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“So, how long have you had a crush on Killer for?”
The sudden question causes you to choke on your grog, one hand covering your chest as if clutching non-existent pearls before you turn to Hip and Emma with a slight glare.
“Now who the fuck starts a conversation like that?”
The duo immediately break out into laughter, not only at your response but your clear embarrassment.
“I mean, I think everyone can tell.” Hip pipes up before downing her second shot of whatever flavour of poison she chose. You can tell by her grimace that it's not tasty in the slightest.
“Also, Haikei and Bubblegum were talking about it earlier. Apparently there's a bet - oof!” Emma's cut off as Hip slams a rough elbow into her counterpart's stomach.
You narrow your eyes in suspicion at the action. Raising your glass to your lips, you bite out with a wary tone, “That wasn't a strange thing to do at all.”
The two share a look before Hip finally admits with a groan, “The entire ship knows and there's a bet going on to see when you'll actually tell him yourself.”
Your mouth drops open in shock and embarrassment as a squawk of utter horror escapes your throat. “You lie!” You hiss back, your tone almost begging. You groan and cover your face when they both shake their heads with matching solemn expressions.
“Oh god, ooohhhh god, okay, that's… awesome,” you turn to the bartop and place your hands palm down on it to stabilize yourself as you think over worst-case scenarios first. “I mean, who even is everyone?”
“Literally everyone,” they voiced at the same time with a deadpan tone.
You give another groan before throwing the bartender three fingers up, signaling for some shots because damn, if you didn't need one before, you sure did now.
“I’m telling you, he doesn't let just anyone sit beside him, like you do nearly every night,” Hip pipes up, laying a comforting hand on your back and giving a soft rub.
“And he doesn't let anyone help him in the kitchen other than you! I mean, I'd be shocked if he didn't like you back.”
You give an anxious chuckle before shaking your head slightly with a small sigh. “I'm sure he likes me but I don't … I don't think it's the way I like him.”
Three shot glasses filled with a clear liquid slide in front of you and you're quick to snatch one up, downing it in one go and placing it back down with a double tap on the bartop. Hip and Emma share another glance before Emma pipes up as she grabs one of the shots.
“Come on dude, you know how ridiculous you sound right now?”
You roll your eyes and retort back, “No, actually I don't, because this wasn't something I thought would realistically happen.”
You turn and cross your arms, leaning your mid-back against the bartop as you look out at your fellow Kid Pirates having a blast. “It's… hard to explain.”
A rock song starts playing over the small Den Den behind the bar and the crew shouts in excitement, seeming to know this song by heart. You can't help but grin as Reck, Haikei and Bubblegum dance and shout along; even Heat and Wire mouthing along with smirks in the back corner catches your eye. You take a mental snapshot to draw in your sketchbook later as a momento.
“Dude… you belong here.”
You immediately frown with a side-eye to Hip and a slightly snarky, “The fuck's that supposed to mean?”
She frowns in return and roughly punches you in the upper arm. The feeling stings slightly but you're unmoved as you raise an eyebrow and ask, “Was that necessary?”
She huffs and bites back, “You've been with us almost a year, and you still get this look on your face when we're out like this.” You bitterly look down at your feet, not expecting to be cornered like this. “This… sadness, like you're expecting us to just dump you somewhere and leave you behind.”
“Who's getting left behind?”
All three of you jump in surprise at the sudden questioning voice. Your head snaps up as you take in Killer, head tilted slightly with an empty beer mug in his hand. You feel your face and neck burn in embarrassment as you quickly shout out, “Nobody!”
You can almost feel how Killer's eye narrows behind his mask as he hums, “That sounded super convincing.”
You looked to the side, puffing your cheeks out with a grumble, causing the two girls to giggle and whisper to each other. You and Killer ignored them as he stepped closer, standing next to you and tapping his wooden mug against the bartop for a refill.
You vaguely notice as Hip and Emma take a few steps back before fully retreating towards the others with a wave towards you. You give a simple nod in return, more focused on how close Killer was to you, your arms just brushing and sending fire over your flesh.
“You're not being stupid, are you?” Killer quips, tilting sideways over you slightly, chuckling to himself as you snap your head to the other side with that same expression, grumbling again.
“Mm, sounds like a yes to me.”
“No,” you sass back with a huff. “... you're being stupid…”
Killer gives a faux chuff, pinching your side and grinning behind his mask at your indignant squawk and glare as he teases, “Insulting your favourite Commander? That'll get you the early morning watch for a week straight.”
Your jaw drops in ass-crack-of-dawn horror. “You wouldn't dare.”
Killer throws his head back and laughs loudly, knowing that was going to be your answer. He picks up his refill and sticks in his trusty-dusty reusable straw you found him a few months ago before taking a long sip. He then scolds lightly,
“Depends, are you going to apologize properly?”
You give a low tsk, narrowing your eyes at him as you decide to risk it all and slowly ask, “What's your definition of ‘properly'?”
You feel a shift in the air as he takes a moment before leaning over you, his mask directly in your face as he breathes, “Come back to the ship with me and I can teach you.”
Your eyes widen and your face blooms in reds, a soft “oh,” escaping as you take in his meaning. His free hand gently reaches up, his fingers nudging your chin with his thumb brushing your bottom lip oh so tenderly.
“... you should let me teach you,” he petitions softly, the want dripping off his words and drowning you in desire. Your brain short-circuits and reboots as you pathetically submit to him.
“Please teach me,” you finally breathe out. There's a shared moment of elation before Killer slams his mug down on the bar and immediately picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder with an almost too rough hold against your ass and the backs of your thighs.
“God, finally!” Someone from the back shouts, and suddenly there's a chorus of different cheers and boo's, the negative sounds clearly from those who now had to pay up.
Killer walks out and only takes a few steps before stopping and letting you down, though his hands on your hips remain in a slightly possessive hold.
“That seemed uncomfortable, can I carry you normally?”
You grin at his request and nod, your hands resting on his forearms with a soft, reassuring touch. He leans down slightly, the forehead of his mask meeting yours as he chuckles, “You seriously don't know what you do to me, do you?”
You glance up into his mask as best you can with a cheeky smile. “I think I'm starting to see…”
Killer gives a low, pleased hum at that, slowly leaning back. “You'll know soon.”
He then moves back enough to scoop an arm under your legs and holds you to his chest bridal style. You give a big grin at the dorky feeling in your chest and lay a hand on his pec as he begins the quick trek to the ship.
The second his boots meet the deck of the Victoria, he sets you down again and picks up your hand in his to lead you downstairs. You two walk past Boogie and Jaguar who share a look before Boogie gives a laugh and slaps Jaguar playfully on the arm a few times. “Pay up, Jag! I told ya!”
Your face turns tomato red at hearing that, though the squeeze that Killer gives your hand brings you back to him. “Did you know about the bet?” Killer casually asks as he takes you through the doors that lead upstairs to where the Commanders’ rooms were.
“Ah… not ‘til Hip and Emma spilled the beans literally seconds before you came over.”
Killer chuckles and gives a little shake of his head. “I'm actually impressed, those two did great keeping quiet until now.”
You repeated those words in your head a few times as he opened the door to his bedroom and ushered you in, closing the heavy door behind you.
“Wait, does that mean they knew the whole time?” You demanded lightly, an almost crazed huff of laughter leaving you. You opened your mouth to say something else, only to click it shut as your eyes took in the cozy and quaint room that belonged to your masked crush.
“Ah… I suppose I gotta fess up now.”
Your eyes moved from the very comfy looking, large mattress to a surprisingly shy looking Killer, hands resting on his hips as he clearly looks out the window above his bed.
“... Killer?” You ask slowly, confused though your heart raced a million miles a minute.
He gives a slight “tsk,” before admitting with drooping shoulders in an attempt at showing defeat. “I ah, I started the bet.”
The silence that fell over you deafened you, a roar in your ears like the worst tinnitus you'd ever experienced as his words echoed over and over.
“You.” Was all you could muster.
“... yes.”
After a few moments, you decided to take this with a grain of salt and joke, “So uh, how much money did we make?”
Killer's head snaps to you in shock, clearly surprised at the question. “How… much?”
You give a small, incredulous shake of your head with a grin and laughed, “Clearly you've made some pretty beri off of this, so you're obviously going to share with me! How much beri did we make?”
Killer stands stunned for a few seconds before he gives a barking laugh, offering the honest numbers. “Enough for us to have a few fancy dates before the logpose resets in two days, if you're up for it.”
You hum in delight, your hands clasped behind your back as you rocked back and forth from heel to toe. After a few moments of calm silence, you teasingly asked,
“So, you bet that I would… what, admit to you that I have a crush on you or something?”
Killer shakes his head, finally moving towards you again and gently reaches around to collect your hands in his own. “No. I bet that you would just be honest with me and tell me what I already knew.”
He gave a slight shrug and half-joked, “The others were the ones to make it seem like I wasn't aware of how you felt.”
Your face bloomed in reds again, your head spinning from how fast things seemed to move. “Oh god, you knew? For how long?”
Killer could see the confusion buzz behind your eyes and immediately began trying to soothe you, his hands moving to slowly caress your waist and hips as he mentions lightly, “Honestly, a pretty damn long time. I didn't believe it for the first while,” he hums a soft chuckle, teasing you with a truthful, “It was actually Wire that told me to ‘open my damn eyes and see what was right in front of me’. Kind of embarrassing to hear from him.”
Something changes in Killer's tone as he then sighs, kneeling down with his hands heavy on your hips as he looks up at you. You give a shaky laugh, shaking your head slightly as you begin to beg him to stand back up. He cuts you off as he begins,
“Lovebug, I can't give you the world.” You become still at his words, eyes burning as you stare into the painted ceramic. “I can't always surprise you, or buy you all the fancy shit you deserve. I can't always give you my time, or attention, but what I can give you is just… me.”
You tilt your head slightly as you croak softly, “Killer, I-”
“Lovebug, please.”
Your hands hold his helmet lovingly with a slight purse to your lips, patient in waiting for him to continue.
“I… you know, love isn't something the world ever taught us. The love we know, is the love I show for Kid, for this crew… but the love I have for you is… it's so fucking different.” He leans into your touch, as if your flesh could pierce through the ceramic and touch his own. “You came along and showed me that the love you hear about in fuckin’ fairy tales can be real, then you turned around and gave it to me, of all people.”
You gave a small laugh at that, murmuring a gentle, "You're ridiculous,” your tone soft and adoring as you give his right ‘cheek’ a soft pat.
“You showed this whole crew that sometimes being genuine and kind can be badass and punk as fuck; I can’t help but respect and adore the fuck out of you.”
Your usual gracious grin slides over your face, beaming at the praise. “Thank you, Kil.”
Killer shakes his head. “No, thank you, lovebug. You have brought a joy into my existence that I didn't think was possible for someone like me.”
You grin and lean down enough to press a kiss to the mask, right where you thought his lips laid. “Everyone deserves love, Killer. Even you,” you kiss him again. “Especially you.”
Killer finally rises to his feet and pulls you to him, arms around you like the safest blanket you'd ever been wrapped in. “... does this mean I still have to apologize?” You tease, hiding your grin in his chest as his hold tightens slightly and he replies lowly,
“Of course it does.”
The next few moments are a blur.
Rough hands undo thick jeans and shove them down before they meet your shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze before you understand the motions. You grin and kneel before Killer, hands and nails teasing up his thick thighs as you take in the monster that he hid in his pants every day.
“Goddamn, Kil,” you breathe, impressed and almost terrified of the sheer girth and width of his cock. It jumps in your face at the praise as Killer gives a slightly embarrassed chuckle.
You grin and collect him in one hand before leaning forward and giving his underside a long, wet lick. A moan rumbles in his chest as his head falls back, breathing already ragged as one of his hands rests on your head. “J-just like that, bug…”
Killer could only be impressed with how you were such a fast learner, his eyes nearly rolling back as you finally took him into your mouth.
Perhaps he didn't have to teach you much, after all.
rated ; 18+. porn with plot. cis!fem reader. mutual pining, first time together, p in v, squirting. came to me in a dream quite literally; i hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing ♡ self-beta'd, so sorry for any mistakes
"Do you always blush that hard when you stare at him?"
Your head snaps to the left so fast that you hear a rough click. With a low frown and a slight glare towards Ace, you bite out, "I am not blushing."
Ace lets out a loud laugh, sending prickles of irritation over your skin as you demand again, "I'm not!"
Ace almost cries with how hard he's laughing, one hand slapping the railing in unbridled glee. He eventually somehow chokes out, "Yes, you are!"
You cross your arms and turn slightly, leaning your hip against the railing so you were staring out at half the seas and half the ship. Some of the men were busy doing their daily duties, while some relaxed or played cards, uncaring to the usual behaviour from the Second division Commander.
"Aww, don't pout pretty girl, you know I love teasing you." You huff at the attempt of an apology, almost tempted to shrug off the comforting, warm palms that meet your bare shoulders.
Ace slightly swayed your upper body to and fro, looking up to where Marco was flying around in his Phoenix form; he could tell by how minutely your head was tilted that you watched as well. Ace was always impressed by the First Commander, and he knew you felt the same, which was no wonder your eyes wouldn't linger on anyone else but Marco.
He finally stops rocking you as he teases, "I think you should stop being a big baby and just tell him."
You snort and spare a quick glance at the supportive grin on Ace's face before you turn back to stare at the horizon. "And I think you should take a fucking shower."
Ace gives a faux surprised gasp, acting wounded as he grumbles, "You say that like you can't tell I showered this morning!"
You laugh this time, sending joy through Ace like a rollercoaster. It tingles and feels light over his flesh, like you had caressed him with soft touch. "Oh, I can tell, which is how I know you didn't use soap... weirdo." You turn enough to give him an exaggerated frown, waving a hand in front of your nose as you joke, "stinky."
Unbeknownst to anyone on deck, Marco kept his attention divided. As he floated around above, keeping his eyes peeled for any danger, he couldn't help but glance down at you and feel a prickle of jealousy at seeing the closeness between you and Firefist. While Marco had an inclination that you had some form of romantic attraction to him, he always second guessed himself the second anyone else came around you.
"You're fuckin' stinky!" Marco hears Ace loud and clear in the sky, his eyes snapping back to the deck to see Ace dig his fingers into your side. You shout in return, stepping away with slapping hands as you threatened to punch Ace with what tried to be an intimidating motion. It only caused Ace to laugh again, even as you ended up actually punching him in the arm. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud enough that Marco's incredible hearing caught it.
He couldn't help but smirk. 'Atta girl.'
"Marco!"
The First Commander sighs lightly with a shake of a his head at the tattling Ace as he shouts upwards.
"Marco! Marco, she's bullying me!"
You laugh again and Marco's beak only grins as he then dives back down towards the deck. He lands in a graceful burst of blue flames, covering a few crewmen and causing them to shout when cards and beri go flying over the well-loved wood. "Ah, my bad guys." Marco apologizes sheepishly, sratching his cheek in embarrassment as the men grumble their acceptance.
He finally heads up the stairs to where you and Ace are still slapping each other's hands away, him trying to grip and tickle your sides and stomach and you trying to pinch either of his nipples. "Stooop!" Ace barks when you get him good in the right one.
You can help but give a victorious whoop, a grin covering your face as you claim the upper hand and promise, "I'll do it again if you don't smarten up."
"And I'll put both of you in time out if you don't quit it, yoi."
Marco tries to remain firm even with that twinge of teasing in his tone, only to immediately falter as you turn to him with a bright smile. It genuinely takes his breath away for a moment, causing him to need to clear his throat as he adds lightly, "Though I don't think you'd be too upset about that, hmm?"
You give a cheeky chuckle while Ace continues pouting, hand covering his wounded nip. "I think she should be thrown in time out, regardless."
You childishly stick your tongue out at him and Marco is quick to firmly snatch your chin in his hand and squish your cheeks with his fingers. Your lips pursed outwards with a shocked, muffled squawk of surprise before a burning red creeps up your neck and face.
"You're being quite bratty today, yoi. Do you need a private lesson in respecting your Commanders?"
While you could clearly hear the teasing tone, his words sent a shiver up and down your back and settled deep in your belly with an aching warmth.
"Oou, I think she does!" Your hand swats out at Ace but it's quickly caught by Marco who simply raises an eyebrow at you. "Ground her, papa bird!"
You snicker at the stupid nickname and at Marco's unimpressed expression. He simply rolls his eyes and lets your hand and face fall from his grasp, turning to walk back into the ship. "Behave, I mean it, yoi." His parting words ring in your head and you can't help but ask, "but what if I don't want to?"
Marco stops. His hands twitch before he shoves them in his pockets, throwing a lasting glance at you over his shoulder as he promises, "Then I'll have to teach you how to behave."
He grins as a flush covers your face again and you splutter in embarrassment, spinning on your toes and turning back to stare out at the sea, ignoring the low chuckle that come from him before he walks through the door. Ace guffaws, nearing falling to the deck as you grumble and ignore the pointed stares from some of the men who caught the end of the conversation.
"Y'all sicken me." Grumbles one of the men who gets a response of laughter and teasing of jealousy, luckily taking the attention off of you.
"I really do think you should just tell him, babe." Ace tries again, leaning over your shoulder to stick his face in yours. You could count his freckles and almost taste his breakfast with how close he was. "Do it. Dooooo it. Do it, do it, do it-"
"Alright, alright!" You finally shout, physically having to shove Ace's head away. You could feel his grin under your palm like a mosaic. "I'll... think about it..."
Ace finally unclings himself from you and begins heading towards the same door Marco entered, clearly pleased with having bothered you to the point of admittance. "You should do it tonight at the party!"
You ignore his shout, absent-mindedly waving a hand over your shoulder for a second before you cross your arms and begin chewing on the corner of your bottom lip. 'Ah fuck,' you think to yourself, looking up at the sky and letting your eyes close as the sun washes over you. 'This is gonna be something...'
Music, cheering and dancing takes over the deck of the Moby Dick, cascading the darkness of the night in bright lanterns, fireworks and camaraderie. Excitement buzzed all around, including inside your system as you finished off your second grog.
"Already done two, lass? You're gettin' better and better every time!"
You laugh and rise from your chair to grab another refil, heading towards the back where the massive tankards sat. You raised your glass up to Pops when he notices you, grinning down at you with approval as he raises his personal tankard in reply.
"Daughter! I'm happy to see you letting loose, gurararara!"
You grin and refil your mug, raising it to him in a toast as you gleefully cheer, "Thank you, Pops! Are you having fun?!"
Your Captain and father-figure laughs again, raising his tankard high above as he agrees, "Any night with my sons and daughters is a blessed night! Long live my children!"
Everyone joyfully roars in response, your own voice cracking as you all shout "KANPAI!" in a cheers to Whitebeard. You chug back half your drink and whoop as someone throws an arm around your shoulder, their body leaning on you almost too heavily. You turn to see Ace, his hand quickly smashing his mug into yours with another cheers before finishing off his own drink.
"Oi! Did you do it yet?!"
You grimace as Ace practically shouts in your ear, his question rattling around your eardrum for a second before you shake your head and grumble, "No, not yet-"
Ace immediately shouts, unable to hear you. "What?!"
"Why not?!"
You give him an unangry snarl and grip him by his neck, playing fully choking him with a few shakes as you shout back, "No, motherfucker, not yet!"
He's immediately back in your ear.
You roll your eyes and give a loud, exaggerated sigh before pinching his side hard enough that he yelps and jumps back. "Because I'm not ready yet!"
"Not ready for what, yoi?"
Stuck in that heated moment, you don't even register who's standing there as you snap, "Not ready to tell Marco how I feel! Now can you guys just drop it until I've hyped myself up enough to do it?! Goddamn!"
You then turn to see Marco standing there with a slightly raised eyebrow, pink-dusted cheeks and a mug of his own. He blinks a few times, a slow, adoring smile washing over his lips as he tilts his head questioningly.
The only thing that comes out of you is an undignified sound of pure shock. "WHU-"
Silence rolls between the three of you until Ace begins to badly whistle, turning on his heel with a shout of, "Good luck, lady!" and a wave over his shoulder as he sneakily slides into the crowd of crewmen partying.
You stand there in horror for a few moments before Marco takes those last three steps closer, leaning over you enough to speak in your ear, "Would you walk with me?" He leans back enough to gauge your expression, his own hopeful and expectant.
You gently chew a small section of the inside of your bottom lip for a moment before giving a small sigh through your nose, nodding slightly as you motion with your head for him to follow you. You keep your head a little low, trying not to catch any light on your face, lest anyone see how tomato red you looked at that moment.
As you head down towards the sleeping areas, a warm hand suddenly curls around your own and gently tugs you down a different corridor, towards the Commanders hallway lined with large, heavy doors. You'd been down this way only once, to help a drunk Ace get back to his room. When you'd seen the state of his personal bedroom and caught a whiff of that particular sweaty man smell, you swore you'd never step foot in that room ever again.
Marco takes you past Ace's room and you end up at the very end of the hallway. Marco unlocks and opens the door, looking down at you with a sparkle in his eye as he offers, "Ladies first."
You give him a small grin and jokingly curtsey before entering the room. It's massive, simple and very much Marco. A large bed sits in one corner with a five drawer dresser, in the other sits a desk with piles of books, papers, his writing quill and inkwell. A bookshelf sits beside it, filled with books of all sorts, and small knick-knacks he collected or was gifted over the years.
You genuinely felt a wave of comfort rush over you as you take in every inch, trying to read his room as if it were an open book. As you mentally make notes, you hear Marco chuckle, "You seem surprised at the state of my room, yoi."
You turn with another small grin, tucking loose hair behind your ear as you reply, "No, honestly, not that surprised. You're meticulous and neat, I would never assume your room to be anything but."
Marco grins himself before taking long sip from his mug. You do the same with a small turn, walking towards the bookshelf and gently fingering over a few spines. "Oouu, what's this?" You pick out one book and open it up, ignoring the almost embarrassed splutter from Marco as he steps towards you. "Tender Nights With You? Well, well..."
Marco tries to take the book from your hand but you're quicker than him, placing your mug down on his desk in a safe spot where it would get bumped and knocked onto papers or the floor. You open the book, stepping back and reading a few lines.
"-she swore she could feel him inside her stomach, moaning and whimpering for him to keep going and send her over the edge-"
Marco swipes at you again before his own mug joins yours as he starts, "Oi, don't-"
Your face burns with a laugh as you continue, "and in the next moment, she sobs out his name, scratching down his back and leaving red lines of pleasure in their wake- Hey!"
The book is yoinked from your grasp right as the back of your legs meet the edge of his bed and you fall back, your breath leaving you as you meet the plush mattress. Your chest heaves slightly, breath ragged as you stare up at the clearly embarrassed Marco.
You try to sit up but a firm hand meets your shoulder and pushes you back down, firm yet not unpleasant. Marco's entire frame leans over you, one knee pressed into the bed beside your hip with his other hand resting beside your head. You barely hear a thump as he throws the book to the floor.
Marco clearly looks like he's fighting with himself internally, his mouth opening slightly to say something only to click shut. After a few moments, you slide a gentle hand up the arm beside your head, keeping your eyes on his as you give him a soft, supportive touch. His eyes soften, flickering between your own and your lips until he finally huffs out, "damn it all."
He's so quick in leaning down and capturing your lips in his that it takes a moment for your brain to catch up. Marco pulls away, looking defeated when you don't kiss him back. He stares at you before going to move away, only to stop as your hand reaches up and clasps around the base of his neck. Your fingers gently move up to run through the golden locks, taking them away from his eyes before they clasp behind his neck again and you pull him down. It takes no effort, and he sighs happily as you give him a proper kiss.
His hand moves from your shoulder to your face, cupping your cheek for a moment before moving it to hold the back of your head, his tongue shyly teasing your bottom lip and immediately brushing against yours as you let him in.
Whispered moans and hums escape both of you, until Marco pulls away to catch his breath. He rests his forehead against your own, his words dancing across your lips as he breathlessly chuckles, "Well, I suppose we can agree that we're on the same page, yoi."
You can't help but laugh at that, nodding slightly as you concede, "You can say that again."
Marco then removes himself from you, picking up the book from the floor and dusting it off before placing it back in its original spot. "I never took you for a romance kinda guy, Marco." You finally admit, slowly sitting up and watching as he fiddles with this and that on the shelf.
His silence worries you so you clarify, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you-"
Marco turns his head, cheeks tinted that bashful pink again. "Not upset, my girl. I ah... just need a moment."
You notice him shuffle the front of his pants and your face burns, though a grin washes over it as you tease, "Something you think I can't handle, papa bird?"
Marco stills and his eyes flash, a dangerous glow to them as he suddenly goes rigid. He turns his face back to the shelf and steadies himself on it, huffing to himself softly and gripping the aged wood in tight hands. He murmurs to himself, words you can't quite catch though you feel warmth spread over your body the same way you'd seen those blue flames cover his.
You watch his inner turmoil for a while before taking the plunge and taking the second step. In your mind, he was brave enough to take the first by kissing you, which meant the least you could do was tempt him further. You immediately began to undress.
Once you were ready, you took a deep breath and comfortably moved onto your knees, spreading your legs enough that you were now on complete display, every inch of you uncovered and willing. You crossed your arms loosely enough that they just covered your breasts, and when you finally looked up to call his name, you stilled in shock and slight fear.
Marco stood facing you, one hand covering the lower half of his face, his eyes wide and hungry as they take you in. Your eyes drift to the tent in his pants and your cunt flutters at the sight, desperate to have him fill you. Your mouth opens but all that comes out is his name, in a soft, pleading whisper.
"... Marco..."
Blue flames trickle over his skin in small patches - his shoulders, his hip, his leg, his hand - you would almost be worried if you didn't trust him and his devil fruit with your entire being.
"Tell me what you want." He finally demands, his hand slowly falling from his face. His cock twitches in his pants when your eyes glance at it again, and Marco almost snaps, "Tell me."
You look back to his face and with all honesty and desperation, you firmly demanded back, "I want you."
Marco is almost taken aback at your tone, watching with dark eyes as you let your arms fall and rest your hands at your sides. The way you laid yourself bare and desperate for him, only him, made his head spin. He didn't expect this, though he'd dreamt about it maybe too many times.
Something primal grew in the back of his head, aching and writhing, a thick, syrupy need seeping into his bones and rushing through his veins like a drug. The temptation to bite, mark, claw and claim ravaged his thoughts as he barks, "Say it again."
You huff as irritation washes over you. You didn't understand why he didn't believe you.
"I want you."
"Again."
"Marco!" You bite back, giving a shrug of confusion before you swear again, "I want YOU. Only you. Always you. It's always been you. You, you, you."
In a flash of blue flames, you're suddenly in Marco's arms, his lips crashing into yours. It was devastatingly desperate, needy and rough - one hand gripping your ass with the other buried in your hair, his tongue fighting with yours. You feel his flames tickle your skin and coat your flesh, surrounding you both in a gorgeous blue hue.
When he finally pulls away, he huffs at you with a grin, "I had to be sure, yoi." He immediately latches onto your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, pulling little whimpers from your lips. He manages to press you back, pulling your legs out so they could wrap around his waist, which you immediately caught onto. You realized then he was naked, feeling the bottom of his thick cock rest against your soaked core, his mushroom tip pressing against your clit.
"If I take you..." He starts, pressing kisses to your throat and chest. "You'll have me forever. You'll be mine, and I'll be yours, yoi." He sucks a small hickey onto your left breast before placing his face above yours. He watches with pleased eyes as you try to grind your core against him, but his hand on your hip keeps you from moving.
"Say it, love. Say you're mine. Say it." There's almost a beg to his words as he coaxes them to you, finally giving his hips a heavy grind into your gooey cunt and clit. Your back arches as the pleasure runs over your flesh, feeling as if the flames that littered your bodies enhanced the euphoria.
"M-marco," you whimpered, your eyes on his as he gives a small grin. "I'm yours," you finally get out, eyes rolling back as his tip slides down and teases your entrance. "Please, p-please Marco-"
Marco claims your lips again, finally giving you a little taste with a slow and aching entrance into you. You moan into his mouth, hands clinging to his back and raking harsh lines over his back. He pulls away with a laugh, grinning down at you as he finally fills you all the way, taking your breath from your lungs. "Cheeky girl," he praises, taking himself out to the tip and thrusting back in.
"Would you believe me if I told you I read it in a book?" You breathlessly joked, chuckling along as Marco shakes his head slightly.
"Must be a good book, yoi."
He thrusts in again and agin, the thick stench of sex already filling the room as he finally takes what he knew was always his. "My girl."
You grin at the petname. "I think I'm in love with you," you admit with a dreamy look, staring up at the man you never thought you'd have. Marco's rhythm stutters and stops, his cock nestled inside you as he leans over you face to face. He peppers your face with butterfly kisses, pulling a soft chuckle from you as you gather his cheeks in your palms.
"You don't know how long I've loved you for," Marco expresses genuinely, laying everything out on the metaphorical table. He moves his head in your hands and places a few kisses to the palm of one before he continues, "I thought I wouldn't get the chance to tell you. That maybe I was seeing and hearing things wrong, that you didn't want this old sailor."
You roll your eyes, giving his one cheek a few pats as you remarked, "Marco, you're 40, that's not old." He kisses you, silencing you even as he pulls back with a soft, "Hush, let me finish, yoi."
You sigh but obey, remaining silent.
"You came onto this ship and as ridiculous as it sounds, I believe it was love at first sight." You give him a loving smile, gently running a thumb over his chin and stubble. "You looked at me and shook my hand, and I swear I could hear a choir in my head, yoi."
You leaned up and pressed a few kisses to the side of his mouth before kissing him fully. "I had to have you," he murmurs against your lips, kissing you over and over until you fell into a fit of giggles. He grins adoringly at you, like you were the sun to his moon, shining your light so bright that he could save some for himself and shine along.
"You showed me that true love was a real concept, and that we deserve to be together."
You nodded, smiling lightly as you agreed, "We do. And we will, forever."
Marco hums, pulling back enough to look down at you. You blush deeply as he admires every inch of your skin, every scar, every imperfection that bothered you only made him crave you more. "I love you," he breathes, his eyes finally looking to your face. "And I'm going to make sure that everyone on this ship knows."
He sits up and grips your hips, angling your lower body with his immense strength before his hips begin to piston into you, trying to find that little sweet spot. You moan loudly as every inch of him stretches you, feeling every twitch, every vein, every throb that just made you want more. When his tip hit a spot deep that pulled stars over your eyes, you almost sobbed his name, your hands on his forearms as if to steady yourself.
"Ah, there she is, yoi. Just beautiful," he continues to praise you, his cock grinding against the same spot over and over until your eyes roll back and suddenly you're soaking him, liquid splashing between your bodies until you felt the pressure rise into an ache. With nothing left, you slumped with a moan, your grasp loose as Marco chuckles lowly.
"Such a messy girl," he teases, rolling his hips slower into you but never stopping. "Think you can give me more, yoi?"
You shake your head with a whimper, too close and so desperate for him to fill you. "N-no, Marco please..."
Marco hums, giving you a teasing somber look as he asks, "You're already so close to the edge, aren't you my girl?"
You nod a few times, grinding your hips up into his. He groans softly, eyes falling shut as he feels the temptation to chase his own high. "G-give it to me, then," he declares, leaning back over you to roughly kiss you. "Give it to me."
You could have sobbed in bliss at those words, his voice low and demanding like you always imagined. No amount of self pleasure or wet dreams could ever amount to how you felt right now.
"Im so close, s-so close, Marco please," you beg, tears springing in your eyes at the intense pleasure that felt like you were a firework ready to explode. He silences your begging with a kiss and a bite to your bottom lip, ripping you over the edge and sobbing out a moan as you throb around him, sucking him in.
Marco moans in your ear as he thrusts harshly a few more times before he sighs your name, your bodies clinging to each other like a lifeline. His cock fills you with thick, sticky heat, feeling his member twitch as he empties everything into you. His hips slow their assault as a wave of exhaustion slips over you both.
When your legs begin to shake, you unlatch your ankles and let them fall to the bed, the sight almost comical. Marco slowly leans back and he immediately creates larger flames, his hands soothing over your aching legs and hips. He gives a soft "tsk" as he takes in the fingerprint shaped bruises that slowly begin to show, the bite marks and hickeys that create a picture that could be mistaken for a star map.
"Such a pretty sight, yoi," Marco admits as he pulls his fingers from you and moves away from the bed to grab a clean cloth from the dresser. He returns and immediately begins cleaning you up, murmuring gentle praise when you wince and moan softly. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, love."
He then slowly pulls out, unable to stop himself from widening your cunt a little to watch as your mixed essence spills from you. A prideful smirk comes over his face and he greedily tried to shove it back in with two fingers in, grinning at you when you whine and writhe under him.
You grin in response, giving weak two thumbs up as you dazedly chime, "Don't even worry about it." Your hands fall back to the mattress as you sigh happily, "totally worth it."
Marco laughs, shaking his head slightly as he finishes cleaning you and himself up. Once the cloth was thrown into his dirty laundry basket, he crawled into the bed and gathered you in his arms, laying your head on his chest with an arm around his middle and a leg tucked between his own. He presses a few kisses to your head, one of his hands gently tracing random shapes over your back and running through the ends of your hair.
"Will you stay tonight, yoi?"
You look up as best you can and grin tiredly, clinging to Marco a little more as you yawn out, "You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."
Marco contains his excitement by giving a simple hum, the sound more than pleased. He presses a few more kisses to the top of your head before letting his eyes close, enjoying the light breeze that blew in from the window above his bed.
"We can move your things into this room tomorrow, then."
You give a tired hum of your own, sleepy and comfortable. "Okay baby," you lazily reply, sending tingles over Marco's skin. He couldn't believe how precious you were, and that you chose him, of all people.
For years he genuinely believed that he would be as he was, Commander and doctor for Pops, living life day by day, only to have all that crash down the second you appeared with that smile on your face.
And now, as he finally drifted into that nothingness, his last thought, as always, was of you; though this time knowing he'd get to wake up to you just like this.
Killer isn't sure if he's still the same. You try to convince him that he is.
"Tell me you love me."
You're straddling your usually masked lover, staring down at him as he grins up at you with that now permanent smile. You'd begged him to come away with you, away from the cheering and partying that still echoed loudly around outside.
"You know I love you."
Killers large hands rest on your hips, his thumbs pressing circles into your flesh, more to ground himself than you.
"Why do you love me?"
Your hands splay over his chest, slowly moving upwards until you're cradling his face. You lean down slightly and press your lips to his purple ones, causing his eyes to slide shut as he sighs into your affection.
You pull back after a few moments, staring directly into his watery blues as you reply, "I love you because you're my soul mate. I love you because you exist." You kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you because you fill my life with reason."
There's a shine in Killers eyes that hadn't been there before. You made sure to keep that to yourself. "I... I fucked up-"
You silenced him with a kiss, moaning softly into his mouth when his tongue slides against yours. Tears slide down the creased corners of his eyes as he kisses you back, not wanting the moment to end.
"Stop thinking about the past," you demanded lightly, murmuring in his ear. "You can't change it. You can only move forward."
Killer sobs. He inhales the scent of your hair, your throat, your entire being as he clings to you. "I can't do it," he chokes, trying to memorize the sound of your voice comforting him.
"I love you," you say, your breath warm against his ear and cheek. He swears he can taste the peach perfume you always wear. "I love you. I don't care what you did, I care that you came home."
Killer continues weeping, until a familiar prickle begins at the base of his neck. "No, please, no not yet," he begs, his hands roaming your form with his lips pressing everywhere he could reach.
"I love you," you say again, holding his face once more. His vision blurs as your touch disappears and the last thing he hears is, "but you have to wake up."
Killers eyes snap open and his gaze meets the half broken roof of the inn he fell asleep in. The partying had slowed, but still continued, though not nearly as crazily as earlier. When the realization that he was alone finally kicked in, his already aching eyes began to burn once again.
He sighs and throws an arm over his face, and suddenly he's enrobed in the scent of fresh peaches. Clutched in his shaking hand was your torn and bloodied shirt, a favourite of his that he'd picked out for you when you first gotten together.
And now, it was the last piece of you that he had.
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Killer isn't sure if he's still the same. You try to convince him that he is.
"Tell me you love me."
You're straddling your usually masked lover, staring down at him as he grins up at you with that now permanent smile. You'd begged him to come away with you, away from the cheering and partying that still echoed loudly around outside.
"You know I love you."
Killers large hands rest on your hips, his thumbs pressing circles into your flesh, more to ground himself than you.
"Why do you love me?"
Your hands splay over his chest, slowly moving upwards until you're cradling his face. You lean down slightly and press your lips to his purple ones, causing his eyes to slide shut as he sighs into your affection.
You pull back after a few moments, staring directly into his watery blues as you reply, "I love you because you're my soul mate. I love you because you exist." You kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you because you fill my life with reason."
There's a shine in Killers eyes that hadn't been there before. You made sure to keep that to yourself. "I... I fucked up-"
You silenced him with a kiss, moaning softly into his mouth when his tongue slides against yours. Tears slide down the creased corners of his eyes as he kisses you back, not wanting the moment to end.
"Stop thinking about the past," you demanded lightly, murmuring in his ear. "You can't change it. You can only move forward."
Killer sobs. He inhales the scent of your hair, your throat, your entire being as he clings to you. "I can't do it," he chokes, trying to memorize the sound of your voice comforting him.
"I love you," you say, your breath warm against his ear and cheek. He swears he can taste the peach perfume you always wear. "I love you. I don't care what you did, I care that you came home."
Killer continues weeping, until a familiar prickle begins at the base of his neck. "No, please, no not yet," he begs, his hands roaming your form with his lips pressing everywhere he could reach.
"I love you," you say again, holding his face once more. His vision blurs as your touch disappears and the last thing he hears is, "but you have to wake up."
Killers eyes snap open and his gaze meets the half broken roof of the inn he fell asleep in. The partying had slowed, but still continued, though not nearly as crazily as earlier. When the realization that he was alone finally kicked in, his already aching eyes began to burn once again.
He sighs and throws an arm over his face, and suddenly he's enrobed in the scent of fresh peaches. Clutched in his shaking hand was your torn and bloodied shirt, a favourite of his that he'd picked out for you when you first gotten together.
And now, it was the last piece of you that he had.
