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Active WIPs:
A Truly Mythological Christmas - Current Chapter 27 - Hallmark style AU with a twist or two.
Brat Tamer - Current Chapter 4 - Same AU/timeline as Hey Doll. Izou meets his (second) match and you're trying to get out of the system.
Solicitude - Current Chapter 13 - dark Victorian AU that is not for the faint of heart.
Completed Titles and one-shots:
Hey Doll - 32 Chapters - For as long as you can remember, there has always been The Plan™. Every part of your life is controlled by it, and you do your best to fill the role set upon your shoulders. When you finally receive your Matchbook, and your parents' joy, you feel relief.
Magic Trick - Marco x Reader - One shot.
Birds of a Feather - 36 chapters - Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?
Sing for Me - Marco x Reader - One shot.
Tea Ceremony - Marco/Izou/Thatch/Ace/Reader - One shot.
Just Like Fire - 27 Chapters - You're the blood sister to Sabo, and you get along with your parents as well as Sabo does. After graduating college you move in with your brother and his two "brothers", in a nice house a few islands away from the reach of your family back in the East Blue.
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If you're a fan of the Whitebeard Pirates, you should check out this fic!
Even if you're not a big fan of OC stories (I say realizing this is heavily an x reader kind of blog), I think you'll still REALLY like this.
The vibes of the canon characters are incredible, and the OC is Super Interesting too! But the interactions between the WBPs is just perfect as far as I'm concerned!
The understandings, the misunderstandings, the attempts, the apologies, the EMOTIONS
Set in the same AU as Hey Doll, but you won't have to read that one if you don't want to, but events in that will be referenced in this one. I promise though, you won't get left in the dark by the end of it ^_^
Izou/Fem!Reader
CW: fake brat taming, real brat taming, sexual brat taming, slice of life but the tea will be spicy and if I get my way there's going to be so much shibari.
Tag: @mfreedomstuff
Chapter 5: My way
You were supposed to meet Izou at his father’s manor mid-morning. Early enough to enjoy a brunch before touring three of the gardens, after which there would be a late lunch and tea before touring several more. This was the plan for nearly each day, mostly to fit at least 10 gardens per visit, and also to be able to tour all the gardens prior to moving in together.
Since you’ve been living with your parents, the decision was made to have you move into the apartment Izou was renting. You were already certain that moving in was something you wouldn’t be able to avoid, but that was no reason to make the two weeks leading up to it easy.
As such you were nearly two hours late getting to the manor, and had eaten prior to your arrival.
“My apologies, the offer of brunch slipped my mind.” You’re doing your best to sound honestly apologetic. You might have been late on purpose, and Izou might know you were late, and full of food, on purpose, but his father wasn’t too far from the foyer, and other brothers seemed to be milling about.
This was a cold war, after all.
“I got into studying and lost track of, well, everything.” You clear your throat, trying to at least sound embarrassed about it.
“… It’s quite alright,” Izou says after a moment. You could physically see him struggling to police his tone, and when he smiles it almost looks sincere. “We can begin with the tour, there’s a lot of gardens to cover over the next two weeks.”
When Izou offers his arm this time, you take it. The walk through the manor is quiet between the two of you, leaving you to smile and wave a little to each sibling you both walk by on your way to the gardens. You would’ve asked for introductions, if you meant to stick around, but you didn’t want his family to get used to you either.
“Perhaps next time you could let me know that you’ll be late.” Izou says quietly when you’ve cleared the back porch and are safely out of ear shot of anyone else.
“Unlike you, who can set his own hours, I’m at the mercy of the university.” You lament. “It’s difficult to schedule around that.”
“You’re taking two classes.” Izou’s tone is dripping with disbelief. You can nearly hear him asking you directly if you’re lacking the capacity to manage two classes.
“Indeed, and I’m three weeks out from finals, so I have a lot of end of semester projects and studying to do so I don’t fail those finals. You’re not so rude as to cause your match to fail her finals, I’m sure.”
“… I’m not, but the same sweet little brat is also the one who wanted to see all the gardens.” His grumbling is subdued, but it’s still there. “And all before she moves in with me.”
“I’m sure you’re just as happy to be able to boast of your siblings as I will be to receive the tours.” You assert.
“I’m certain my joy in boasting will far outweigh your delight of the tours.” He retorts.
“Give me some credit,” you huff. “This is the most I’m going to learn of your family, I am truly delighted to see these gardens.”
“You…” Izou stops himself, sighing to shove away the question on his own lips. Asking you why you wanted a rematch was only going to get him the same answer as before. He could guess the reasons for it, there were certainly plenty reasons that wouldn’t have anything to do with him.
But that wasn’t his concern for right now.
“This is Fossa’s garden,” Izou begins, showing you into a space that looks like it came out of a magazine titled Home And Garden Warfare.
It had a surprising cottage core feel, but it also felt less like a garden and more like a bunker. All the plants were large and hardy. Sunflowers, elephant grass, joe pye weed, giant lily, hollyhock and boltonias. Anyone coming into the garden was easily the shortest thing in the garden.
But everything was placed well. There were butterflies and bumblebees attracted to the strong, tall flowers, and it was almost a canopy effect, keeping them away from you and Izou.
“He’s seven foot,” Izou says, explaining at least some of why the garden was the way it was. “And quite broad-shouldered, even so he can easily disappear in this garden when he wants too. Each individual one isn’t very large, but well…”
“Even elephants can be a little difficult to spot in elephant grass,” you admit. It was impactful, much like Izou’s garden, if not for completely different reasons. If nothing else the tour of the gardens wasn’t going to be boring.
Brocca’s garden was a well-organized and colorful display of tulips, ranunculus and carnations. Ivy and lilies of the valley filled out the spaces between, but the space itself was centered around a simple gazebo. It was elevated just a couple feet above the garden itself, with a small stone table and some wicker chairs.
“This might be the best place to read I’ve ever seen.” You admit, stepping into the small gazebo and enjoying the view of the flowers from the new height. “Oh, it looks even better from up here.”
“That was the point.” Izou explains. “Bocca would tell you she enjoyed peace and quiet, but the truth of the matter is that she’d get annoyed by too much noise and start a fight herself. So it was better to just come out to the gardens.”
The two of you made it through six more gardens before stopping to have dinner. The last couple gardens it was becoming easier to irritate Izou, and you’d started calling flowers by the wrong name when you realized he was getting hungry enough to be irritable. It wasn’t until you insisted that ranunculus’ were just deeply colored carnations that he caught onto what you were doing.
You’d almost gotten him to raise his voice, and that was an irritation that stuck with him even while the two of you ate.
Despite there having been others around when you arrived, no one was around while the two of you ate.
“I expected it to be almost impossible to have some privacy here.” You admit. The dinner provided was delicious, though Izou had admitted to simply reheating something someone better at cooking than he was had made.
“Most of my siblings have married and moved out,” he explains. “The youngest are either at boarding school, or university, and the few others left have given us space at my request.”
“Oh?”
Izou looks at you. There’s something in his expression that makes you feel uncomfortable, but he doesn’t let it linger.
“If you have your way, it would be easier, wouldn’t it?” He prompts.
“… It would.” You take another bite, but the weight of it is sitting too heavy on your mind. “Does that mean -.”
“I’m not going to request a rematch.” Izou cuts in smoothly. “Unless you want to tell me why you want one.”
“That would require a good deal of trust.” You answer icily. “Even if I tell you, you’re not going to grant a rematch, are you? It’s easiest to do it before we move in together, but if you won’t agree to it, then that means there’s something stopping you.”
“How can you be that sure? What if I’m simply hoping to work this out?”
You roll your eyes. “You’re a beautiful man, with an obscene amount of wealth and support, and your own successful business. They’ll make sure your 3rd match is perfect. There’s no reason for you to put up with me.”
“I’m your third match.” Izou points out. It takes a moment for his implication to sink past your current irritation, but you can see the mischievous smile slip along his lips. “All that extra effort to make sure your third match is successful, that would mean I’m per—.”
“Absolutely not!” Your flustered state causes the words to come out louder than you mean, but your embarrassment is quickly becoming anger. “Don’t be so full of yourself. If you were perfect for me you would’ve fulfilled my request when I first asked.” Gathering up your napkin you toss it onto the table.
“I like nothing about you, least of all this game between us. Even your name is distasteful to me, I refuse to say it.” Standing up you put a hand out to stop Izou from getting up. “I know my way out, don’t bother. I’m going to get what I want at the end of this, not through pity from you, but with my own two hands.
“No one else has ever stood by what I wanted for my life, I’m not going to trust some stranger to suddenly be on my side, especially not you.”
Your goals had been your goals for years. Support from your parents would have resolved everything, and you got nothing instead. A pat on the head and a reminder that they were supporting you by even allowing you to attend college.
As though it was some massive favor on their part to restrict your class hours. You would’ve been done with your degrees by this point if your family had worked with you. If Izou brings up that you want a rematch, and are working toward forcing him into one, you don’t know what they would do.
They do love you, in their own way, and you know that much, so it’s not like they would let you end up in prison over it. Being cast out of your family might eventually get you where you wanted to go, but it was more likely that they would remove you from college, and keep you under lock and key until the wedding day.
“Thank you for the tours and the food.” You walk away without looking back at him. “I’ll be on time tomorrow, since I lost my temper today.”
It’s a couple minutes after you leave before someone joins Izou at the table. Haruta sits quietly, not watching Izou or anything in particular for a good while until his brother finishes eating.
“You have enough to do, don’t you dare.” Izou says simply, and Haruta grins.
“Are you going to grant her request once things are done?”
“… Probably.” He might as well resign himself to the eventuality
Haruta’s eyes go wide. “Oh.”
“Oh? What do you mean, oh.” Izou’s gaze is sharp and Haruta does nothing but grin.
He raises his hands in surrender. “I might be busy right now, but after the wedding I’ll have more time. There’s lots of ways to delay the process, I bet I can get you at least five years.”
“Doll said yes?” Izou questions and Haruta nods.
“Gonna check that wrist soon, and I think next weekend it’ll happen.”
“Next… weekend.” Crossing his arms on the table, Izou puts his head down, groaning.
“S’when you two will need to move in, huh?”
“Mmhm. I can’t miss my brother’s wedding, I can’t tell my match that’s what it is, and I can’t believe I’m going to leave her on her own her first day in my apartment.”
“Thatch an’ Doll would forgive you.”
“I know, but I want to be there.”
“You could explain all this.” Haruta prompts, and Izou looks at him with such a disdainful expression he laughs. “What’s she going to do? We’re Pops’ sons.” He shrugs as if that says everything and Izou supposes it does.
“Maybe she’d trust you with her reason for wanting a rematch if you told her.” Haruta adds.
“That’s a big maybe.” Izou sighs. “I think I understand her reluctance to share specifics. Whatever her reason I could use it against her, and while we could weather whatever she may try, I’m still reluctant to put that weapon in her hand.”
“You could already hurt her by telling her parents.” Haruta points out. “You don’t need to know specifics.”
“We did agree to keep it between ourselves.” Izou replies, waving away the look on Haruta’s face. “The concern isn’t family, I think she’s worried about the legalities.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want kids.”
“… Delays won’t solve that.” Izou sighs.
It was just two days. Three, technically, since he’d received your book, and two days since he met you face to face. He shouldn’t care if you wanted a rematch. The fact that you started everything off with that request was enough he should be able to just walk away once everything was stable between Thatch and Doll.
No one who was sane fell for someone who wanted nothing to do with them.
“Well, you can’t do anything about something you don’t know, so just focus on getting through the next few days.” Haruta offers, cleaning up the plates and clearing the table for Izou.
It was going to be the longest few days of his life.
Bouquet… you have single handily turned me onto Vista like opened my eyes and everything! How did I miss such a man 🤨 All your writing makes me giggle and kick my feet so who better else to ask then YOU to continue to fuel the Vista obsession. Mayyybee sumn like constantly teasing/flirting to try and get reactions? If you could be so kind as well(if up for) to add my beautiful wonderful Mihawk as well? I think I might have a type 🧍♀️
i'm soooo so so happy to be converting more people ♡ and i'm so touched by your compliments ! thank you thank you ♡
sorry it took me a minute to write this !! and sorry i didn't have inspiration for Mihawk... i hope you enjoy this little drabble !
[sfw ♡ fluff ♡ fem!reader ♡ beach day]
A Mean Tease
You always get bolder when you’re slightly inebriated, your cheeks reddened and your eyes glossy as you give Vista the most charming smiles. He knows he shouldn’t take any of that too seriously, you’re drunk after all, it’s just the party and the alcohol getting to you… But still… It always happens, and you only ever get that flirtatious with him… Surely that has some weight, no matter what he tries to tell himself.
The swordsman steadies you with a careful hand at your shoulders when you laugh a little too hard at Haruta’s joke and almost fall off the bench. Vista smiles when you lean into him, but your seductively slurred words fluster him once more, for the umpteenth time this evening.
“What would I without you, handsome?” you say quiet enough for just his ears to pick up.
Your delicate hand glides around Vista’s lower back and he tenses up a little, unaccustomed to such intimate and bold touches from you. His cape is keeping you both hidden, Haruta’s attention is on Ace again, and it briefly feels like Vista has you all to himself. Your fingers gently brush his side while you take another sip of your drink, and he almost embraces you.
But Vista needs to remember you’re only teasing him, flirting because you’re drunk, and for no other reason. You’re a mean flirt, Vista thinks to himself while you giggle up at him, finally withdrawing your hand from under his cape.
Instead of returning your hand to its initial position on the table, you place it on his thigh next, and almost make Vista jump off the bench.
Definitely a mean flirt, and a horrible tease, and a brat.
But when your pretty eyes find his and you smile almost bashfully, so beautiful in the low light of the Moby’s mess hall, Vista just can’t be mad at you.
It’s even harder to be mad at you when you get in a teasing mood at the beach, your wet little bikini sticking to your skin as you make your way to his side, in the shallow water. There’s mischief all over your face and Vista knows he’s in for it.
“Thatch got you cocktails already?” he asks before you can say anything, certain you’re tipsy, as always.
You surprise him when you shake your head with a wide grin.
“I finally have some free time outside of dinner hours,” you reply happily. “Saw you enjoying the waves and wanted to join you.”
Vista suddenly feels self-conscious, exposed in ways he normally doesn’t when he’s wearing his swimsuit. You poke his side, making him jump a little, and giggle at his reaction. So you’re like this when you’re sober too? And even though Haruta and the others are playing beach volley a few yards away, you decided to come to Vista, again?
“Wanna head out for a little swim?”
You’re tying your hair back, still smiling wide, looking as pretty as always and standing way too close to him, and Vista can’t say no to you.
“Here, since you’re a better swimmer,” you start in a teasing tone, “why don’t you carry me for a bit? At least until we’re in open water.”
Before he can respond, you’re tugging at his shoulders to get him to bend down, and Vista obliges you, mostly so he can cool down in the water. You could have simply walked around him to climb on, but as always you stick as close to him as you can, grinning proudly as you glide around his shoulder and attach yourself to his back, your arms linking around his neck.
Vista feels you carefully adjust his hair so you don’t tug at it, and he shivers uncontrollably when your fingers caress his neck. You are such a horrible, mean, cruel tease… Don’t you know what you’re doing to him?
“Readyyy ♪♫” you announce in a happy voice, your legs kicking the waves playfully.
“How far off would you like to go, my lady?” he manages to ask in a tone he hopes responds well to your flirtatious words.
“You decide! I know I’m safe with you.”
You press your cheek to his shoulder when your say those sweet words, holding him just a little tighter, and Vista feels the need to dunk his head under water. He swallows thickly and tries to reply confidently, without exposing himself any more than he already is.
“You’re always safe with me!”
The swim would have cleared his mind a little, if you weren’t humming a cute tune and adjusting your body along his bare back after every wave that lifted you ever so slightly off of him. Vista doesn’t take you too far off, but he goes far enough that the noises of the beach don’t really reach you anymore, and it feels like you’re truly alone now.
You thank him and prop yourself up on his shoulders to kiss his head, and Vista wonders why he puts himself in those situations with you. He watches you swim around him, all happy and relaxed, and he knows the answer already. It’s just hard to admit how deeply he loves you, when he knows this is only fun to you…
“See? I don’t need cocktails to have a good time with you! Whatever gave you that silly idea?”
“Well,” Vista hesitates. “You only come to me whenever we’re partying, and there’s always drinks of some kind involved.”
He catches up to you with a single stroke of his arm and steadies you when a particularly large wave rolls beneath you both.
“Aww, do I not spend enough time with you?” you tease easily. “You’ll have to put in a formal request for Haruta to give me different hours, then. He’s responsible for my schedule. Unless…”
You swim even closer to Vista and grin wider as you catch his shoulder to give your legs a rest from treading water.
“I’m sure we could find a way for me to join your division instead!”
That wasn’t the conversation Vista has envisioned at all, and he has no idea how to navigate that particular topic.
“N-now, now, I can’t very well steal my brother’s best subordinate!”
The glimmer in your eyes tells Vista he’s in for another unexpected comeback, and you don’t disappoint him.
“You could challenge him. Duel him for me. That’s part of the rules, isn’t it?”
It is, and Vista’s thought about it frequently these past weeks. He just hoped these thoughts would remain private.
“I’d like to have more time with you than just at night or during parties,” you continue in a quieter voice.
“You’re killing me, little flower…”
The commander didn’t mean to say that out loud, and he feels his heart beat a little harder from anxiety. This back and forth you have now, this constant teasing, it’s as precious to him as it is painful, and he doesn’t want to risk losing it. Or risk losing you.
But you look so pleased with yourself and with his reactions, giddy to know you’re getting to him, and Vista, as always, can’t discern any malice in your beautiful eyes. You’re a tease, but you don’t mean to hurt him. He’s hurting himself by falling more and more in love with you.
Another large wave lifts you both high into the sky and you squeal on the way down, clutching his shoulder tighter for safety. You don’t say anything else for some time, seemingly happy to simply tread water and enjoy the surf with Vista, your attention turned to the endless ocean but your arm still wrapped around his neck.
“You really think I only come to you when I’m drunk?” you ask in a softer tone than usual, not meeting his eyes.
“It’s- it’s what I’ve observed.”
You’re pouting when you turn to face him and Vista almost feels bad for assuming such a thing.
“Half of the cocktails Thatch makes don’t have liquor in them.”
Vista splutters and you grin again. He tries to defend himself, tries to protect the idea that you only flirt with him when you drink, because the alternative has too many implications.
“How am I supposed to know that?! Besides, you’re always- always blushing and giggling and- teasing me!”
You laugh loudly at his indignant tone, oblivious to his inner turmoil.
“And just think of alllll the extra teasing I’ll do once I have more time with you!”
“You… You really- want that?” he asks hesitantly.
“Of course! I love teasing you!”
Damn it. Damn you. Vista sighs in aggravation and tightens his arm around your waist and clenches his jaw and you smile so bright it’s almost blinding, your entire face alight with satisfaction. You’re getting exactly what you want from him.
“Will I still be allowed to tease you when you’re my commander?”
“This isn’t decided yet-”
“Please challenge Haruta to a duel, please, please, please, I want to see you fight for meeeee~”
The swordsman is about to snap at you when you’re both caught off guard by the next wave as it rolls over you, and Vista has to dive under it so you’re not sent tumbling around in the water.
You emerge with a gasp, shaking your hair away from your face and fixing your hold around Vista’s neck, your legs kicking to stay close to him. Vista’s irritation is instantly washed away and he’s quick to steady you, already apologizing for his carelessness.
“Are you alright, little flower!?”
“Y-yeah!” you cough a little but you’re already giggling again. “I told you, I know I’m safe with you~”
Vista sighs heavily and surrenders to you, as always.
“Of course you’re safe with me.”
You grin proudly and shimmy your hips in his hold, your face closer to his than it’s ever been. It hits Vista all at once, as soon as he’s realized it, just how close you are to him. You’re both mostly bare, plastered together chest to chest, arms wrapped tight around one another, isolated from the rest of the crew… Never before, not even when you playfully danced with him, did you get this close to Vista.
You cock your head to the side a little and release one of his shoulders to swipe your fingers along his mustache, carefully fixing it and wiping the sea water away. The gesture is tender and intimate and nothing like your usual playful teasing, and the whiplash after all your mischief and the unexpected conversation is too much for Vista to handle.
Your lips are cool and salty and soft against his, and Vista’s hand perfectly cradles the back of your head as he finally snaps and kisses you.
He’ll blame his actions on the sun, the heat, dehydration, lack of sleep, old age, anything he can think of to hide the truth. That the real reason he couldn’t hold back anymore, and the reason he can no longer pull away, is because of how madly in love he is with you.
It has to be the reason he loses track of time as well, because one desperate press of his lips against yours turns into two, three, then deeper kisses, and he’s lost count but you’re not pushing away. You’re… kissing him back.
When Vista is finally able to take a proper breath and reconnect his brain to his body, he realizes you’ve grabbed hold of his hair and adjusted his face slightly to the side. Your tongue is gliding along his lips, teasing once again, flicking his tongue playfully, your nails are pressing into his scalp, and you moan softly when Vista’s hand tightens at your lower back.
The sound is enough to fully snap Vista back to reality, and he tries to pull away to apologize but you don’t let him. Your next kiss is far more passionate and confident and the way you pull his hair makes Vista groan and distracts him from everything that isn’t you.
Being dunked by a wave just as your tongues finally meet was not how Vista envisioned your first kiss going. Though to be fair, he never thought there would be a first kiss.
You’re coughing a lot more than when you got dunked earlier, and Vista is even more apologetic this time.
“I- I’m terribly sorry, I don’t know what came over me-”
The swordsman starts swimming back a little closer to the shore, carefully keeping you above the water, and calls your name when you don’t respond to him, worried.
“Do you really regret it?” you ask softly.
It’s a level of vulnerability he hasn’t seen from you very often, especially not around him. You’re always so confident in your mischief and flirting, but maybe… Maybe that was all a shield to hide the softness he sees in you now, pretty eyes unsure, reddened lips slightly pinched together, your back stiffer in his arms and your shoulders drawn in.
Vista sighs and smiles softly at you. You’ll drive him mad, he’s sure of it.
“No. I only regret not getting your permission first.”
You immediately perk back up at that, bratty and proud once more, releasing your lips to lick them as your eyes flicker to Vista’s.
“So does that mean I get to join your squad? Or will it be an issue if I’m dating my commander?”
Vista chuckles and shakes his head.
“Were you really just waiting for me to snap?”
“Duh. I put so much effort into it! You’re a tough man to break.”
“And here I was, wondering if you were just playing with me…”
You giggle and kiss him again and Vista sighs happily, still slowly making his way back to shore.
“You didn’t answer my question about joining your squad.”
“You just want to watch me duel Haruta…”
“Yes.”
Figuring it’s his turn to tease you, Vista grins and adjusts you in his arm.
“What will you do if I lose, hm?”
“You would lose? With me on the line?”
And as always you all too easily turn things around. Vista just can’t win against you. Unless…
“It depends what ‘dating’ would entail…”
You gasp and splash him lightly, making Vista laugh.
“Haruta is a fierce opponent!” he continues in a joking tone. “But if your heart is on the line…”
“Not my heart, silly, you already have that.”
Vista finds himself destabilized again, but instead of anxiety, now that he’s learning your feelings mirror his own, your flirtatious teasing fills him with joy.
“This would be about keeping me all to yourself~” you hum happily, giving him another light kiss. “And I would also get to watch you fight. I love watching you fight.”
“You do?” Vista asks softly, pulling you up on his chest to carry you back to shore faster.
“Especially when I know you’re not really in danger.”
“How long have you- felt that way?” he hesitantly asks.
“How long have I been teasing you?”
Your cool fingers glide along his collarbone and Vista chuckles again.
“All that turmoil for nothing…”
“Turmoil? Were you really suffering so badly?”
“To think that you were only teasing me for fun, whenever you got drunk, and that you had no deeper affections for me? I suffered tremendously.”
That had you cooing in sympathy, your hands cradling his jaw in a tender and comforting gesture.
“Then you’d better win that duel, so I can have all the time in the world to show you just how deep my affections go~”
Vista laughs and turns his head around to see how close they are, and where Haruta is. Knowing his brother, as soon as Vista brings it up, Haruta will want the fight to take place immediately. Which might work in Vista’s favor, given how much more experience the swordsman has when it comes to fighting on sand.
When Vista spots his brothers already pointing at you both and yelling excitedly as they notice the very obvious development in your relationship, he grins and kicks his legs a little faster.
“I have a feeling that duel might take place sooner rather than later,” the swordsman muses.
You squeal in anticipation and spend the rest of the swim back to shore trading gentle kisses with your lover, eager to watch him fight and eager to finally have more time to spend with him, already looking forward to all the ways you’ll be able to tease him.
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You know how there is food porn? I feel like in op world there should pineapple porn just Marco doing things. It's not called only fans it's called only pineapple or only phoenix.
Or depending on the theme he's going for.
Like oh today he's doing a talon session it's only phoenix. Then you hear slow sexy music and his blue talon is in focus. Maybe it has some accessories?
Like your throat...? (*ﾉ▽ﾉ*)
I like OnlyPhoenix because it still makes the F sound. 🤭
