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Get you some Hatchan lovin'! (New chapter of Get You Some Arlong Pirates)

The next installment of my Get You Some Arlong Pirates/Sirens of the Sea story is up - Hatchan gets some more loving from his reader. AO3 link here.

Content warning - This is Hatchan - so this chapter has smut and is 18+ but it's all fluff/sweetness for our octopus boi. It's so sweet you might end up needing some insulin.

The chapter can also be found in this post under the cut and the lovely Hatchan statues I found on the web.

V – Octpussy 2

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Hatchan calls you ‘kitten’ as a pet name. One might think it’s because of your whiskers, but your lover says it’s because you’re cute and cuddly and feisty like a kitten and that your whiskers are just a bonus. He’s the only one who you will tolerate cat jokes from, and you do like being petted by him.

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Even though you have fewer hands than him, you've proven that you can be quite handsy when you want to. You can grab Hatchan by the waistband of his shorts. You can cup his ass or his crotch, or you can press your hand to his chest or lower back. There are plenty of arms on him for you to run your hands or fingers along lovingly or provocatively – sometimes both. Though he likes praise – and you lavish plenty on him – sometimes you prefer to let your hands do the talking, and Hatchan listens very well either way.

You can feel him soaking up your affection like a sponge, only you never feel drained from it. You find it so easy to give it to him, especially since he reciprocates so well. Few things excite you more than coming home and seeing Hatchan sprawled out, ready for some loving from you, or hearing him whisper into your ear to come to bed in a few minutes. He's learned that you like seeing him running all of his hands over himself, his erection at full mast, and waiting for whatever you might desire to do with it – or him.

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You surprise him one night on his takoyaki ship. His helpers have left, most of the lights are off, and he’s almost done with the cleaning when you walk onto the ship, letting yourself in past the gate.

Hatchan's surprised to see you but doesn't complain, and asks if you'd like some of the leftover food. You saunter towards him with a definite sway of your hips. "Maybe later," you purr as you close in on him. "Right now, I'm in the mood for some Hatchan. Are you serving it?"

“This is such a nice surprise!” he exclaims softly before nodding eagerly at your question, offering no resistance as you push him against the wall.

“I thought you deserved one,” you reply as you press yourself against him, wiggling aggressively. You pull at his shoulders to make him lean down so you can pepper the side of his face with kisses. His hands slide along your body hungrily as he nuzzles you back.

“My sweet octopus man,” you murmur. “You are so precious to me, never forget that.”

He lets out a happy ‘nyu’ and offers you a firm nuzzle, tightening his embrace, his hands becoming more aggressive in their caresses.

“And so handsome and sexy,” you say, continuing your praise. He deserves every kind word you can offer. “You know I wanted you from the first moment I saw you?” You nibble along his ear as a couple of his hands slide under your clothes. You arch in response. “Yes, Hatchan. I need you. Give it all to me,” You run your other hand through his hair.

“You will have it all,” he replies hotly, his cheeks visibly flushed with arousal. “But little kitty cat, I need your pussy too,” he adds, sprinkling the heated mood with a touch of humor. You respond with a playful growl, and he hoists you up on the counter, pulling you to himself roughly after his hands have divested the two of you of any obstructions.

There is a faint scent of fried dough and cooking grease mixed with tangerine-scented soap, and a pleasing undertone of spices and the sea breeze. You are quick to learn that a counter isn’t the optimal surface for lovemaking after an extended amount of time, but what the hell, you’re having fun with Hatchan and trying something new.

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Sometimes, when Arlong captures a ship and finds practical items among the booty, he’ll bring it over to the village for the fishmen to claim for themselves. Who would say no to furniture, bedding, or clothes, and for some of the villagers or crew members, possession of these items is an added fuck you to the humans who had these items stolen from them. And for escaped slaves, some of these items are the nicest things they have ever owned.

You've heard stories of how Arlong can be a real asshole, but in your experience, he has shown support and care for making this a place safe for his brothers and sisters. So one day, when you're given the chance to look over some booty, you notice a full-length mirror, the type that stands on its own and could be angled by an elegantly-carved knob on the side. It's almost a wonder it wasn't broken on the voyage here, but you're entranced by the polished metal and fine woodwork.

There's not much practical use for it as you're not vain, but it is a nice decoration and it's the first serious decorating choice you've made in the home since you moved in with Hatchan. However, one day, Hatchan gently guides you over to stand in front of the mirror and stands behind you with his arms wrapped around you. The two of you stare at your reflections, and you see what others see when you're out with Hatchan. A tall, handsome octopus and his cute little catfish partner wrapped up in his loving embrace.

“We make a fine couple,” you finally say with a faint smile. You do find the image pleasing, with your lover wrapped around you, nuzzling the side of your face.

“What would we see if we had sex in front of it?” he asks. Your eyes widen at this as you stare at the reflection, feeling his arms squeeze around you as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, the corners of his mouth tugging into an amorous grin. You grin back at him, nodding eagerly.

The fact that the mirror can be adjusted offers a nice choice of angles, and you and Hatchan waste no time in exploring some of them, taking turns choosing the position and angle of the glass. You on top of him. Him riding you from behind. Lying side by side. Missionary with your heads pointed towards the mirror, your head hanging over the edge of the mat. You held up in the air with six hands. One of you giving oral to the other or using your hand. There are plenty enough angles and views to appreciate, as well as noting how either of you responds to the other, or the pleasure you're able to see on one another's faces even if you're not facing each other.

You know that Hatchan feels he lucked out with you, but you think you’re the luckier one. You look down, rubbing his shoulder and back as he rests his head on your lap, the two of you cuddling late in the night.

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One of your favorite things to do is walking on the beach with Hatchan. Sometimes this is accompanied by a swim. The two of you have some time off, so he's made a picnic and you found a secluded spot, the waves making a pleasant backdrop to the meal you share with him, and you sit there on the blanket as he sprawls across one side of it, looking much like a starfish with extra limbs. You trace your finger lightly along the hand that's closest to you. He lightly grabs for it, and you make a game of it, trailing your finger along the blanket and the three hands at that side, letting him grab your hand or fingers before letting go, almost like he's a cat you're playing with.

“It’s so nice being here with you,” you hear him say as he stares up at the sky, a thoughtful expression on his face. “And nice to have you to come home to.” There’s a faint note of sadness in his voice that you didn’t expect to hear.

“Are you all right?” you ask with concern. He blinks and looks at you. “You sounded sad for a minute there.”

He rolls over so that he’s on his side, and uses the arms on his free side to pull you into a tight embrace as he makes a soft ‘nyu’ sound.

“When I'm with you, I don't have to think of being a pirate." He offers no further explanation as he hugs you tight and nuzzles you almost like you're a stuffed animal. You know of Arlong's reputation, and that it did not come out of nowhere. You've never been involved in pirating unless you count the work you've done as part of Kaneshiro's workers on repairing or taking apart ships the Arlong Pirates capture. The same can not be said for Hatchan, you know. He and Arlong have been friends since they were children and have been through a lot together, though Hatchan is much more ready to let go of his grievances than Arlong.

You've never asked Hatchan probing questions about his time in the Arlong Pirates. If you're being honest, it's because you don't want to know. You don't want to imagine your sweet octopus man involved in violence, but you know it's part of his past and has been part of his work. Arlong is a fearsome and powerful man, and Hatchan is quite pliant in his hands. It's a strange bond these longtime friends share. You don't doubt that Arlong is loyal to his nakama, but he certainly won't hesitate to use Hatchan's talents when it suits him.

So it’s natural that he sees his home as a refuge, especially with you there. You offer him a quiet domesticity that many pirates never get. And the kind soul that resides within the large and impressive octopus man craves a safe place. He’s gotten that through Arlong Park, for Arlong provides for his nakama, regardless of the means it took to achieve it.

Now you are here, making things even better. Arlong might provide a safe place, but you are the one that provides the warmth. As you ponder his words, you wonder what you can say. You can’t tell Hatchan to leave the crew. Nor do you want him to, you’re not going to be the kind of partner who manipulates her man. You understand his loyalty to Arlong, and you know the good Arlong has done for fishmen and merfolk.

“We’ve both been through a lot. Done things we weren’t proud of.” You stroke the side of his face as you look at him.

“You? Did something you’re not proud of?” he asks with surprise, his mouth forming a perfect O. You give him a wry smile.

“I stole from one of my former employers. A human. He was a real asshole, but I still feel guilty about it once in a while,” you admit.

“If you steal from a human, I guess that makes you a pirate!" he says lightly. "But if you say he was an asshole, I believe you. I don't think all humans are bad, but I've seen some terrible ones. And you put that money to good use, right?"

You nod, happy to hear that he has a more moderate view than some of the more radical fishmen here, especially the former slaves. “You better believe I did. I used it to buy medicine for my mother.” She died nonetheless, but not for lack of care from you or your father.

“Well, at least here you don’t need to steal. I’ll always take care of you.”

You nestle within his six-armed embrace as the two of you bask in the afternoon sun.

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When you two have free time, you go swimming to a nearby reef to frolic and play for a while before you come to the surface to relax.

“You’ve been happy with me?’ Hatchan asks, holding your hands gently in a pair of his own, a second pair on your arms.

“You know I have,” you reassure him. “I really could not ask for anyone better.” You squeeze his hands. He is quiet for a couple of moments before he squeezes your hands back.

“I love you,” he finally says. You feel your heart swell, and your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him.

“I love you too, Hatchan,” you say, all too happy to reciprocate this statement and all that it implies. You do love him, but love is not discussed often among fishfolk as it seems to be among humans. You know some fishmen will disdain that word and the sentiments associated with it as a human weakness. But how can what you and Hatchan feel for one another be a weakness?

“Will you be my mate?” he asks. You do not have to think for even a moment before you make your reply.

“Yes. I would be incredibly honored to have you as my mate,” comes your heartfelt response. Six arms wrap around you before you’re swept off the ground.

He refuses to let go for a while, not that you mind. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he snugly hooks his arms along your body so that you are nestled comfortably against his chest as you kiss and nuzzle his face while whispering praise and love to him. The waves crash at his feet, and the ocean breeze carries with it the scent of salt water and distant fires.

You're part of a community better than the Fish-Man District, or the one your parents raised you in. You have work that you enjoy, and your skills in mechanics and repair have earned you the respect of your superiors, including Arlong. You might not be a pirate, but the Saw respects you as a sister of his tribe. And now you have a mate, the best man in the whole world. Okay, maybe you're biased in your judgment of Hatchan against other men, but can you be blamed?

“You’re such a sweet, cuddly octopus man. How could I not love you?” you whisper as you nibble along his ear. He thrums in pleasure at this, his arms squeezing around you.

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The last time you were at a reception celebrating the union between two people, you were among the servants, going around and serving appetizers and wine to the guests before cleaning up after the party. Your employer – the father of the bride – let you and the other fishmen servants take the leftovers home because he said he was in a generous mood.

He was the type of person who liked to brag about his generosity while being one of the most miserly humans you’d ever had the displeasure of meeting – let alone working for. He considered the food to be an adequate bonus for the late hours you and your coworkers had to work the party, and by the gods, there was plenty of work to do after the guests left. Just because fishfolk had greater stamina didn’t mean they couldn’t get tired, or feel unappreciated!

This time, there is no work for you to do. All you have to do is sit there with Hatchan and bask in the glow of praise and well-wishes as Arlong and the crew celebrate your union with the octopus fishman. The two of you are dressed in nice robes, making a lovely pair as you beam lovingly at one another, happiness written on your faces.

Between the people who had worked as cooks previously, or who got training from Hatchan, there were plenty of hands to make the delicious foods spread before you so that Hatchan didn't have to lift a finger either. Take and Shioyaki outdid themselves in organizing the festivities. So you have plenty of time to steal glances at one another and sigh happily, or hold hands, or one of you leaning against the other and giving a loving nuzzle.

Even the mighty Arlong the Saw looks less like a pirate captain and more like the longtime friend of Hatchan that he is as he sits there in his chair, laughing and offering a toast to the two of you.

There's music and dancing and laughing and games. It's a night you are certain to remember – and that means all of it. This includes the part where Hatchan picked you up and carried you away, holding you in all six of his arms while Arlong and others cheered and catcalled after the two of you.

Hatchan comes up with the idea to leave your robes on, or mostly on, when the two of you get intimate. The mirror reveals quite the sight, you in the nicest robe you’ve ever had in your life (As tight-fisted as he is, Arlong gave his longtime nakama a generous purse as a nuptial gift) and Hatchan is a handsome sight in a gorgeous robe tailored to his form.

“We almost look like royalty,” you laugh as you tilt your head, seeing the fine pins and comb in your hair glisten under the lamplight.

“You are my queen,” Hatchan insists softly as he nibbles along your ear.

“The queen is pleased," you tease back as you tilt your head to give him easier access. "In her little castle, with her wonderful octopus king," you add. He chuckles in agreement, and throughout the night, he'll lift your robe to give you a hickey, or grope you, or better yet, slide his fingers or cock inside of you.

The robes do come off eventually, but hey, Hatchan looks good to you regardless of what he’s wearing or isn’t.

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One of the benefits of having a partner with six hands is that they can do your hair. Given your job, it's best to keep your hair out of the way so you are used to putting it in a ponytail or simple braids. Hatchan watches you do your hair one morning and asks if he can braid your hair. You're intrigued and give him your brush and hairbands.

You end up with two neat braids, plaited perfectly. It’s better than anything you’ve ever done, and he did it so damn fast. You look in the mirror with your mouth slightly agape at how fantastic it looks. So now you entrust the octopus man with your hair care (turns out he’s fantastic at washing your hair too!) and let Hatchan play with your hair in different styles, figuring out which ones you like best. Braid crowns, buns, cornrows, braids with four or even six plaits, the results are fascinating, and you can tell that Hatchan has a lot of fun with it.

Not only that, but you love the aspect of touching and care. It feels so good to have his fingers massage your scalp or run through your hair. Much as you enjoy mating with him, there’s something to be said about being groomed by someone who cares for you and the gentle, loving touches you get over a relatively simple ritual.

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I’ve already introduced Shioyaki in the previous chapter, so y’all know who he is. For those who don’t know, Take is the Commander of Parties and is the pale Asian-looking fishman you see a few times in the anime. Yanno, Commander of Parties sounds like a pretty cool job.

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