#op Thatch

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

A couple magma canvases that i did with @fluffyartbl0g !!!

I was maroon and they were every other color lol

In the second canvas we tried to draw those 3 sets of 2 characters from memory btw

[luna-orix]

precious cinammon rolls

[fluffyartbl0g]

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hey there Astra! Hope you're taking care of yourself and doing well 😄. Can I request Izou, Thatch, Marco, and Ace with a shy!s/o? If it's too much you can just do Izou, thank you so much you're the best!! 🤍

So this is also my @onepiece-bingo submission for 'First Kiss'. Thank you for being so patient with me.

Warnings: first kisses, Shy!Reader, Izou, Thatch, Marco, Ace

Word Count: 1490

Izou

     It was cute how shy you were, how you hid behind him if too much attention was on you, how you sank in your seat to try to not be noticed, and how you squeaked and quietly insisted on being put down if he lifted you into the air. That being said, it was hard to keep a ‘low profile’ when you were dating the prettiest pirate in the New World and 16th division commander. The man attracted attention and oozed confidence and an elegance that drew people to him. You, by comparison, were relatively plain. Choosing not to wear flashy makeup or clothing in order to not attract attention. Head down and refusing to meet people’s eyes so that they wouldn’t approach you. Izou wasn’t really bothered by your shyness, in fact he found it rather endearing and cute. There was… one thing he didn’t like about your shyness though. You hated PDA. PDA always brought attention to you, attention and teasing. The most he could do was hold your hand but even then, you preferred to hold one of his long sleeves, afraid of the attention you might get if you actually held his hand. The crew never teased you on anything, they knew better than to try to tease you, less they invoke Izou’s wrath, but you still worried about all the eyes that could be watching you. He hadn’t even had his first kiss with you yet! But he was going to change that today! He had a nice place to pull you aside, away from the prying eyes of the others, secluded and not likely to be bothered. So pulling you through the halls, he smiled back at you, the confused look on your face only making you cuter.

     “Y/n.” he said softly, caressing your cheek as he closed the door behind you, “it’s not the romance you deserve, but I’ve been waiting too long to do this.” Izou said softly, pulling you into a sweet kiss. Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Suddenly, you wished you’d done this sooner, that you’d had the courage to kiss him in front of the others. Breaking the kiss, you looked up at him, in wonder.

     “Can… can we do that again?” you asked softly, the dark haired man smiling as he pulled you into another kiss.

Ace

     Ace was wild, loud, outgoing, and commanding. You were shy, quiet, introverted, and timid. Logically, your relationship made little sense, but then, love didn’t make any logical sense. You liked how he was always doing grand gestures to show you how much he cared, how he was pulling you out on some new adventure, and how he showered you in affection. He loved how cute you were, how your need to avoid attention kept him out of too much trouble, how you quietly gave him small gifts. That being said, there were things you both hated. You hated how he was always attracting attention to you, despite your protests, you hated how he was always pulling you into his trouble, and how he’d pull you with him when he was really happy, drawing the attention of the entire crew to the two of you. He hated how you always wanted to be a wallflower during parties, how he wasn’t allowed to show you off and tell everyone how amazing you were, and the one he hated the most, how adamantly you refused PDA. He wanted to walk down the street with his arm wrapped around your waist, he wanted to spin you around in his arms, and most importantly, he wanted his damn first kiss with you! But he’d be damned if your shyness stopped him! It was the dead of night that he tugged you to the back of the ship.

     “Ace, what’s so important that you needed to talk to me at this hour at the back of the ship?” you asked, confused and slightly annoyed. You’d been getting ready for bed, what did he want? Ace just gave you one of his sunny smiles as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, hands on either cheek, holding your head as he sighed happily into the kiss. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting into the kiss, hands gripping his shoulders. Pulling back, he grinned at the dazed look in your eyes. He didn’t bother to say a thing as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into another kiss, neither of you aware of the small audience that peeked through the windows, quietly cheering and exchanging bet money. 

Marco

     Sitting in his office, Marco smiled over at you. You always looked so at home in the solitude of his office, away from the rowdy and often boisterous crew. Helping the phoenix with whatever various paperwork or office work he had. He understood your desire to stay out of the spotlight, to stay away from the excitement and attention that often came with much of the crew. In fact, it astounded him that someone as shy as you even sailed with the Whitebeard Pirates. The most infamous pirate currently alive, someone everyone kept an eye on, and you stayed with them. Getting up, he walked over to you, pushing some hair out of your face and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. 

     “Sorry, Little Bird, you looked too cute-yoi.” he said softly, large hand cupping your cheek as he sat on the edge of the desk you were working at. Smiling up at him, you leaned into his touch, he was always so sweet. Turning your head, you placed a soft kiss on his palm, the sweet gesture making him sigh happily. Leaning down, he put a hand under your chin, his lips meeting yours, lightly pushing you back into your chair so he could deepen the kiss. Pulling away, you couldn’t help but giggle.

     “What’s so funny, Little Bird?” he asked, as you smiled at him.

     “It’s just… every kiss feels like the first with you. I… I still get butterflies and my stomach still does flips.” you admittedly shyly. 

     “I agree, your lips still taste just as sweet-yoi.” he said with a nod before pulling you into another kiss. He’d never been so happy that he worked away from the crew, able to share kisses like this with you as often as he desired.

Thatch

     The man was a damned flirt, though perhaps that’s what attracted you to him in the first place, how he made you swoon, how charming and sweet he was… his culinary skills didn’t hurt either. Well… mostly, in any case. It was sweet how he’d make you all sorts of culinary confections, cooking your favorite just for you, or other delicious treats. But he was always presenting them in the biggest, most ostentatious, attention drawing ways. Ways that had you looking for somewhere to hide from the prying eyes. Sure, he usually tried to keep said ostentatiousness in private, but on more than one occasion, he’d drawn the attention of damn near the entire crew to you. Hiding in the kitchen, you glanced back at Thatch, making sure that nobody could peek in and see the two of you. 

     “Don’t worry, my sweet treat, nobody’s going to bother us.” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

     “I just… you have a tendency to draw everybody’s attention and you know I hate that.” you said, placing one of your hands over his as you relaxed in his hold.

     “I’ll make you a deal, you give me one thing and I’ll try to be better about that.” he offered, making you raise an eyebrow.

     “I suppose that depends on the ‘one thing’.” you said, as he continued holding you.

     “Just… close your eyes and trust me.” he whispered in your ear, making you sigh both from exasperation and your heart melting. Doing as he said, you felt him let you go for just a moment before his hands were on your waist again, picking you up and setting you on the counter as his lips met yours. You wouldn’t deny that you’d been waiting for this moment for a while, but there never seemed to be a good, quiet, moment for your first kiss. A moment where the crew wouldn’t bother you with wolf whistles and ‘good natured’ teasing. Your hands clung to the yellow scarf he was always wearing, keeping him pulled close to you as you remained lip locked until you needed to breathe. 

     “A-alright, that… I’ll allow you one more for free, but after that you have to keep your end of the deal.” you said shyly, staring down at your lap as you blushed. Thatch chuckled and pulled you into another kiss, more than happy to get another ‘freebie’. 

[r0ttkins]

I missed that I can finally post it! My spot art to @op-pride-zine for two silly and sweet works!

[kdjojo]

Dude I just fucking know Deuce was growing white hairs and losing his hair at the ripe age of 18 because of the fucking ace of spades

So I just imagine Deuce's hair falls out because of how much stress he's going through. Guess who? It's yours truly! Portgas D Ace! Your free stress machine!

Skull is just looking at the deck and seeing multiple long blue hair strands: "uh- guys, I don't think Kotatsu's fur is blue.."

Corilina is just looking at Skull in confusion: "What the hell do you mean about Kotatsu's fur being blue?" Corilina crouching down to see the hair "oh. That's Deuce's hair"

"What."

Another thing. Deuce just wants to beat the shit out of ace for being so stupid but he can't because he's his captain ans he loves him. (Your honor they are very gay)

Ace: "Hey deuce do you think I can swim?"

Deuce looking at him in frustration and confusion: "Of course, you can't swim! Your brother can't swim, big mom and Kaido can't even swim, hell! Even Sengoku can't even swim! So how the hell can you think, you a fireman, can swim?!"

Ace shrugs: "Dunno, let's find out!!" Ace just casually jumping into the ocean like he isn't going to drown.

Deuce runs over to the railings to see if Acs is going to come back up. He doesn't.

"SHIT. FUCKE ME OH MY FUCKING ARRARAFHTS" deuce rips off his coat and jumps into the ocean saving ace. Deuce's bare body is covered in stinging salty sea water. Ace collapses on the deck coughing up sea water. Deuce slaps him awake (multiple times)

Ace bolts up and looks at Deuce "that was fun!" He grinned

Deuce looks at him at pure anger and disbelief "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHI-"

Also when Ace wanted to kill Whitebeard ans Deuce had to patch him up

Every single day Ace had to goto Deuce when he got hurt.

Ace: "Deuce I'm sorry-"

Deuce looks at him after he bandages him: "Coms back here one more time. I will rip your limbs one by one and choke you with your instines." Ace shivered

Whoops, guess what!!! Ace had to go to deuce again. Ace bolts out Deuces cabin "DEUCE SHIT- IM SORRY!-"

"STOP FUCKING APPEARING TO MY CABIN HURT!"

Thatch looking at Ace: "Realtionship peoblems?"

"First mate problems."

[cyborg-franky]

I am kind of dead guys, sorry. But I can finally post these works I've had tied up in a project! @op-xreader-zine

Thatch x M Reader [reader is called 'handsome'] SFW Modern AU WC: 1.500

Thatch nodded to the barmaid as she poured him another drink, sliding it across the bar to him. He gave his thanks along with a bright smile and a wink and the woman rolled her eyes but the smile didn’t leave her face. Thatch was a regular here and they were all used to his charm and flirty ways.

Leaning against the bar, he glanced around the crowd, the darkness of the dance floor, neon lights decorating the walls. Every table was cast into bright colors as the lights chased each other across the floor, towards the stage, and back again. He always came here Friday night, and he loved watching the live band performances, regardless of if the music was to his personal taste or not. 

He just loved the vibrancy of this bar, people having a good time, and letting go after a hard day. Thatch adjusted, taking a swig of his drink, seeing the door open and only just seeing it in the corner of his eye. He didn’t normally pay any mind to new people who swung open the doors but tonight was different.

Tonight Thatch saw him. 

Love at first sight seemed like a stupid concept for someone his age but there was definitely interest at first sight. Thatch watched the stranger walk to the bar, leaning on the bright white glowing surface as he waited for the barmaid.

His eyes trailed over the man in front of him, taking in every feature and how he was dressed. Thatch brushed back a loose strand of hair, adjusted the leather jacket on his shoulders, and sauntered over to him.

“Here for the band?” Thatch asked, striking up a conversation, wearing his award-winning smile, and putting on the charm. 

“Yeah, I’ve been a fan for a while,” you said with a nod, watching Thatch’s expression and admiring the man's face: the crow's feet and laugh lines, the large pompadour, and his nicely put-together outfit.

“Good choice, I like a man with taste!” Thatch beamed and waved over the barmaid. “What are you havin’?” 

You didn’t normally let people try and pick you up in a bar, but he seemed different. The warm bubbly energy exuding from him, the smile on his face, he had a nice vibe about him. And well, he was pretty handsome. 

“Surprise me,” you said, smiling, watching as he quirked an eyebrow, his smile just growing before the barmaid headed towards them.

“I like someone who's up for trying new things!” Thatch chuckled and grabbed the cocktail menu that was on the bar, setting it down flat and glancing over the assortment of bright and wild concoctions, seeing if he could read the sort of person you were. You watched with interest as he paused at a few, seeing his finger dance over the options on the laminated menu.

“Can I get two of this one please?” The handsome man ordered two of the bright red cocktails. The barmaid nodded and went to work creating the drinks.

“I’m Thatch by the way, nice to meet you.” You glanced down at the hand offered to you, grinning as you shook it. His hand was bigger than yours, the handshake firm, like the feel of a good friend you haven't seen in ages. 

You gave your name and couldn’t help the pang of disappointment when he pulled his hand back just in time for the barmaid to set down the drinks. “Well then, cheers to a great night of good music and new friends?” He quirked a brow as he held his drink up.

“Cheers!” You clinked your glass against his before bringing it to your lips, sipping the drink and then nodding, making a happy noise. “This is good, it’s like you know me already,” you said and plucked out the cherry that was bobbing on the surface, munching it with another pleased nod, enjoying the sweetness it brought.

“Well, I still plan on getting to know you even more throughout the night, that is, if you want to?” Thatch was trying to act nonchalant but you could tell he was hoping for some company tonight, and honestly? He was nice, handsome, and your type.

“Sounds good!”

–

The night was going great. Before the band started up you and Thatch enjoyed a few drinks, talking about your lives. You found out he shared an apartment with a friend, that he owned his own restaurant, what he was into and you shared your life with him. He was hanging on to your every word, asking plenty of questions.

It had been too long since you had this sort of banter with someone and you were enjoying your time with Thatch immensely. You bought this round, rum and cokes, as you heard the singer of the band announce they were about to start.

“Let's go then handsome.” Thatch smiled and offered you his arm, which happily you took. Both of you headed to the stage. He was so tall and stocky he didn’t have to try very hard to get near the front. 

The performance was amazing. You felt the loud music rumble in your body, the vibrations running along the floor and up your legs. You sang along with every song and even though Thach didn’t know the words he would still smile at you, seeing how into the show you were. He’d sway with you when the softer songs played and made sure no one bumped into you.

It was nice—more than nice, it was amazing. The band soon finished up their set and you both sat down at a table, another drink in your hands; this time it was a green cocktail with a slice of lime bobbing in it.

“What did you think of the band?” you asked, wanting to know what he thought, interested in his opinion, interested in him.

“Not my normal kind of music but I could see myself listening to them once in a while, yeah. What about you? Didn’t disappoint I hope?” Thatch asked as he leaned forward on folded arms.

“Nothing about tonight has been a disappointment.” You smiled at him, sipping your drink.

You spent ages with him, chatting, joking and just basking in one another's company. You liked Thatch, liked him a lot actually. And as much as you didn’t want the night to end, the bell ringing to signal closing time would have to be when you parted ways.

“Oh shit, the last bus was hours ago,” you groaned as you glanced at the time on your phone. Thatch sighed and played with his beard, running his fingers through it, trying to think what to do.

“This isn’t me trying to be creepy, but where do you live?” 

“Oh like, thirty minutes from here?” You didn’t fancy the walk home this late; even with the street brightly lit, you felt anxiety spike before you heard him laugh. 

“Yeah, me too! Would you like me to walk you home?”

“I— would you mind?” you asked and he shrugged. 

“Not at all. Plus I get to spend more time with a handsome guy, why would I mind?”

You couldn’t tell if it was the cocktails that warmed your cheeks or the words he’d said, either way, you could feel the heat rising. You nodded and followed Thatch out of the bar, the cool summer air hitting your flushed face and making you shiver, rubbing your arms as goosebumps pricked over your skin.

“Want my jacket?” he asked, already shrugging it off before you could decline. As Thatch helped you into it, you couldn’t help but feel safe and warm in the oversized jacket, smelling his cologne. He was a find, wasn’t he?

Once again, he offered you his arm and you took it without hesitation. The sky was dark, dotted with a few bright stars, the ones determined to shine their brightest even with the city streets below lined with lights. You liked Thatch, you liked how deep and pleasing his voice was. The silly comments and jokes that had your face hurting from how much they made you grin.

Trees lined the sidewalk, covered in string lights, bringing a certain magically romantic feeling to the walk with him. You felt like a teenager with how your heart raced and you kept stealing glances at him. 

“So this is your street, sir?” Thatch asked and let you move away. 

“Yeah, it is.” You couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that the night was ending.

“So, maybe we’ll see each other another time?” he asked, rubbing the back of his head, and you nodded. 

“Yeah, I guess so...”

Then something came over you, something you didn’t normally do but Thatch was different “Unless you want to come in for a coffee? And I mean actual coffee and not you know,” you added, cheeks flushed before he chuckled and put his arm around your shoulder.

“Sounds good.”

A chance meeting had ended up the start of amazing possibilities and you thanked the stars in the sky you’d decided to go out that evening. 

Thatch felt like every wish on a shooting star to find someone perfect had come true.

[ya-relyart]

I saw a similar image and wanted to draw it with this trio xD

[writing-all-the-time-2]

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Thatch x Reader

CW/TW: None

Word Count: 188

Summary: What you and Thatch get up to for his birthday.

Thatch is always the one doing the cooking so for his birthday you wanted to surprise him with breakfast.

You get up earlier than usual, being careful not to wake Thatch up as you got out of bed.

You weren't the best cook in the world, but you could manage eggs, bacon, and some toast.

Actually making the breakfast took longer than it should have because of a brief argument with Marco. He kept trying to take the bacon that you cooked.

Thankfully Thatch was still asleep when you got back to your room. However, once he smelled the food he started to wake up.

"What is all this?" He asked as he sat up in bed. "Birthday breakfast in bed," I said with a smile. I sat the tray down before joining him in bed again. "You really got up just to make me breakfast?" He asked. "I wanted to do something special for you," I said. "You always cook for everyone else. Thought you'd like it if someone cooked for you for a change." He leaned over and kissed me softly. "Thank you, baby," he said.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Marco, Thatch, and Izou x Fem Reader: 3+1 NSFW

A/N: Hello lovely spirits, sooo I went out of my comfort zone A LOT never wrote anything like this before🤭. The title yes love 3+1, the 3 Commanders from the Whitebeard pirates and a Fem Reader that happens to be the wife of one of the Commanders. I have been working on this for a while. I hope you guys enjoy!!! Special thank you to @simpforroses for beta reading this I love you so much!

Tw: Foursome, Submissive Reader, Vaginal Penetration, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Fingering, Creampie, Hickies, Restraining, Dirty Talk, Taunting, Voyeurism, Dom Marco, Dom Thatch, Dom Izou.

wc:4582 

The party was pretty crazy this time on the Moby Dick. Drinks were everywhere mixing laughter and shouting from the crew. Moans were masked by the loud music. It was supposed to be a romantic moment between you and Marco. But both of you didn’t know how Thatch and Izou ended up in the same room with you both and convincing you both of this rather odd request. Both men seemed to envy Marco, having such a pretty little wife. The way you carried yourself and the feisty attitude at times tempered by your gentle side intrigued them. Both men had caught sight of what you two were doing outside your bedroom door, hearing the way you moaned for Marco. They imagined what it would be like if you yelled their name just like that. When both men had a nonchalant conversation with Marco months back, he lightly and unintentionally mentioned that you were never intimate with another man before. No one else had touched you, other than the man who was your husband, until now.

“Marco, I can see why you wanted to keep your little wife all to yourself,” Thatch slightly grunted, his hand resting on the back of your head guiding you, as your lips wrapped around his cock. 

“I married her for a reason, obviously you both don’t understand.“ Marco seemed more possessive with you now. They did a bit of a wager with him and you would be the judge of it with your consent: Who has the better cock? All men were around the same age, had experience, and knew their way around a body. Marco was behind you, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. The way his hips snapped against yours felt oh so good, but the moans he was so used to hearing were being muffled by Thatch’s cock. He was a bit displeased, as he couldn’t hear you moan his name. 

Izou’s hand reached underneath, finding your clit as he began to rub in a circular motion making you release Thatch’s cock from your mouth. You placed your head on the bed, moaning a bit louder. He leaned forward, “Such a sensitive girl you are,” with a devious chuckle.

Thatch stroked himself looking at Marco. “I think your wife would like to try on another cock and see if it’s fitting.” Marco and Thatch switched, flipping you as your back hit the mattress. The 4th commander towered over your small frame, ogling your perfect petite body. Both men looked at Marcos’s wife with a look of lust in their eyes. “Such a pretty little thing you are _______ even with no clothes on…kinda beating myself up for not jumping on you sooner,” Thatch’s hand caresses your breast, making it down to your throbbing cunt. He watched you squirm under his touch, letting out a moan as you grasped the sheets “But we can see how greedy Marco can be… I bet my sweet cum will fit nicely inside that little cunt of yours. Isn’t that what you want? You want me to fill up that little cunt of yours. I bet you will like the outcome too~”  He leaned in closer, pressing his naked frame against yours. 

“No cumming inside of her, both of you, understand yoi?” Marco's voice interrupted Thatch before his lips pressed against you. Marco felt his form of dominance taking over. “The only cum that she will be carrying is mine in her womb. 

“Right, heheh, greedy man. But you don’t mind me saying it,” Thatch’s eyes averted back to you and the blushing expression on your face. His cock rubbed your entrance before sliding his cock in your slick walls. Thatch’s lips latched and gravitated towards yours. This is how he imagined it, just like his dreams. Your cunt choking on his cock as it pumped inside of you. Hearing the low grunting from them both, Thatch raised his body up to get a better view. Seeing his cock disappear inside…the slight bulge as cock went in and out of you…how your breasts bounced with each thrust. 

Izou stroked himself, with his hand turning your head towards him, pressing his lips against yours. Izou’s tongue slid into your mouth as his hand reached for yours, guiding it to his cock. He let a sharp breath out as your fingers met his girthy cock and then began stroking him. “I bet if you were my wife I would satisfy every need of yours,” Izou said in a husky tone, looking into your eyes. 

 “Oh my god,” you were panting harder at Marco's lips sucking on your supple breast, leaving fresh hickies in different spots. You closed your eyes, clenching your jaw. Still, you couldn’t believe this was happening. These men were considerably larger than your small petite frame and towered over you.  Marco brought his head up from your breast. He saw the reddish-purple marks he left and seeing your eyes closed tightly, he knew you weren’t trying to cum just yet. You tried to focus on how to savor it just a bit longer. “Mmmmmmmm” 

Thatch was enjoying every moment of this. Your moans sounded more like a symphony of pleasure to the men’s ears. He spread your legs wider open, as he wanted a deeper penetration. Thatch’s large hands held onto the back of your thighs, as he snapped his hips harder into you. At this point, he wanted you to say his name. “______ who is fucking you good right now? Is it Papa Thatch? Why don’t you let everyone in this room know? ” Thatch’s voice was as deep, matching the way he was fucking you; the sound of both of your skins slapping against one another. “Papa Thatch!!! P-please doesn’t stop, yes yes yes,” you cried out loud. With every thrust, you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix over and over. Removing your hand from Izou’s cock, you slightly shifted your upper body up as your fingers gripped his defined deltoid.

Thatch grinned, seeing the glassy-eyed expression when you both locked eyes, He let a low chuckle out bringing his body closer to yours. “Let me come to you, lay back baby girl.” a taunting voice appeared once more, and you followed his instructions; his hands resting close to the side of your face. His pompadour was completely undone, with some of his luscious long hair falling forward as he hovered over you. Bringing his hand to your plump lips, his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, slightly parting them. The tip of your tongue brushed against his thumb. Thatch placed his thumb halfway in your mouth as you began to suck on it. “That’s so fuckin hot _______….After all these years of wanting to fuck you, I got my wish.” his voice becoming a bit raspier.  Thatch pressing his chest against yours, he began to pick up the speed of his thrusting. Removed his thumb from between your lips replacing them with the rest of his fingers. Your fingers dug into his arms, the muffled moans escaping your mouth. Thatch felt your walls choking on his cock tighter and he grunted aloud. “Fuck ______ baby, you’re making it so hard not to cum inside of you right now. Just imagine my warm cum filling your sweet little womb of yours.” 

“Thatch you better not,” Marco said sternly at him. Marco glared at the 4th commander, who was obviously taunting Marco with his words. Thatch gave Marco a leer, the corner of his mouth rising up, and his eyes coming back to you.

“______,  why don’t you cum for me, I know you want to. It’s written all over your face….I can make that happen if you would just say the magic phrase ~Papa Thatch please make me cum.~” Thatch’s sinful voice spoke once more. It was like eating the forbidden fruit from a sacred garden, knowing he can hold back from coming. He wanted to hear the pleasurable words coming out of your mouth and make sure Marco would hear them. Thatch roughly snapping his hips against yours.  

Your mind was so foggy the words rather spilled out of your mouth so easily “P-please Papa Thatch make me cum, please!!!” hearing the pleading voice from you sent Thatch over the edge. The words filled his ears, as you kept repeating the words over and over, as he heard you begging for your climax. He was soon to reach his orgasm too. Your pussy walls clenched around his cock tighter and tighter. 

Thatch threw his head back “Ahhh shit.” he quickly pulled his cock out. Moments after doing that, the cum dripped onto your stomach and lower abdomen. Thatch had to take a deep breath. His head was feeling a bit light-headed, the droplets of sweat on his forehead trickling down his face. Thatch watched you come down from your high; your body slightly trembling. He leaned in once more and placed a kiss on your lips. “Now pretty girl, don’t think this is the last taste you’re getting of Papa Thatch tonight.”  Thatch getting his foulard to clean the cum off of you. “Such a shame it couldn’t be placed in a more snug place.” 

You took a deep breath for a moment. You realized you were putty in this man’s hands, the way he spoke drove you crazier. Izou walked to his pile of clothes, “We aren’t done just yet, beautiful.” Izou pulled the obi from his kimono and began to bind your arms behind your back. You were on your knees atop the bed. He scooped your hair to the side and you looked up at Izou, whose silken black hair was undone. “Those big eyes of yours are so enchanting.” Izou laid you on the back of the bed. His hand caressed your cheek as he placed small kisses on your lips. His kisses began to become heated, making his way down your body, before spreading your legs open, as he began to lightly kiss your inner thighs. Your eyes slightly rolled back as you felt his soft lips pressing against your outer lips.  Thatch stroked himself, seeing you bound while your chest heaved up and down, as Izou began to play with her clit with his tongue. His dark eyes bore into your own, seeing his tongue flick your bud, forcibly pushing down your thighs to make sure you didn’t try to close them. You looked at your husband, who was stroking himself next to your face. You bit your lower lip in a plea, holding in the moans, but they would still escape. “You want to suck your husband's cock?” Marco whispered with seduction on his thick lips.

“P-please commander?” Your voice let out a quivering response, while Izou was still between your legs. Marco brought himself closer, kneeling slightly, with his hand eagerly reaching for the back of your head. He huskily grunted, feeling his engorged member fitting into your mouth. Marco began slowly moving his pelvis, letting out a low groan. “That’s more like it babe… just like that,” with his hand gripping your hair from the back a bit tighter. Marco solely focused on you and how your sucks worked wonders on his cock. Marco slightly pushed your head against his pelvis “Hold it for a moment-yoi,” slightly groaning as he heard you gag from the deep-throat. 

Izou watched as you sucked on your husband’s cock, releasing one of his hands from your thighs, so his fingers could go between your throbbing wet slit, proceeding to brush against your sopping slick cunt. He felt the warmth and slipperiness spilling from your pussy and pushed his finger deeper inside of you with a satisfied purr, hearing the whimpers coming from you as your lips were around Marco’s cock. Izou’s second digit made its way inside and his tongue swirled your clit as he pumped his two fingers inside of you. “I can only imagine how you would feel with my cock deep inside of you,” Izou couldn’t hold it back anymore. Raising his body up, he got off the bed.  He leaned over his hands and reached for your hips pulling you down to the edge of the bed. Your lips detached from Marco’s cock rather quickly when Izou pulled you down. Marco flexed his jaw as he let out an annoyed sigh. 

“Someone is a bit greedy~ ” Thatch teased, pushing his hair back and giving a smirk. “Gentle Izou, I don’t think Marco likes how you are handling his little wife.” 

“She will be fine.” Izou helped you up since your arms were still bound behind your back. Izou sat at the edge of the bed and he guided you back towards him. “I want you to ride me ____, as you would ride Marco’s cock.” Izou’s voice deepened as his hands trailed up the sides of your body feeling your curves before his hands pulled you down lower so you could feel his cock rubbing against your throbbing cunt. Out of habit, you moved your pubic bone back and forth letting your wetness graze against and lubricate his cock. Izou let out a shaky low breath and reached for his cock, beginning to guide himself between your wet folds. You lowered yourself more, feeling his cock fitting snug against your warm, moist, plush cunt walls. Both of you let out a groan and fingers dug deeply into your flesh. You began to rock your hips back and forth with your pelvis doing a slight circular motion each time. “Nnnghhh.” you could hear Izou trying to cover his moans biting his lower lip. 

“Someone is enjoying this,” you teased with a drop of wicked sin from your inner-she devil. You slightly look over your shoulder to see Izou’s dark eyes looking back at you. “Tell me does turn you on when you hear me and Marco are fucking?”  Your eyes traveled to Marco seeing the corner of his mouth curl up, and turned back to Izou’s. Izou brought your back close to his chest as he tugged on the obi that bounded your arms. You threw your head back resting it on his shoulder, so now your neck was exposed to him. 

“Yeah as a matter of fact it was because each time I heard you, I imagined myself fucking you. My cum fitting so nicely in your cunt. And each time some came out, I fucked you all over again until you learned how to keep it all in,” Izou said in a husky voice. He, himself, was moving his own pelvic up and down hearing the sloshing of your wet pussy as it continued to make an impact with his thrusts. His lips feverishly latched onto your neck and his red lipstick stained your neck as he began to suck your flesh. His hands travel to the front of your body, one hand cupping your breast, and the other traveling to your sensitive clit. 

“Ohhh fuuuucccck,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly. You kept repeating the word “fuck” breathlessly. You were feeling overheated and overstimulated, a thin layer of glistening sweat began to coat your body. The deeper he kept pushing into you, the more you were on the verge of cumming. “Izou you’re gonna make me cum,” you panted as you began to feel the balled-up tension forming. For a moment, Izou slowed his thrusting, then slowly played with your clit. 

“I don’t want you coming yet, I will be the one deciding when you should cum,”  Izou removed his hand from your clit, and removed the obi from your arms. Izou repositioned himself so he was laying on the bed. You wantonly crawled his lap once more, easily sliding his cock into your pleading sex. Your hands were against his chest as you began grinding up and down his cock. He pushed his pelvic up a tad, as his hands grasped your ass while you rode his cock in maniac abandon.

You yelped, feeling a stingy sensation as Izou slapped your ass. Feeling the sharp sting from the rather forceful slap. “Ahhhhh~” you whimpered out loud, throwing your head back, while your hips still rocked against his. Your clit was getting stimulated as it rubbed against his pubic bone. He must have noticed that you were desperate to come as you began to quicken your pace. Izou tried to contain his moans, but the slipperiness of your delicious pussy pumping him was throwing his composure out of control.

Izou grabbed your hands, removing them from his chest, “Come down a bit lower, doll.” Following the commander’s order, you began to lower yourself. Still holding onto your hands, he began placing them behind your back restraining both of your wrists. His free hand grasped your jawline, pulling you to him, so your faces were inches apart. You felt his warm breath that had a hint of saké underneath it. Izou was a bit quieter than Thatch when he spoke, “You're the forbidden fruit that no one could have. But now that I’ve gotten a taste…hmmmm” he chuckled coyly. “I’m going to want more.” 

Marco became alert and observant of Izou’s words to his wife, “You might want to keep those comments to yourself Izou-yoi.”  Thatch saw the intense glare Marco was giving Izou, while Izou didn’t pay any mind to him and continued to sweetly whisper in your ear of the other things he’d love to do to you. 

Thatch watched your ass move up and down and he felt himself become stiff once again. Pushing the hair out of his face, he began to stroke himself and walked to the end of the bed. 

You felt the dip of the bed and large calloused hands grabbing your ass a bit harder. “Let’s spice things up  for you ________. Let’s see how well you do taking us both on” feeling his thumb rubbing your puckered anus. “I promise to be extra gentle with you.” He spat in his hand to coat his cock in saliva and continuously stroked himself while stimulating your anal hole. 

“Couldn’t wait, Thatch…?.” Izou sighed.

“Wait for what? To let you have all the fun? Nahhh. Like I told her, this wasn’t the last taste of Papa Thatchie.”  Feeling his tip at your entrance, he slowly began to push into your tight little hole. 

“Oh, shiiiii—” you bit your lower lip, clenching your fist that was still being restrained by Izou’s hand. “Ahhh Thatch…. Fuck….!!!!” you cried out loud. Thatch sheathed himself fully inside of you but he didn’t move just yet.

“I will give you a moment before I start moving, baby girl.” He bent over with his body pressing flush against your back. Thatch then began to move slowly in and out of you. “Fuck.” his cock felt smothered in the tight canal. 

This didn’t stop Izou from still thrusting inside you, but he let your arm free, “Feeling okay _____?” Izou asked in a gentle tone.

 It took a moment for you to form a response because you were still getting used to both of their thick pulsing cocks throbbing inside of you. The moment the pain dulled, you responded,  “I’m fine….” looking down at Izou. 

“Atta girl, I knew you could handle it,” Thatch kissed your shoulder, before leaning closer to your ears. “Who would have guessed you were so submissive? You fooled me with your feisty nature. But seeing you like this, taking orders from each of us….that’s fucking hot,” he kisses your earlobe. Thatch tested the waters as he began to increase his thrusts, not only faster but harder. Your moans began to become uncontained, unleashing a mixture of curse words and desperate whines. 

“Thatch….. Izou….oh fuck…. You're gonna make me cum!!!” you moaned louder.

“Fuck _____.” Thatch grunted with a growl. 

Izou grunted loudly as well. He felt himself close to coming. How badly he wanted to cum inside you, though he was fighting not to. He didn’t want to remove himself from your enticingly slick pussy walls, but he had to, “Fuck I’m cumming.” he said.

Thatch was already pulling out he began to stroke himself, letting out a deep groan as the hot cum began to spill out of him onto your back. Izou slightly lifted you up, removing his cock from inside of you, as his hot seed landed on his and your abdomens. 

Your body at this point was almost at its limit, where you were going to pass out. But Marco knew your body extremely well, so he was going to make sure he was going to get his point across to the both of them on who you belonged to. Your forearm rested against your eyes as you laid in the middle of the bed. The climax from minutes ago began to leak out of your rapidly pulsating cunt dripping onto the damp sheets. “Such a mess you are right now ______”  Marco’s sultry voice caught your attention. You removed your forearm from your eyes to your husband’s alluring smirk. “I think it is about time I have you to myself yoi. I think the both of them are done tasting my special fruit.”  Marco looked at both the commanders “But by all means stay and watch, but you can’t touch her anymore.”  

Marco was on the side of the bed. His large hand began to grope your breast, with his fingers twisting, pinching, and pulling your nipple to get them hard. His lips hovered over your other nipple, with his tongue brushing against your sensitive bud, before taking them between his plush lips, with his skilled tongue swirling your nipple. His hand ghosted your skin as it traveled lower and lower to your spent pussy. Marco’s entire hand began to rub your throbbing sex with great force, before inserting his thick finger inside your cunt. Your fingers gripped a fist full of his hair, lifting your head to get a better view, seeing Marco switch to your next breast. You got a view of his hand moving in and out of your cunt, hearing the wet gushing and sloshing sounds each time he moved in and out of you.  “Oh god… Marco… Mar-co Marcoooo~~” you cried, dry heaving. This didn’t stop him one bit but made him pick up the pace.

Removing his lips from your nipple, he brought his thick lips back to yours. When you parted your lips, he eagerly slid his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. Marco could feel your body trembling at his touch…something he enjoyed doing to you. Picking his head up slightly, the string of saliva became undone. He looked down to see your unadulteratedly lewd expression. “Do you want more _____? More of me? More of your husband?” he is in a low husky voice.

“Marco, I want more.” You said, not quite loud enough for his liking. 

“Louder.” Marco demanded his lowering eyelids into a predatory gaze, waiting for you to follow his command. He wasn’t going to give you mercy if you failed again.

“Marco, I want more please!” you practically screamed louder than expected. Marco felt satisfied with what he heard and licked his lips.

“As you wish my little wife,” Marco said, scooping you up in his strong arms, with your own arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and legs around his waist.  Marco got off the bed, holding you by your ass, and placed your back against the wall “Just remember ______ you belong to me and only me yoi.” Marco was still able to support you on the wall as his hand reached down for his cock, stroking it a few times. Rubbing the tip of his cock between your slit, you let a small whimper. Marcos saw you eagerly move your pelvis against his tip and chuckled, “Eager are we? Well, then I shouldn’t keep my wife waiting.”  Feeling his tempestuous cock slide inside and push through your dripping slit aching to be filled by no one else but him, Marco let out a low groan as his member sheathed deeper into you. Marco was usually more of a person who gradually increased his speed instead of ramming into you like an animal, but not this time. This thrusting motion he had made you a complete mess. The force behind each pound was sending your body over the edge and knocking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades and he almost couldn’t feel the burning sensation on his shoulder, as he was too busy watching your facial expressions change after each thrust. Your juices coated his girthy cock, leaving a ring around the base of it. Marco shoved his lips against yours; his teeth bit your bottom lip softly before bringing his head back “Look at me _____.”

You followed his command “nngggh……ahhhhh~~~~.” you were trying to catch your breath looking at your husband with pleading wide eyes. “Marcoo~~~”

“I want you to do something for me.” brings his face closer to yours.

“Hmmmm?” looking at his lips then back at his eyes, tucking in your bottom lip trying to focus on what he was trying to say.

“I want you to let them know who you belong to,”  Marco commanded with no room for disobeying…not that you’d want to. Thatch and Izou heard his command he gave to you. He didn’t care about the two looking at him with an exasperated air from the other side of the room. Thatch let a low huff out and Izou shook his head letting out a sigh.

“I- I belong to you,” you said panting but you weren’t loud enough for Marco’s Liking.

“I need you to be louder-yoi. Now, who do you belong to?” Feeling his grip becoming more intense on your ass to where it dug into the flesh, you let a little shriek out.

“I BELONG TO YOU MARCO. I’M YOURS ONLY YOURS!!!” you screamed from the top of your lungs. You swore you were louder than the music coming from outside the room.

“That’s my little bird. Which commander is only allowed to fill you up with cum yoi?!” Marco was becoming more turned on by your response and knowing that the two other commanders were never going to have the privilege to fill you with up like he could. 

“FIRST COMMANDER MARCO!!!!!” you screamed once more.

Marco felt your walls beginning to choke on his cock as he kept thrusting into you. Cursing underneath his breath he felt the built-up tension wanting to be released. “You want me to fill you up with my cum, my pretty little wife?”  he grunted, trying to postpone his climax. The vein on his forehead popped out the sweat trickling off his forehead.

“PLEASE FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM MARCO!!!!” you cried out loud.

The blood began to rush to your head feeling your climax coming in strong.  Marcos pumped a few times before his hot and thick cum began to fill your little cunt up. Marco’s forehead rested against yours as he was trying to catch his own breath. “I will always be yours as well ____.”  His hand tilted your head up, softly pressing his lips against yours, brushing the strands of your hair out of your face. Marco looked over at Thatch and Izou “This was a one-time thing. Remember that yoi. She is and will always be mine.”

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Thatch: I am this close to falling inlove with (name).

Izou: But your fingers are touching?

Thatch: Exactly

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi :D

I need to say that I love your writing very much. You're literally so amazing at describing characters and their emotions , their actions and the background as well!

Tho, If you feel comfortable enough - Can you make headcanon or drabble (choice is up to you) about Platonic!Roger Pirates and Whitebeard Pirates having a young crewmate that is very mature but is really self-sacrificial? By that I mean , they are not a fighter but don't want to be burden so they do anything they can to not be useless in their opinion?

So I did headcanons because I'm not good with drabbles. It's either 800-900 words minimum or nothing. I don't do drabbles. That being said, I hope you enjoy this, just remember this is just how I see them.

Word Count: 900

Roger Pirates

Roger totally pouts about you being very mature

You’re a kid, you should be enjoying life!

Orders the crew to give you as few chores as possible.

That’s not to say you don’t do plenty, just that Roger doesn’t assign it to you.

Constantly telling you to go have fun and enjoy the sunshine.

Part of you wants to, you want to make him happy, you kind of want to go have fun.

But what if you become a burden by doing so?

What if you cause trouble like Buggy and Shanks?

Nope! Not gonna happen!

And you go right back to helping out. 

Rayleigh has had to forcibly stop you before.

Actually picked you up, set you in a chair, and ordered you to enjoy a small dessert.

In his defense, you’d been working yourself pretty hard at the time.

The entire crew knows not to wake you in the morning unless necessary. 

It’s not that they don’t want your help, but they’re worried about you.

Rayleigh suggests a therapist. 

You got so caught up in taking care of things that you missed the appointments.

The crew honestly tries their best to get you to stop and relax.

They’ve seen you overwork yourself, it wasn’t pretty and they all felt terrible for not stopping you sooner.

You still find plenty to do though.

Them not telling you to help actually makes you feel worse. 

You’re being a burden by trying not to be a burden!

Rayleigh realizes this and you, Roger and Rayleigh reach an agreement.

You’re to do the chores you’re given and no more unless asked.

Buggy and Shanks aren’t allowed to ask you for help. 

You’re allowed to get the usual early wake up call, but you have to spend a mandatory 2 hours being a kid and having fun.

Your fun usually involves helping Crocus organize the infirmary or just talking with Shanks (and keeping him out of trouble).

Neither Roger nor Rayleigh are happy about it, but they accept that it makes you happy so they don’t say anything.

You tell them that you just don’t want to be a burden… They laughed.

They told you that you were a kid, the only thing kids should worry about is being kids, not about being burdens. 

Still, if doing a certain amount each day gets you to have fun later, they’ll take what they can get.

Whitebeard Pirates

Oh dear.

If you think Roger was bad, try dealing with his son.

Ace loves goofing off and causing trouble.

Haruta also likes causing trouble. 

The two try to get you in on their trouble very, very often.

Not that they do, but they’re really trying to get you to enjoy life. 

Unfortunately, watching them cause trouble and make messes only makes you want to do more.

Their jobs as commanders are important and they’re great fighters, but damn do they cause trouble for people. 

Marco, Izou, and Thatch help though. 

They keep you busy but also keep you from overworking yourself.

Thatch will give you easy tasks in the kitchen, Marco will give you simple tasks in the infirmary. 

It’s always stuff that’s ‘important but I just don’t have the time’. 

Izou helps in a rather odd way. He insists on spa days with you, says your company is relaxing, that he needs someone he can talk to but not like Ace or Thatch.

So you take spa days with him.

He actually really does like your company and it does help him relax, but it’s 90% for your sake.

Even Whitebeard has you help him. 

He’s 20 ft tall, Luffy literally fits in his giant hand! He needs someone to help him with small things. 

You’re young and small, so you do a lot of things he’s ‘too big’ for. Could he technically order things in his size? Yes, but that would be a lot of money when he has someone small who can do it for him.

At least, that’s what he tells people. 

You’re often busy this way but actually do very little work.

Which was their intention.

You’re a kid, they don’t want you being too grown up but they know if they try and stop you, you’ll find other ways.

So they keep you busy while making things easy. 

Organizing things, sorting produce, spa days, writing out various orders from the captain, reading off lists made by the commanders, all stuff that requires very little actual work but is still important to each of the commanders.

Ace and Haruta try to make their tasks fun as well.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it just annoys you.

Are they mocking you by doing this?

Whitebeard does have one very strict rule for you though.

No working after dinner, the time between dinner and bed is to be spent winding down and getting ready for bed.

Someone once caught you trying to clean the kitchen counters after dinner to make life easier for Thatch. 

Whitebeard ‘grounded’ you for a week. You weren’t allowed to help anyone with anything, you felt awful.

Ace and Haruta were assigned to you to make sure of that.

You never disobeyed the rule again.

It’s not that you don’t want to have fun, but you just really don’t want to be a burden to anyone. 

You spend some of the time after dinner just doing what you want to do.

[onepiece-birthdays]

It's March 24th

Happy birthday to Thatch of the Whitebeard pirates!

[dpcass88]

Some visuals for a one piece story I'm writing, honestly Thatch deserves more love!