#Kazieai

[quinloki]

Bird Bath

Commission for @kazieai

Marco/Reader/Thatch

Summary: What was supposed to be a relaxing couple of hours in the hot springs alone, turned into a relaxing couple of hours in the hot springs with company.

CW: fingering, oral giving and receiving, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, threesome, size difference, mdni

Stretching you headed to the open air hot spring. It was an hour or two from dawn, but that was the perfect time. The rest of the crew was passed out from the party, having drunk themselves into a stupor a half hour ago or so, and now you’d have the springs to yourself.

The village you were in was letting the crew stay at the springs for free after, by sheer luck, managing to arrive in time to save them from a convergence of disasters. Pops had stopped a tsunami, and Marco had held back an erupting volcano. Others in the crew had sent off pirates who were razing one of the other villages, and then everyone else had gotten to work putting out fires.

You’d spent the next couple of days helping fix crop fields and repair houses.

The island had been part of the world government alliance, but you were fairly certain they were going to step down voluntarily and redirect at least a portion of their Celestial Tribute to Pops. The jolly roger of the white beard pirates was certainly more of a deterrent in the new world than the threat of marines anyway.

Instead of trading out your terrycloth robe for a towel, you just walked through the space that divided the hallway from the springs. Taking off the robe, you weren’t worried about being naked underneath, and lazily piled the garment into a loose coil, setting it down by the pool’s edge before you slipped in.

The warmth of the water sank into your bones quickly, and you let out a satisfied sigh as you crouch down and put everything below your neck into the water. It’s been a long couple days taking care of the island and then partying afterward, this was bliss.

Quiet, solitary, bliss. No one else to-

You jolt as something breaks the water’s surface and you hear someone take in a deep breath. The small spout of water surrounding them rains down around you and the two of you look at one another in shared shock.

Thatch’s long hair was clinging to his neck and shoulders, the broad, hairy chest of his towering over you. The water was barely deep enough to his hips below the surface as he was standing before you. Somehow he managed to look much taller when he was naked.

“Eh?” He makes the odd sound before stepping back and nearly falling back into the water. “Shit! Sorry!”

“Sorry for what, yoi?” Marco calls out and you see him coming out from around a bend in the pool. The lantern light shifts over his tattooed chest softly, but the moonlight is glinting off his hair. “Oh.” He grins and moves a little closer. “I can’t imagine you mustered up the courage to join us. I bet you expected the springs to be empty, yoi.”

You look mutely between him and Thatch for a moment before nodding. “Yeah I - wait a damn minute.” You glare at Marco. “Whaddya mean ‘courage’?”

He gives you a bemused look, and you see Thatch’s face start to turn pink. “You aren’t exactly subtle, pretty bird.”

You feel the heat rush to your face, and look away from both of them. “… If I was so obvious, why not say something?” You grumble.

Marco moves easily through the water, coming up behind you. It almost feels like he’s cutting off your escape, but as you turn to face him, putting your back to Thatch, you know that if you wanted to leave, they’d let you.

“I’m saying something now.” He hums, leaning toward you slowly. When you don’t move away he leans down until his lips are by your ear. “Me an’ Thatch will take good care of you,” he promises. He’s so close, but he’s not touching you. Not yet.

“Whether you want that just for just tonight, or longer.”

The heat of his words against your skin makes you dizzy. You can’t think well, it doesn’t seem real. If it’s a dream there’s no reason not to indulge, and if it’s reality then Marco’s already given you permission.

“There’s…” You swallow, turning toward him slowly until you can barely catch the intense teal-blue gaze looking back at you. “No need to worry about… duration, right now, yeah?”

You can feel Thatch behind you as Marco straightens up. There’s no verbal answer to your question, but there doesn’t need to be. You stand up slowly. The water that’s at Marco’s stomach, the same water that’s barely keeping Thatch from being indecent, isn’t quite deep enough to hide your breasts from the night air.

They each place a hand on your arm, leaning down slowly until there’s soft, tender lips against your shoulders. A quiet sigh slips from your lips and they squeeze their hold on you just a little tighter, until they’re kissing at the crook of your neck sending sweet shivers through you. Their free hands move and they both start to fondle your breasts as they’re pressing heavier kisses into your skin.

“Ah! Fuck!” you gasp as the pleasure rushes into you and you grab onto Marco’s arms. Their hands shift, and Thatch’s big, calloused fingers are against your breasts, teasing your nipples with fervor. Marco kneels down in front of you, one hand wrapping around your torso and pressing against your back.

His gaze finds yours, hazy and heated, between the pleasure and the spring you’re just melting. Leaning in you move without thinking as he captures your lips, his fingers slipping between your folds at the same time. The soft hum in the back of your throat turns into a squeal of pleasure that Marco happily devours.

Thatch continues to tease your nipples and Marco doesn’t relent in fingering you, making you moan and squirm between them. Your trembling legs were grateful for the buoyancy of the water, steadying yourself against Marco’s arms, you let your legs float, suspending you between them.

Marco leans back and lets your sweet, breathless moans float between the three of you. The heat in your face, from the heat of the hands having their way with you, could care less about the warmth of the hot springs right now.

“Please, I’m gonna,” your words melt into a moan as Thatch leans in and begins kissing your neck.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmurs into your skin. “It’s okay if someone else hears you.”

“Caah-can’t, I can’t,” you gasp, your body shivering in the water enough to create waves between you. The sloshing of water heralds the sweat moans that follow as you cum between them. Thatch pinches your nipples a little more harshly as the pleasure crests and Marco curls his fingers inside you, making your body tense and tremble between them. It almost felt like an orgasm within an orgasm, though any noise was cut off in your throat, your body too tense to cry out.

Your first wet-eyed whimpering gasp is from Marco pulling his fingers out of you. He and Thatch are holding you above the water, even though your feet could reach the bottom, you’re not coordinated enough to bother right now.

Their hands move over your body under the water, bringing parts of you above the water for a moment so they press kisses into the shimmering damp places they want. Slowly you begin to return the actions, moving your hands over their arms and returning soft kisses whenever a part of them was close enough to your mouth for you to manage it.

Marco and Thatch moved you more than you moved yourself, but you were comfortable between them. After a few moments of petting and kissing you find yourself leaning against Marco’s chest as he’s leaning back into the water. The phoenix looks down at you with a soft smile, watching as you nuzzle into him, your hands on his shoulders. There’s been no rush in anyone’s movements since you came down from your first high, and he brushes a lock of wet hair back from your face.

“My fingers aren’t as smooth as Marco’s,” Thatch begins, his voice low and easy. You can feel his admittedly rough fingers moving softly down your back. “But I can make you sing just as sweetly.” He assures you.

Marco puts a hand between your shoulders, keeping you pressed to his chest as Thatch’s hands grip your thighs. He’s so much bigger than you that he nearly gets his one hand around your thigh all on its own. Lifting you up enough to bring your hips out of the water you barely have time to feel the cool air against your skin before his mouth is against your cunt.

Marco holds you as your back arches and your fingers flex against his shoulders, Thatch’s tongue pushing deep into your vagina. The rough hair of his goatee teases your clit randomly, and he’s turned his head enough to avoid sticking his nose in your ass. The revelation of it is more embarrassing than you expected, and your struggling to look at Marco.

“O-Over,” you whine, pleasure already starting to overtake you. “Let me turn over!”

Marco’s brows raise and he smiles. You can feel Thatch pulling away from you. “Oh? You want to watch him?” He teases, seemingly knowingly.

They’re turning you on your back before you can answer, and you’re suddenly even more embarrassed than you were before. Marco holds your back to his chest by cupping your breasts the way Thatch had been before, and he’s kissing the top of your head as Thatch lifts your hips above the water just enough to lick along your slit.

Thatch’s deep green eyes are nearly black in the dim flickering light of the lanterns around the springs’ edges, and he’s not letting go of his hold on your gaze as he pushes his tongue between your labia.

Slowly.

A tremble skitters down your legs as his tongue teases past your clit and pushes into your vagina. Your mouth falls open wider and wider the deeper he pushes into you. His tongue shouldn’t feel so long, and so thick, and once his nose nuzzles into your clit you suck in a heavy gasp.

Marco rolls your stiff nipples between his fingers while Thatch seems intent to devour you. Caught between them there’s little more you can do but shiver and moan from the pleasure. Your wandering hands end up finding Thatch’s hands against your hips, your fingers curling around one of his, giving you something to hold onto as the two slowly worked you up again.

“Listening to your song,” Marco husks, his voice rough and low. “Is even more of a pleasure than I imagined.” One of his hands slips away from your chest and disappears under water, but you can feel the flex of his muscles against your back. “Don’t hold back.” He murmurs, nuzzling against the side of your head and keeping your attention turned to Thatch.

Thatch’s originally intense gaze has gone a little hazy. Pink tinges his cheeks and his fingers flex against your skin. He looks like he’s getting drunk, and he shakes his head from side to side rubbing his nose over your clit, retracting and thrusting his tongue, twisting it inside your throbbing cunt. A deep hum rolls around in his chest and shivers through his mouth, sinking into your desperate body.

You can’t halt the steady dribble of broken moans and needy whines that fall from your lips.

“There you go, yoi.” Marco praises, his voice shivering in his own pleasure and you realize what he’s doing with the hand you can’t see anymore. “I’d suggest you thank him,” he muses, hot breath against your skin as his tongue flicks over the curve of your ear. “But I think he’s too drunk right now.”

“Drunk on… on what?” You gasp. Thatch shifts a little and starts rolling his thumb against your clit, pushing your legs wide and pushing his tongue a little deeper. “Ah—Shhhhhhhit!” The word hisses between your teeth until the orgasm washes over you and rips a deep, satisfied, and heady moan from your lips.

“Drunk,” Marco husks, a grunt cutting off his words as his hip bucks under the water. “On you, pretty bird.”

Thatch moans deeply, eyes nearly rolling back as he seems intent to devour the sweet slick of your orgasm, nearly riling you up for a second one before he pulls his tongue out. You roll beneath him as he licks long lines up your lower stomach.

“Sweeter than any dessert I could make.” He murmurs, placing soft kisses against your skin and pulling half-hearted giggles from you with the soft ticklish feeling.

“I don’t think you could put me on the menu,” you grin, pressed between the two of them again. Cradling Thatch’s face in your hands you pull him toward you for a warm kiss. He presses brief and soft kisses against your lips a couple times before kissing you deeply.

“A special menu then,” he teases, eyes shifting to Marco before he looks back at you. “One where you can decide who gets to order from it.”

You laugh at the idea, exchanging a few more sweet kisses with Thatch, and then Marco. The three of you slowly worked your way to the shallower part of the spring. No one seemed to want to let anyone get too far away and it made it a little slow going. The dark sky was beginning to give way to the first subtle signs of day, though proper sunrise was still some time away.

You can’t help where your gaze wanders as the two stand well above the water line. They’re both, perhaps a little dauntingly so, well-endowed. Marco’s not hard, but you’re pretty sure he got himself off in the spring earlier. Thatch is not only hard, but twitching in the cool air.

It seemed a shame to leave him like that.

“Thatch,” you point to the steps leading out of the spring. “Sit down for me, please.”

“Hm? Sure thing, sweetheart.” His questioning tone turns into a cocksure grin as he sits on the top step, little more than his feet and the backs of his thighs left in the water. He spreads his legs, seeming to know what you have in mind. Despite the bold move, you can see blush dusting his face.

You press your lips together, feeling more transparent than you intended, and step up until you’re between his legs.

“Oh?” Marco hums. “I thought you’d want to run away from the coming dawn.” He teases.

You can feel the heat rush into your face as you lean down. “It seems rude to make him wait longer.” You manage to say wrapping your hand around Thatch’s thick shaft and hearing him suck in a breath. Grinning up at him you pump your hand up and down a couple times. “I don’t think this will take long.”

“Me either.” Thatch agrees. A whimpered swear falls from his lips when you lean down and lick the tip.

“Don’t half-ass it just because he’s easy.” Marco says, grabbing your hips and shoving two fingers inside you without much warning. Gasping as you tip forward you end up with nearly half of Thatch’s impressive length in your mouth before your hands are on his thighs, steadying yourself.

Marco doesn’t relent in fingering you, making you moan against Thatch as you right yourself enough to suck on his tip. Using one hand to stroke him - you’re not going to take him completely into your mouth without a little prep and a lot of practice - you  can already hear his breath coming out hot and shaky. Leaning back, he sweeps your hair off to the side, giving himself a better view while you go to work.

“This is almost too lewd,” He husks, spreading his legs a little further.

“And yet,” Marco grins and Thatch can’t help but chuckle.

“I don’t want to scare her,” There’s a jovial tone in Thatch’s voice. You straighten up a little, giving him a look.

“I’m not a glass wind chime,” you pout. “You don’t scare me anyway. Big,” you squeeze his cock a little, “fluffy cook that you are.”

Thatch’s grip on your hair tightens and he holds you in place. There’s kindness in his eyes, but a lusty grin on his lips. “And yet I want to pull your hair and force that sweet little mouth down to my balls.” He explains and you can’t help the flush of need that rushes through you at the idea.

Sweet, gentle, and more pointedly, gentlemanly Thatch, doing something so crude. The idea of him being rough was more of a turn on than you expected. He tugs your hair enough to pull you into a kiss, the sudden, rough movement making you squeak into his lips, pulling your hand away from his cock.

Thatch pushes his tongue deep into your mouth, the action coarse and still sweet somehow. Even demanding as the action was, you knew you could’ve pulled free with little fuss. When he relents you suddenly remember to breathe, a single line of saliva connecting your tongues for a moment before the distance was too great.

“Puh… please.” You beg and he smiles, kissing you far more tenderly.

“One day,” he agrees, releasing his hold and leaning back again, leaving you to return to your task.

You try to deep throat him and realize you’re not going to get more than halfway down. Thatch doesn’t stop you, and doesn’t say anything when you give yourself a break and bring your hand back into things. He’s too long and too thick, but you were sure you’d be able to get plenty of practice.

Even with the interruption it only takes a couple minutes of effort to bring Thatch to the edge.

“Sw-sweetheart,” he stammers. “I’m close, I’m - gonna cum, if you don’t - oh hells.” At Thatch’s words you began to take more of him into your throat and there was nothing he could do but accept it.

“That’s beautiful,” Marco hums, pulling his fingers out of you and smacking your ass sharply. You squeal against Thatch’s cock and the cook swears, cumming down the back of your throat. Thick and hot you had to pull back a little to swallow, your hands pumping his shaft until he’s shivering and gently - but relentlessly - pushing you back until you release his cock with a soft pop from your lips.

“You’re almost as insatiable as Marco,” Thatch huffs.

“It’s not my fault all the birds of paradise in my collection have such sweet songs.” Marco grumbles.

“All?” You question as Thatch gets to his feet.

“Mm, a worry for later,” Thatch assures you. “Someone didn’t want to worry about duration tonight, right?”

You laugh, stepping out of the spring with the two of them. “No, I suppose not.”

“Speaking of,” Marco begins, picking up your robe and putting it around your shoulders. “There’s no one in our room, and Thatch doesn’t have to make breakfast for everyone else this morning, yoi.”

Thatch grins down at you. “You’re welcome to turn in now, if you want.” He offers. “But I don’t think we’ve had a chance to… properly sate you, princess.”

“Princess?” You raise a brow.

“Certainly,” Marco agrees, offering his elbow. “Won’t you let us give you the royal treatment for a while longer?”

.

.

.

Thatch was laying on his back on the futon, him and Marco easing you down over him. The swollen head of his cock was covered in lube, and slipping easily between your labia.

“We’ll lift you back up,” Marco promises as you lower your hips enough that Thatch was pushing into your entrance. “So relax.”

Nodding you sigh. “Yeah, y-yeah, I’m good - Ah!” Your cry is more pleasure and surprise than anything else, though they manage to hold you in place for a second while you adjust. The stretch was more than you expected, but once you’d left the hot springs, Marco and Thatch had spent almost twenty minutes slowly working you open.

It wasn’t your first time, but Thatch was big in a lot of ways, and it wasn’t just him that was going to be inside you. The toy plug in your ass wasn’t going to be in there much longer, but first you wanted to make sure you could even take Thatch completely. If you bottomed out before you even got halfway down then you’d have to readjust the positions everyone was in.

“Poor Thatchie,” Marco teases. “Always having to be so careful.”

You squirmed, pulling up a little before settling back down further. “It feels… so good though,” you gasp, rolling your hips up again and then sinking down further. Thatch is holding onto your hands, though your fingers barely make it past his palms, but it’s giving you leverage. Marco’s hands are at your hips, helping you move since your feet are barely reaching the futon.

You sink lower and bite your lower lip to keep from crying out as the heads of his cock nuzzles into some sweet spot inside you. With a satisfied sigh you sink the rest of the way, surprising the two of them as your thighs rest flush against his hips. Marco has a hand over your mouth just as you cry out in pleasure. You hadn’t cum, but it still felt so good.

“Worried about being overheard now?” Thatch questions and Marco shrugs.

“I didn’t know if it was going to be pleasurable or painful.” He admits, leaning down and kissing against your shoulders. “You’re incredible, pretty bird, taking him in like that.” His hands slips around your hip, moving toward your clit. “You can cum like this with a little help, if you want.”

You make a noise, you can’t say no, but you’re almost afraid to say yes. It feels greedy when you’ve cum so many times already. Thatch squeezes your hands and you manage to nod as Marco’s fingers tease your clit.

“Don’t worry,” Marco purrs against your skin. “You’ll cum with both of us inside you soon.”

You lean back into Marco, fingers trembling against Thatch’s hands as the pleasure builds inside you quickly. Every twitch and shiver of your body creates an embarrassingly wet squishy sound from all the lube, but the pleasure that’s starting to overtake you is enough for you to not care.

“F-fuck,” you gasp, your hips jerking under Marco’s fingers. The first division commander moves with you, not giving you a moment’s respite as the orgasm rips through you. Thatch grunts as you cry out, throwing his head back with a heavy thump.

“Don’t brain yourself trying not to cum.” Marco grumbles at Thatch, one hand cradling your head as you melt against him, murmuring soft thank yous once he stop playing with your clit.

“She got so tight for a second there,” he huffs, as Marco slowly lifts you up. You and Thatch both sigh from the action, and once he pulls you off Thatch’s cock entirely he works the plug out of your ass.

“You’re doing so good, pretty bird.” He assures you, smiling as you whine from the sensation of the plug coming out. “You’re so sensitive, you sing so easily.” He presses the head of his cock against your ass. The plug had been a little bit thicker, but the stretch was still painfully sweet.

“Relax,” he commands, pushing in slowly as he and Thatch sink you back down onto Thatch’s cock. Both of them slowly push into you, easing in and out carefully until they’ve filled you to the brim.

“Gods, holy -,” you gasp squirming between them. “-fuck, it’s, hnnngh!” You’re effectively pinned between them, the angle leaning you forward a little and pushing your clit against Thatch’s coarse pubes. “Too much.” You take in a deep breath as they shift just a little before filling you completely again. “It’s almost too much.”

“Almost,” Marco hums, hands on your thighs. “Then you can handle a little more?”

You nod. Your legs are already trembling, but you squirm between them, part of you concerned, and part of you curious about the pleasure to be had.

“Good girl,” Marco and Thatch say at the same time. The words go straight to your brain and you can’t even tell them not to praise you like that before they’re already helping you ride them.

You can feel them rubbing and stretching inside you. It’s surreal and it feels so good. You understand vaguely why people call it having your guts rearranged, because it almost feels inhuman, but there’s no pain. The pressure is intense, but every movement is sending shudders through you. If it wasn’t for them holding onto you, you would’ve collapsed into an uncoordinated pile of bones by now.

Once you thought you’d adjusted to them they switched it up. Thatch pushes into you deep as Marco nearly pulls out. They piston in and out of you like this and all you can do is whine and tremble between them. Your thighs shiver and your legs twitch, but you don’t have leverage to move much more than that. Thatch has your hands, and he’s drinking in every shiver of your body.

“You’re doing so good,” Marco husks. He’s been murmuring praises to you the entire time, but even so there’s a desperation to his tone. Like he’s on the edge of just wanting to take you no matter what you might say. Right now you’ve no intention of asking them to stop.

“Cu-KUHNNNGH!” Your intent to warn them you were going to cum turns into a tense growl. You stutter and twist, your body spasming against their cocks, but they don’t stop. Both Marco and Thatch fuck you through the first orgasm, until they’re pushing airy moans from you as your body begins to tremble from overstimulation.

Thatch lets go of your hands, putting one hand against your clavicle, his fingers curling gently around your throat. You hold onto his arm and he starts teasing your breasts with his other hand. Your wispy whimpers turn into a growl and you shatter a swear between your teeth as a second orgasm crashes into you.

The sound you make is guttural, but you don’t care. You’re almost drowning in all the pleasure, and it’s only the deep trust you have of your crew mates that keeps you from panicking. You don’t know if you’re going to pass out or not, but you do know that Marco and Thatch will take care of you.

“Poor thing’s long gone,” Thatch says through grit teeth.

“She sounds as beautiful as she looks,” Marco growls. “I hope you sing for me long after this, pretty bird.”

“Please, please,” you sob as the third orgasm builds. It feels so good already you don’t know what to do. “Marco - Marco, Thatch, please, fuck - please!” It’s going to be your fifth? Sixth? Who cares at this point, but you don’t know if you’re going to scream or just lose control of your body entirely.

“We will,” Marco assures you. “Once more, pretty bird, sing one more time.”

Thatch swears, his hips lifting up off the futon to slam into you, the rush of his orgasm flooding hot inside you. The sensation is enough to push you over and you dig your nails into Thatch’s arm as all your muscles spark and tense. Marco cums with you, pressing into you as his fingers risk leaving bruising marks on your hips. He barely makes a sound, but the hot rush in your ass and the twitch of his cock makes it through your hazy senses.

“Fuck me,” Thatch sighs, nearly melting into the futon.

“We just did,” Marco teases, and you manage a weak chuckle as Marco slowly pulls himself and Thatch out of you.

“Haaa,” you sigh, the shivering whine escaping you from the sudden emptiness. You were stuffed so full that it’s almost disappointing how empty you feel.

Marco helps you lay down on Thatch’s broad chest, and the cook pulls you into a gentle and warm hug. Marco lays down next to you both, running his hand down your back soothingly as he leans over and gives Thatch a kiss on the cheek.

“You both did good, yoi.”

“I… I don’t think I can walk.” You admit. Marco and Thatch are quiet for a second before they both start laughing.

“We’ll take care of you, pretty bird.” Marco promises, ruffling your sweaty hair.

Thatch hums in agreement. “For as long as you want us to.”

[mandiemegatron]

Slutty Ace figure? 👀👀👀 may I ask what one you got? 👀👀

You know. For science.

HES HERE !! he was a gift from my friend back in my hometown, AAA my first one piece figure, I'm so happy !!! I went a little crazy with the photos so I'm putting them under a readmore 🤭🤭💖💖

(Also, the devil fruits were a gift as well! They're made of clay and came in a treasure box 😭😭😭😭 I also have a mini ope ope no mi from my bestie @moss-woods 😭😭😭💖💖💖)

ISNT HE SO FUCKING HANDSOME AAAAAAAA !!!! My next one is going to be either Law or Eustass, I've got my eye on some figures but waiting for prices to drop 😭😭😭

Giving him a lil smooch for you my kazie, I hope you're having an awesome day !!!

[gojo-mochi]

Hihi for your thanksgiving request thingy

I’m thankful to Law for his hands and his face (and his nerd-ness)

(Sorry I’m so full from dinner and my brain is not braining fully but I wanted to send you something!!)

Hope you had a good thanksgiving <33

Hope you had a good thanksgiving <33 THank you for sending something in!

Thank you for sending in something hehe <3 Hope you had a happy holiday too! Sorry if this was too spicy askdfbaksdf it just got out of my hands (heh)

“Well, you can thank my parents for my looks but if you’re talking about my hand tattoos, I guess you can thank me.” He rubs the back of his head awkwardly, not really used to up front compliments. He pulls his hat down to cover his eyes, coughing to break some tension. “Still not sure why you’re so thankful for my looks and my hands anyway, not sure how they help you.” He lifts the hat up just a bit to glance at you with a darken expression, “Unless… you were thinking about something naughty.” 

His posture gets more relaxed as he smirks at you, “Were you? Thinking about naughty things that my hands could do to you, hmm? Naughty little thing you.” He tsked out, stepping closer to you and backing you against the wall. Trapping you with his arm on one side as he leans in close. “I think I should maybe punish you with these… hands you like so much.. For teasing me about my “nerd-ness”” He gently cusp your chin in his other hand, “You know as a doctor and a nerd I know many things, like…” He traces a finger down your neck to your collarbone. “Which areas on the body are the most sensitive, it varies for different people, of course, but I know exactly how to make someone squirm in mere minutes.”  He stops his fingers by placing two of them right on your pulse point, feeling your quicken heartbeat under his digits. “Well, do you wanna test me and see how fast I can make you scream? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you'll be screaming out how thankful you are for my hands..”

[swampstew]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! <33333 (if u wanna, no pressure!)

I know you already did some so if you can't think of more 'fun' facts ignore <333

Thanks Kaz! Let's see what facts am I dropping...

I'm a baker at heart, if there is an occassion I am already thinking of what to make. Cakes for friends birthdays, cookies for events, merengue, bread or shortbread cookies for work related things.

Remember when everyone on Instagram was really into using royal icing for cookies? Yeah I was one of those people and the amount of cookie cutters I bought was ungodly. I still enjoy the fuck out of it and its a fun medium, but I'm not crazy about the taste of royal icing.

I also decorate cakes! My one absolute rule is that I never use fondant - hate the way it tastes. I've gotten creative using marshmallow fluff, moldable chocolate, peeps, and candies to create treats!

[standfucker]

Hihi

OKAY SO like I personally just really really don’t wanna be a bother to peeps. I’ve been in fandoms in the past where people don’t appreciate random messages and like, I can overcome shyness, but it’s hard to overcome feeling like a bother.

But like, now that I knowwww… >>

I’m very caffeinated right now so my thoughts are not thinking but I can send a better message in the future <333

Ps I love your header ugh Marco is just so perfect I’ve been thinking of those stupid talons off and on ALL DAY

Pps can I ask what your main is I see this is a side blog but I couldn’t figure it out T_T I’m curious what other stuffs you like!!

YOU ARE NEVER EVER EVER BOTHERING ME!!! KAZ!!! I love seeing you in my notifs and would love to talk to you more!

But I totally get it! I have such social anxiety sometimes, I'm like, surely the people around me aren't interested in hearing from me Dx But I want to talk to people! I want to hear from people who like the same things I do!

DUDE I swear Marineford was a life-changing arc for me, when Marco's feet transformed into talons I became a different person, Im pretty sure I still have those panels screencapped somewhere on my computer.

My main blog is @tenzeniths! I mostly reblog OP and Digimon fanart, with some other silliness, and occasionally serious stuff. I try to avoid most current events for my own mental health though.

You can send me as many asks as you'd like!

[onepiecepositivityproject]

For @kazieai

This might give me away a little, but I truly enjoy our little late night chats! You've been so amazingly kind, hilarious, and comforting - especially with my string of bad days recently. I'm enjoying getting to know you. You deserve all the good things in life!

🤍🤍🤍

[anon-germany]

Tbh I followed bc I always saw you on Quin’s stuff and you seemed funny <33

Same same ^^

@quinloki got and still gets me some new friends 💜

And you were also the one with the blorbo ranking, if I remember correctly 🥰

Also thanks for thinking that I am funny ✨

[thus-spoke-lo]

So I had no thoughts on 'I wish you would write a fic where' until you posted mouth inspection monday and now my brain goes okay but dentist law

I think you've given your thoughts on that before but... damn him giving you a mouth inspection or needing to put you under to do something

adding this to the list of things I didn't know interested me xD

Dentist!Law, where Mouth Inspection Monday and Medical Malpractice Monday collide 😁

He enjoys poking around in your mouth just a little too much, sees the way you’re so responsive and eager when he asks you to open wider, turn your head, stick out your tongue—it’s enough to make him wonder just how sweet and compliant you’d be with just a little gas to make you floaty…

[quinloki]

Quin idk why but I’m blaming this on you

Someone called me clever girl at work tonight and I just

My brain immediately went to Marco omfg hearing that from him would fix all my problems I think!!!!

I also got called the brains of my area so…. There’s my brag :3

>.>

Imagine you’ve been trying to get Marco to take a break for a while now. He’s tossed “in a moment” and “let me finish this up” and “after lunch, I’ll try, pretty bird.” At you and you just can’t get him to stop.

The day ends in disaster from your perspective because Marco doesn’t take a break until bedtime.

The next day you try a different approach.

You bring him coffee in the morning, then a light breakfast he can eat while he works, another snack after that, and some tea. You continue to bring him easy to eat items from morning to lunch time, and with every delivery you either undo a button on your shirt or discard a piece of clothing.

He notices and comments and you just say it’s been a bit warm running around. You’re not indecent, and you don’t give it any more energy than that.

After lunch you bring him a drink and you’re in a bikini top and shorts. Hair pulled back as you go about organizing and tidying things to help where you can.

“Pretty bird.” He says, a knowing lilt in his easy voice.

“Mm?” You return, not even looking over your shoulder.

Marco grins. “You haven’t asked me to take a break today.”

“You’re a busy man,” you reply, a smile on your lips and in your tone as you finally turn and look at him.

“Indeed. You’ve been bringing me lots of,” he lets his eyes move over you, taking a beat to pause. “Snacks, today, yoi.”

Finally. It didn’t always take so much effort to get him to take a break, but he had been truly swamped the last week and you had to be a little unorthodox.

Walking over to him you tease pulling the bikini top off. “Ready to focus on a proper meal?” The devious grin pulling at your lips is reflected on his face.

Marco reaches out, two firm hands on your hips as he brings you into his lap, leaning back as he helps you straddle him. “Maybe after an improper dessert.” He hums, pulling at your top as he leans in and presses kisses against your chest.

“You’re freezing.” He grumbles, the teasing look on his face turning a little sharp.

“We came into a winter island’s climate a couple hours ago.” You admit with guilty shrug. “I wasn’t going to get you take a break if I started putting clothes back on.”

“Pretty bird,” he admonished and you kiss the top of his nose.

“I’m freezing doc, instead of taking break won’t you tend to your patient, and warm me up?” You lean into him, tugging at the collar of his shirt as you give him a playful pout.

He chuckles, his admonishment disappearing. “Clever girl.” Cradling your face he pulls you in for a kiss. “How many little schemes did you have planned out?”

You grin widely. “Only two, don’t give me too much credit. My third option was undecided, but dumping a bucket of cold sea water on you was considered.”

“Maybe I should just toss you overboard.” He grouches and you giggle grabbing onto him tightly.

“Noooo, it’s really really cold out there right now!” Your laugh turns into a moan as Marco kisses your neck. “Ah, please… warm me up.”

“With pleasure, pretty bird.”

[mandiemegatron]

Mandie but like

This is so fucking Eustass Kid or Law coded it’s killing meeeee

And neither of them have been in my brain lately but I can’t help but think of them omg

Lmaaooodbsjabbdg shaking ur hand so hard, this is exactly what I was thinking when I reblogged it 🤭🤭💖💖💖 great minds like alike lmao !! Love u my kazie thank you sm for sharing a braincell with me

[gojo-mochi]

I appreciate the person who wanted to give Law a treat but I'd rather trick him 👻

Hi hi!! Thank you for always liking my posts! I see you in my notis a lot and i really appreciate the support!! A little more emotional this time? Hmm? But still got some spice at the end! Hope you enjoy!

 “Y/N-ya, could you hand me the white box please?” Law was crouching down, meddling with the lower cabinets, his left hand outstretched to you. Awaiting for you to give him the aforementioned white box. You usually helped Law out in the medical room, although your knowledge of medicine couldn't quite compare to his, Law did enjoy your presence and appreciated your help. And you enjoyed spending time with your lovely boyfriend too! 

Usually that is, that was until he made you spend more and more time reorganizing the cabinets even though you already did it last week. When you brought this up to Law, he just tutted at you stating that; “I think Bepo came in to rummage around for stomach medicine, it’s a mess now.” Then right after he starts throwing out all the items so he can put them back “in the right order this time.” You hand him the box and cross your arm in a huff, Law didn’t seem to notice though as his golden eyes were focused on getting all the pieces back on the shelves. 

You slump against the counter, wondering if you should just leave when an idea pops into your head. You smiled mischievously as you began to lay out the groundwork for your idea. “Law, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, real quick, alright?” Your boyfriend's only acknowledgment of your words was a soft grunt in reply. His hands still working diligently pulling out bottles of pills and gauzes out and back in. You give him a quick glance back as you exit the room, quickly sprinting to your room to get an idea you needed for your grand master plan. 

You stuff it under your shirt and wait for a while before heading back into the medical room, not wanting to come back too quickly in case Law would catch on to something being up. You shimmer back in the room, Law standing upright now as he was done with the bottom cabinets. “Ah, Y/N-ya, good, you’re back. I need you to sort this box for me.” You held the urge to roll your eyes, ‘Great ... .another box to sort..’ But you placed a smile on your face and happily grabbed the box from Law as his attention turned back to some syringes in front of him. 

You opened the box to also find some syringes inside, ‘Perfect.’ You did some actual sorting of the syringes for a short while, then you started your plan. “Ow!” You pull your hand to your chest as if the box burnt you. Law immediately dropped whatever it was that he was doing and turnt to you, grabbing your hand and checking your vitals. “Honey! Are you alright?! What stabbed you?!” His eyes flickered worryingly from the box of syringes to you. Wondering if the needle that stabbed you was fatal or not.

You slumped your head down on his shoulder, heaving out heavily. “I-I feel weird, like something bursting from my chest.” Law’s hands gripped on your shoulders tightly, he pushed you back so he could check on your chest. “Let me see, it’ll be alright-just-” “Blam!” That was when you pulled out the surprise item you got from your room, a small handmade plush that looked like Bepo. You tore it out from under your shirt and smacked its nose right with Law’s nose. The look on his face, jaw open and eyes crossed staring right in the middle of Plushie Bepo’s beady little eyes. 

You laughed out right, leaning into Law, and snorting. Law pushes your hand down with the Plushie Bepo and sighed. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Honey….” Uh oh…. You know that tone, that was the tone he used when he’s either really tired or really disappointed. You stopped laughing and looked up at him, his eyes bore straight back into you. His hand reaches out to you and you close your eyes and wait for punishment, only to find them softly caressing the back of your head as his other hand wraps around your back. Pulling you in close to his, Law leans his head down, his nose bumping into the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent.

His hands absorbing your warmth, finding your quickening heartbeat, he just needed to know at this moment that you were alive and safe. Your heart twisted at his next words; “Please don’t scare me like that again.” His tone was so vulnerable and open, a wave of feelings crashed into you as you hugged him back tightly. “I’m sorry, the sorting was getting boring and- no. I’m sorry, I have no excuse…” Law sighs, his breath tickling the back of your neck. He placed a couple of long kisses on the skin there, letting his lips linger on your pulse to feel your heartbeat on his tongue for a while.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you keep cleaning this room with me.” A wet chuckle escapes your throat as you hold back some tears. “Ok, we’re both sorry. Now what?” Law’s hands traveled down your back and hooked under the back of your knees as he lifted you up. “Now that apologies are out of the way, I think it's time I punish you for scaring me so bad.” He smacks your ass once as he carries you out of the medical room and into the lab room. Locking the door as he walks in and placing you on the examination table. Strapping your arms and legs in. 

“I do hope you’re ready for a long…long… examination. After all, I have to make sure that there really is nothing wrong with your body after your little stunt…’

[swampstew]

#iowa????!!!!

I was so confused at this in your tags and then I remembered. Yes. Basketball.

About the only positive thing to come out of my home state yet >>

I had no idea about it either until I watched today! Shame they still lost but hot damn, gonna be watching more closely from now on!

[standfucker]

UGH I HAVE NOTHING WITH ANY SENSE TO SAY RN BUT OMG

my mind is going wild rn it’s almost 5am here too >>

Thank god I don’t have to wake up at any certain time tomorrow bc once my brain calms down a little the thots will be thotting

You had me over here giggling blushing kicking my feet I think I punched my pillow once even

I want them all so bad!! Ace/Marco were already up at the top but I can feel Izou/Thatch moving up the blorbo list especially when sharing brain thoughts with the other two…..

Thank you so much for sending that to me and thank you so much for writing it and having those lovely thoughts

I hope your Saturday is perfect and wonderful bc you deserve it so much 🥰

Ahahaha, I am SO glad I can spread the Izou+Thatch propaganda. Someone told me they looked at Izou differently after reading that fic, and it makes me sooo happy. I want everyone to see him how I see him. Pervertedly.

The four of them make such a compelling quartet, don't they?

I'm both super excited and deeply flattered that you enjoyed it. My Saturday was pretty awesome, even if I didn't end up getting enough sleep. Nothing a little espresso can't fix.

Thank you so much for commenting, it really means a lot to us writers, I feel seen. Thank you!

I've been trying to think of another scenario for those 4... I thought about maybe Izou guiding you through a "dom" demonstration/practice, where he has Ace tied up, and you have Marco tied up, and Izou demonstrates how to conduct a session, with Thatch being the coach/keeping an eye on things to make sure everyone's okay. Roles can switch around but that's what came to mind first. Marco's your practice brat because he won't take permanent damage if you strike him too hard, but any of these roles can be switched around.

[vegalustirra]

Idk what kind of Sabo merch you specifically collect, but did you see the upcoming kuji lottery for the revolutionaries? They got towels and cups and man I’m WEAK to practical merch 😭😭

I just get what I personally think is nice really. It being practical makes it better honestly. But anyway...

Yes, I'm just here fawning over the towel the most. I just adore the design of it so much! The cups are certainly cute, though plastic cups aren't usually what I get. I tend to go for the glass ones more. Might show the shot glass

ALSO THIS???

Really though, I would go for the these & the towel 🤭

[whispers-of-lilith]

for the get to know bc I saw you reply to songs

which kpop groups do you like? >>

Welcome in Kazieai! May I call you Kaz? 🥺

Which K-Pop groups do you like?

I'm sorry to disappoint, but I haven't ventured far out from SKZ & BTS [along with their solo stuff like Jungkook]... I've only just recently got into kpop a few months back, but with the videos I've seen of ATEEZ during their performances, I've been tempted to start listening to them too!

Do you have any recommendations or groups you like? 😊

Get to know the blogger! ❀

[anon-germany]

ohhhhh lets go :3

what about 3, 17, and 28 <33

3. Oooof, I'm more into watching YouTube or series than watching actual films 😅

But:

Groundhog Day

Mrs. Doubtfire

Schindler's List

(Funfact: They are all from 1993 and therefore older than me 🫡)

17.

my moots

my guinea pigs (and the other pets 😂)

great food

28.

What I collect:

and in the Pokémon Games (main series) I collect all Pokémon to complete the Pokédex, always ✨