he was met with Hugh and Michael, their tongues rainbow and their smirks vicious. The merchant looked uncomfortable as he stared at Jean, whose jaw had dropped.

“Sorry, Jean, but my son and his friend really wanted that candy. I can pay you ten gold instead,” he said, dropping the coins in Jean’s hand. Jean felt like he was going to vomit. It had never been about the money. He just wanted to make someone happy.

“Better luck next time, Kirstein!” Michael sang out, popping the last piece of candy in his mouth and staring directly into Jean’s eyes as he savored it. Jean felt tears well in his eyes at how stupidly unfair it was. Turning away, he gathered his uniform and practically ran back to the barracks. He didn’t want Hugh and Michael to see him like this, completely and utterly defeated.

They had always had it out for him, but this was unprecedentedly cruel. What had been the point? Neither boy had wanted the candy. They just saw that Jean wanted it and found an opportunity to make him miserable. Even after all of this time, nothing had changed.

“I’m such an idiot,” Jean muttered as he stormed into his (thankfully empty) room and grabbed his bathroom stuff before marching into the bathroom and beginning to scrub at his skin, wanting, no, needing the makeup off. It wasn’t even the humiliation of looking like a clown that he hated. It was the reminder that no matter what he did, it was never enough. Things just never went Jean Kirstein’s way.

He scrubbed and he scrubbed until his skin felt raw, but the makeup stubbornly stayed put. It did not budge, and as Jean’s vision began to blur with tears and bile began to rise in his throat, he only scrubbed ever harder, though it was futile.

“Damn it, damn you, get the fuck off my skin!” he shouted.

“Is everything okay — Jean? Uh, is this a bad time or…?”

Great, just about the last person he wanted to see. Y/N-fucking-L/N. Did nobody ever teach that girl to mind her own business? She should go before he did something they both regretted. She should go right-fucking-now.

“The fuck you think?” he snapped. Too late, silly girl. Now she was going to bear the brunt of his rage, and she had best do it without complaining.

“Why do you have clown makeup on?” she wondered, her eyes too wide with innocence, her small frown too soft. It was fucking pissing him off more than he was already pissed off, and this was a problem.

“I’m not supposed to! It won’t wash off!” he said.

“Well, duh, you’re just using plain water,” she said, rolling her eyes. Okay, Miss Bitchy, then what the fuck else was he supposed to use?

“So?” he said.

“So how can you expect waterproof makeup to come out when you’re just using water? Wait here a second, I’ll get you some of my makeup remover,” she said, placing her things down on the shelf next to Jean’s and disappearing. He paused for a moment, his rage instantly vanishing, replaced by confusion and curiosity.

She returned a few seconds later, holding a bottle of something or another in her hands as well as a fresh rag. Looking around to make sure nobody caught her going into the boys’ bathroom, she ducked in and gave him a dark look.

“I’m not doing this because I like you. I think you’re a jerk,” she said.

“That’s because I am one,” he agreed, watching her as she dampened the towel before squirting some clear gel out of the bottle onto it.

“At least you’re self aware. Don’t move and close your eyes, unless you want to cry like a baby,” she instructed him. Jean did as she said, surprising the both of them.

“So why are you doing this?” he said.

“Don’t open your mouth, either, unless you want to swallow makeup remover,” she said brusquely, swiping the rag over his face. The motions were gentle, and the cool gel felt nice on his sensitive skin. Jean hummed, as if to remind her that he had asked a question. She sighed.

“I’m not mean. You’d get beaten up if you went back to your dorm looking like that. Besides, I’ll admit I’m a little curious why you have all of this on you,” she said. He heard the faucet running as she presumably washed the rag, so he felt it safe to speak.

“I saw Tullia want this bag of candy earlier. I was going to buy it for her, but obviously I couldn’t afford it. The merchant said he’d give it to me if I dressed up as a clown for his son’s birthday party, so of course I did it. Doesn’t matter, though. One of my childhood bullies was the merchant’s older son, and he and his friend, my other bully, ate all of the candy. The merchant gave me ten gold, since that was what the candy was worth, but I didn’t want money. I just...wanted her to think of me as a good person,” he said. Though his eyes were closed, he could almost feel the way Y/N was frowning.

“I hate bullies. Armin used to get bullied by this boy that had a crush on me. Eren would always beat him up, and then Mikasa did too, once she became our friend, but that never stopped him. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Nobody deserves to be bullied,” she said, beginning to wipe the gel off of his face. Jean exhaled in relief at the feeling.

“Feels nice,” he muttered, not wanting to thank her, per se, but wanting her to know that he appreciated what she was doing anyways. She scoffed.

“Keep your mouth shut.”

After a few moments, she stopped wiping his face. Taking a dry towel, she patted his face dry before sighing.

“There you go, Jean. All done,” she said. He opened his eyes blearily, blinking at the harsh light. She gave him a tired smile.

“Wow, you actually got it all off!” he said, shocked at his reflection, which was just...him. No clown makeup, no wig, no red nose. Just Jean Kirstein, though his eyes were rose-rimmed from crying.

“Why do you hate me, Jean?” she said instead of responding. Jean mulled this over. How did he respond to such a question? How did he tell the girl that had just taken time out of her day to help him why, exactly, he hated her?

And did he even hate her? Or was the feeling that arose in his stomach at the sight of her something else? Was it...jealousy?

He realized with a start that it was. He did not hate her. He did not even dislike her. She was quite tolerable, actually, now that he had had to converse with her. He was just jealous: of the way that Eren took care of her without question, the way Tullia supported her no matter what, the way Mikasa loved her more than anything or anyone.

“I don’t,” he said.

“Fine, then. Why do you ignore me and get mad whenever you’re forced to speak to me?” she said, crossing her arms.

“Turn around. I’m going to change,” Jean said by way of response.

“I can just leave, you know,” she said as she turned to face the wall.

“No, don’t. I’m just...oh, fine, I’ll fucking say it! I’m jealous of you!” he said.

“Jealous?”

“Everyone loves Y/N! Stupid, nosey Y/N that can’t mind her own business has all of the friends, and I have none. Not-fucking-one,” he said, his familiar rage flaring up again.

“But you’re friends with Marco and Connie and Sasha? Even Reiner and Bertholdt?” she said, her tone filled with obvious confusion.

“We’re friends, but not the way you and Eren and Armin and Mikasa and Tullia are friends,” he said.

“Oh, Jean, is that really all? I’ve known Eren since we were two! Armin since we were seven, Mikasa since we were nine, and Tullia since the fall of Wall Maria. Of course we’re closer than you are with the people you only just met! Friendships take time to build, and for what it’s worth, you could do a lot better at being a bit kinder to your friends,” she said, her hands on her hips. He pulled his pants on and let out a sigh.

“I know. I just...don’t know what to do. What’s more, I like Tullia. A lot. More than I’ve ever liked anyone, ever. And you’re so close to her, but it’s obvious she likes Eren —”

“What? Where did you ever get such a delusion from?” Y/N said, surprised laughter escaping her mouth, “Why, you can’t tell her I told you or she’ll kill me, but Tullia likes you! She thinks you’re a rude asshole, but she likes you! Not Eren. Certainly not Eren.”

Jean gaped at her back as she continued to snicker. Tullia liked him. Tullia liked him. Him — not Eren Jaeger. Him, Jean-fucking-Kirstein.

“You’re joking.”

“Why would I joke about that? I’ll admit I don’t know what she sees in you, but it remains that she likes you, though you hardly deserve her. My advice is that you take a good long look at yourself and decide if the person you pretend to be is the kind of person she deserves. You act all arrogant, but this whole clown fiasco tells me that that it’s just that — an act. Be yourself, Jean. You’ll find that you’re a lot happier then.”

With that, she left him alone in the boys’ bathroom, staring at the doorway, frozen in the midst of buttoning up his shirt.

Happier, huh? If being myself is how I can be happier, and the only way to win at life is to be happy...well, Y/N L/N, maybe I’ll give it a shot.

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Marco and Ace (Separate) With an Insecure plus sized reader (Female)

Request- Hi, I really liked your hurt-comfort stories. Could you do Ace, Marco or Vista with a female reader who is not conventionally attractive. Maybe someone makes a comment about looks or weight? I read a lot of stories where reader has a "small frame" and it makes me feel sad about my body. If you don't take request ignore this. Thank you :)

AN- This request hit home, as a plus sized person myself I understand the pain of reader having a "small frame". But it does not make you any less worthy of love! I went with Marco and Ace! Thank you for the request and Thank you @seafoamxshayde for helping me edit!

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Warnings- Violence, Self Hatred, mentions of knives, light cussing, mentions of insecurities about looks/weight. Angsty with fluffy endings!

Base Story 

 The atmosphere on the Moby was as lively as ever. The smell of booze laced with Thatch’s top tier food filled the cool night air. You watch as  your fellow crew mates dance around with mugs in their hands- singing songs, sometimes their words slurred. A chuckle escaped your lips. It’s times like this you don’t regret becoming a pirate. You walk over to the only open seat on deck, it was at a table filled with newcomers. You don’t really mind, knowing you need to get comfortable with them sooner or later.

 You slot yourself between two of the newbies. The men looked at you for a moment but turned their attention back to each other. Your plush thigh accidentally brushed up against the man on your right, he snarled before rolling his eyes. Typical. You know these men dream of hot mermaids or drop dead gorgeous women in general. Everything you are not. If you were, the men around you would be pouring your drinks and flirting you up. But you notice the look in their eyes, it calls out “She is undesirable.” And you feel the rejection burrowing deep within your chest. You try to shake your thoughts, tonight is supposed to be fun right? You attempt to jump into a few conversations but we’re dismissed. Not giving up you turned to the man on your left who slammed his mug against the oak table.

 “Man, I have drunk so much I feel like I’m going to die.” He let out a burp and wiped the foam from his mouth. “Too bad if I do. I’ll die without knowing the warm touch of a woman.” An idea popped into your head. You slowly reached out and touched the man's shoulder. The table went quiet as all eyes turned to you.

 “There you go. I hope it was everything you ever dreamed of.” You let out a laugh and gave him a playful smack on the back. The man snickered and his eyes caught yours. 

 “Let me add to my previous statement. I want the touch of a beautiful woman. Am I right, fellas?” Your eyes widened,  the men around you started laughing and banging their hands against the table. Your eyes go to your lap. You look at your stomach, how it sticks out. The same stomach you’ve held a knife up to. Wishing you could cut the fat off. Then your eyes travel to your plush thighs. You realize that even you are disgusted by your flawed body. Ugly. Fat. Undesirable. Freak. These words repeat  like a mantra in your head. The laughter died down and eyes fell on you yet again. You needed to say something. 

 “Yeah.” You could only mutter one word. You followed it with a laugh that seemed to satisfy them. Their conversations switched to different things as you sat mortified. You could feel the building pressure in your face. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream. Every fiber in your body said to get up and go hide in your self loathing.  

 “Thatch where are you going?” You turn around and see the cook walking towards the kitchen.

 “Someone has to wash the dishes.” Thatch stretched his arms out dramatically. “It’s going to be a tough job.” 

 “Commander Thatch let me do the dishes!” Your voice was shaky, but hopefully he didn’t notice. 

 “Are you sure? You just got here Y/N, you haven't even eaten yet.” He quirked a brow at you. 

 “I’m sure. Plus I do a better job than you.” You throw some playful banter to throw him off your trail.

 “Okay then.” He returned to the table he was sitting at. Ace, Marco, and pops were also resting there. 

 Without another word you make a beeline to the kitchen. Tears pooled in your eyes, causing them to blur. Once you got to the safety of the kitchen and made sure you were alone, you came undone. The sobs that left your mouth echoed in the kitchen. You wonder what it is like to be thin and beautiful, to have that power that could make a man turn his head. You wish you were small, you wish you were cute. But you are big.  You wish you were a delicate flower in the wind, one who could be easily picked up by a man. But you were a rock that had sunk deep within the ocean. A rock no one wanted or sought after. You are worthless. You were drowning in your mind  with an anchor tied around your foot. No one could save you, or so you thought. 

 Marco The Phoenix 

  “NO PLEASE COMMANDER!” A man screams out, pulling you from your thoughts. The blood curdling scream came from the deck. You could not help but be curious, so you peek out of the kitchen door. There was a group of men standing in a circle cheering on someone. Hoping to get a better view you walk out towards the railing. A burst of azure fire shoots into the dark sky. Looking down in the middle of the circle you see Marco in his half phoenix form. He had a skull crushing talon gripped around a man's head. You notice the clothes on the man, the realization hits you like lighting. It was the man from the table.

 “How dare you.” Marco’s voice booms. You have never seen him this angry before, he was always so calm and collected. Seeing him like this was scary to say the least.  “You wanna know something newbie? I can hurt you just as much as I can heal you.” You see blood trickling down the side of the man's head. His body was thrashing around, begging for Marco to let him go. 

 “Marco, I think that's enough. You’ve beat a lifetime of fear into him.” Thatch tried to reason with the Doctor, but it was no good. You wonder what could have got Marco this riled up?

 “Shut it Thatch. I’m only done with him when I say so. I ought to throw your pathetic ass overboard for saying what you said about Y/N-yoi.” Marco removed his Talon only to wrap it around the man's throat. “Now listen up, prick. Y/N may not be beautiful in your worthless eyes, but to me she is the most beautiful woman that ever walked the earth.” That statement made your heart flutter. 

 “Commander, I'm sorry. Please let me go.” The man pawed at the talon. Marco smirked down at him in triumph. He slowly released the talon, causing the man to gasp out for air.

 “So now that we cleared that up.” Marco grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him close to his face. “I’m not going to kill you so consider it your lucky day. But I recall Y/N went to go do dishes. So you're gonna take her place, got it?” 

 “Yes Commander Marco.” The man got up and stumbled right back to the ground.

 “Good, now hurry before I change my mind.” Marco gave him one last death glance before he ran up the stairs, passing you in at a frantic speed as he busted the kitchen door open.  

 Your head turned back to the crowd below you. Marco was staring right at you with a gentle smile on his face. He must have known you were there the entire time.  Heat rose to your cheeks like a wildfire when your eyes met his. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. But you never acted on it, knowing it would end up in a rejection like they all have. Marco was gorgeous. Tall and strong, yet so gentle. Plus  a doctor of all things.  Why would he ever want someone like you? The negative thoughts seeped back into your mind. The smile that adorned Marco’s face turned to one of concern. Before you could turn and run away a flash of blue stopped you in your tracks. Marco’s blue wings of fire were spread in front of you before disappearing from his body.

 “Hey gorgeous, wanna go talk somewhere more private?” Marco motioned at the sea of eyes below you. The heat found its way back to your cheeks at the attention you were receiving. You nod shyly. Marco placed a hand on the middle of your back and led you to Moby's back deck. You cringe at his hand placement. It was ghosting over the fat you hated so much. You subconsciously pull away from his warm touch. Marco quirked a brow at you as you walked over to the railing. 

 “Marco, I really appreciate what you did and what you said. But you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” Your nails digged into the wooden railing as tears of frustration rolled down your chubby cheeks. “It’s really cruel to give someone like me hope you know.” You bite your lip in hopes you don’t let out a sob.

 “Lie? Y/N everything I said was the truth.” Marco’s large hand grabbed your shoulder signaling for you to turn around but you couldn't face him. 

 “SHUT UP.” You were at your breaking point. “Marco you know just as well as I do. I am not attractive. And I’m definitely not someone who you should waste your time fighting for. I mean just look at me. I’m a monster. I’m big, I take up too much space. And I-” You turn to face him. You expect the look of disgust like you're used to seeing. But the eyes that look down on you show something different. They were filled with adoration and sadness. His hands grab the railing on both sides of your body, caging you between him and rails.

 “I am looking at you Y/N. But I don’t see a monster. All I see is the woman who I adore more than anything.” He reached his hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears in the process . You wanted to retract from his touch, but you craved the soothing feeling they gave. “ I know you don’t see what I see and I know you’ve been told things in the past that make you think what I’m telling you is a lie, but it is not. And if you’d let me, I’d like to prove to you everyday from here on out how much I truly love you. All of you.”

 For a moment you just stared at his face. Looking for signs of malicious intent, but there was none. His brown eyes were soft and twinkled with affection. You never thought a man would look at you like this in your lifetime. This was something you’d only experience in a book, but here you were on the back deck of the Moby sharing an intimate moment with the man you had fallen in love with. 

 “Can I kiss you?” You notice a tint of pink on his cheeks. You shake your head in approval. Marco brought a hand under your chin to tilt it up, his lips connected with yours in a soft, sweet first kiss. The caterpillars you never let grow in your stomach had turned into butterflies. This man really loved you. You are wanted. You are desired. You both pull away and take in much needed air. 

 “So I take that as a yes?” Marco’s face was fully flushed and you don’t think it’s from the lack of oxygen.

 “Of course it’s a yes.” Marco let out a relieved sigh. Your emotions were running wild, you could feel tears trying to start again. 

 “Hey now, no more tears, pretty girl. Even if they are happy ones. I don’t think my heart can handle it.” He brought his hand up to his heart dramatically causing you to laugh at his antics.

 “Okay fine. No more crying. I’d hate to kill the best and only doctor on the ship.” A new found confidence finds its way to you as you reach up and take his hand from his chest, lacing it with yours. His hand grips yours back giving you all the reassurance you need.  “We better hurry back to the party. Hopefully there is some food left for us.” Marco’s eyes widened. You and him both know food goes fast on the Moby. 

 “Oh crap you're right. Now that you mention it I’m starving.” You hear a grumble form in Marco’s stomach. 

 “I guess almost killing a guy and confessing to me has worked you up an appetite.” You laugh as you begin to walk with Marco hand in hand. 

 “It did. But I’d do it all over again. Both kicking that bums ass and confessing to you dear.” He brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles. The gesture makes your heart flutter. 

 The Moby was still lively even after the fight that took place. If anything it was more so. Marco led you to the table with Pops, Ace and Thatch. Pops let out his signature laugh as you and Marco sat down.

 “Son, you sure know how to put on a show.” Marco let out a weary chuckle at pops statement. 

 “Yeah, sorry for the ruckus pops. I just couldn't let that slide-yoi.” His arm reached around you and pulled your body so you were snug against him. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t stand up for the woman I love.” The men at the table all smiled at Marco’s declaration. 

 “Look who grew some balls.” Thach stuck his tongue out causing Marco to kick him from underneath the table. “OUCH. Dammit Marco I was just joking. But in all seriousness I’m happy  for you both. Dare I say you make a cute couple.” The cook gave a sincere smile.

 “I think so too. Tho Y/N may be a little too good for you.” Again Marco kicked, this time it was Ace who fell victim. “Can’t pull that move on me bird brain.” 

 “Ace I swear I’ll throw you overboard. See how cocky you are then.” Marco stood up from the table and Ace followed . You reached for his purple jacket and pulled him back down to the table laughing your head off.

 “Less arguing, more eating and drinking.” Marco smiled down and gave your forehead a soft peck. 

 “Okay, but only because you're cute.” He sent you a wink that made your stomach do a backflip. “Ace I’ll put your ass whooping on hold for now. With that being said,  let’s dig in.” Marco pulled a huge plate of meat towards you and let you pick your piece out first like a true gentleman. 

 The rest of the night you spent in pure bliss. Not once did you think about your body or how much you disliked how you looked. You ate without any guilt. Your thigh was connected with Marco’s, but he welcomed it. Loving the feeling of your body so close to his. He was proud to call you his, as were you. 

Portgas D. Ace

 

 “Pull yourself together Y/N” You bring your hands up to your cheeks. “I did say I’d wash the dishes for Thatch.” You look at the massive pile and you regret it instantly, but it got you away from the table. 

 You walk over to the sink and turn the hot water on. You pour a hearty amount of dish soap into the flowing water and watch as the bubbles fill the sink. The smell of the lemon dish soap filled your nostrils. It was calming. The handle squeaked as you turned the faucet off. Rolling your sleeves up you got to work immediately. One after another you washed the dishes. Scrub, rinse, repeat, scrub, rinse repeat. You felt like you’ve spent an eternity washing the dishes, but you weren't even halfway through the pile. You let out a sigh as you rest your arms on the sink. Looking down in the water you met with your reflection. You’ve never been one to look in mirrors or anything reflective due to hating what looked back at you. But for whatever reason you were locked on water. 

 You understand why the man said what he said. How could anyone see beauty in this face in the water? You hated her. You hated you. Tears from your eyes and into the soap water below. 

 “Dammit.” Your hand clashed your reflection in the water out of frustration.   

 “Yeah Y/N, show those dishes whose boss!” You yelped in surprise at the voice. You whipped your head around to see the one and only Ace standing with a huge smile on his face. 

 “Ace, what are you doing here?” Your eyes met him for a moment before you looked away. You hoped he didn’t notice your tears.   

 “Hey, what's wrong?” You should have known better. Nothing gets past fire fist Ace.  He walked closer to you. “You didn’t get hurt did ya?” His eyes studied your body to see if there was any injury. 

 “No, I’m fine.” You turn back around and go back to doing dishes. Ace walked up beside you, grabbing the dish you had washed out of your hand.

 “Here, you wash and I’ll dry.” His wide smile sent a wave of comfort over you. 

 “Thank you.” The two of you worked in silence. You would occasionally glance over at him, watching his muscles flex as he dried the dishes. 

 “Like what ya see hmm?” Busted. Yours eyes shot away from the smirking man.

 “I umm,” Your words stutter as you lose the grip on the dish you were washing. It sank back into the soapy water.

 “I’m just teasing ya Y/N. Look all you want.” Ace bumped his hip into yours playfully. You swayed slightly before side eyeing him. Ace has always been a flirt. The attention he would give you made you feel good, but you know it was all just for fun. Ace could have any woman he wanted. You’ve seen the women that throw themselves at him. You could not compete. A man like Ace deserves a gorgeous woman by his side. Not a fat nobody like you. 

 “Hey Y/N what's on your mind. You sure look lost in thought over there.” Ace’s velvet voice pulled you from your bleak thinking.

 “Nothing.” You hand the next dish over to him.

 “Stop lying. You know you can tell me anything.” His hands reach over yours, grabbing some bubbles. You watched as he brought them up to his face. He slapped the bubble on and made what appeared to be a beard. “This is the beard of a trustworthy, sophisticated man.” He made his voice sound deeper than what it was. You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from you. Ace smiled happily. “It’s good to see a smile on that pretty face.” 

 “Haven’t you teased me enough tonight?” You roll your eyes and hand him the last dish.

 “Who said I was teas-” Ace cut himself off and started coughing. “Damn I got soap in my mouth, gross.” Ace flung his hat so it hung on his back. He held his tongue out and turned the water on. He stuck his head under the faucet, letting the water drown out the soap taste. You let out a snort at the sight. He turned the water off and brought his head up. Water droplets fell from his dark locks and rolled down his tone chest. “You think that’s funny huh? Well how about this?” Ace shook his head like a dog, making the water shake out and land on you.

 “Ace you jerk!” You step back and grab some bubbles from the sink to throw at him.

 “Ohh so that’s how you're gonna play. Well then, in that case.” Ace grabbed a huge pile of bubbles and threw them at you. “Take this, BUBBLE FIST.” Ace threw the bubble only for them to float gracefully to the floor.

 “That was so lame.” You stuck your tongue out at the pouting man.

 “Yeah, I’ll admit it was very lame.” He scratched the back of his head as a blush found its way to his freckled cheeks. “Well that’s enough fun for now. Now will you please tell me what made you cry?” You know he wasn’t going to stop until you fessed up.  

 “Fine.” You tell him everything that happened. After reliving the incident you started crying again. “But you know what Ace, he wasn’t lying.” Ace watched as you broke down in front of him. His eyes grew darker and darker by the second.

 “You stay here. I’m going to take care of this.” Ace bent over and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning around. You watched in shock as the jolly roger on his back flexed with every angry step he took.

 “Wait, what?” You snap back into reality and realize what he is about to do. “Wait Ace.” You followed behind him but it was too late. He jumped up on the railing and looked down on the party below.

 “Which one of you assholes made my Y/N cry?” Ace yelled out grabbing everyone's attention. Everyone went silent before the man stood up.

 “Y/N, you talking about that fatass that sat beside me earlier.” The man stood up, he was obviously drunk considering he was slurring his words. “I meant what I said. What are you gonna do about it punk?” Ace turned around and looked at you. 

 “Don’t listen to him Y/N. You're gorgeous. Now sit back and enjoy the show.” Ace stretched out his arms and legs. “Hold on to this for me please.” He places his hat on top of your head before jumping off the rails. You watch as his lower half turns into fire. He floats through the air and drops down on the table where the man was, breaking it clean in half.

 “What the hell.” The man fell from his seat and onto Moby's wooden deck. Ace towered over him with a look that would make any man tremble in fear.

 “You brought this on yourself. This will be a lesson you will never forget.” Ace grabbed the man. “Don’t” Punch “Ever.” Punch. “Talk.” Punch. “About my girl.” Ace landed one last blow on the man. 

 “Fuck you and that ugly bitch.” One of the man's teeth fell out with a little blood. 

 “Guess you didn’t learn huh?” Ace grabbed the man's throat. Flames erupt from Ace’s hands. He slung the man back and finished him off with his signature “Fire fist” Sending the man flying over board. You watched the scene unfold slack jawed. The guy deserved it and your glad Ace took care of him, but it was too much. 

 Your knees drop to the floor, causing Ace’s hat to fall beside you. Your vision was turning red and you felt light headed. Why did he kiss me? Why did he refer to me as his girl? Was he just playing with my feelings?  Why would he fight over someone as undeserving as me? Your mind raced before you face planted into the floor, losing consciousness.

 ~~~~A few hours later~~~~

 “You dumbass. Why in the hell did you think that was a good idea?” Your eyes open to see Marco scolding Ace who had a very prominent knot on his head.

 “You're right I’m sorry. It’s just I couldn't just stand back and let that guy get away for making Y/N cry. Seeing tears falling down her pretty face really struck a nerve in me and I acted on it. I don't regret doing it though.” Neither of the men notice you awake.

 “Make sure you take her into consideration next time before diving head first into a fight. You have a lot to learn.” Marco shook his head and looked over at you. A small smile made his way on your face before he motioned Ace in your direction. He turned his body around and ran to your side.

 “You're awake!” Ace kneeled beside your bed and took your hand in his. 

 “How do you feel Y/N?” Marco asked as he brought  you a glass of water, you gladly accepted it and gulped it down. 

 “I feel tired. Other than that I’m fine.” You lift your body off the bed as Ace grabs the empty glass from your hands.

 “Good. I diagnose you with being overwhelmed by this idiot.” Marco wacked Ace in the back of the head. “ Sadly for you Y/N there is no cure. My condolences.” 

 “Oh no, how will I live?” You say dramatically falling back on the bed. You close your eyes and stick your tongue like a dead animal causing both men to laugh.

 “I’m sure you will manage. But in all seriousness you’ll be okay. Stay in bed for the next few days and get some rest.” Marco walked towards your bedroom door and turned the handle. “I’ll leave you two alone. If you need me let me know. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.” Marco winked and walked out of the room.  

 “I’m really sorry Y/N. I hope you can forgive me.” Ace’s eyes looked down. He was riddled with guilt and it hurt you to watch.

 “It’s okay, I’ll forgive you if you answer a question for me?” Ace nodded, signaling for you to continue. “Well I guess it’s more like two. First, Why did you kiss me? Second, why did you refer to me as your girl?” 

 “Well, to answer both. I like you. No, if I’m being more honest. I love you Y/N.” Ace smiled as he looked at you. You became aware of his gaze and grabbed a pillow, shielding your stomach from him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He reached out and pulled the pillow away from you.

 “Ace, I'm not worth your love. You deserve someone pretty.” You lower your head, causing Ace to click his tongue.

 “The first part is a lie, but I can fully back that second statement. I know you don’t see yourself as the ideal girl. But in my eyes you are everything I’ve ever wanted and then some. You're sweet, you have the cutest laugh, you're fun to be around and don’t get me started on your hips and as-” You throw a pillow before you could let him finish. “Sorry, I deserved that. But what I’m trying to get at is you are beautiful. I wish you didn’t think so poorly of yourself. I will do whatever it takes to show you just how stunning you are.” Ace cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing up and down lovingly.

 “Ace, what do you mean by that?” Your cheeks heat up under his soft touch.

 “Well pretty, what I’m saying is. Do you want to do this fool the honor of calling you his girlfriend?” Was this real? Did Ace really just ask you out?

 “Am I dreaming?” You reach your hand out and trace your finger over his freckles.

 “Nope, it’s real life. Here let me prove it to you.” Ace leaned over and planted his soft lips on yours. Your hands found their way to his soft hair, gently intertwining your fingers within the dark strands. Ace pulled away and planted little kisses all over your face. The heat in your face from his actions did not go unnoticed, “You look so cute when you're shy.” The smug man winked, causing you to hide your face in a pillow.

 “Portgas D. Ace.” You muffled from the pillow. “You are going to be the death of me.”

 “No, you're not dying anytime soon. We are going to grow old and wrinkly together whether you like it or not.” Ace stood up from the chair and stretched his body. “Now that sounds good doesn't it?” 

 “Yeah, yeah it does.” You pull your face from the pillow to peer up at him.

 “Good. Now, I think I’ve terrorized you enough for one day.” Ace leaned down and kissed your forehead just like earlier. “I’ll let you get some rest sweet girl.” Ace turned to leave but you reached out and grabbed his hand before he got too far.

 “Ace, wait.” He turned and curled a brow at you. “WIll you stay with me, please?” Ace’s expression softened.

 “Of course I will. Is it okay If I lay next to you?” You nod and scooch over in the bed, giving Ace some room to lay down. He took his hat off and threw it on your nightstand. You could feel the heat radiate off him as he laid down in the bed. It took everything in you not to reach out for him. You were unaware how hard you were staring at him until he spoke up. “You know you could stare at me all night or.” Ace lifted his arm out to you. “Or you could come closer so I can hold you.” 

 “But what If I’m too heavy and I-” You hesitated but Ace wrapped a strong arm around your midsection and nestled you into his toned chest. 

 “You will never be too heavy for me sweet girl.” His lips meet your forehead yet again. “Now get some rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up. Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.” You let your tense body relax in his hold. Between the warmth of his body and the feeling of protection being in his strong hold gave you, you fell asleep looking forward to all the nights like this to come.

 ~~Bonus~~

 “Vista move, I can’t see.” Izou whispered  while pushing the large man away from the door.

 “Young love, such a heartwarming sight.” Vista swooned at the sight of you in Ace’s embrace.

 “Cut it out you two you're going to wake them up.” Marco came up from behind and dragged them away from the door.

 “Fine.” Izou rolled his eyes and walked away, Vista followed. Marco made sure they left before spying on yours and Ace’s sleeping forms. He hates to admit it, but you are both very adorable. 

 “They grow up so fast.” He shut the door back before walking to his office. “Damn, I sound like a old man.”

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Dear Astra, your work is so amazing. I finally had time to read more of them and each time I'm in awe of how well you write. I can feel everything and it's so easy to dive into the story, becoming reader.

The story you wroe for me with my beloved Mihawk was PERFECT. I loved how it slowly started, from acquaintances, to friends, to falling in love and then getting together, breaking an old curse. I love it.

I was wondering, if you would accpet my request. I'm craving for some Marco x Thatch x fem reader (polyship). Fem reader is chubby and sometimes gets very insercure over her looks. Could I get some fluff and how her boyfriends try to help her love her as she is, because they love her like that?

Please accept my request and my undying thanks if you do it. I'll bribe you with homemade cookies and lots of love and hugs, though only do this, if you feel like it. No pressure here.

Have a wonderful day.

TW/Warnings: polyamory, pure fluff

Word Count: 1k

Hi, thank you so much for saying that, you have no idea how amazing it makes me feel that you like my work. I’m also super happy you liked the Mihawk fic. Of course I’ll accept your request, no cookies need, though the offer is appreciated. The only thing I need in exchange for writing this is the promise that you’ll read it and tell me if you like it or not. Also, this is the first time I’m really writing for Thatch, he’s had a small role in some of my other fics, but not quite like this, so I hope it’s alright. Oh! One last thing, I usually keep to Whitebeard’s whole ‘no female Whitebeard crew’ thing, so the reader isn’t an ‘official’ WBP. 

Dating two powerful pirates could be hard for anyone, dating two powerful pirates who happened to be Whitebeard commanders, and not just any commanders but the 1st and 4th division commanders, was actually a lot easier than people realized. Marco and Thatch took care of just about everything you could ever need, unless you asked them not to. Marco was the first mate and first division commander, he was a doctor, he was chill, responsible, and fun. Even if you had been allowed to be a Whitebeard pirate and allowed to fight, you’d never have to worry about staying injured, not with how the blond tended to you. He was usually the first to notice if something was off, simply because he was observant like that. Thatch was the 4th division commander and ship’s cook, meaning any food you wanted was yours! Craving fried rice? Easy. 3 layer chocolate frosting, peanut butter filled chocolate cake? Done. you want the fanciest, gourmet meal that you could ever think of made with only the rarest ingredients? Well, Marco would have to retrieve a large number of ingredients, but Thatch would be happy to cook it for you. The man was also incredibly sweet and kind, always checking up on you throughout the day to make sure you weren’t bored or anything. 

Looking in the mirror, you couldn’t help but think that maybe Thatch was a little too good of a cook. You’d always been a bit on the larger, heavier side. Chubbier than all of the beautiful nurses that tended to Pops, squishier than the gorgeous woman that most of the crew flirted with at the ports. The delicious food that Thatch made and the fact that you enjoyed eating probably didn’t help what you always looked at as a ‘problem’, but how could you help yourself when one of your boyfriends made the best food you’d ever had? Despite your thoughts on it, neither male seemed unhappy with you or your size, no matter how often you asked if they were sure. 

“Cupcake, are you…” Thatch’s head poked into the shared room, his brow furrowing when he noticed what you were doing, again. 

“I thought we agreed you weren’t allowed to look in that thing unless Marco or I were around to tell you how amazing you look.” Thatch said, fully entering the room and walking up to you.

“I just… I wanted to see how I’d look.” you muttered, gesturing to the sundress that lay on the bed, forgotten.

“You don’t need a mirror for that, beautiful. You could just ask Marco or I, I’m sure he’d tell you the same thing I am.” Thatch said softly, caressing your cheek. 

“You… you two are biased, you’re dating me. Of course you think I’m beautiful.” you argued, looking over yourself in the mirror again.

“Not true, yoi.” another familiar voice called from the doorway, drawing your attention to your other boyfriend who leaned against the now closed door, “We thought you were beautiful long before we started dating you.” Marco added, giving you a soft smile as he walked over to you. Thatch couldn’t help but laugh and nod at the memories.

“You should have seen some of our competitions once we started vying for your attention. All to have the gaze of the most beautiful girl in the world on us.” Thatch added, hand under your chin, lifting your head before placing a gentle kiss on your lips as Marco stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach.

“Don’t worry, nobody got hurt outside of a little wounded pride and everything turned out well, yoi.” Marco reassured, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, placing light kisses to the skin there. You smiled at the two men, head tilted to the side, allowing Marco to nuzzle further into you, one hand on Thatch’s chest, the other intertwined with his own. 

“You two really fought over me?” you asked, glancing up at Thatch, feeling Marco chuckle against your neck.

“What, you never noticed, yoi?” Marco asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Noticed what?” you asked, completely clueless as both men laughed.

“Whenever you were cold and we both tried to trip each other up so we could get to you first?” Thatch mentioned, laughing more when you shook your head.

“All the things we got you, each more extravagant than the last in an attempt to out-do the other, yoi?” Marco pointed out, reminding you of the constant things they’d gotten you, that had indeed, gotten more and more extravagant or meaningful as time went on. 

“You think that the first and fourth division commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates would go for anyone unless they were the most beautiful, amazing, wonderful person in the world?” Thatch asked, making you blush.

“Face it, chick, you’re far more beautiful than you realize, yoi.” Marco stated, hands gently running over your stomach, caressing your plush body. 

“Then why do you call me Cupcake and Chick? Aren’t both of those things considered, I don’t know, plump?” you argued, still feeling a little insecure.

“I call you Cupcake because cupcakes are sweet, delicious, and adorable, just like the love of my life.” Thatch explained, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.

“I call you Chick because you’re small, soft, and cute.” Marco added, making you pout.

“I’m not small! You’re both just unnaturally tall!” you huffed, making both men laugh once more.

“You’re right, Chick, you’re not small, you’re perfect.” Marco said, placing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. Glancing over at the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile, two amazing men, happily wrapped around the love of their life. Maybe they were right, maybe you were prettier than you thought. You were still chubby, that much you were still certain of, but chubby wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, if two of the strongest men in the Whitebeard Pirates thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world, well, maybe they had a point.

[doctorgerth]

Hello love ❤️ congrats on another milestone 🤗 I wanted to see if I can request a fem chubby reader with Marco. They both retired from the pirates life they are living in Sphinx. The reader since being retired has gotten a little bit chubby. Possibly a nsfw scenario Marco and her are doing some sexy time and Marco is itching to start a family. During the sexy time he say to her like “I want you to carry my child.” She asked him if he okay with her getting more bigger than she gotten and he doesn’t care about her size that she is perfect the way she is and loves her for her no matter what she weigh.

I love this chubby reader idea you are doing. Me being a chubby girl it took my a long time to become comfortable in my teens I always hid behind a lot of clothes it took me a long time to feel okay with myself me being in 20’s Im perfect the way. Everyone deserves to be happy in there own skin no matter what they look. We are all beautiful no matter what we look like❤️

thank you!! you are sweeeeet <3 I’m so happy you’ve found the self-love and confidence you deserve! you are gorgeous in every way, and so so perfect just the way you are! 🥰

ahsjjsdb at first I saw you said “scenario” and I was like nah I’ll probs just do a few headcanons but then my brain was like “nahhh we going full nsfw scenario for this one babey” 😳 and I don’t even care for marco that much how did this happennnnn 😩

plz don’t read if the idea of pregnancy makes you icky.

marco x chubby f!reader

(nsfw warning — mating press, breeding)

the fluttering of your cunt around Marco’s cock is maddening. his eyes fall where they always do, trailing up your plump thighs that he grips like a vice, bending them back to grant him better access to fuck into you. then wandering along the folds of your belly, the way they’re pushed back, jiggling from the force of his thrusts which only makes him want to thrust harder into you. last, his eyes gaze upon your perfect tits bouncing freely as he takes you. with his impending release, mind dizzy with carnal pleasures, he can’t help but to think about all these endearing parts of you plumping up if you were to carry his child.

how perfect would your breasts look, bigger, heavier, full with milk for your little one? your already cute belly large and swollen with his child? the imagination of this sight alone is enough to push Marco dangerously closer to the edge and in attempt to slow it down, he slows down and switches positions to fold your legs back even further, Marco now squatting and slowly driving down into your cunt.

“I want you - huff - to carry m-my - fuck! - child.” he admits in pants, awaiting your response. though in this position, he’s not sure he can hold back much longer.

it’s hardly time for conversation, but you can’t help but to spill out your frantic questions, “w-will you still love me? even if I get big- ahh!” he hushes you with a harsh thrust, flattening you underneath his weight as he grabs at your fleshy hips.

“don’t say it, please.” he stills inside you, the pain of holding back his orgasm for the nth time is near paralyzing, but he kisses along your sweat soaked skin in tender motions, “I love you, no matter your size-yoi. don’t you know that by now? look at how crazy you make me, look at how much I want you.” he begins sliding in and out of you, slow and careful, “is our love making not enough proof of how helplessly in love I am with you-yoi?”

you stifle your moans, nearly unable to formulate your words, “mean it?”

he kisses your temple, “you’ll look so beautiful carrying our child. I love you,” he grabs your hands in his, maintaining a steady pace, “and I want to start a family with you. don’t you want that too? little you’s and me’s running around-yoi?”

the thought of bearing his child, his loving hands never leaving your full belly as you carry his baby, the proud look in his eyes as he helps you through pregnancy and motherhood, a little baby or even babies in his arms. you know deep in your heart that Marco would be a good father, that he’s meant to be a father.

“y-yes. I want to have your babies, Marco.”

you almost miss the tears swelling in his eyes as he’s quick to fold you back into a mating press, hasty and relentless as he drills into your cunt with desperation.

“you’re going to be the prettiest, sexiest mother, (Name)-yoi. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” he promises with huffy laughter. it doesn’t take long until he cums, kissing your cervix as he releases every drop of his load deep inside you. his warm hands press against your belly as he holds you back to let his cum settle, silently praying his seed takes. if it doesn’t, he’s more than happy to give you more until it does.

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

➡ Nsfw ~ Demon! Sabo x F! Reader x Shinigami! Renji ~ Where You Belong ➡ Nsfw ~ Demon! Zoro x F! Reader ~ Addicted ➡ Nsfw~ Demon! Law x F! Kitsune Reader ~ Red Lights ➡Nsfw ~ Incubi! Ace & Sabo x Gn! Chubby Reader ~ Wake Up ➡ Nsfw ~ Ashura Zoro x Oni! Kiku x F! Reader ~ Ashuradō ➡ Nsfw ~ Donquixote Doflamingo x Gn! Afab Reader ~ Eternal ➡Nsfw~ Oni! Katakuri x F! Reader ~ The Hideout ➡ Nsfw ~ Incubus! Kid x F! Reader ~ Unbreakable ➡Nsfw ~ Kid, Law, Zoro & Sanji x Fem!Dom!Demon!Reader ~ The Queen ➡ Nsfw ~ Demon! Shanks x Virgin! F! Reader ~ A Dream ➡ Nsfw ~ Incubus! Marco x Succubus! F! Reader ~ Eternally Bound ➡Nsfw ~ Vinsmoke Niji, Vinsmoke Yonji x F! Succubus! Reader ~ Priapeia ➡ Nsfw ~ King of Hell! Jushiro Ukitake x f! reader ~ A Merciful King ➡ Nsfw ~ Demon! Grimmjow x f! reader ~ The Sacrifice ➡Nsfw ~ Demon! Law x f! reader ~ Punish the Brat ➡Nsfw ~ Killer x Succubus! reader ~ Daddy's getting hot

[bluskye-27]

MASTERLIST!

Ace x Filipino Reader Series

One Piece Filipino High School Stereotypes

I Choose You (Ace x Fem Reader)

A Morning Encounter (Ace x Fem Reader)

Secret's Out! (Marco x GN! Reader)

Rob Lucci x S/O with Wanda Maximoff's Powers Headcanons

Sanji with Insecure! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Katakuri with Sick! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Jealous! Zoro with G/N! S/O Headcanons

Shanks with Injured! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Katakuri with Intimate yet Bold! G/N! S/O Headcanons

Sorry (Jealous! Kid with G/N! S/O)

Marco with Chubby! G/N! S/O Headcanons

Katakuri with Loving! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Marco, Zoro & Sanji Jealous of Fem! S/O's Best Friend Headcanons

Zoro, Sanji & Ace with Fem! Y/N in a Toxic Relationship Headcanons

Sabo, Ace & Marco reacts to their G/N! S/O that Cooks for them for the First Time! Headcanons

By your side (Katakuri x Fem! S/O)

Shanks & Law's First Meeting with Cute yet Outgoing! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Usopp, Ace & Shanks with Fem! S/O after a Bad Fight! Headcanons

Sanji, Shanks & Mihawk with Competitive Eater! YouTuber! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Kid & Zoro with Competitive Gamer! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Ace, Law, Shanks & Zoro Reacts to their Fem!S/O passing out in a party! Headcanons

Zoro & Mihawk telling their Fem! S/O to hold their sword for them Headcanons

We Meet Again (Shanks x Fem! Strawhat! S/O)

Kiss Me Not! (First kiss with Zoro & Fem! Strawhat! S/O)

Sabo, Zoro, Marco & Ace confessing to Fem! S/O Headcanons

Kid, Zoro & Luffy with Childish! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Notice Me! (Law x Fem! Strawhat! Reader)

Zoro, Law, Sabo & Ace reacts to Fem! S/O's Flirty Childhood Friend Headcanons

Sanji and Thatch with Roommate! G/N! S/O that eats Unhealthy Food Headcanons

Platonic! Sanji x Strawhat! G/n! Teen! Reader Headcanons

Zoro, Sabo & Ace with Fem! S/O in a secret relationship! Headcanons

Sanji, Shanks & Ace crushing on Tough & Intimidating! Fem! S/O Headcanons

Law, Kid & Luffy with Shy! Fem! S/O that's a Rock Star Headcanons

Just You and Me (Marco with Fem! S/O dancing to the song "I Choose You")

Platonic! Zoro, Sanji & Luffy with Teen! G/N! Strawhat who gives them Friendship Bracelets

Zoro & Sanji with ADHD! G/N! S/O