#thatch x you

[cyborg-franky]

How they walk by your side

Hand in hand. Ace, Marco, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Penguin Hand in hand but swaying your hand as you walk. Usopp, Luffy, Killer, Perona, Corazon

Linking arms. Thatch, Marco, Sanji, Franky, Brook, Killer, Shanks, Sabo

Pinky fingers linked. Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Perona, Shachi Arm around your back. Ace, Sanji, Franky, Law, Shanks, Corazon

Arms wrapped around you so it's impossible for you to walk. Luffy, Shachi, Sabo, Corazon

Hand in your pocket. Thatch, Sanji, Kid, Buggy, Penguin

No contact but it still feels warm, thats just how they are. Deuce, Izou, Zoro, Jinbei, Law, Kid, Kuro, Zeff, Crocodile [hires someone to hold your hand] Everything all at once, so many hands. Robin

Puts his hand in your pocket even when he's not there. Buggy

[spitfire-of-the-sea]

Stowaway Part 2 - The Rescue

Apparently there's people out there who think this idea is as hilarious as I do. :D Which makes my little old heart very happy <3 @soleilnomoon @a-forgotten-universe @nie-moge-oddychac @aloeanemona27 - thank you for replying and pushing this idea to the next part :D

Laying the ground works here. From here on out everything is fair game. Hehehe.

Reader x Ace/Marco/Thatch interaction (SFW) 2.3k Pure silliness

You had stayed clear of water ever since you had eaten that devil fruit, familiar with the well-known side-effect that came with the powers... You had known that you were basically an anchor now.

You hadn’t known, though.

Hadn’t known how the waves would crash over your head and push you under.

Hadn’t known how the strength would drain from your very bones, how your lungs would suddenly scream for air and panic would flood you.

Hadn’t known that no matter how desperately you kicked your feet, something was dragging you down, invisible hands that closed around you and pulled you down, down, down. Your struggles weaken with each second, the light of the surface slowly moving more and more out of reach.

It was then that the light momentarily vanished completely from your sight and you couldn’t help it, you gasped for air and all you got was salt on your tongue and fire trickling down your chest.

Then, suddenly, magically, something solid came around you, tightened, and you were pulled up. Your head broke the surface of the water and you desperately fought for air, coughing and sputtering and spitting out water and fear alike. Dazed you didn’t even fully comprehend what was happening, not until you were out of the water and pressed against a solid chest, big hands massaging your sides and many voices all around you, muttering and cursing.

“Did you get her in time?!”

“I thought cats can swim!”

“Quick, get Marco!”

“Look at the poor thing, shaking like a leaf!”

The only reason you didn’t change shape then and there was because you simply didn’t have enough functioning brain cells, not while you were fighting for air, not when you were coughing up water, the memory of something dragging you down fresh in your mind.

When finally you felt like you could breathe again, you realized that the chest you were pressed against was almost as hairy as you. The hands rub your sides insistently, coaxing even the last gulps of water out of your heaving chest.

Slowly and with considerable effort you pressed your paws against the man holding you, dizzy and nauseous. When you looked up, you saw the face of the guy with the pompadour from before – except now his long, auburn hair was wet and clung to his face. His eyes rested on you, worry written all over his face.

“What’d you that for, huh?” he murmured and Ace’s face appeared next to you.

Ace placed his hand on your head and gently turned it to look at him, his brows drawn together. His hand was so warm and you couldn’t help it, you leaned into it, following his body heat. “I think she’s fine, Thatch,” he murmured and rubbed your ear between his fingers. “Probably got scared. You shouldn’t let go of her, who knows, maybe she makes a run for it again.”

“She’s drenched, though,” the guy holding you up against his wide chest – Thatch? – answered. “Won’t stop shivering, either. Here, you take her, warm her up!”

You groaned in protest when his large hands scooped you up and you were handed over to Ace, who quickly took you and tugged you under his chin, his body impossibly warm against you. Before you could properly think about your actions, you melted into him and pressed yourself flush against him, desperate to soak up his heat.

“Ssssh… it’s all good, baby girl. We’ve got you,” he murmured against your head, and slowly, way too slowly, the full weight of the situation dawned on you. If only it wouldn’t feel so nice to snuggle into him and enjoy not being dead.

However.

HOWEVER.

You were surrounded by pirates who seemed to be absolutely unaware that you were, in fact, only at most 50% cat and those were magical, for lack of a better word. Then there was the fact that you were currently in the arms of who you were pretty sure was Ace D. Portgas, commander of the 2nd division and… well…

You were also naked. Except for your fur. And that would help you very, very little once you returned to your human form or even hybrid form. There were a couple of things you didn’t necessarily want to flaunt in front of 50 or more pirates aboard their ship surrounded by the open sea. You had literally just proved with doubtless evidence that there was no way off this ship, at least not alive.

The extreme size difference between your human and cat form meant that you had to leave your clothes behind. Usually not a problem, you had stashes all over the island for exactly this purpose, after all. Thing was… you were no longer on your island.

Hesitantly you lifted your head to look around. Yeah. A couple of dozen pirates, all definitely too close and paying too much attention for you to just turn bare-assed and tits-out. You weren’t shy but even you had boundaries.

When you noticed them parting to make way for a new figure, you flattened your ears against your skull and watched with growing horror the tuft of blond, pineapple-like hair bobbing closer. Shit. Just what you needed. Marco The Phoenix, commander of the 1st division. The guy was worth over 1 billion berry.

Maybe if you got away you could hide somewhere…? You were small, after all…?!

You started to wiggle in Ace’s arms and twist in an attempt to get away but he only closed his hands tighter around you, pressing you close and making an escape impossible.

With growing dread, you saw Marco come to a stand next to you.  Yeah. You couldn’t reveal yourself. They’d throw you overboard. Or worse. They’d want to keep you. As entertainment! Or… or…! Worse! They’d make you become a pirate, too! Biting back any words that might have stumbled over your tongue, you pressed your face into Ace’s neck.

“She’s shivering even more now,” he murmured. “Marco, can you check her? If she’s really fine?”

There was a brief silence, then you heard Marco answer: “Sure. But does anybody want to tell me why we have a cat now-yoi?”

“Must have snuck on during the night.” This time it was Thatch’s voice. “She was in the mass hall in the morning, Ace found her.”

“Yeah, she was sleeping above the fireplace. Probably smelled the food. Look how scrawny she is! Just bones and skin!”

Annoyance bubbled up in you and it was an emotion you could work with much better than fear. You so latched onto it. Curling your tail around yourself you started to wriggle around again. Just bones and skin?! You were most decidedly not bones and skin! That’s just how you looked when you got wet…! Everybody only saw the fluff and thought that was your full volume. Once that volume was gone, well… WELL.

“We can give her some food later,” Thatch said and you almost perked up at that. You hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon and now that he mentioned it… you were hungry.

“Well, we can put her in the larder. There’s some mice there she can hunt,” somebody said and your ears twitched. Ewww. As if you’d ever do such a thing. You made a mental note to stay far away from the larder, you didn’t plan on catching fleas.

“Why do you keep calling it she? Has anybody even checked?” another guy asked and you tugged your tail closer around yourself. They were welcome to try. You’d scratch their eyes out first…

“She’s clearly a girl,” Ace snapped, completely exasperated.

You froze. Fuck. Had he… looked at you?! With horror you started to struggle with renewed force, holding curses back with the last shreds of your sanity.

“I mean, look at her! She’s way too tiny and fine-boned to be a guy!” he said then and you huffed a sigh of relief.

“That’s… that’s not how cats work, Ace.”

“Shut up, leave her alone!” he turned his back to the crowd, thereby taking you out of their sight and you could have kissed the man. He was so right. Leave her alone! Freedom to the cat! Take her back to that island back there!

“If you want me to check her, you’ll have to give her to me-yoi,” Marco said with a sigh and held out his hands.

“Ah, right, sorry! Be careful, though, she’s a flight risk! We don’t want her going overboard again!” Ace chuckled and once again you were picked up and handed over like luggage.  

Was this your life now?

“Well, first things first,” Marco said as you dangled between his hands and he looked you over. “Definitely a girl.”

Your jaw dropped as your eyes locked and you felt your blood rush to your head, your heart pounding in your ears. With a growl worthy of a tiger – at least you thought so, the chuckles that broke out around you told a different story – you curled into yourself while swiping your claw at him, claws out.

It was a quick move, with good technique and wonderful flow.

Turned out, though, that your short little legs didn’t get anywhere close to Marco’s face and all you did was claw at the air in front of him with about as much chance of teaching him a lesson as a gust of wind had.

The bastard chuckled at your attempt. “And she’s not a happy girl-yoi.”

“Well, you’re holding her all wrong!” Ace said and sounded rather agitated. “Support her butt! Don’t just dangle her like that!”

You flinched when he did just that. Support your butt. You coughed, thoughts racing. You personally didn’t think your butt needed all that much support. You also came to the final conclusion that there was no way in hell that you’d turn into your human form after this. There was absolutely no way you’d survive the sheer embarrassment.

There wasn’t much you could do, really, your attempts to scoot off his hand were rather inefficient thanks to the way Marco was still holding you up and you slowly resigned yourself to your fate. Karma had finally caught up to you. You’d have to stay in your cat form until the next island and the chance to flee. You’d have to leave your dignity behind but at least you’d be alive.

Marco only chuckled and finally did as told, placing one hand below your butt – honestly, this was the weirdest day of your life; it was barely breakfast time and three men who were world-known criminals had touched your ass by now – and pulled you against his chest. Which, wouldn’t you know it: also naked. The shirt he wore was not even buttoned and you once again, your cheek smushed against warm, naked skin.  Less hairy than Thatch. More so than Ace. Definitely less warm than Ace but firmer than Thatch.

9 out of 10 stars. Would recommend.

You hiccupped a slightly hysterical laugh and barely swallowed it down before it grew too loud, feeling the intent gazes of all three commanders on you, all of them quiet now. Shit. Shit. Shiiiit.

Oh well.

“Mew,” you uttered and fucking hated yourself for it.

Then, because they were still staring: “Meeeeeeew.”

“She sounds weird,” Thatch muttered.

“You sound weird!” Ace flared up immediately.

It was then you decided that you had a clear favorite so far. Thatch had saved you from drowning, though, so you would let it slide. Your cat game was top-notch!

For added effect, you lifted a paw to your mouth and gave it a tentative lick. And then, because you were an idiot who had ignored the events of the past ten or so minutes, you gagged at the taste of salt on your tongue and almost hurled. Again.

Thatch chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, momentarily distracting you. Shit. He was actually pretty attractive when his pompadour wasn’t distracting from the rest of him. He had a much brawnier build than the other two commanders, his upper arms thick and his chest wide. His chest was covered in auburn curls and you could spot several tattoos on his upper body.

Apparently, you were momentarily distracted enough to miss something vital happening. Or very least you had to assume as much when you were suddenly covered in blue flames!

That was probably the moment when you lost another one of your 9 lives, or at the very least it sure felt so. Your heart was in your throat and your whole body convulsed when the realization slowly hit you – blue flames were dancing over your body, along your paws, and your tail…! You kicked and scrambled, painting bloody lines all over Marco’s chest, but his iron grip didn’t even loosen a tiny bit.

“Oi! You should have warned her! Now you scared her again!” Ace protested.

“You think I should have sat this cat down and explained to her how my devil fruit powers work so she wouldn’t panic when she sees fire-yoi?” Marco asked dryly. “Tell her how it’s healing flames that will not harm her in the least? Yeah. I’m sure she’d have understood.”

You’d been only half-listening in your struggles but when you saw the scratches you had inflicted upon him just vanish under your paws, your eyes went saucer-shaped and after another moment you realized… the flames indeed didn’t burn you. They felt cool, almost pleasant. Your tail twitched. What the actual fuck…?

“She’s fine. Swallowed a bit of seawater but she’s coughed it all up,” Marco finally said and the flames died down again, leaving you sitting there utterly dumbstruck and frozen, thoughts racing. Devil fruit powers, huh? So he had… healed you somewhat?

“She’s still drenched, though, if we let her dry like this she’ll have salt in her fur and if she tries to clean it, she might consume too much salt and get sick.” You looked up. Well, you were completely wet, he was right, and you didn’t exactly care for licking yourself clean. Even without the added taste of salt. Ew.

“I guess we’ll have to give her a bath, huh?” Ace concluded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Wait. What.

Let me know in the comments who of the guys should do the honors. Hehe. <3

[library-of-ohara]

"Throwing one last one in, it's pretty self indulgent. No, no not for me, for YOU. Yes, all you lovely writers! I wanna hear how you think your favorite character(s) cuddle (or "sleep in the same bed as" if you can't see them cuddling) their s/o! Scenario or headcanon, doesn't matter, I wanna hear how you think they cuddle! It can be anyone, I'm asking for YOUR faves. Take a moment to indulge lovelies"

requested by: @thegrandlinesimp written by: lemon (@eustasssimp) a/n: i took several moments to be so self indulgent with my favs thank u so much this was so good for my soul to write <3 also realized all my favs probably snore so loud

Eustass Kid, Thatch, Bartolomeo x GN reader

SFW tw: alc ment at the end of kid's Prompt: Sleeping in the same bed wc: 1.6k

Because of how late he tends to work in his workshop, it isn’t often that the two of you fall asleep together unless you wake up, see Kid isn’t in bed besides you, and drag him to bed yourself. 

Despite his gruff, angry, egotistical and general bitch-ass exterior, ever since you got together he finds it hard to sleep without hearing your soft breathing next to him and feeling you next to him.

Side note- despite his tendency to get covered in grime and who tf knows what working in his workshop, he won’t sleep in bed without showering at least all the grime off and out of his hair. He is not risking having breakouts or some of the dirt/oil ruining his hair or bed sheets. 

If he comes in and you’re asleep, he wouldn’t be the most careful trying not to wake you up, but he wouldn’t be as loud as he could be by any means. Kid wouldn’t be bothered by waking you up- if he does the worst you might do is grumble angrily then scooch as close as you can to him. It makes his heart swell with pride (and other emotions he’s pretending not to feel) feeling your arms around him and the way you get comfortable on his chest, even if it’s with the angry huff of being woken up. 

If he can help it, the tulip wouldn’t fall asleep until he knows you’re asleep. There’s some soft indulgences he has that he doesn’t even want you seeing. When you fall asleep next to him, it’s with his arm around you and your head on his chest. 

It took a while for him to get used to only having one arm and falling asleep with you, but he’s glad he at least has one to card his fingers through your hair while you sleep. He’d definitely judge if he saw any split ends, and would without reason talk to you about getting a hair trim or hair-care routine the next day.

Kid also tries to let you fall asleep first because he snores, and he knows how it annoys you based on how much you’d complain when you two first started sharing a bed. He’d grumble and deny it at first, but after seeing the bags that would form under a particularly restless night for you (and an undeniably restful night for him), he had half the heart to try and not just crash the second his head hit the pillow

If the both of you were up late partying, celebrating god knows what and getting drunk because hey you’re pirates, Kid is uncharacteristically good at getting you to bed without much trouble. Not only can he hold his liquor much better than you, but he’s used to getting his crew back from bars when they’ve all drunk their limit. He may be chaotic, brutish, and somewhat childish, but a captain takes care of his crew. 

And, like a captain takes care of his crew, a boyfriend takes care of his partner. He’d grumble and complain about your giddy, smiley, easily distracted drunken state but can’t deny how fast his heart beats when you cling and cuddle up to him more freely in front of everyone. But, without fail he’d get you into bed and force you to have a glass of water before letting you pass out for the night. 

One last thing: let him be the little spoon sometimes cowards

Cuddle-motherfucking-BUG 

Thatch loves falling asleep after you, feeling the way you relax and lean further into him. He likes to read before bed, after he’s assured the lamplight won’t bother you of course, and having you tucked close to his side while he reads whatever romance novel has caught his attention this time is nothing short of a dream for him. 

He’ll have a small smile on his face, unable to keep a hand from touching you, feeling you, reminding himself that this isn’t a dream, isn’t something from a romance novel, that he actually has you beside him. The chef would steal glances at you at every page turn, pulling you snug against him if you drifted away at all in your slumber

When he’s done reading, he swears the off click of his lamp has become one of his favorite sounds because after the lights are off, he gets to settle fully in bed next to you. 

Thatch is accustomed to staying up late having to do things with the kitchen and preparing for the next day, and he has a bit of a bedtime routine to fully clean his hair, but there’s nothing he loves more than going to bed with you. He won’t read on especially late nights, opting instead just to spend more time cuddling before sleeping.

Beefy arms pulling you close to his chest, feeling the rumbling hum of satisfaction roll through him at the end of the day. “No better way to end the day than this, right sugar?” 

Accompanied by a lot of little kisses, his hands love to wander and just feel you next to him. It’ll be a bit distracting at first, the way his hands would squeeze at the fat of your ass or thighs, or the way they’d dance along your sides, but eventually he settles and has his fill. When he does, the way the chef lightly traces patterns on your back or combs through your hair does wonders to lull you right to sleep. 

He likes to fall asleep facing you, though he’ll roll to his back shortly after sleep takes him. But, until then, having his arms securely around you as he falls asleep is like a dream come true to him. 

Thatch snores so loud. He knows it wakes you up sometimes, he feels bad about it, has tried to fix it (asked Marco to fix it 4 separate times even though he knows it’s not that kind of problem). So, to try and make up for it, he’ll always make sure you can sleep in. 

He’s super careful not to wake you up when he has to get up at the crack of dawn to start breakfast, and will come check on you periodically throughout the morning to make sure you’re getting the sleep you need. If you grab after him in your sleep, or try to convince him to stay in bed at all if he wakes you up, Thatch has a very weak will when it comes to saying no to you.

The chef will always bring you tea or coffee to enjoy in bed, coupled with a caress to your knee and a tender kiss to your forehead, leaving you to a quiet morning by letting you know how long till breakfast is ready (he tells you 10 minutes if it’s really 15 so you can beat the morning rush of sleepy pirates)

Another cuddlebug to the max. Poor baby can’t decide if he’d rather hold you or be held, might go as far to make a schedule of who holds who each night to make sure he gets a good bit of both. 

If he’s holding you, his arms are tight around you while his hands trace your skin with a touch so gentle, it caught you completely off guard at first. Barto can’t help but both want to hold you so tight that he could never let go, and treat you like the most treasured, fragile thing in the world. So, him holding you is a mix of soft touches and careful caresses while you’re held firmly to his chest.

He wouldn’t give you many kisses, always worried about his teeth, but would give you little headbutts or let his forehead rest against yours whenever there was an opportunity. 

Barto is softer in bed with you than he is with you around other people. The privacy calms his nerves, he doesn’t have to worry about anyone giving you the wrong look or doing anything that makes him feel jealous. When it’s truly just you two, he indulges himself in your presence. 

He can’t help falling asleep after you when he’s holding you, too entranced by you to fall asleep before you do. The rooster-head murmurs sweet nothings to you, a gentle finger tracing along your cheek as he lets his head rest against yours. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take in everything about you, falling asleep with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, unable to believe how lucky he is to sleep next to you. 

If you’re holding him, his head is buried in your chest with no intention to leave any time soon. Barto loves feeling your hands trace the muscles of his back, brush through his hair, trace along the back of his neck. It sends shivers down his spine every time.

He’ll probably cry at least the first few times, if not every time you hold him. Feeling your arms around him, hearing your heart beating steadily in your chest, being able to press soft, careful kisses to your chest and neck as he feels your hands roam around his skin is overwhelming to him. He loves you so much, second to the Strawhats only, that it never ceases to amaze him that he managed to win your heart over

He’s used to being booed and jeered at, known far and wide as a general menace to society, so feeling the soft warmth of you holding him isn’t something he’d soon get used to

Barto would be worried about crushing you at first, he’s so generally big that how could he not worry, but once you assure him that no, you won’t be crushed by him laying on you, he only hesitates slightly before getting comfortable on your chest.

He falls asleep incredibly fast whenever you hold him, his snores softer than they are when you’re laying on him

[kunekojo]

Thatch x Fem!Reader~Handsome

Warning: none, just fluff

••••

“I didn’t know we’re at that stage already.” he hums, running his hand through your silky hair. You feel his gaze watching you with cautious eyes, lips twisting into a grin while he fiddles with strands of your hair.

His response stuns you, what does he mean by that? This isn’t your first time calling him handsome, or dear, or darling. What is he even talking about? 

Raising an eyebrow, you lean towards him, giving his eyes a good, deep stare. There’s no smile on your face but an expression of pure confusion. You get it now, he’s just taunting you in the hopes you’ll compliment him more. Fine by you, this game can be played in two.

You lift yourself to tower over him, watching him lay on his back as his hand is left empty. He observes you with widened eyes, intrigued by your next move. Sure, he thought his words would get a reaction out of you, but not one this heated. However, the result is pleasant, your softness is pleasant. 

“That stage? Thatch, don’t I always tell you how hanndsoome you are.” Your coo wears a slight hint of uncertainty, but you know what you’re doing. You gently grasp his broad shoulders, holding them nicely so he doesn’t move to do anything.

You let him slide his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, embracing you firmly but you reach to place a soft kiss against his lips instead, nibbling his lower lip. Thatch can’t help but let a faint groan escape, a little too excited with your motions. As you halt the kiss, he opens his mouth to tell you something but you’re quick to put your digit on his mouth, shushing him for a little longer.

“After all, would I call you handsome when I can’t resist you this much..” You smile teasingly through the second kiss, tracing it down to his chin, then onto his collarbone.

He lets out a delighted hum, a grin of contentment appearing on his chiseled features. “Well, now I have to find a cute nickname for you too.” Thatch smirks as you lift your head, dragging you so he can place kisses all over your face. “What about cupcake?” 

“I love it.” you chuckle.

[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.”

Tagging: @undercoverweeeb @fireflykaizoku @kristaline2dmensimp @satorus-wife @sashi-ya @useless-potatho

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ᴅᴀʏ x - ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ

🩸ᴀ/ɴ: requested by @itsthefandommash my dear <33 currently yelling bc Oda has yet to draw a nice looking panel of thatch but oh well 💔 I hope you enjoy this hun!!

🩸ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ: NSFW MINORS DNI//Thatch x fem!reader//warnings: shibari, penetration

His hand smooths down your hair, a calming motion helping you unwind as you let him work, tying knots and tightening them around your body. The material is soft, silky, and leaves goosebumps across your skin when it digs deeper into flesh. Thatch has always been skilled with his hands and the endless knots and ribbons criss crossing over your body is a perfect example of his abilities.

“Too tight?” He pulls at one of the red ribbons crossing over your chest, one of many in the intricate display made up of twists and knots.

“No.” You breathe out, it feels good. Safe and secure as it crossed over your ribcage with just enough pressure for you to enjoy. You let your eyes flutter close and allow him to continue his work around your body, testing knots and wrapping even more of the silky material around you.

Kneeling between your legs, he pushes your legs back towards your chest and you open your eyes just in time to see him focusing on something other than continuing to tie you up. “Already so excited?” He chuckles darkly, his hand pressing against your damp panties and rubbing at your clit through the soft material.

You jerk your head to the side, embarrassment already apparent on your darkening face. You tried to ignore the way heat swarmed in your belly when he’d pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, pressing a knuckle against your dripping entrance covered by your panties. Your leg kicking at the sudden pleasure reminded him of the task at hand.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of the panties, sliding them down your legs and exposing your pussy to the cold air of the room, your hips twitching at the sudden chilly bite. “These will only get in the way.” Thatch smiles and tosses them aside, collecting the red ribbon and pressing your legs back against your chest.

It felt much more exposing to be positioned like this. Much lewder. Your legs kept apart and pressed up towards your chest, leaving your cunt on display for any hungry eyes to see. You silently pray that Thatch remembered to lock the door, not wanting a single crewmate to lay eyes on this sight.

As if Thatch would let that happen, seeing you like this was his own dirty little secret, reserved for his eyes and his only. He didn’t put all this work into making you look utterly delicious for nothing, each part of you positioned perfectly and the intricate work of the ribbons made you look even more alluring. 

“Well aren’t you something?” He hums after the final knot has been tied, it digs into your skin but it’s a good kind of pain, as if it was itching at a scratch you hadn’t even known was that for this feeling. His hands, big and rough, glide over your skin with calculated carefulness, occasionally groping and rubbing at the way your flesh spilled over the ribbons. “Wish you could see yourself.”

You mewl, stretching under his touch and squirming towards him. Your hands were tied behind your back, completely useless and all you could do was moan in hopes of getting more. The smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what you wanted.

Chuckling under his breath, he finally pulls away and takes all warmth with him, coming back only after he’s slipped out of his underwear and his cock is standing at attention. It slides through your slick folds, rubbing against your clit and dragging back down to your entrance, throbbing for some sort of contact.

The stretch from him sliding in is euphoric, his cock nestled nice and deep inside you and you claw at the sheets under you, barely able to contain yourself if it wasn’t for the restraints. His hips pull back, cock pulling almost agonizingly slow out of you until it’s just the tip and he slams back in, leaving you seeing stars.

[lale-txt]

HELLO!!! May I please have C,K,F and X for Thatch please he has such and chokehold on my heart. Thank you!!!

YES BREAD MAN. thank you so much for the request, he's one of my favs to write! though i always cry a little when making banners for him because there's no nice panels of him in the original manga (ಥ_ಥ) nsfw under the cut! reader is genderneutral.

C - Cum: Anything to do with cum basically

Thatch always makes sure you’re comfortable with cum play, he’d never pressure you to drink it all up for him or cum anywhere on your body you don’t want him to. If you give your consent though he’ll make sure no drop is wasted, asking for your mouth wide open, tongue out as he cums across your face, taking off the yellow scarf he used as blindfold for you so he can admire your hungry eyes as you lick him clean. Though he also enjoys watching his load drip out of your hole after he pulls out, watching you squirm under his touch when he uses his fingers to stuff it back in until he entices another orgasm out of you.

K - Kink: One or more of their kinks

Definitely not food play. While cooking is his passion, he’d rather see his dishes on plates instead of played around with. However, a good knife… would be a waste to use it in the kitchen only, right? He’s extra careful with it, loves seeing you shudder under the cold steel as he lets it run over your body, maybe ripping apart your underwear with it, a deep hum escaping his throat…

F - Favorite Position

Literally any position that lets you face each other. Thatch is very sensual, always hungry for some kisses while he’s buried deep inside of you, enjoying the feelings of your walls clenching around him. He loves seeing your face when you moan out his name and look at him with so much adoration in your eyes; it sometimes still feels unreal to him, being loved like that. 

X - X-Ray: Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words

Perfect baguette, ready for you to devour it whole. Nice girth, enough to stretch your walls nicely but without making it very painful (he's a big fan of lube anyway, especially the ones with flavor but always complaining that they taste nothing like they’re declared). Gives himself a nice trim but not fully shaved off, don’t be surprised if it comes in the same shape as his beard actually.

[dl-yum]

THATCH AS YOUR BF

Nsfw & sfw

•GF privileges because you are his girlfriend, of course, you have the most delicious, extravagant, and special foods in the whole crew(yeah even white beard)

•thatch love to see you in an apron he's a simp of you with an apron😔✊

•thatch always make sure to have a division commander go with you when you guys go to the island to stock

•The division commander has this Betting who gonna give white beard grandchildren first and everyone thinks thatch is the one near to it :)

•When you two fight the whole crew gonna feel the negative vibes in the whole Moby Dick

Addition: he is always the first one who says sorry cause he is a simp

•No one gonna sleep in the crew pt.2 (okey maybe just white beard)

•Love when you kiss his scar while you riding him

•he always makes sure to ask you "are you okay" "can I go fast or "can I come inside"

•such a sweetheart but when he is mad or jealous umm... DADDY!?

•You mostly gonna have breakfast in bed because....... You can't walk hahaha

Fun fact: ace run-in while you two doing it.....

@dl.yum

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

Saying Goodbyes

Feat: Thatch, Marco, Kid

Warning: Angst, Death of a character, Crying

Thatch

-Thatch's Sudden death makes you different

-You Love him so bad and you knew he feels the same way at you

-but now you have you let go and say your goodbyes to his grave

-the Whitebeard Pirates has been in the island where Thatch has been buried because you insisted that you must spend more time with him

-and after a few days Marco approach you and tells that the crew needs to leave now and you have keep yourself together and say your last goodbye

-So you have to choice but to do so.. You went to Thatch's Grave and rest your palm against the dirt "Sorry Love.. Bu-But I have to go now, we need to go now" You said and along with the a sob

-You kiss Thatch's Grave and leave, leaving all the hurtful things happens and only kept the happiness he gave you

Marco

-You're with him in Wano

-fighting against King and Queen when Suddenly a terrible happens to you

-you got hurt badly that Marco couldn't even heal

-Marco Lay you on his Lap and tries to Heal you up as if he really can

-Your Bloody hands held his warm hand and gave him a warm smile "I'm so sorry for being useless" You said

-you stop him for wasting his power on you "Don't waste it please.. Use it to something more important" You said again.. Marco look down holding back his tears and keeping himself together

-You Held his hand "Thank you so much for always by my side"You said as your life goes away from your body

Kid

-You had an incredible illness

-Kid had use his resources to find a way to save you but its already too late for that but he kept trying to find a way even if it kills him he would do it for his love

-And when got back from a mission he went to your favourite spot and when he got there you weren't there t be seen so he went to your house only for him to hear the terrible news from your parents

-You already passed away and only left a letter for your Beloved man. Kid took it without a word and headed to his ship and enter to his office

-He sat down and quietly open your letter and by then he carefully read it one by one while his tears were threatening to spill. As the letter ends he went to your grave "Thank you for keeping up with me y/n... I love you and only you" Kid's last words along with the flow heavy tears for the sorrow he feels right now

[cyborg-franky]

Hello franky san! Hope ur doing okay

Is it possible to ask for comfort hcs of thatch with a s/o who struggles to fall asleep? I’ve been having this problem where my breathing seems to stop when im dozing off, which I then have to get up in my place and gasp for air. It goes on and on like that the rest of the night till I somehow manage to finally sleep. Sometimes I never even go back to sleep coz im just scared it will happen again.

It’s kind of a personal thing and I apologize to you and everyone else if it’s not something that u can relate to.

I hope u having a great day🩷

First of all. I think you MIGHT have sleep apnea [spelling?] and should go to a sleep doctor. That sometimes happens to me and my wife shakes me awake. It's pretty common and I think in severe cases you need a machine to help you at night. I am not a doctor I just know a big bunch of people who have this issue! I would go and check it out ASAP <3

Thatch x GN Reader SFW

Thatch was the type of person who would be fast asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. He was always out like a light, ready to rise with the sun.

But you were his complete opposite. You struggled to fall asleep and even struggled to stay asleep.

Every day, you wake up groggy and feeling unrested, yet you get ready for your job, doing your duties as a member of the 4th division. Thatch knew you had a hard time resting, so he would try to go easy on you in the kitchen, leaving you to simple chores that didn’t involve anything sharp or hot.

Thatch noticed you tried to avoid going back to sleep sometimes, too shaken up from gasping for air, much like a man who’d been drowning, breaking the surface of the waves to gulp in a breath.

He would comfort you as much as he could, and you’d feel a large, rough hand on your back, rubbing you gently and soothing you as your heart raced. You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to focus on his voice, trying to ground you.

“Shh, shhh, darlin’, it's okay.” he cooed and started to snuggle behind you when he was sure you wouldn’t mind his body against yours when your breathing normalized, and you didn’t seem to be in a state of panic.

“Ugh, I hate it, Thatch. I’m so worried I won’t wake up again,’” you confessed and turned to face him, your tired eyes meeting him as he hummed in thought. We should take you to talk to Birdbrain tomorrow. It’s not right to keep this to yourself. Ya never know. He might have the answers,” he said as he carried on rubbing your back. 

You nodded only half here as your eyes grew heavy. You kept trying to wake yourself each time you heard your breath deepening in a light snore. 

Thatch sat up, leaning against the headboard, his hand now running through your hair, fingers playing with the strands. 

“I’ll stay awake and make sure you're okay. How does that sound?” he offered, and you blinked.

“But won’t you be tired?” he shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “I’ve already slept a near-full night. Let me stay up these last few hours, and if you stop breathing, I’ll be here to make sure you get up. How's that? My word!”

You felt warmth bloom in your chest. He was such a wonderful man, a perfect partner. “Really?” “Anything for you, darling. You just have to promise me you will see the doctor tomorrow.”

“I promise,” you sleepily mumbled and got comfy.

“Sleep tight,” he said, and you were already snoring softly, feeling safe with him.

[bbyjackie]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 — ♡

one piece social media + dating pt.2 feat: ace

♡ liked by chef.thatch, marco_o and 11.4k others

_ynln: mad he lost a handstand contest to some kid 🥱🥱

tagged: ace

ace: tell me how i got rated a 6/10 and that rat of a human got 9/10 🫤

↳ marco_o: you definitely got bullied as a kid with that attitude (liked by chef.thatch, _ynln, yamatoto)

↳ _ynln: MARCO JWVFIJBVFQO 😭😭

↳ ace: just letting you guys know, i wasn't bullied. i was the bully 💪💪

↳ izou.u: that does NOT make it any better

↳ saaaa_bo: why are you proud of that, all you did was bully luffy

↳ ace: now i'm not saying i stand with bullying but.. ☝️

↳ yamatoto: BUT WHAT???

p1rateking_luffy: Hehe Ace remember when we used to have handstand contests and Makino was the judge! 😁

↳ _ynln: omg that sounds adorable

↳ ace: yeah and you would fall on your head

↳ ace: makes sense why you're so stupid

↳ p1rateking_luffy: what does that mean

↳ ace: see what i'm saying

↳ saaaa_bo: you're literally the last person that can say anything

♡ liked by nicorobin, p1rateking_luffy and 9.6k others

_ynln: girls don’t want no scrubs!

[music: No Scrubs - TLC ♫]

tagged: lovenami, nicorobin

nicorobin: had so much fun with you 💗

↳ _ynln: I MISS U ALREADY

ace: YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT THESE PHOTOS 😍😍❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💝💞💕❣️❣️

ace: I AM NOT A SCRUB GIVE ME A CHANCE!

↳ _ynln: stop i have a boyfriend

↳ ace: screw him, i'll fight your boyfriend

↳ _ynln: he'll mess u up

↳ ace: HE PROBABLY STINKS

↳ _ynln: yeah he does LMFAOO (liked by saaaa_bo, marco_o)

↳ ace: 😐😐

ace: PLEASE ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😩😩

↳ _ynln: YOURE SO ANNOYING 😭😭

lovenami: WHEN CAN WE HANG OUT AGAIN

↳ lovenami: I MISS MY HUSTLE PARTNER ALREADY

♡ liked by iampops, sh444nks and 13.1k others

_ynln: i want to be that dog so bad

tagged: ace

marco_o: holy shit i've never been jealous of a dog

↳ ace: dw u can kiss me anytime 😘

↳ marco_o: bruh no i meant i want to sock you in the face

sh444nks: HAHAHA this is so good

↳ _ynln: omg i made it in life, redhair shanks commented on my post????!

↳ iampops: Yn I comment too

izou.u: first photo made my day, thanks yn

↳ yamatoto: real!!1!

p1rateking_luffy: AHAHHAHAH THIS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHHA

saaaa_bo: this photo is free therapy

ace: WOW THIS COMMENT SECTION MADE ME REALISE ALL MY FRIENDS ARE FAKES

↳ yamatoto: so glad ur self aware!!

↳ _ynln: love u i swear!

↳ ace: u r full of shit

↳ _ynln:❣️

♡ liked by saaaa_bo, iampops and 18.4k others

ace: my pookie dookie 💩 💗

tagged: _ynln

_ynln: words can't explain how much i hate that caption

↳ ace: my sweet white mocha frappuccino with two pumps vanilla, chocolate drizzle and one scoop of java chips

↳ _ynln: omg wow i was so close to pressing the block button

_ynln: rare photo of ace w a shirt on ‼️

saaaa_bo: @_ynln blink twice if u need help

iampops: W photo 💪

↳ ace: POPS WHAT

↳ marco_o: WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT

↳ iampops: Big slay ☝️☝️

↳ iampops: Yn no cap 🚫

↳ izou.u: someone literally needs to come get their grandpa 😭

↳ _ynln: pops using colloquial language needs to be protected in a museum (liked by ace)

p1rateking_luffy: Yummy food 😋😋

[portgasdbru]

whitebeard pirates groupchat

wb pirates (ace, izo, marco, thatch) x reader; ace x reader

cw: funny/crack, drug mention, a little bit suggestive

[alexa-fika]

hi! Do you mind writing something with a 3y/o child reader and the white beard pirates? Like specifically everyone is celebrating something, and then child reader slips and gets hurt and starts sobbing really loud and all the pirates are panicking?

Parties and Falls (Whitebeard pirates x male!reader)

A/N here we go! And along with this being a request I also wanted to dedicate it to @henrioo since I saw you were feeling down because of the lack of male readers out there and I wanted to cheer you up, this is not one of my best works but im hoping I can make more pieces so that you and all the male readers out there can enjoy and feel included!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which means reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

With a Yonko as a captain and one such as infamous as Whitebeard, one who was able to fight on equal ground with the Pirate King Himself, people usually thought of the Whitebeard pirates as a fearsome foe, and although it was true that you would not want them as foe, behind all that lied a close knitted family who all enyoyed one thing, partirs

With a whole bunch of pirates who could drink whole barrels of alcohol, they are the kind of crew that would throw whole week-long parties with everyone involved, and that was the case right now

Dokucha was not the exception. He always had a grand time when all his brothers were brought together on such a happy occasion

He wiggled his way around his brothers to reach the bar where Ace was currently sitting, struggling slightly to climb the top of the stool.

“Ace-nii, can I drink some of that too?” The boy asked, pointing to one of the pints the flame user was currently downing

“Sorry, lighting bug, you can’t have this.”

He pouts, leaning his head on the counter

“But everyone is having it!”

He chuckles

“Sorry, Dokucha, tell you what, how about you ask Thatch to prepare you something? I'm sure he can whip up something delicious for you.”

The boy lights up at that

“Really?!” He beams, the grin on his face quickly returning

“Yes, really, and make sure to thank him. He should be on the kitchen.”

“Okay!” He exclaimed, excited at the promise of a beverage; however, it was in his excitement that he forgot he was on top of a stool; losing his balance, he fell to the ground, the sound of the chair hitting the wood below being drowned by the cries of the child, the crew quickly sobering up at the sound

The entire crew looked down at the small child who was now crying on the ground; some were already rushing to get to him

Izou was the first to reach the small boy, picking him up and giving him a hug, trying to calm him down

He wraps his hands around his brother, their cries still ringing around the Moby Dick

“H-Hey Dokucha, hey, hey, don’t cry, lighting bug, it’s okay. We’re going to take care of you,” Ace reassures him, gently patting the head of the boy

“It hurts!” He cries

“Where does it hurt?” Ace asks as Marco makes his way over to the two

Thatch follows behind, rushing over

He simply points to his hands, small scratches littering them from their fall to the floor

Marco sighs, igniting his flames and holding Dokucha’s hands, healing all the small scratches. However, this did not lessen the cries of the small boy as tears rolled down his cheeks, hiccups escaping him.

“Buttercup, you’re okay. Look, see, your hands are all better now,” Vista says, joining his brothers in trying to calm down their youngest frowning when he shook his head and dug his head deeper into Izou’s shoulder as he continued crying and screaming

Whitebeard, who so far had been watching the whole ordeal play out, stepped in, gesturing at Izou to hand him over, who obliged

Whitebeard smiled gently at the crying boy in his hand

“There, There was that scary?”

He nods

“Y-yeah, and it hurt.”

“Well, you are alright now; look at you; there isn’t a scratch on you now.”

He cries, looking at his hands, and just as he had told him, there were no marks on his hands

“Breath in and out for me, yes, just like that, see you are okay.”

He sniffles, rubbing his eyes dry

“It was really scary.”

“It was scary, huh?” he says with a soft smile

“You feel better now?”

He nods smiling

“Thank you, PaPaw”

Again it’s not my best works but I really hope you enyoyed and @henrioo I really hope this was able to cheer you up a little, and I will try to write more male!reader from now on!

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Marco, Thatch, Izou and Ace x Fem  Reader: Lustful Secrets N/SFW

Hello loves! Yes part 3 is finally here! This may be the final chapter or may not be. This series was a little intense but also for me personally I enjoyed writing it. Now that Ace knows about the dirty little secret... The stakes just got higher. I will add part 1 and part 2. I hope you all enjoy the sinful pleasure!

Special thank you to @simpforroses for beta reading this I appreciate you so much babes!!!! love you!!!

TW: Vaginal penetration, Anal Sex, Orgy, Oral Sex, Voyeurisms, Double Penetration, Creampie, Double Creampie, Masturbation, Biting, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Hickies, Begging

WC:6,756

Ace couldn’t fathom what he witnessed weeks ago. Some of the images were still imprinted in his mind. He was just baffled that Marco would share you, his wife, so willingly like that.  But also hearing the whispers of ‘I love you’  after you both climaxed, he couldn’t understand it at all. Every time he saw you four together, he wondered if you were planning on doing that again. Wondering how many more times have happened after that incident.

 He would lay in his bed thinking about all the other things that could have happened. The deeper he went into his thoughts he felt his hand wrapping around his cock, closing his eyes as he pumped his cock letting out the low groans. The stroking began slowly, seeing you being manhandled one after the other. His fantasies overtaking him, he imagined himself pinning your hands above your head and the muffled whimpers as he pressed his lips hard against yours. Thinking about your tight slippery cunt gripping around his cock, he found himself pumping faster…the knots building up in his abdomen…feeling his balls tighten up just a bit. The faster he moved his hand, the faster he was going to cum.  Feeling his hips buckling, the sensation of climaxing was coming soon.  Knock on the door “Ace are you in there?’ you called out.  Ace tensed up but didn’t say anything. Ace stood quietly as he still continued to pump his cock; his hand over his own mouth. Standing on the other side hearing no response, you thought he must be somewhere else on this ship.

You had some items that you had to give Ace and you couldn’t find him at all. He was delayed on filling out some forms and some of his chores around the ship were not being attended to. Thinking he could be in the pantry in the kitchen again, you walked to the kitchen to find Thatch prepping the lunch for the afternoon.  You heard the sizzling of the pan as he stood at the stove sauteeing the veggies, and at the same time, he noticed the clicking of your heels as you were walking closer to him. “Hey Thatch have you seen Ace?” you asked him. 

“Not since breakfast…Did you check the bottom deck?” Removing the pan from the heat he began to wipe his hands with his apron. He turned to you, his hands resting on the counter and another on hip. Thatch looked around, seeing that the kitchen was empty for once. 

Letting a sigh out, Ace and you always have gotten along, but you were wondering if you offended him in some way. You felt like you were trying to be extra nice with him or ask him what was wrong but he seemed to brush it off then leave right away. “I think he is mad at me or something,” you ran your fingers through your hair.

“Don’t worry that pretty little brain of yours, or I may need to screw some sense into you,” Thatch patted your head. “You have to make a comment like that?” you deadpanned, raising your brow at him. You looked around to make sure no one was around. “You have to stop with those comments, Thatch,” 

“ It’s Papa Thatch to you, baby girl,” he took a step closer to you. “I have a few mins to spare, why don’t we take a dive into the pantry for a few mins,” The back of his hand gently touched your collar bone. “I’m gonna have to pass…” moving his hand away from you. “You're no fun, What if I let you take charge and take control of me ,” Thatch smirked. He felt himself become slightly hard just the thought of you telling him what to do. Your face became hotter.  “Doesn’t that sound nice? ” Thatch gave a cocky smirk 

“You may want to take care of that yourself Papa Thatch,” You look down at his tent forming in his pants, then back up at him.  “I have to get going,” Turning around, you began to leave the kitchen. You went to Marco’s office where he was finishing up the last of his paperwork. Knocking on the opened door, you caught his attention and he noticed the forms still in your hand. “Couldn’t find him. I’m guessing yoi,” he gave you a relaxed smile, “He will pop up eventually,” 

You placed the paper in the corner of the desk. Marco was still sitting in the chair when you came from behind him, your chin resting on his shoulder, your arms resting around his shoulders. .  “Few more hours, we can relax together in privacy,” “I’m looking forward to it as well,”  he leaned his head back slightly, letting out a low hum.  

A few hours passed as Moby Dick docked at an island. It had been some time since you all stepped onto an island wanting to get your sea legs a stretch. Marco did some research before arriving on the island. Villagers would have large properties of land and they would build small condos for travelers to rent for days at a time. The spaces of the condos are just perfect for both of you to have some alone time.  The first thing Marco and you did was checking if there was a space available. Luckily you were able to grab the last one before it sold out. Placing your bags in the cozy condo, you both decided to roam around the island. You both spent the day sightseeing the different highlights of the island, even stopping at the local boutique shop to pick up something for later use. Eventually, you ended up at the bar ordering a few beers. “Come on Ace, you seemed pretty bummed out these past few weeks! Take a load off!” Thatch slapped the 2nd commander's back. “Yeah, I guess you're right,” he scratched the back of his head. 

Izou, Thatch and Ace noticed the light coming from the bar that was just down the walk path. The bar was crowded when they entered, and it didn’t take long to notice two familiar figures sitting at the bar. “Hey guys!!!” Thatch called out. You and Marco turned your heads to the familiar voice of the 4th commander whose hair always stood out in the crowd.  Marco sees the three make their way towards them. He wanted a bit of alone time with you, but hoping since Ace was with them, they wouldn’t try to act on anything. “You two kinda took off quickly off the ship. I guess you both were eager to explore,” “Yeah, and spend some time together yoi,” Marco looked at him then at Izou. “That’s nice. I think you wouldn’t mind if we had a few beers together to help unwind,” Izou said. “Not at all,” Marcos gave his relaxed smile and you felt his thick hand wrap around your waist. “Take a load off,” Marco added. 

The bartender brought additional beers for the remaining 3. The small talking among the others didn’t escalate into anything.  Ace was still a rather bit quieter and would throw comments here and there but nothing else.

 “Hey Ace, are you okay?” you asked.

“Hmmm what?” the freckle face commander looked at you nervously.

You cocked your brow at him, “What’s on your mind? You seemed off for some time,” 

“Ahh, it's nothin, don’t worry about it,” he gave a grin, raising his mug up, and began chugging his beer. He was hiding something, but he wasn’t going to say anything. He noticed the tag from the key dangling outside of your pocket with the number 11 on it. “So you guys rented a room?” he asked.

The question caught the attention of the other three men. 

 “Oh yeah, since we are here on the island for a while, we wanted to enjoy the experience as much as we can.” your hands placed on top of Marco’s “You guys should enjoy yourselves as well. A bunch of available people on the island yoi,” Marco looked at Thatch and Izou. “Of course there are a lot of available people in this perimeter, even some who don’t mind what their status is,” Izou spoke with a smooth transition, as he looked at you, then at his beer. 

Even with his way of phrasing it, he didn’t want Ace asking questions about it, as he added “We will see. I may just enjoy the places this island its known for,”

Ace caught onto Izou’s words, knowing what he was trying to say. He was trying to compose his blushing face by chugging his beer then slamming it on the table. “Come on guys enough talking, let's drink!” “Ace is right, let’s enjoy the beers before they go flat,”  you declared, grabbing your beer. The tension started to go away as you all began to drink together.

 Staying at the bar for a few more hours, you felt Marcos hands resting on your thigh at the seam of the dress, his fingertips brushing higher, leaning over whispering in your ear “We should get going, I wanna see you in that little number.” He brought his head back, his eyes traveled down you as if he was imagining it in his mind as well. Biting your lip lightly you gave him a nod “Alright fellas we are going to call it a night. See you guys tomorrow, if not see you when we get back on the ship yoi.'' Both you and Marco got up as you both made your way to the exit of the bar. The three commanders watch you both leave the bar. “ You know what they are going to do,” Thatch rubbed his goatee. “Marco is such a dominant man.. Making sure his presence is known and who his wife belongs to, but just like what they say in history the male phoenix represents the yang aspect while the female phoenix represents the yin aspect; and together, the image is love between husband and wife. It’s rather interesting how they correlate to history,” Izou added. Ace heard the chatting among the Thatch and Izou as he pondered on the words Izou just said. Maybe he was feeling a bit buzzed. The next words followed out of his mouth so easily.  “ f they are yin and yang, then why were you two in the mix?”  Ace asked. Thatch and Izou turned to the second commander who was obviously buzzed. “What was that?” Thatch asked him. “I ain’t stupid as I look. I know what happened when you four were in their room,” Ace squinted his eyes looking at them both. “The rules no one can cum inside of her unless it was Marco and you couldn’t make any noise for people to notice…. Well, that was a fail.” Izou smirked and his mind began to work. “That was rather a quiet chat before anything happened. So I’m guessing you were hiding in the room somewhere. You couldn’t have been in the bathroom nor under the bed,” Thatch pictured the bedroom and the only thing he could imagine was Ace being in the closet. “Hiding in the closet. So you were very close and saw everything,” Thatch smirked. “I wish I didn't see it all,” He blushed and buried his face in his face on the counter. Closing his eyes for a moment his own fantasies were taking over his mind. He tried pushing them out of his mind, but they seemed to become more intense since he was buzzing. “But you did, I think we know you well, Ace, for the simple fact if something bothered you, it would be perfectly known to everyone, as you are very opinionated. But for you to watch everything that happened and still stand quietly, you must have enjoyed most of it. Could be the reason why you are acting so weird,” Izou pointed out. “Pshhh what!?!? No I wasn't. “ Aces face became bright red.

Thatch let out a low chuckle “don’t deny it. Seeing how Marco allowed it to happen you could be curious about his little wife. Ever wonder what it is like to hear her say your name just like she said ours?” ~~~~~~ Entering the condo, you both made your way to the room, grabbing the small little bag with the little ensemble in it. You made your way to the bathroom  stripping your clothing off and put on the black laced lingerie to make sure all the straps were where they should be. Fixing your hair in the mirror and checking yourself last time, you made your grand entrance to the bedroom.

Marco lit the candles in the room, giving it more of a romantic tone.  He was eager for the next few days to have you alone with no interruptions. You opened the door walking out to catch Marcos eyes. When his gaze fell on you, he could not peer away. 

“I knew it would look good on you yoi,” He made his way towards you.

“Thank you,” you blushed. 

Marcos hand slid down your curves, messing with the hem of your undergarments, and slowly walked backwards to the bed. Sitting on the edge, Marco’s hands placed themselves on each side of your thighs. He leaned over and began to kiss you. Your hands were already removing his jacket, caressing his toned, chiseled chest. Your hands made their way down, as you began unbuckling his pants, He came a bit closer. With one arm, he wrapped it around your waist, slightly picking you up, and placed you in the middle of the bed, looming over you like an affectionate predator. Your lips came in contact again, his tongue dancing with yours. Feeling his cock against your throbbing cunt, Marco began kissing your jaw down to your neck sucking on the open flesh of your neck the purple marks began to appear. He was taking his time, his hands groping your breast.  His hands caressing your soft smooth skin as it traveled lower till he found the warmth of your cunt  The thin fabric was damp with your juices. “We have all night my pretty little wife yoi ” He said in your ear then slightly sucking on your earlobe. 

Marcos fingers began to rub the dampened fabric. You felt yourself becoming more aroused as your pelvis wanted to feel more friction with the contact of his hand. Small pants spilled from the both of you, as you reluctantly bothered to take breaths between the kisses.

Hearing a banging on the door that startled you. Marco removed his hands, as he looked at the door hearing the banging sound once again, he let out an annoyed sigh “I’ll be right back yoi,” His erection went down. He still had his briefs on. Walking to the closet, you grabbed a robe tying it around you, peeking out of the doorway. Looking through the peephole, he saw the 2nd commander's face. ‘Ace??’ he unlocked the door, “Why the hell are you banging on the door like that?!”  There stood two additional people Thatch and Izou.

“Hey did we catch you at a bad time?” Thatch smirked.

“What is it?” Marco asked them.

“Well, you see, Ace must tell you and _____ something. It is a rather private issue. I don’t think your neighbors want to hear what he has to say,” Izou said.

Marco opened the door as the three commanders stepped in. In the living room of the condo sat Thatch, Izou and Ace, before you finally entered the living room, standing right next to Marco. “So what is the issue?” you asked “Ace will have to tell ya … go on Ace no need to be all shy,” Thatch arms rested on the back of the seat. Ace rubbed his face and he let out a sigh. His eyes couldn’t make contact with yours, he stared at the ground. “Look I know what happened, I-I saw everything going on when Thatch and Izou went into your guys room,” he mustered out, his eyes finally making contact with yours.

Your face turned a whole new shade of red. Flashbacks of those nights came to your mind and having someone other than the parties involved watching the dirty deeds being done to you made you literally lost for words. Marco pinched the bridge of his nose, he knew now the reason for Ace’s odd behavior. “You come to tell us now out of all times,” Marco said. “Well it would have been awkward with him buzzing and him spilling out to other crew members around. Luckily, it was us two around at that time,”  Izou added “As much as he witnessed of the sinister lust of that night, he wasn’t so innocent,” “If you guys are implyi--,” Marco was cut off by Izou. “Listen, Both nights were something your wife enjoyed. Up until this day you are afraid to admit it, you did enjoy seeing her in that state of mind of being shared. When everyone got that taste, you swooped in like the good phoenix you are and finished her off. Asserting your dominance over your little wife,” Izou folded his arms smirking over at Marco. Marco took a deep breath “So I’m assuming, you guys telling me to share MY wife again with an additional person?”

“Well you have done it twice, before minus the additional person. I mean who's to say Ace won’t go telling the crew what he saw,” Thatch said. “Do you think the crew needs to know what we have been up to and have the center of attention around your wife?” “Some of the other commanders may get a little envious hearing what had happened. They may try to talk to you about sharing. Do you really want them to ask you about sharing your wife?”  Izou responded.

You looked at Marco who was flexing his jaw before looking at the three of them. “ If this were to happen, this would have to be the last time…”  the response you gave caught all the attention from the 4 men in there. “It cannot be brought up anymore to anyone as this secret will go to our graves,” “______,” Marco looked at you. “This will have to be the final seal on this secret, Marco…”  grabbing the robes tie as it began to become undone exposing the cheeky piece you had on.Turning to Marco as his eyes trailed down your body getting his full undivided attention, pressing your body closely to his, your hands draping around his neck. “I belong to you, I’ve always had,” The hushtone sent goosebumps down his spine. Marcos hand sliding down to his wifes ass giving it a slight squeeze,with his other hand gripping your hip. 

“As my wife said this will be the final time… No cumming inside her still applies,” Marco responded saying out loud, as his eye contact with you didn’t break. He himself was becoming hard once again. His hands grasped her upper thigh picking you up, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, and made your way to the bedroom that was dimly lit with candles flickering with blue flames. The others followed closely right behind you. You were once again in the middle of the large bed. Marcos lips latched onto yours and soft moans escaped between the breathes. Marco’s thick lips began to travel down to your neck, sucking lightly as continued his way down. Softly kissing your abdomen, his hands pushed your legs open, as he was at eye level with your cunt. Pushing your panties to the side he didn’t hesitate one moment to taste your sweet juices. You arched your back, letting a shallow breath out. 

Izou walked to the side of the bed finding your eyes following his movement towards you. His kimono is already sliding off of his toned porcelain body, strands of his hair framed his perfect face. Climbing on, he made an indentation on the bed,  “I guess I have to make this night last.” Izou’s slender fingers caressed your cheeks, pressing his delicate lips against yours. His hand began to cradle your face. The kiss was a little more deeper than the usual ones he gave you. Inside Izou's own personal thoughts, you were the one that got away. Since he never jumped on his actions, a part of him was kicking himself for not trying a bit harder. He denied them until it was too late and you belonged to someone else. His hands slid down to your breast, going inside the lace bra, and he felt your nipple harden. His thumb ran back and forth on your nipple, as the other reached underneath you, as you slightly arched your back, and he unhooked the bra. Izou tosses it, and trails his mouth down, sucking on your supple breast. Slightly propping up on your elbow, you watched Izou’s skillful tongue swirling your nipple. Farther down, you saw your darling husband’s tongue flicking your clit with his fingers still holding your panties to the side.Your legs were quivering, unable to close them you let you loud moan. Ace hearing the moans coming from you,  his buzz was completely gone once stepping foot into the room. His hand was wrapping around his cock slowly stroking himself. The first time in weeks, your eyes met with his for a longer amount of time,  seeing hues of pink dusting his freckles. Ace felt himself walking to the other side of the bed. He crawled towards you, on his knees to the side of your face, until his stiff cock eye level with you. Even though he wasn’t speaking, you knew what he wanted. The tip of his cock coated with pre-cum, your finger wrapping around his cock pumping it a few times, feeling it twitch in your hand. Ace letting out a low shallow moan. Bringing your head closer to his tip, your lips wrapped around his tip, giving it a light suck getting a taste of the saltiness from the pre-cum. Ace brushed the strands of hair from your face to get a better look. Still in disbelief that Marco’s wife was sucking him off. He mumbled underneath his breath, watching a bit of drool come from the corner of your mouth as you continuously sucked on his cock. Feeling your body become more excited with the stimulation from Izou and Marco. The closer you were to cumming, the faster you bobbed your head, trying to chase the high. Ace let out a loud moan as the sucking was becoming more intense for him. Marco and Izou saw your body tense. “Cum for me _____ yoi,” Marco's voice was a bit more raspy, before he continued to suck and toy with your clit. Your lips detach from Ace’s cock. Your  fingers tugged on your husband as you felt yourself cumming. Marco got you a taste of your hot juices and raised himself from between your legs. 

“That’s my girl.” Thatch was sitting on the sofa to the side, his hand not leaving his cock once. “Oi baby girl,” Hearing the way his voice spoke towards you sent chills down your spine.  Taking a moment before sitting up, you see Thatch gesturing you to come towards him. Your legs were a bit wobbly as you made your way towards him. “Come sit on Papa Thatch’s lap. Everyone seemed to be hogging you, but now I feel a bit greedy,” He reached for you and you climbed on his lap facing him, as you felt his engorged cock against your abdomen. Thatch’s hand reached for your chin, bringing your face closer to his. “We have an audience, maybe even a duet soon… I want you to put my cock inside your wet little cunt,” he purred with a sly fox smile, removing his hand from underneath your chin, and moving both hands down to your panties. “These are going to get in the way,” without any effort, he tore the panties easily.

“Seriously?”  Marco let out an annoyed sigh. “Relax, I wouldn’t mind taking her to the store to get some more, Plus to see her in other pieces,”  Thatch said in a playful tone, “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Your finger grasped his cock giving it a few strokes. You adjust yourself, rubbing his tip against your wet folds. “It does.. .But...”you slowly began pushing down onto his throbbing cock, “It won’t happen Papa Thatch,” you asserted with a lustful voice. Your hot slick walls are tightened around his cock. Rocking your hips back and forth, his hand grabbed your ass tightly, the other hand had a fist full of hair as he crashed your lips against his. 

“You're such a damn tease, you know that?  But a cute little slut like yourself knows that already,” Thatch’s feral voice, accompanied with his hand smacking your ass was a turn on that you let out a yelp. 

“But you enjoyed fucking this little slut, Papa Thatchie. You liked it so much your fucking me once again mmmmm,” you teased in a whispery lush tone, before you felt another sting on your ass. 

“Fuck I’m gonna miss this,” Thatch grunted hard, “Not going to hear you say Papa Thatchie as I fuck you.” 

Ace was very turned on hearing the sinful exchange between you and Thatch. Just that one bit of taste he had he was craving for more. Ace was becoming a bit more courageous that in order to get his turn he needed to say it. “Thatch I think you had hogged her enough, since you all have had time with ________ I think it is fair enough to let me have that moment with her,”

“Is that so?” Thatch saw Ace walking over toward you. “It’s not over just yet… just let him have his fun with you for the time being,” the quiet tone he whispered to you before placing a kiss on your lip was tender. You saw your juices coated Thatch’s cock, as you removed yourself off his lap. Turning around to see the second commander right in front of you, you saw the corner of his mouth curl up, seeing your petite figure in front of him. Ace thick hands picked you by the waist. Adjusting his hand that was placed on the back of your thighs, your chest became pressed against his. His devil fruit made his body warmer compared to the others. You felt his erection graze your swollen lips. “You're so wet,” Ace let out a hollow breath. His tempestuous member made its way through your folds. Your finger gripping on his broad shoulders. He couldn’t fathom what he was feeling. Maybe it was the mixture of his upper thrusting and him moving you up and down on his cock?  Or how your lips never left his.Your fingers running through his thick dark hair. For weeks he had been thinking about this and never expect for himself to be actually fucking you.

The string of saliva separated as you both parted from one another's lips. “You're able to make eye contact with me now,” panting softly as you spoke to him. “Tell me, was this something you wanted since you saw what happened the last time?”  your thumb swiped the drool off his bottom lip. Ace felt his cheeks become hotter you could feel his hands also becoming a bit warmer as well. “If I say no it would be a lie,” Ace could feel your juices sliding down to the base of his cock. “If I had to choose between my hand or fucking you, it would be fucking you every single time. I’m sure Marco doesn’t like someone else fucking you… well someone new,” Ace started to become a bit cocky. “Easy Ace, you don’t want to annoy the husband too fast,” Thatch teased as he got up from his seating position. Thatch took this opportunity, seeing there was one available entrance, “Hmmmm, it seems rather lonely on this side _____,” Thatch said, grasping your ass. Ace didn’t stop his thrusting. His cock was still coated with your juices. His index finger going inward toward your anus. Ace could feel your fingers digging into his skin letting out a shallow breath, as Thatch began to toy with you. “Th-Thatch  nghhhh….,” Your voice trembling at his touch. You buried your head in the crook of Ace’s neck. “_______ just like the last time all you have to do is relax, Papa Thatch will take care of the rest of it,” Positioning his cock at your puckered anus he began pushing his cock inside nice and slowly. Your teeth sank into the crook of  Ace’s necks as you tried to block the stretching sensation of your anus. “Fuck ahhhh,” Ace hissed slightly, feeling your teeth in his neck. Ace could feel you stiffen, as Thatch entered her ass. It was a bit tighter. You removed your teeth from Ace’s neck noticing the indentation from your bite in his neck that started to leave a bruise forming. 

Thatch enjoyed the snug hold of your anus engulfing his cock. “See it wasn’t that bad baby girl,” he began thrusting slowly inside of you. Thatch’s hands wrapping around you cupping your breast as he began to massage them occasion twisting your nipples to get them hard.  

“Ahhhh~~~~” your voice was becoming raspy with the whines of pleasure as you called out both of their names. “See Ace how does it feel hearing her saying your name like that?” Thatch teased. “The best thing I’ve ever heard. Come on ______ let me hear you say my name over and over,” “Don’t let that go to your head yoi,” Marco said, seeing how Thatch was feeding into Ace’s ego. “Too late for that. His ego was fed tremendously on the way here,” Izou said. He remembered how Thatch seemed to encourage Ace, to the point Ace was in the lead as he made his way towards your room. The sound of the skin slapping against one another's skin intensified, as both men began to thrust harder and harder. “Oh shi---t~~~~~~ ahhhhh. Don’t stop ….. Yesss~~ yess~~~” you were getting a bit tongue-tied. “I want you to cum for me _____, Doesn’t cumming sound nice?” Ace’s fingers dug more in the back of your thighs. He focused on how your eyes seemed to roll back. Thatch’s finger gripped your face, turning toward him for a brief moment, “Don’t just come for him now. You’re gonna cum for Papa Thatch right?” “Yes Papa Thatch I will cum for you and Ace. Please don’t stop fucking me,” “That’s my girl,” giving you a rough kiss Your toes began to curl as you could feel it coming. They tried so hard to hold back their climax, but you clenched around both their cocks so intensely, so it was impossible. Thatch removed his cock in time as he placed it on your ass cheeks watching his cumming drip all over you. Ace lifted you up, his cock sliding out of your cunt. His cock was between you both and you got his hot sticky cum landing on your abdomen. You couldn’t breathe for a moment. Your orgasm lasted a few seconds making you light headed. Your vision is becoming a bit fogged up. It took about a minute to have Thatch and Ace clean the mess they left on you. “ I think those two have had enough for now…. My darling little wife ______” hearing your husband's voice calling you  as he was on the bed. Seeing his eyes move to his cock then back at you. You made your way to the inner part of the bed, where Marco met you with a soft kiss. “He wants your attention to yoi.'' He was looking at you while his hand reached for yours, guiding it to his cock. Your slender fingers around his member as you begin to pump his already hardened cock, bringing your lips low kissing the tip lightly. You felt this member throb. He let a low grunt out, as you licked the tip lightly, wanting to draw another moan...

 “Teasing now?” he chuckled.

“Maybe,” you smiled coyly, and your tongue began to drag along his thick shaft. He lifted your chin up and looked at him.

“Need I remind you of what happens when you tease me yoi?” Marco smirked. Your lips wrap around his shaft after the last reminder of what happened to you when you continued to tease him.Your hand was still stroking his cock, moving in the same rhythm of your mouth. His cock was coated with your saliva making it more slippery. His head laid back in the pillow cursing to himself. Marco pushed his pelvis slightly up.

“I think it would be fair enough to show some attention to my cock as well _____,” Izou sat on the edge of the bed. Coming closer towards you as he was on his knees. “I don’t think your husband would mind,” Marco ignored the comment from Izou. Trying to catch your breath, you began going back and forth between their cocks. When your lips sucked one off, you were stroking the other's cock. Both of them watched you switching back and forth with fascination, relishing in the sound of the slurps and gagging as you would randomly do one deep throat with their cocks. Sitting down on the couch, Thatch watched, slowly pumping his cock. Ace could see the juice leaking from your cunt, as you were between both men on your knees. His fingertips reached for his neck, placing them where the bite mark was. He was getting more excited. When you switched from Izou to Marco, Izou began to adjust himself to the side. Feeling his slender fingers tugged on your waist  he turned you on your side, leaning a bit more towards Marco. He collects all your hair to one side, before kissing your exposed neck. His hand slid down your body making its way to your thigh lifting the leg up. You stopped sucking your husband's cock for a moment. Going between your thighs, you felt Izou cock, your delicate fingers wrapping around his cock giving it a few pumps, rubbing his sensitive tip between your slits. A low growl came from Izou ``You seem to be teasing a lot more. Now my sweet doll, unlike your husband I don’t give fair warning on punishments,” his thick member slid into your pussy. Izou’s throbbing member pushed deeper inside of you,  supporting your leg with his hand. While the other hand was around you, his fingers were messing with your sensitive clit. “I-Izou~~~” Moaning his name out loud, you could hear his panting in your ear. 

“Such a shame you want to call this quits _____. After all the fun we have, do you really  want to give it up?” he picked up the pace, the sound of his skin clapping against yours as he thrusted harder, “ Look at me ______.”  Following his orders you looked at the brown orbs of the samurai, letting low whimpers out, biting on your bottom lip. “Answer my question”

“I-it has to stop,” trying to catch your breath in between each word. “Shhiiiiiiitttt~~~~ Izou please your gonna make me cum!!” “Is that so? Well…. Since you are gonna once and for all give this up, I’m going to postpone your climax. Izou could feel you tightening around his cock. “I want you to last,” Izou slowly pulled out his cock, pulling you on top of him. You were facing the foot of the bed where Thatch and Ace were. Your feet were planted on the sides of Izou’s outer thighs. Regaining your balance you placed them behind you as they rested against his chest Izou had one hand on your  waist on the other  on his cock. “Since Thatch blessed you earlier, I could do the same,” Feeling his slippery tip at your anus. “Slide down ______,” You took a deep breath before you began to slide slowly down, your fingernails digging into his chest “Mmm…ngh…,” letting out a loud groan. No, matter how many times you were fucked in the anus, it was still the first bit a pain to get used to. “Oh fuck,” throwing your head back slightly. You began to move up and down slowly.  Making eye contact with both Thatch and Ace “Good boys, continue to play with your cocks,” the sultry command coming from you sent chills down their spine. Izou's hands held firmly on your waist but at this point he had control. Each time you came back down, he was a bit more forceful. “______,” turning your head to your side to see your husband. 

You watched him until he was in front of you. Izou was still having you bounce up and down. “Slow down for a moment Izou.” Izou halted his thrusting for a moment as he was still fully inside of you.  “Relax your legs yoi,” Marcos spread your legs a bit more, raising them up. Izou had a hunch of what he was doing as his hands grabbed the back of your thighs and you began to lay back a bit more against Izou. Marco’s thumb rubbing your clit lightly. “Ready, my little wife?”

Giving him a nod, you watch Marco guide cock inside your exposed cunt. “Marco~~~~”  Your hands gripped the sheets to the side. Your doe-eye expression looked up at your husband as he leaned forward.  

 Marco let a shallow groan out  “You will always be mine yoi” his voice dropped a bit deeper. 

Izou rolled his eyes. “Impatient are we Marco?” “If you want to call it that, but if I wanted to fuck my wife I could do it anytime without anyones permission,” Marco's corner of his lip curled up “Is that right ____?”

“Yes honey~~~~” answering his question. Marco leaned forward pressing his lips against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. Both cocks going deeper with each thrust  

“No matter how badly you want this all to end, you will crave it. You can deny it all you want _______, but you know you would want me to continue to fuck you,” Izou grunted.  

“Keep telling yourself that yoi,” Marco let out a low chuckle. Marco watches as his cock disappears inside your tight little cunt with his thumb massaging your clit. You felt both men becoming a bit more forceful with their thrusting at the exchange with one another. Each encounter made Izou more rebellious against Marco’s rules. Since this was the last ‘claim’ time you all were going to do this Izou wanted to leave his mark. 

 “Don’t stop please, yes yes yes~~~~” you began to cry out loud. Looking at you husband, the vein on the side of his temple began to slightly bulge out. His breath became a bit unsteady, and so was Izou’s “Honey, I want you to come in me~”” your hand grasped onto his bicep.

Marco gave you a grin “So demanding, what do you say ______?” 

“Please cum inside me, I want your cum!” your voice was trembling, as you felt your walls beginning to contract. You began to heave, feeling the strong sensation of your climax coming in hard. Locking eyes with your husband, your vision went out of focus for a moment, the ringing in your ears during the peak moment of sheer pleasure took ahold of you.

Marco thrusting became a bit sloppier, seeing your eyes becoming glossy as your climax approached right then and there, just a second later he felt his hot seed shoot deep inside of you. Izou on the other hand was focusing on one thing: the moment he waited so long to do. The one deep thrust inside your ass you started to feel a warm liquid sensation. Trying to catch your breath your body tensed up. ‘Oh god what did he just do?’ you said to yourself. 

Marco noticed your facial expression wasn't right, your body rather tense. Pulling himself out his cock coated in a mixture of his cum and yours, but noticing Izou stopped his thrusting, he watched Izou pull out and saw the cum seeping out of your anus. Thatch and Ace already saw this coming, their hands coated in their own cum. They waited for the next words to come out of Marco's mouth. 

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[greyskyflowers]

The idea of Ace and Luffy being wild, feral things makes my own heart happy.

Honestly though, I picture them having a lot in common with animals.

Strong teeth, strong bones, tough skin, quick reflexes. The instincts that come from growing up wild.

An ability eat lot of things that other people maybe wouldn't or can't. Meat that's a little more rare than advisable and snapping bones to get to the marrow inside.

They walk quiet, soundless when they want to be, using shadows and blind spots to become basically invisible. They don't do it often because they both have terrible attention spans but they can sit still and silent for long periods of time if needed, waiting like predators for their prey.

Staring, the way animals stare and wait for the other one to back down, making themselves look bigger and baring teeth. They snarl and snap their teeth, flexing their hands like claws when they're not making fists, a low grumble in their chests that sounds like a odd growl.

How it's instinct to cover the throat and belly of themselves and their crews, vulnerable spots that must be protected.

Ace being one of the shorter of the Whitebeard crew, so he does that thing where he eases himself in front of the others to cover their throats and bellies. Curling his lip back to show teeth and keeping eye contact with anyone stupid enough to try.

Licking their wounds, literally.

I imagine them being incredible trackers, able to use their senses a little more than the average person. Ears a little sharper, scents being considered, eyes taking in all the little details. Maybe they're not aware of it, but I like to think they take it all in deeper than they possibly realize.

A sense for something wrong, like how some animals can pick up on the energy people give off, possible sicknesses, coming storms, being watched, etc.

Sleeping all tangled together, the way animals sleep together for safety and warmth in cooler times. Luffy and Ace are big cuddlers.

Not necessarily in the normal cuddle ways either, they like to either be sprawled out on top or covered by someone. They're either being protected or they're protecting.

Head butts and cheek rubs when happy. That extra emphasis on crew, like packs and herds. Crew.

A lot of touching. Playing with someone's hair or nuzzling into their neck or side, a lack of boundaries because animals don't have shame or concerns like that.

And everyone who regularly interacts with Ace or Luffy wants to know how two feral cats got trapped in human bodies.

Am I always down for poly crews? Yes

Platonic or otherwise? Yes

Do I think everyone is a little in love with Luffy? Yes

Do I think everyone is a little in love with Ace? Yes

The crews love their wild ones and spoil them rotten when they can and know how to.

And since this is already AU let's just roll with it.

♠️ Ace ♠️

Ace just despises Teach right off the bat. As soon as the ink has settled in his skin and he's got a claim on him that he's never had before, he's completely standoffish with Teach. No matter how much the others tell him that's his brother now and assure him, he's all teeth and fire when Teach is around.

The man makes the fine hairs on the back of his neck rise and the instincts pacing at the back of his mind spit out a hiss.

Threatthreatthreat

His teeth grind together in anger, muscles tense under his skin, and it's a vicious thing in his chest he hasn't felt so strongly since Sabo and Luffy were his.

It causes some tension. People torn between supporting Teach, who's been their own for awhile, or supporting Ace, who has a good sense for this type of thing and is so welcoming to everyone else. They don't know how Ace can be so sweet and well loved by everyone but does a complete 180 with Teach.

It's instincts that have gotten Ace this far in life though and one night, it's only those instinct that save Thatch.

Ace darting out of the shadows and landing like the wrath of a god in front of Thatch, the knife that would have gone into the man's back instead finds a home in Ace's shoulder.

A rumbling growl that gets louder and nastier as the seconds tick by, blood running down a bare chest before flames lick up a wound that only found flesh because letting it pass meant the possibility of it hitting someone else. Sharp teeth shining in the growing glow of the fire and the ends of his hair burning like the edge of paper.

The flames don't burn Thatch when the older turns around. His flames would never burn crew.

Thatch wraps an arm around his waist like he's going to pull him away, but it just stays there, heavy around him. Ace takes a moment to find comfort in the warm and very alive presence pressed up behind him, bigger than him and Thatch's own protective fury catching fire.

Marco is less restrained in his fury. As are most of the others when they rush to investigate. The only reasons it's not quick is because they want it to hurt.

Ace is a coiled threat the whole time, body tense but staying where he is because the original threat was to Thatch and he hasn't quite lowered his hackles from that yet. Still on his toes and ready to spring forward at a moments notice.

He gives a small warning growl to Marco when he gets close, who looks at him in both worry and fond exasperation.

The blood from the blade is black where it burned against his skin and the flesh is unmarked, but it doesn't stop everyone from fluttering nervously around him.

♠️

Ace is attractive, arguably pretty in a way most pirates aren't. Although this young generation is changing that quickly, have you seen some of these rookies?

He draws attention easily, everyone drawn in by his charming personality or freckled cheeks.

He's a flirt but he doesn't often let other people actually touch him. Leaning away from eager fingers or gracefully dodging arms, excusing himself when he feels to cornered. He doesn't want the feel of strangers on his skin, he just wants the crew. And Luffy of course, his heart giving a lonely pang for his brother.

Sometimes people don't get the hint though, and sometimes they do and they don't care.

Drugs don't effect Ace like they would someone who wasn't a devil fruit user but they still make him dizzy and weak before he burns through it.

It only takes once, outside a bar with someone's hands on his skin when they didn't belong there, on his lower stomach and the other up by his neck. He doesn't even get a chance to try to shake off the drug enough to do anything before the man is gone.

Familiar hands, Marco, running over his skin quick and firm like it could wipe away the foreign touch before he processed it was there. Like if he replaced the unknown touch with his own quick enough it will wipe away the lingering disgust and discomfort of the stranger.

The whole time he keeps Ace hidden between his larger body and the wall behind them. Ace's heart aches almost as much as his head with how thoughtful it was. How safe and grounding it was.

The only arms he lets grab him, the only hands that he presses in to, are crew.

♠️

Ace has a habit of sneaking into everyone's bed, they don't talk about how they all know it's on the nights where he can't sleep or has nightmares. He burrows between them and the mattress, until he's under them enough to feel covered, safe and protected.

Ace isn't a small guy but he's lean, always had a hard time bulking up with his metabolism being so high and his natural build. He feels small with them, especially the commanders like Jozu and Vista who completely cover him. Even Thatch and Marco are decently larger than him though, Izo and Haruta being the exceptions but they're large in everything that they are.

They all welcome him. He's warm and sweet, plus it's nice to know he's sleeping somewhere safe instead of falling asleep in strange places through the day.

Marco is usually his favorite though because he doesn't pretend to be asleep. He just props himself up enough so Ace can wiggle under him before settling back down, his chest to Ace's back.

Some nights when the pressure is too much and he's restless in a way that feels like it's deep in his bones, he paces the ship. He's coiled and tight, usually not sleeping for a few days before it catches up to him and he slinks away somewhere dark and hidden to finally rest.

Usually one of the other commanders can coax him into resting, all of them getting the hang of how to best help their wild, little one.

♠️

The crew getting used to Ace just crawling into their laps and making himself at home. He is also fond of appearing just long enough to rub his face into someone's neck or against their cheek before taking off again.

♠️

Ace sneaking off to literally lick his wounds in peace when he gets hurt, especially when he was still finding his place. Someone always having to go track him down because he stays curled away like an injured animal until he feels better if they don't.

Licking at his arm one time when he manages to get caught with seastone, blood staining his teeth and tongue rust colored. Marco trying to grab him and in full lecture mode as Ace tries to dig out the lingering seastone with his teeth.

♠️

An extra one to hurt just a little ♥️

Ace is wild. Already a problem before you factor in his devil fruit and raw power. He's got a reputation of biting, taking off fingers and catching throats between sharp teeth.

It seems like someone did their research though because the muzzle they wrangle him into has seastone. Everyone has finally caught on to the fact that he doesn't need his flames to bite.

It's a sharp, nasty thing. Probably thrown together quick in a desperate attempt to get him under control. The straps dig into his skin hard enough to draw blood and Ace can already picture Marco talking about infections.

It hurts and goes from a deep, dull discomfort to a sharp, active pain. The muzzle settles into his skin and rub the skin raw where it doesn't outright cut into it. He's been captured for a few days, the wounds clotting and trying to heal only to be ripped back open when moving a certain way.

It was only a matter of time until they came for him and when the guards start getting fidgety he wishes he could show his teeth in a grin. Everyone knows what happens to those stupid enough to mess with the Whitebeard pirates.

He always knew they'd find him, even when the guards whispered in his ear cruel taunts about being forgotten. Unloved.

His heart still goes heavy with affection when he hears the first sounds of death coming for his captors.

[standfucker]

White Out

Characters: Marco, Ace, Thatch, Izo

Reader: AFAB, GN pronouns (they/them)

Word Count: 10,427 (I'm sorry.)

CW: Explicit N.SFW content, PWP, gangbang, double penetration, knifeplay (light), oral, anal, deepthroating, breast fucking, degradation, praise, roleplay, CNC, bondage, BDSM, short reader (mentioned briefly, not size kink though)

Summary: I have nothing to say for myself.

Actual Summary: You and your four favorite people try your hands at a little roleplay.

AO3 Link

The safety discussion had been summarized one last time, preferences and limits clearly defined so there was no confusion.

You’re still not sure how it happened–sure, you could name the sequence of events that led up to it, the friends-with-benefits relationships with each of them, the drunken admittance of your deepest fantasies that one night–but it still didn’t seem real.

But there you were, perched on the edge of Marco’s bed before all of them:

Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.

As the first mate, Marco had the luxury of his own quarters, and offered them as a setting for your scene. The room seemed smaller with the five of you in it, but that was fine. Should things go as planned, you wouldn’t be needing extra space.

Thatch cradled your face in one giant hand, tilting your head up so you looked him in the eye. “Ready?”

You swallowed and nodded.

“Are you sure? You look nervous.”

“I am,” you admitted, “but that’s okay. It… It makes it…” Your cheeks grew even warmer than they already were. 

“Better?” Izo finished for you, smirking despite himself.

“Yeah…” It was so much easier to be honest under the influence of alcohol, but for this, it was important that you were all sober. “I’m ready.”

For a moment, no one spoke, unsure of how to start. You weren’t normally that shy, but the thought that this was really happening, and in front of all of them, had you momentarily frozen. Nervousness twisted up your insides and intertwined with the heat between your legs, making it all the more responsive. Nothing had happened yet, but just the anticipation alone made you wet.

Izo found his voice first, clearing his throat before speaking. “Well, well, well,” he said, pitched low with an eagerness that made your heart pound, “what do we have here?”

As if breaking a seal, Izo’s commencement spurred on the others.

“A Marine,” Ace’s voice dripped with disdain, and he looked down at you, shocking you at how easily he fell into the roll, “sailing all alone…”

“...and ripe for the taking,” Thatch concluded, eyes half-lidded.

A shiver ran through your body, and you wondered if they had talked about this behind your back, because they were working off each other maddeningly well already. You sucked in a shaky breath. “You might as well kill me–I’ll never talk.”

Marco chuckled darkly. “Hear that, guys? They said they’ll never talk, yoi…” He approached the bed, suddenly grabbing your shirt by the collar and yanking you onto your feet. He adjusted his grip, taking a bigger fistful of the fabric, then pulled up, until he was lifting you entirely off of the ground, bringing you face-to-face. “But I bet I can make you sing.”

You knew he was strong, but this–this was showing off, impressing the power difference between you. And it was working, your stomach flipping in place at the thought of how easy it was for him. For any of them. You weren’t weak by any means, but the Division Commanders outclassed you.

“N-Never,” you bit back, despite the obvious effect his manhandling was having on you, “I could never be affected by the likes of your kind, pirate scum!”

“Hm,” Marco leaned his head even closer, lips barely hovering over your own. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you–and then he bit your lower lip, just short of breaking the skin, making your whole body tense and drawing out an involuntary whimper.

“We’ll see.” He dropped you, and you stumbled back, into someone’s chest. You hadn’t even noticed Ace moving behind you with Marco commanding your attention.

Ace ran his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps despite the heat of his skin, until he reached your wrists, where he tightened his grip and forced them behind your back. He nosed into your neck, inhaling your scent before dragging his hot tongue up the side and growling, “Izo, pass me the rope.”

You were already trembling from it all, Ace’s iron-like grip, his tongue, the heat radiating off his body that always seemed to intensify whenever you slept together. The scene must have excited him, because he was raising the temperature of the entire room, not to mention the hardness that pressed into your rear.

Izo plucked the length of rope from Marco’s desk and stepped over to you, handing it to Ace with one hand while the other gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to look up at him. “Poor little thing, shaking like a leaf. Are you that scared?”

Of all of them, it was Izo, surprisingly enough, who had the strongest dominant streak. He was entirely in his element as he smirked down at you, not giving you a chance to reply before he continued, “you should be. You got caught by the wrong pirates, my dear.”

Your trembling had nothing to do with fear, of course. The nerves were there, but the knowledge that you could stop at any time was a reassurance that only made everything hotter, in a way. You gave Izo a defiant look, even as Ace worked on tying your wrists together behind your back. “I’m not scared of you.”

Izo’s smirk widened. “No? Maybe I should tell you what we have planned for you, then… See how you feel after that. Do you want to know?” He leaned in closer. “What it is we’re going to do to you?”

Anticipation made your heart pound like a hammer. You weren’t sure if you were meant to respond until Izo’s grip tightened almost painfully on your chin. “Speak,” he ordered, the command sending a jolt between your legs.

“I d-don’t care,” you spat, “It doesn’t matter what you do–I won’t submit.”

“Is that what you think?” Izo purred, “then I think I’ll go ahead and tell you…”

Ace finished tying your wrists, the rope snug but not too tight. You pulled against it, testing the hold, but as an experienced sailor, there was no chance of the expertly-tied knot coming undone. “How’s that?” Ace whispered into your ear, momentarily breaking character.

“Green,” you responded, then tensed when he licked the shell of your ear, resisting the urge to whine.

Izo leaned down further until he was speaking into your other ear, voice husky and dark with promise. “For the next few hours, you belong to us. And we’ll do whatever we want with you. You’re going to be stuffed full–in every hole–until you can’t think about anything but our cocks. We’re going to fuck you so well that for the rest of your life, you’ll have to live with the knowledge that the best orgasms you ever had were at the hands of pirate scum.”

You could physically feel yourself getting wetter with every sentence, breath catching in your throat. He was too good at this, evident in how his words were affecting the others, as well. Thatch was palming at his crotch, breathing less evenly. Marco bit his lip, the fingers of one hand curling and uncurling repeatedly. You had the sudden mental image of a bird of prey’s talons closing around a mouse. The thought was not helping.

Ace’s lips attached to the side of your neck then, and you clamped your mouth shut to muffle the whine that rose in turn, but it was still audible. The men reacted like dogs to a whistle, eyes locked onto you at the sound. Ace didn’t let up, sucking and nibbling until your legs were shaking, one hand holding the rope around your wrists and the other clasped onto your hip.

Among your partners, you normally only let Marco leave bruises, as he could heal them after a session, leaving nothing for your crewmates to potentially tease you about. For this scene, it was allowed for the same reason. As a result, this was the first time Ace got to indulge, and you suspected he had a kink. He was clearly into it, grinding his hard-on into you shamelessly as he started on another mark a little higher up your neck.

Izo let go as he stood back to his full height, appraising your reaction, desire simmering in his dark eyes. “Look at you. We’ve barely started, and you can hardly stand.”

It was getting harder to think with Ace chewing up your neck while Izo talked down to you, but you managed to play the role despite it. “S-Shut up. The others will–mm!–will come looking for me.”

“Oh? When will that be, exactly? You aren’t scheduled to arrive at your destination for days, pretty thing. And we’ve taken your transponder snail.”

Ace broke away from your neck to growl into your ear, “No one is coming to save you.” And then his tongue was on your neck again, licking his way to a new spot to bruise.

You almost lost composure at that, briefly considering just stopping the scene and begging them to take you on the spot. Sheer force of will held you together at that point. You wanted to see it through to the end, though, certain that if you just held on, the reward would be well worth it.

Izo reached into his kimono, and your pulse quickened, knowing what was coming next. The sharp edge of the dagger he withdrew glinted in the lamplight.

“I’d try and hold still, pet. Get those legs of yours under control, hm?” Izo said to you, but he glanced at Ace as he spoke. Ace got the message, pausing his ministrations and pulling you tight against him to keep you still. He did not remove his mouth from your neck.

Izo touched the tip of the dagger to the base of your throat with the barest pressure, feather-light and not enough to break the skin, before sliding it up, slowly, all the way to your chin. You were thankful for Ace’s hold on you then, because you were sure your knees would give out. It was almost embarrassing how badly it made your cunt throb.

Izo smirked like he knew.

Lowering the blade to slide flat under your shirt, he pulled it toward him, turning it so the sharp edge of the dagger was against the fabric. In a single, downward motion, he cut through the front. Then he cut through your sleeves, until the shirt was only being held in place by Ace’s body. Izo grabbed the shirt and pulled it from between you two, so you could feel Ace’s bare skin against yours.

“Oh,” you breathed, never quite able to get used to Ace’s change in temperature when he was aroused. His skin against yours was like sinking into a hot bath, contrasting against the cooler air on your chest. In any other situation, it would have been relaxing. But your focus instantly went back to Izo as he cut through both bra straps next, then the center band. He ripped that off, too, exposing your chest. He did not miss the way your nipples had hardened, and you had to bite back a pitiful noise when he touched the tip of the dagger to a nipple.

You shut your eyes, briefly overwhelmed, and the touch moved away. A moment later, you felt him pulling the hem of your pants away from your skin so he could safely slice through those as well. Soon you were only in your underwear, which Izo left alone. Satisfied, he walked over to the desk and set down the dagger, then stepped into place beside Marco and Thatch. “Who wants to go first?”

Ace resumed his steady devouring of your neck, shifting the hand on your hip forward, along the hem of your underwear, and then under it, trailing a blazing path down your mons until his fingers were separating your outer lips. He paused at feeling just how wet you were, and you felt his lips curl into a smirk against your neck.

“Looks like Ace is,” Thatch muttered, not actually sounding all that bothered–he liked the show. “Look at his grin… I bet they’re soaked.”

You had to bite your lip as Ace’s hot fingers delved between your folds, stroking idly and making your knees weak. The very wet, very lewd squelching that arose only confirmed Thatch’s words. The sound had a visible effect on the men, the air in the room seeming to thicken with combined desire.

Ace let go of the rope with his other hand, moving it to your head, and he grabbed a fistful of hair close to the base before harshly forcing you to bend over. “Their mouth is free, Thatch.”

The pulling on your scalp and the roughness with which Ace handled you only fueled your fire. You thought you couldn’t possibly burn any hotter, but then Thatch approached you, unbuckling his belt, and your body was searing. He freed his cock, stroking it with one hand while the other replaced Ace’s in your hair, and leaned his hips forward until the tip pressed against your mouth.

“Go on, then, make yourself useful,” Thatch said, the tremor in his voice betraying his excitement, “you know what will happen if you bite, so why don’t you just take it like a good little prisoner?”

You met Thatch’s eye, but your glare quickly faltered due to Ace suddenly penetrating you with his fingers. Your breath hitched, momentarily unable to respond with the pressure and heat now massaging so expertly inside you. 

“You’re okay. Come on,” Thatch murmured, pupils blown wide at the sight of you buckling under the pleasure, and then his voice dropped low, “open.”

The deep pitch cut through the haze and into your head, the command reaching that part of you that you couldn’t let out anywhere else, the part of you that longed to listen and obey, that wanted nothing more than to cede control. You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out, unable to stop the whine that followed.

“There you go…” Thatch praised, pushing himself into your mouth with a hiss, “fuuuck…”

He was already leaking, pre-cum salty on your tongue. Your noises were quickly muffled as he inched in further, then pulled out a little, only to push back in even deeper, lubricating himself bit by bit with your saliva.

It was difficult with Ace casually fingering you, but as long as he didn’t touch your clit, you were pretty sure you could focus on both things. You relaxed your jaw, letting Thatch reach the back of your throat, and then you sucked.

“Fuck!” Thatch cursed, fingers tightening in your hair in an attempt not to ram himself down your throat, the pain making you moan around his cock. Thatch eased his grip on your hair only slightly, keeping you in place as he started to thrust shallowly into your mouth. “That’s it… Fuck, just like that…”

Ace rested his free hand on your hip, and you felt him press a kiss to your back before licking the skin there. “Heh… They got wetter,” he announced to the others, “you love this, don’t you? Such a cockslut… I bet you let all the other Marines use you like this.”

You normally couldn’t reach orgasm without touching your clit, but with Ace gleefully degrading you, you thought for a moment you just might. It was all you could do to stay on your feet.

“Nng! I’m gonna… Go deeper,” Thatch panted, “one of you, watch for their signal for me… Ace, let up, will ya?”

With your wrists bound and your mouth full, the safety signal was you stamping your foot. You idly wondered if you’d need it–deepthroating wasn’t new, but it was always a challenge, and Thatch–all of them, really–were worked up from the scene, less prone to holding back.

Ace slowed his strokes so you could better focus on the task. Thatch pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust until you were fighting the urge to gag. You willed yourself to relax, focusing on your breathing, and Thatch eased himself into the tight canal of your throat.

“Oh, fuck!” He moaned, shutting his eyes as his grip in your hair tightened again. He opened one eye to take in your expression, making sure you were still okay, before starting up gentle thrusts. “So good. So fucking good, there you go… Taking me so well…”

Spit and pre-cum combined and dribbled down your chin, and your eyes watered reflexively until tears ran down your cheeks. Off to either side, you could see Marco and Izo, standing closer than before, both of their gazes fixed onto you. Marco was desperately rubbing himself over his pants while Izo had already disrobed, both kimono and undergarments forgotten on the floor as he stroked his cock.

Thatch had his eyes shut again at how good it felt, but a muffled moan from you had him look down at you. At the sight of your tears, something must have awakened in him, because his grunts tipped into something guttural, and he went a little faster, cursing weakly. “Fuck, oh, fuck! Not yet-!”

His hips began to stutter in their pace, and then Thatch let go of your hair and pulled out with a gasp, stepping back, his cock visibly throbbing. You coughed and caught your breath, switching back to breathing through your mouth, head hanging down.

“That was close… I almost came,” Thatch panted, crouching down next to you and cupping your cheek. He tilted your head up so you were looking him in the eye, thumb stroking your temple lovingly. “I want to save it… I want to cum in your cunt. Wanna fill you up, deep inside… Wanna see it dripping out of you…”

You could only whimper in response, thighs pressing around Ace’s hand. Now that you didn’t have to focus on deepthroating, he started pumping his fingers faster, and when he curled them just right, you stood up straight as if electrocuted, pressing back into him with a shaky whine.

Thatch walked over to a chair and slumped into it, taking a break so he could come down. He let out a sigh and groaned, “What a mouth…”

You leaned your head back on Ace’s shoulder, closing your eyes and generally trying to keep it together. Ace turned his head to kiss your temple, then whispered into your ear, “Eyes forward, captive. You’re far from done.”

You opened your eyes to see Marco approaching you, Izo following close behind him. Marco rested his hands on your hips, squeezing them before running them up your sides and to your front, where he groped your breasts. You bit your lip as he massaged and fondled them, but gasped when his thumbs started rubbing your nipples, the sensation like a current that ran from your chest straight to your cunt.

“Ah! N-Not there! No!” You cried, the touch igniting your whole self, a full-body sensation that spread out from between your legs.

Marco stopped immediately, going to lower his hands, but Izo caught his wrists, keeping them in place. “It’s fine, Marco. They didn’t use the safeword. You can keep going.”

Marco hesitated, then started rubbing again, and you all but thrashed, body jerking from the onslaught of stimulation but unable to escape it due to Ace’s firm hold on you.

“Oh, god! No, no, it’s–ah! It’s too much!” You pleaded, tearing up again. The attention to your nipples was making you drip, even with Ace’s hand in the way, a few clear drops on the floor beneath you slowly becoming a small puddle. Izo glanced down at it, then at you.

“My, my. So sensitive,” Izo mused, “is that really as much as you can handle? I thought surely a Marine would be tougher than that.”

“I… I…!” You started to say, then cursed, jerking again as Marco bent down to drag his tongue across a nipple. “Fuck!”

Marco licked your nipple over and over, alternating between pressing his tongue flat against it in slow passes, then using the tip to flick and circle the nub, and all you could do was take it. Your legs grew weak once more, and threatened to give out entirely when Marco closed his lips around your nipple and sucked.

Your back arched, and then your legs finally failed as Izo crouched down to suck on your other nipple. Ace held you up easily with one hand, completely unbothered by your weight as he continued to finger you all the while.

The combined sensation was overwhelming, every nerve alight as they messily sucked on your breasts, your whole cunt throbbing and clenching. Through the haze of pleasure, you wondered vaguely if you’d join that small percentage of people who could come from nipple stimulation alone–but it never happened. Instead, you only stayed torturously worked up, almost to the point of edging.

‘I bet you wanna cum, huh, babe?” Ace whispered into your ear. “We won’t leave you like this forever, don’t worry… We’re pirates, not monsters. Here…”

Ace’s thumb found your clit, rubbing in practiced circles, and you jerked again with another strangled cry. With all the prior buildup of the scene, much less the current multiple points of stimulation, it didn’t take long for your body to start its climb and rapidly ascend. Every bit of pleasure seemed to accumulate between your legs and build and build, with only one end in sight.

“I’m–I’m gonna cum, I’m–!” Your words turned into a broken sob as release crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure euphoria that radiated out from your clit and spread to every inch of your body. Ace sank his teeth into your shoulder, growling at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his fingers, slowing but not stopping their movement so as to draw out your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you were no longer grinding your cunt against his hand, at which he finally pulled out.

“Marco, Izo. Stop,” Ace directed, although the other two were well aware that you had finished and had already detached themselves from your chest. “Sixty seconds, remember?”

One of the rules you had in place was that after an orgasm, you needed a minimum of one minute to come down before you could be touched again, with one exception–if one of them was close, they could go past the limit, as you could always use your safeword if needed.

You slumped back against Ace, trembling and panting, your clit still pulsing with aftershocks.

“Easy does it,” Ace murmured, thumb rubbing circles on your hip, “we’re not finished, so just take a breather for now.” He brought the hand he fingered you with to his mouth, sucking your fluids from his fingers with a debauched groan, and you felt his body temperature raise another degree.

Izo stepped closer, until his cock pressed against your stomach, and he rutted against you with a pleased sigh, warm pre-cum smearing on your skin. He took your face in both hands, angling you to look at him. “Look at you. You love being our plaything, don’t you?”

Your head was swimming, but you knew he wanted an answer. The only thing adhering you to the scene at that point was the others keeping it up. “I don’t…”

“Hm, still a little fight left in you,” Izo remarked, thumbs brushing away tears, “no problem.”

“We’ll fuck it out of you,” Marco promised. “Thirty seconds left, yoi… Then you’re ours.”

Your eyes widened, because how had thirty seconds already passed? Sighing, you let your head rest in Izo’s hands, soaking in the affection that was admittedly out-of-place for the scene, though contrasted with his animalistic rutting. Gradually, your breath returned, and even though your legs found strength once more, Ace didn’t stop holding you.

“Five,” Marco counted down, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine, “four… three… two… one.” 

Marco grabbed your underwear and ripped it off your body as easily as if it were made of paper, tossing it aside. He ran a finger through your folds, just to feel for himself how wet you were, sucking his lip between his teeth once he found out.

Ace’s free hand squeezed your ass, then trailed between the cheeks down to your puckered hole. A swell of panic rose within you suddenly, and you called out, “Yellow!”

As if a switch was flipped, everyone stopped instantly, pulling away from your body aside from Ace holding you. His other hand came to your shoulder, turning you so he could see your face, his own written with concern. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong? Do you need to stop?”

“I’m okay,” you assured, “and I definitely don’t want to stop.”

“Change your mind about anal?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s not it. I–I want that, too.” You raised your voice enough for Thatch to hear from his spot in the chair, a few feet away. “I just wanted to remind everyone, before we go any further: Anything that goes in my ass–tongue, fingers or dick–doesn’t go in the front or in my mouth afterward. Okay?” That was a lesson you had to learn the hard way, a triple infection that led to a humiliating visit to Marco. It was he who taught you how to play it safe.

The other four all agreed, verbally confirming that they understood.

Ace thought for a moment. “Unless we use a condom first, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay,” Ace said, “hey, Thatch. Pass me a condom.”

Another shiver ran down your spine at that. Thatch stood up, and Ace added, “And a glove, and the lube, please.” 

The requested items were wordlessly grabbed off the desk and brought to Ace, Thatch pausing to trace your lips with his index finger before he returned to his seat.

Ace turned you to face Marco and Izo again, so you could not see, but only hear the noises of him setting up: the snap of the latex glove on his hand, the squirt of the lube bottle, the wet smear of it between his fingers. You started to tremble again, and the men in front of you noticed, Marco petting your head while Izo’s smirk returned.

Ace’s fingers, now slick with lube, found your asshole once more. You expected the lube to be cold, but Ace had quickly warmed it to a comfortable temperature. He traced the ring of muscle teasingly, enjoying the way you tried to stifle your noise as a result, before penetrating you slowly with one finger.

You tensed, not meaning to make it difficult, but it felt so good you couldn’t help it. “Oh…”

“Relax,” Ace said softly, “just let me in… There, just like that, good…”

You bucked your hips back into his hand slightly, whimpering through a closed mouth and straining helplessly against the ropes binding your wrists. Ace probed deeper, until he reached the knuckle, then pulled back out, squeezing more lube onto his finger before pressing back in.

“You really like that, huh?” Marco commented, glancing below you, “dripping again, all over my floor.”

“Such a slut,” Izo’s grin was wicked, “getting off on being used by the enemy. You needed this so badly, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, both in response to Izo and to the fact that Ace inserted a second finger.

“Tell me how much you love it, and maybe I’ll touch that needy little clit of yours, yoi,” Marco said, voice low in a way that was unlike him. It seemed the scene was teaching everyone something new about themselves.

Like you needed any more prompting. “I love it,” you moaned shamelessly, “please. I love it so much, please touch me, sir…”

“Sir, huh?” Marco’s lip curled in satisfaction before he reached between your legs, finding your clit on the first try. He rubbed slowly and gently, adding to the sensation of Ace fingering your ass rather than distracting from it. It was almost unfair how well they worked together. “That’s Commander to you, Marine. That goes for all four of us.”

Ace kept applying lube intermittently, more than he really needed for just his fingers, and you realized his intent when the characteristic sound of a foil wrapper tearing hit your ears. You could hear his breathing get heavier with excitement as he unrolled the condom onto himself, then added a generous coating of lube.

“Gimme a hand,” Ace spoke over your shoulder, at the other two. Even as the shortest one among them, he was still tall enough compared to you that he needed to pick you up to bring his hips level with yours.

Marco abandoned your clit in order to grab your hips, lifting you effortlessly. Ace placed one hand below Marco’s on your hip, the other lining himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against and then slowly penetrated your asshole. Ace threw his head back with a curse as Marco helped ease you down, lower and lower until Ace bottomed out.

Ace’s other hand came to your other side, and when his bare fingers dug into your hips, you realized he had discarded the glove at some point. “I–” Ace had to pause, briefly overwhelmed. “...I got ‘em, Marco, th-thanks.”

“Sure.” Marco released his hold, letting Ace support you, and you were certain he’d leave bruises with the strength of his grip. Not that you minded–the pain enhanced the pleasure the same way sweet and savory food complemented each other. A little bit of one (or even a lot, depending on your mood) went a long way in increasing the other.

Ace pulled back his hips just slightly before snapping them forward, like he didn’t want to be outside of you for a second, gasping as he did. “Tight! Oh, god, that’s tight. Fuck…”

The action drew a small moan out of you, a second following shortly after as Ace started up an easy pace. With his strength, he was able to hold you steady as he went, your body only moving forward a little when he bucked into you. You wondered why he didn’t just bounce you on him, until you realized he was attempting to make it easier for the other two to touch you.

Marco must have realized it, as well, because he went back to rubbing your clit a second later, making you twitch and keen under the dual sensations. Ace was splitting you open so nicely, the lube ensuring he slid in with little resistance. The slick, wet noises of his cock pistoning in and out seemed to amplify the feeling of being filled, your sensitive passage contracting around him without rhythm. His grunts and groans in your ear only made it better, voice raspy with the enticing sound of his unraveling.

“Beautiful,” Izo crooned, jerking himself off to the sight. His free hand grabbed your jaw, and then he was kissing you, firm and demanding. You moaned into his mouth and he licked at your tongue, tasting you for a breathless moment before biting your lip. He moved the hand on your jaw to the base of your throat, making room for him to kiss along your jaw and work his way down to the side of your neck Ace had left untouched, eager to sow his own field bruises.

The third point of stimulation was enough to start working your body up again, a slow but sure swelling that smoldered with the promise of ecstasy.

“Izo!” You cried as his teeth dug into the delicate flesh of your neck, “Ace… M-Marco!”

Izo bit down a little harder, as if in admonishment, at the same time that Marco growled, “Commander,” in a corrective tone that made your clit throb against his fingers.

“Commander!” You gasped, voice quivering, “please!”

You did not know what you were asking for. Whatever it was, they did not give it to you. The three of them continued their relentless onslaught on your senses for what felt like hours but could have only been minutes. Behind them, Thatch must have come down enough, because he was now stroking himself with one hand while he bit into the other, absolutely enraptured with the show.

Izo marked his way both down and up your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark marks and red paint until he was back at your lips. His lipstick had smeared, and combined with his messy hair, it was the perfect image of lust indulged, the sight alone pulling a desperate noise from you.

“What, you want more? It’s still not enough for you?” Izo spoke against your lips, the taunt not at all diminished by the heaviness of his breathing.

With Ace fucking your ass and Marco teasing your clit, you couldn’t form the words, only a pitiful, needy moan.

Izo laughed softly. “I know, sweet thing, I know.” He grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between them, and lined up his cock with the dribbling entrance to your cunt.

Ace only slowed down, unwilling or unable to stop, as Izo’s cock parted your folds. He slid inside easily, thick girth posing no problem with how ridiculously wet you were, and the both of you cried out at the sensation, a harmony of high and low pitched sounds. Izo stayed still for a moment, savoring the snug, warm fit, before the feeling of Ace’s cock through your thin internal walls made him grit his teeth and rest his forehead against yours with a groan that Ace echoed behind you. 

With Izo and Ace being similar in height, they were lined up perfectly, neither slipping out even as Izo started to thrust. His strokes were deeper than Ace’s, unconcerned about leaving your heat when he was only going to sheath himself again, and again, knowing he could indulge in you at his leisure. Ace had far less impulse control, fucking you with little thought but to his own pleasure at that point, leaving Izo to pace himself so they could take you with some semblance of coordination.

“C–Comman…” You couldn’t even finish saying their title, the words devolving into helpless little moans and whimpers as they ravaged you from both ends.

Marco stepped closer to keep his fingers in contact with your clit, his free hand coming up to flick one of your nipples. It sent a jolt of electricity through the cloud of pleasure that was currently your brain, making you tighten up around the dual cocks in you, Ace and Izo both gasping or moaning in turn. Finding both hands occupied but craving friction at the sight of you getting tag-teamed, Marco was glad for his significant height advantage right then, as he was at the perfect level to press his still-clothed dick against your thigh and rut.

Your body was a brewing storm, made up of hazy clouds of pleasure, bolts of nerves lighting you up brighter and brighter with every thrust and touch inside and around you, more and more intense, building, building, building. The only thought in your head was the goal, the crest over the hill, so close you could cry from how badly you wanted it.

For a wonderful, terrifying moment, you were stuck at the edge, that desperate moment right before the peak, riding the knife’s edge of bliss without truly attaining it. So good, but not enough, a taste of liberation that only made you long for nirvana. You couldn’t hear anything but the rushing blood in your ears, pulsing in time with your heart and your cunt. And then Izo angled just right against your g-spot and Marco rubbed your clit just so and Ace just kept pounding your ass like he’d never get to fuck again in his life, and you tipped over and were gone. It was easily the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced, momentarily separated from the outside world and all stimuli but the intense throbbing of every part of your cunt–everything, centering from your clit and rippling through your entire pelvic floor. Only the parts of the men inside you or on you existed, everything else fading behind the raw euphoria of the present. You didn’t make a sound–couldn’t, realizing you had been holding your breath throughout the whole thing.

Suddenly aware of the need for air, you gasped, deep breaths coming out shaky and uneven. Vaguely, you could hear the three of them saying something, but you didn’t process the words. You realized they had stilled, holding you in place. Then Ace and Izo pulled out, and the sudden stimulation of the still-tender nerves made you yelp in discomfort.

“Sorry,” Ace apologized, kissing the back of your head. “That was a strong one, huh? The way you gripped me back there…” Ace set you down on your feet carefully, helping you stay upright with one arm.

“Breathe slowly, Y/n, you’re okay,” Izo instructed, taking one of your hands in his and rubbing the back soothingly. “Do you need longer than a minute?”

“Yes,” you said gratefully between pants, “yeah, just… Wait…”

Marco used his sleeve to dab away the sweat on your brow, then ran a hand over your head affectionately. “We can stop here, if you want.”

If you hadn’t just had your world rocked, you might have embarrassed yourself with how quickly you rejected the notion, but you were still reeling, so what would have been a passionate denial came out as a calmer, breathy “No, I’m okay.”

“Color?” Marco asked, just for a formal confirmation.

“Green.” You were kind of amazed that this was still continuing, but when you saw Ace peel off his condom, you realized that none of them had cum yet. You pushed away the urge to feel bad–they had the control in this scene, everything was going how they wished.

“I have an idea,” Thatch spoke up from his seat. “What about this…”

You all listened to his proposal, the words bringing a fresh wave of heat through you despite the fact you were still coming down. The four of them discussed positions while you caught your breath, until they came to a decision they were all happy with.

“How much time do you need?” Thatch asked you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on yourself and listening to your body. There was a muted tingling between your legs, but it was hard to tell if it was oversensitivity or a new thrum of desire. Regardless, you wanted more, not satisfied unless you got to see them finish as well.

“Three more minutes,” you decided. “Starting now.”

“Three minutes, huh?” Marco pet your head again, but this time, he paused mid-way to dig his fingers into your hair, gripping hard and pulling your head back so he could kiss you roughly. His tongue and teeth violated your mouth, probing and nipping until you were moaning weakly into his. He broke away, looking down at you almost coldly, a hungry, mean look in his eyes as he pushed down on the top of your head.

“Get on your knees.”

The look alone sent a pleasant chill through you, much less his tone. It was a bit of a shock–Marco had been the most reluctant about the scene when you all first talked about it, concerned for your well-being. Seeing the wet spot on the tent of his pants, you wondered suddenly if this was why, if he knew he might like it a little too much. It was certainly not a problem.

The rule had been that no one could touch you–specifically between your legs, or your chest–while you were cooling down. You realized you never said anything about touching them during that time. Locking eyes with Marco, you sank to your knees obediently, licking your lips in anticipation, the action making Marco’s fist tighten in your hair for a moment.

“Good, that’s a good little captive. You belong to us now, don’t you? You’re all ours,” Marco growled, “I don’t think we’ll be giving you back to your fellow Marines. I think we’ll keep you, forever, as our personal fuck toy.”

You didn’t think you could really get any wetter, but Marco swiftly proved you wrong, your cunt clenching with need as fluid continued to leak down your thighs. The floor was hard on your knees, but you kind of liked that, the light pain contrasting with the haze of sheer want.

Marco let go of your hair in order to strip from his jacket and unzip his pants, pulling out his straining cock. “Open wide, love. Prove that this is all you’re good for.”

You’d barely opened your mouth before Marco’s hand was back in your hair and he was pushing his cock in, forcing your mouth wider as your cry of surprise was muffled. He had never been this rough with you before, and it was a side of him you hoped you’d get to see again sometime. Having not had any attention during the whole scene up until now, he was needy and eager, practically shoving his way to the back of your throat. You were almost dizzy from the action–Marco, your gentle Marco, fucking your mouth like you were nothing but a whore.

Maybe you were–the way you sucked him was more than a little depraved, unable to hide how much you liked it, messy and ravenous. He hadn’t even gone deep yet and you were already breathing through your nose in anticipation, tongue curling along his length as you went. Marco had a slight tremble in his legs, biting back moans that slipped out as terse grunts. Soon spit was trickling down the corners of your mouth again, and you didn’t bother hiding your moan, knowing it’d be muffled around his dick anyway.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Marco cursed, your only warning before he pulled your head down and pushed himself deeper, penetrating your throat, “fucking take it.”

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he entered your throat, grip in your hair deliciously painful as he pulled until your nose was pressed against the curls of his pubes. He thrusted shallowly, moans pitching higher at the sensation, and you pulled against the ropes binding your wrists, wanting to touch him, to make him feel even better.

If only someone was touching you. The thought surprised you–you normally preferred the opposite, needing to focus while you were deepthroating so you wouldn’t gag. But being used so thoroughly was making you contract around nothing, craving to be filled. Only the thought of what was coming next, and Marco plugging up your throat, kept you from begging for more.

“Five,” Izo counted, “Four…”

“Shut up–I don’t care. Fuck,” Marco groaned, not intending on stopping after three measly minutes. You wondered if he would finish right there, abandon what you had planned next. It certainly seemed that way, his control slipping as he thrusted harder and harder, tears spilling down your cheeks. You weren’t sure how much longer you were there, only that eventually the strength behind his hips was too much, causing you to finally gag. You were about to tap your foot in signal when Marco pulled out, a rope of spit connecting his dick to your lips.

Marco took a step back, a shudder running through him while you gasped and coughed for a moment. You swallowed the spit and pre-cum that had accumulated in your mouth, then tilted your head back to look up at him with nothing short of adoration. Marco was panting, but smiled down at you, wiping the drool from your mouth. “Well done, sweetheart. You ready for the next part?”

“Doesn’t matter if they’re ready,” Izo said, still in character, trying to sound cold but unable to hide his excitement. It had the desired effect anyway, your thighs squeezing together. “They’re going to take us all and they’re going to love it.”

“Please,” your beg was barely a whisper, but they all heard it regardless.

Marco helped you to your feet, and when Thatch approached you, your heart leaped to see him holding the dagger from earlier. Unfortunately, he only meant to cut your bindings, and Ace laughed at your resulting expression.

“Don’t look so disappointed,” he grinned, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. “If you want to play with knives, I’ll indulge you another time, I promise.” He bit your lower lip, drawing a small, needy sound from you, before his voice lowered. “If we include Marco, I could even cut you a little… What do you think?”

“Ace,” you whimpered, your tone telling him exactly how you felt about such a proposition.

Thatch finished cutting through the ropes, and you rubbed at your newly-freed wrists, the skin there a little raw but not too tender. Ace had tied it perfectly.

Anyone who hadn’t disrobed all the way did so, clothes discarded onto the floor or on the chairs, before you all moved to the bed. Marco hopped on first, laying on his back. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and facing his legs. Ace passed you the lube, and you took a minute to apply it to Marco, fingers gliding up and down his twitching cock. He couldn’t help bucking into your touch, trying and failing to suppress moans.

You tossed the lube aside, wiping the excess onto your thighs, before lifting up your hips. Marco helped guide you down, one hand on your hip, one around the base of his cock, positioning it against your ass. You sank down onto him with a gratified sigh, Marco gasping as his thick length breached your hole and filled you slowly, the delicate passage lighting up with pleasure.

Now seated in his lap, Marco took a few breaths before placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back until you were laying on him.

“Still–ah!” He stuttered as you clenched around him just to get a reaction, “–still green?”

“Mhm.”

In retaliation, Marco gently pinched your nipple, but it only made you tighten up again, the both of you moaning in turn.

Thatch mounted the bed next, at the foot of it, crawling between yours and Marco’s legs. There was just enough space for him to sit on folded legs, and he rubbed your thigh fondly before lining himself up with your cunt. He sucked in a breath as he parted you, biting his lip. Halfway in, he paused, pulling back out before pushing in again, this time not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside.

The noise you made was almost embarrassing, a debauched keening that could only come from being filled up so entirely. You were so full, so perfectly stuffed, the feeling of being stretched to your limit nothing short of bliss. You laid your head back on Marco’s shoulder, shivering with satisfied lust as you clenched around them.

Thatch threw his head back, too, groaning. “Shit, I can feel Marco twitching.”

You thought you could, too, though sometimes it was hard to tell if the little pulses were coming from yourself or from them.

“Here we go, love. Just relax and take it,” Marco murmured into your ear.

Thatch started moving first, slow pumps of his hips to ease you into things. But you did not want slow or easy, especially not at this point in the night. He felt so, so good inside, and yet you needed even more.

“Harder, Thatch!” You pleaded.

“No. It’ll be too much–” Thatch started to reply.

“Please!”

Thatch clicked his tongue. “Sheesh, needy little thing. Fine.”

He grabbed your hips and picked up his pace, upping both the speed and force of his thrusts until his hips were smacking loudly against yours. Below you, Marco started to move, too, working his cock in and out in perfect rhythm with Thatch. You gasped at the change, toes curling at the flood of sensation.

You reached to touch your clit, but Marco suddenly grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides. The strength in his grip only made you wetter, a jolt of desire making you clench up, your moans rising in volume.

You didn’t even notice Izo taking his place on the bed, perched right above Marco’s shoulder, until he bent over you, filling your vision, in order to kiss you once more.

“Still want to do this?” He asked, checking in one last time.

“Yesss,” you moaned, tearing up again at just how good it felt.

“Thatch will watch for your signal, okay?” Izo tilted your head back, fingers parting your lips, and you sucked on them without prompting, making him smirk. “Alright, here it comes.”

You opened your mouth, and Izo inserted his cock, far more slowly than the others had earlier. He worked his way in gently, gradually making it further and further in, keeping an eye on your body for a sign of a negative reaction. It would have been impossible to tell, though–with Marco and Thatch fucking you so well, you were twitching and arching periodically. The only thing Izo could really count on at that point was your safe signal, but he trusted you to use it if you needed to. With that in mind, he pushed further, deeper, until he was well inside your throat.

It was ambitious–minding your breathing was a challenge when you were being double penetrated so perfectly, but the two prior attempts had relaxed your gag reflex more than usual, and there was little discomfort as Izo started to thrust. Having to concentrate on your breathing only diminished the pleasure by the tiniest fraction, the nerves between your legs ever ablaze. 

With your head back, you couldn’t see anything but Izo’s lower half, but you could feel how he rested a hand on your throat, feeling his dick through the flesh. You felt another hand running down your side–it had to be Ace–and then he mounted the bed, too, throwing a leg over to straddle your waist.

This was it. You could barely contain your excitement, but in your current state, there was no real way to tell. All your noise was currently muffled, anyway.

Ace felt up your chest, groping and squeezing, before he positioned his cock in between your breasts and pressed them together. Already dripping pre-cum, he needed no lube as he started to thrust, his own noises of delight joining that of the other three. His thumbs brushed your nipples as he tit-fucked you, making you buck into Thatch and Marco.

“Look at that! All of us at the same time… You’re incredible, Y/n,” Ace praised between moans. “Even your tits feel amazing… So fucking good. So fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond, of course, but you weren’t sure you could have formed words even if your mouth was free. Spread out between the four of them, every hole filled out and more, you felt as if every nerve in your body was wired to them, to the feel of their skin against and inside yours. Entirely at their whims, nothing more than a means to their satisfaction, they used you completely and thoroughly, and it was perfect.

No one bothered hiding their noises anymore, all sense of shame long since gone, a chorus of moans and grunts and cries reverberating through the room alongside lewd, wet squelches and slaps. They were so deep inside you, your insides molded to the shape of them, and soon the heat started to build somewhere between your legs, even without your clit being touched, a song of lust that started to crescendo.

You had never cum while deepthroating before, the pleasure mostly mental on your end. But then Thatch started rubbing your clit, and you knew there was no chance you wouldn’t, the crescendo spiking rapidly toward its end. Above you, you could hear Izo’s moans stutter and pitch high in a familiar way, and when he came, he was so far down your throat you didn’t even feel it.

A few seconds later, Izo pulled out of your mouth, and you switched your breathing with a gasp. He pressed a grateful kiss to your forehead, then slid to sit on the floor, spent.

“Good, good, now we can hear you,” Ace panted, “though I kind of liked hearing you try and moan with a cock in your throat, too.” His thumbs continued flicking and rubbing your nipples mercilessly, the icing on the proverbial cake that spurred on your desperate moans.

The heat only kept building, shooting higher and higher. They were so big inside, so big and so deep, taking you like they needed it just as badly as you did.

“I’m gonna cum,” Ace whined, and when you opened your mouth in response, that did him in. He shouted as he came, spurting thick, hot ropes mostly over your neck, though some landed in your mouth. It was bitter and you didn’t even slightly care, too fucked-out to do anything but swallow in between moans.

Ace finishing in your mouth was enough to hurdle you to the edge, suddenly close, a wave at its crest ready to break at any moment. You pulled weakly against Marco’s hold on your wrists, but his grip only tightened. Clenching rhythmically around them, overcome with the need to finish, your thoughts focused once more on nothing but the end that was in sight. You barely even felt Ace dismount, nor Marco’s nibbling on the shell of your ear. Ace reached to your breasts again, pinching your nipples with just the right amount of pressure, and your peak all but slammed into you.

For an instant, you saw white. It was, somehow, even stronger than the last one. Once again, nothing existed but you and your shaking orgasm, the sizzling of every pleasure nerve in your body, the pulse of your entire being unmade into nothing but the component elements of sensation. Your cry broke halfway out your mouth, devolving into a choked sob as the other two just kept fucking you through the contractions of your walls, drawing out your climax for what felt like an eternity.

“Coming,” Thatch’s voice was strained, the fluttering around his cock bringing him to the edge. He gripped your hips with both hands, strong enough to bruise, and cursed as his hips stuttered in their pace. “Oh, Y/n!”

You couldn’t feel it, but you knew Thatch had finished once he stilled, catching his breath before pulling out. He stayed where he was, eyes fixed onto your cunt, waiting, as promised earlier, for his cum to dribble out.

You went limp above Marco, still rutting into your ass, the pitch of his moans signaling that he was near his end, as well. He let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips, bouncing you onto his cock like you were a toy. You were too fresh from your orgasm for it to feel all that good, but it didn’t hurt, either, so you just relaxed and let him get there at his pace.

Marco finished with a cry of your name, fingers digging into your hips and head thrown back against the bed. He held you there for another minute before letting go with a heavy and very satisfied sigh. You lifted yourself off of him and collapsed beside him, and for a few minutes, there was only the sound of everyone catching their breath.

“Fuck,” you said, staring at the ceiling in awe.

Ace giggled from his spot in one of the chairs. “You said it.”

Marco rolled onto his side to face you, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you passionately before he pulled away, looking into your eyes. “You’re okay, yoi? Nothing hurts?”

“My throat’s a bit sore,” you admitted. “I’m sure it’ll be worse later. I probably won’t do consecutive deepthroats like that again. Maybe cap it at two times a session.”

“Whatever you need,” Marco said. “That was… You were…”

“You were amazing,” Thatch finished for him. “Shit, I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

“Me neither,” you laughed. “I think you guys might have ruined me forever. What if I can’t cum from regular sex after this?”

Izo pushed himself off the ground, standing up and stretching. “Just come to any of us, we’ll take care of you.”

“Can you walk?” Marco asked. “Do you need any help getting cleaned up?”

“I dunno. I’ll find out soon enough. I need a minute first, though,” you said, curling up against Marco and resting your forehead on his chest.

“Of course.”

Izo grabbed the stack of washcloths off the desk, taking them to the connected bathroom (another one of Marco’s private luxuries) to dampen them before passing them out. Everyone but Marco cleaned up and got dressed, the latter staying put to cuddle you while you came down.

After a few minutes, you sat up, swinging your legs over the bed and attempting to stand. Your legs were wobbly, and you felt a little like a newborn deer, but at least you could stand. Ace joined you in the bathroom anyway, making sure you stayed upright while you cleaned up. A second outfit was waiting for you on the desk, and Ace helped you change into it.

Clean, dry, and thoroughly spent, you crawled back into Marco’s bed and collapsed. Marco, now dressed, got in beside you, spooning your back and hugging you to him.

The reality of what you just did settled in, and you suddenly laughed at yourself. “God, I’m a slut…”

“If you are, then so are we for participating,” Marco said.

You gave him a look over your shoulder. “You can say that, but you weren’t the ones with three dicks in you.”

“Four, in a way,” Ace said.

“Ace,” Izo snapped. “Not helping.”

“It’s fine, Y/n. It really doesn’t matter,” Marco assured.

“He’s right,” Thatch said. “It’s normal for pirates to sleep around, anyway. Don’t worry about it so much.”

“Alright…” You conceded.

Izo, Thatch, and Ace came to sit on the edges of the bed, the latter deciding that wasn’t enough and crawling in to lay next to your other side, though barely fitting. Caring little that his ass was practically hanging off the bed, Ace stroked your cheek affectionately before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hey, Y/n… Thanks.”

“I should be the one saying thanks,” you mumbled. “It was my fantasy.”

“But we all really, really enjoyed it,” Ace insisted, beaming.

You smiled and buried your face into the pillow in an embarrassment that was frankly ridiculous to be feeling after all of that. You had already been exposed inside and out, in every sense of the word. Something that could only be pulled off because of your deep trust in your partners–trust that they’d listen, trust that they would never hurt you, trust that they had your best interests in mind.

An overwhelming surge of love rose in your chest at the realization of just how far you trusted them, how well they took care of you, and how much it had paid off. You were surprised to feel tears welling up, immediately biting your lip in an attempt to stop them. But then you blinked and they rolled down your cheeks, making Ace frown. “Y/n?”

“I’m good, I’m–” you covered your mouth to suppress the sob that threatened to spill out. The tears were running down your cheeks now, and you had no idea why, only that you couldn’t seem to keep it in.

The others were all attuned to you now, wearing equal looks of concern.

“Tell me what’s wrong, babe,” Ace murmured, pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, trembling, “I don’t know why I’m crying. It was perfect.”

“It was intense,” Marco said softly, hugging you a little tighter. “This is a normal reaction. Don’t feel bad about it.”

“O-Okay…”

Izo rubbed your arm, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “It’s okay, Y/n. You’ll feel better if you let it out.”

“There’s no judgment here,” Thatch added, petting your head. “You’re safe.”

Reassured, you stopped trying to hold it in and let yourself just cry. Marco and Ace held you all the while, Thatch and Izo’s hands never leaving you either. Eventually the cry ran its course, and you were left with the occasional sniffle.

Thatch brought you tissues while Izo brought you a glass of water. You sat up to partake in both, blowing your nose before draining the water in seconds.

“More?” Izo asked, and you nodded.

Marco rubbed your back while Izo refilled the glass, and when he returned, you downed it just as quickly.

The four of them whispered reassurances and affirmations: You’re not useless. You’re not a toy. You’re one of us. We respect you. We love you so much.

You leaned against Marco, feeling significantly better even though you had never really felt bad at all. “I love you guys, too. More than anything.”

They each took a turn kissing and embracing you, making you smile.

“So, uh,” you started, smile turning sheepish, “Next time our schedules line up… You know, when we’re all off at the same time–”

“Then we can get off at the same time?” Ace offered, and you giggled.

“Absolutely,” Thatch said.

“I’m up for a repeat,” Izo agreed. “How could I not be after that?”

“We’ll discuss it when the time comes,” Marco said, “make sure it goes as smoothly as it did this time.”

“I’m sure it will,” you sighed, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, “there’s no one else I trust more.”

“Alright!” Thatch clapped his hands together. “I’m going to go cook something nice just for the five of us. I dunno about you guys, but I’m famished.”

Your eyelids were already growing heavy. “That sounds good, but I think I’m gonna pass out here in a sec.”

“Go ahead, Y/n,” Marco said, “We’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

You nodded, letting yourself flop back into the bed. “Thanks…”

Marco and Ace laid on either side of you, arms finding their way around your waist and shoulders, and you relaxed into their embrace. You could feel Izo petting your head, and you smiled to yourself.

There really was no one else you trusted quite like those four:

Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.

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