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Marco the Phoenix - 18. "Kiss me Again"

For: @quinloki

CW: The merest hint of NSFW

The bed was empty when you fell asleep. Not that there was a bad reason for it, Marco was just a busy man between his duties as division commander and as doctor. The bed did always feel a little empty without him but at least you never wake up alone. One arm is looped around your waist and a large palm is flat against your belly in a position that would have made you self-conscious once upon a time. Now it’s something grounding, even when his fingers curl slightly into the softness layered above muscle. 

The other arm is under your head and given your slightly desperate desire to stretch, you can only guess you’ve been curled in this position since Marco came to bed. Cautious not to knock him, you stretch out and let out a tiny yawn. He might need less sleep than others but you can’t bring yourself to interrupt him regardless. He mumbles something breath washing over the back of your neck in a way that makes you shiver slightly

Then your stomach growls. You sigh - so much for a nice, slow, cuddly morning. But if you can manage to extract yourself without waking him, you can bring breakfast in bed. Thatch is probably already awake and cooking. With some difficulty you manage to slide out of his grip, and almost fall off the bed as you try to climb over him without actually climbing him. Then you make the mistake of looking at his face.

Not that it’s ever really a mistake to look at his face, but it’s nice to look at him when he’s completely at peace like this. Marco is good at never looking exceptionally stressed, his eyes are usually the give away - at least to you - about when there’s something more happening than the usual day to day chaos that came with life on the Moby Dick. But sleep is something different. And damn it, if he isn’t beautiful laying there. Even though your stomach growls, you take a moment to lean in and brush a soft kiss over his lips.

They pull into a small smile, and you hustle out of the room before you can get too distracted from your task. There’s a handful of early risers – and admittedly usually you and Marco are part of this group – but not too many people. You’re surprised to see Ace at the counter, but less so when he’s snoring into his plate. You catch Thatch’s eye and he glances at the younger man with a soft smile.

“Swapped his night watch shift and got out of schedule.” Thatch explains. Ace’s narcolepsy is always worse when his sleep schedule changes unexpectedly. Sometimes it can’t be helped, sometimes he does it even though he knows it’ll effect him. Most of the time his narcolepsy catches up with him when he’s already feeling relaxed, at least. Hence why he was often face down in his food. Thatch has already made sure he can breathe, so you just ruffle his hair and move on to fetch plates for you and Marco.

“C’mere, let me serve it up fresh.” Thatch tells you, and you pad over so he can do just that. In what you consider some kind of karma, he ruffles your hair before you thank him and head off with the food. You scowl but you can’t really be mad. There’s half a dozen hair ruffles a day by various members of the crew. One of the side effects of being so small by comparison. At least Ace is younger than you, so no one can call you the baby.

When you go back into your room, Marco is on his back, one arm up behind his head and the other draped across his stomach. Your eyes follow along the lines of his body hungrily, but your stomach growls yet again and reminds you to feed it before you attempt any exercise. Balancing the plates on the bedside table, you sit beside Marco and brush your fingers through his hair lightly. There’s not much of it but what is there is soft and feels luxurious against your skin.

His eyes open shortly after and when he turns his hooded gaze on you desire brews at your core. The man is too much for you sometimes, it’s a miracle you don’t jump his bones more often. But his eyes do flick over to the food briefly before back to your face.

“Good morning,” You greet him with a hint of a smile. “I figured breakfast in bed was in order.”

Marco just hums at first, hand sliding up your thigh like he’s thinking about some other kind of breakfast in bed when your stomach chimes in yet again. Your cheeks heat up and he chuckles softly.

“Breakfast in bed sounds wonderful, pretty bird.” He murmurs but when you turn to reach for the plates, his fingers curl into your thigh that little bit more. “Kiss me again?”

Your cheeks heat a little more as you realise he was awake when you left, but you adjust, swing a leg over him and fight down a gasp as you feel the hard length of his cock pressed against him as you settle. For his part, Marco does little more than take a breath that sounds like it’s between his teeth and you lean in to press your lips against his.

A large hand cups your ass, and the other one curls into the hair at the base of your neck. When you moan, his tongue presses past your lips and teases against your own. You’re breathless when you part and about to go back for more when your poor, ignored stomach betrays you once again. Your forehead tips to his as you both laugh softly. 

“After we eat. Then you can kiss me again.”

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Monkey D. Luffy - 6. "Piggy back ride?"

For: Shelby

Less romance/sweet fluff and more just goofy friendship.

Jungle. Jungle. Jungle. Everywhere you look, more freaking jungle.

You’re hot, you’re sticky and you’re tired. Everyone seems kind of done – except maybe Zoro who seems to still be treating this like some kind of training, and naturally, Luffy. Luffy is bouncing along, excitedly pointing out bugs and admittedly chattering cutely with Robin who is all too happy to talk about every bug the rubber man is pointing out.

“Say, Luffy…” You murmur, squashing down a yawn, “What about a piggy back ride?” 

Instantly his eyes light up, and you have a split second to regret that you weren’t more specific before Luffy leaps onto your back. You trip over your own feet with a yelp and fall, immediately beginning to roll down the hill. 

“Luffy!” You hear Nami yell in exasperation.

“Oh dear.” Robin says with thinly veiled amusement. You don’t hold it against her, because a moment later, hands sprout out of the ground and grab hold of you to stop you from rolling any further. 

You’re laying face down and Luffy is still on your back, wrapped around you. He’s giggling like the crazy rubber man he is, while you sigh and blow some leaves away from your face.

“This wasn’t exactly what I meant, Luffy.” You mumble, and he laughs again.

“It was fun though, right?” He asks, making you groan. 

“If I say yes, can I have the piggy back ride next time?”

His arms unwrap from you, still laughing brightly as he hauls you back up to your feet and then turns around to allow you to jump onto his back. You sigh with relief, just as Usopp asks with complaint in his tone why you get a ride.

Naturally, he changes his mind when Luffy begins to run full tilt down the hill and all they hear is your scream on the wind.

When he finally reaches the ship, you’re clinging to him so tightly that your fingers are making indents in his rubbery skin. Anyone else would have complained but Luffy doesn’t even seem to notice that you have an absolute death grip on him.

Or maybe he does, since for once he doesn’t just fling you both up on deck but climbs the rope ladder instead. Then he starts stretching himself to turn in your hold and you release your death grip to just your arms looped around him and put your feet down on the deck. Luffy beams at you and wraps his arms around you for a squeezy hug before looking around.

“Hey, where’s everyone else?”

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Thatch - 49, 59, 63

49. "C'mon, I'll show you how to dance." 59. "I like the way your hand fits in mine." 63. "Wait, don't pull away... Not yet."

For: Sefona

You’ve never seen men that dance the way they do on the Moby Dick before. It’s not just movement to noise – some of it is, sure, just arms around shoulders and swaying while they sing (often off-key at this point because they’re a bit drunk) – but proper dancing. Izou is at the centre of it, moving perfectly with the beat, sometimes on his own but occasionally with others too. It’s kind of fun to watch how flushed Ace gets when Izou does something like dipping him. Haruta is light on his feet, and some of the men who were Spade pirates under Ace prior to joining Whitebeard are also great dancers. Cornelia and Deuce in particular, but for a big guy Skull is also pretty good at keeping rhythm.

Marco usually waits patiently to join in until he sees a place to dance with both Ace and Izou at once, and often Thatch joins in like the four of them just know how to move in sync with one another. You wonder briefly if the dancing helps with being able to fight together. Mostly you just like the joy they all seem to show with one another. You’re not sure where Thatch is yet, but a presence just behind you to your left solves the internal query a moment later.

“You never join in.” He says, studying you quietly. His hair is a little messier than usual and it makes you want to run your fingers through it until it’s loose and hanging free. Maybe later.

“I – I don’t really know how to dance.” You confess, cheeks getting warm. Thatch just smiles at you though.

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance.” He offers you a hand, and although you glance nervously at your dancing crew mates, you slide your hand into his. Thatch beams as he leads you closer to all the others, tugging you in closer to him until you rest a hand on his chest. His free hand drops to your waist before he leans in.

“Don’t worry about anyone else, just follow my lead okay?” Thatch murmurs soothingly, and you nod, curling your fingers around the hand you hold a little more tightly. Luckily the song playing at the moment is a little slower, so you don’t trip over your own feet as you try to relax and just go with the flow. Luckily the cook is patient, and you can feel him pressing you a little closer as you continue.

It only takes a couple of songs before he has you dancing just as fast as anyone else there, laughing softly sometimes as he adds a dramatic flourish. While sometimes another crew mate will spin you away for a jaunt, you always end up back in Thatch’s arms, hand linked firmly with his. 

By the time the music begins to wind down, you’re exhausted, yawning widely and about ready to head to bed. You look up at Thatch and you’re about to say goodnight when what almost looks like panic flashes across his face.

“Wait, don’t pull away… not yet.” He says, and you don’t, instead you almost melt against him. You lean in and rest your head against his shoulder, afraid something is wrong and wanting to wordlessly comfort him. Thatch makes a soft sound and just holds you, your linked hands down by your side. He’s well aware of a gaggle of division commanders watching expectantly and knows chatter will have spread all across the ship by morning. But you don’t seem to be aware, or at the least, if you are you don’t seem to care so Thatch tries to ignore the feeling as well.

“Are you okay?” You ask after a little while, pulling back just enough that you can look up at him. Your gaze makes Thatch’s breath catch in his throat, and his cheeks go slightly pink. He lifts your hand to his mouth and places a light kiss on it. 

“I’m fine.” He promises. “I just – I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

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Donquixote Rosinante - 12, 18, 36

12. “It wouldn’t be the same without you.” 18. “Kiss me again.” 36. “This reminded me of you”

For: Sefona

Modern AU Setting

Thump.

Ah – that will be Rosinante arriving home. You smile a little to yourself as you hear him mumbling on the doorstep and wander over to the door to open it. He blushes as he looks up at you and gives you a sheepish smile. All you can do is smile back at him and offer him both of your hands. You help tug him up to his feet, propping him up when he almost falls into you and you giggle a little.

“Sorry.” He apologises and you tiptoe to kiss the bottom of his jawline, guiding him inside.

“You don’t need to apologise Rosi, it’s fine.” You soothe him, walking with him into the living room and letting him sit down on the couch. It groans slightly but holds. Hallelujah, because if it is going to break it would be with your clumsy, accident-prone boyfriend sitting on it. You lean in to pepper his face with kisses, having every intention of offering him a coffee or something after work. 

Evidently he doesn’t have that in mind, because he puts his hands on your hips and tugs you down into his lap. The couch groans dangerously again but fortunately still holds as you sink into him, sighing longingly as your kisses brush along his jawline again. Somewhat reluctantly, you pull away to look into his eyes.

“How was your day?” You ask, gently tugging his hood off so you can run your fingers through his soft blonde curls. Rosinante shuts his eyes and tips his head into your touch, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

“It was fine. Law insisted I stay in my office and get through my paperwork, so I’m all caught up on that. He insisted I leave early and take a break too.” Rosi says, “He worries too much about me.” 

You smile sweetly at him. Law did live with you both for a while, but he’s living in a shared apartment with his friends at the moment, all of whom are hired at the coffee shop that Rosinante has owned ever since he medically retired from the police force. You weren’t as close to him as Rosi was, given you’d come along after they’d spent years together – with Rosi adopting Law when he was a young boy not long after he was medically retired – but you got along well enough. 

You loved Rosinante and that was enough for him. 

“He loves you. And you do work hard.”

“I just… want to make sure he’s got everything he needs, especially while he's studying.” 

You lean in and press a soft kiss to Rosi’s lips. Honestly, his devotion to Law is part of what you  found so attractive about him.

“You’re a good man, Rosi.” You say softly. “I love you.”

He smiles at you, and one large hand cups your cheek. You lean into it and shut your eyes for a moment. 

“I love you.” He replies, and a soft rustling sound makes you open your eyes. He flicks open the lid to the velvet box he’s holding and inside you find a delicate necklace with a pretty cat charm hanging from it. It’s elegant and adorable all at once, and you carefully retrieve the jewellery from the box to study it.

“Oh, it’s beautiful Rosi. You didn’t have to get me anything though…” You say, even as you’re putting the necklace on. His eyes drop to it, sitting directly in the hollow of your throat.

“I know but…” He reaches out and lightly caresses the charm, “This reminded me of you, kitten.” Your cheeks go pink, but you smile cutely at him. Kitten has been a pet name for you for a while, particularly because of how much you enjoyed your hair being stroked and how cutely affectionate you could be with him. 

“Thank you.” You say softly, leaning in to kiss over his cheeks again lovingly. The hand holding the box curls around your waist again and tugs you in a little closer. He shifts, the couch groans, and then both of you yelp as it breaks beneath you and leaves you sprawled out on top of your partner. You sigh, because this really could only happen with Rosinante.

“I’m sorry.” He says again and you smile at him, pressing a finger to his lips and shake your head.

“My life wouldn’t be the same without you, Rosi. I love you, no matter how many times you fall over, or how many cups you break - or how many couch frames we topple. As long you’re okay, then I’m okay. That’s the most important thing to me.” You promise him, fingers instinctively tracing over the scars beneath his shirt from the bullet wounds that are the reason he is medically retired. 

“I’m okay.” He tells you softly, and even though you’re laying amongst the ruins of your couch, his hand sweeps along your back. “Kiss me again, Kitten?”

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Roronoa Zoro - 1, 22, 62

1. “I’ll protect you.” 22. “I called you because I can’t fall asleep.” 62.“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

For: Shelby

With the request that in this scenario, Reader has nightmare. Set as a modern au, that sort of vaguely borrows the idea of a/the Grandline Metro, with all props to @quinloki who's work you should absolutely check out because they never fail to get me invested.

It was hardly the first time you’d woken up screaming. The nightmare itself was almost the same every time, with only the slightest of changes. Sometimes you died, sometimes it was Luffy, sometimes it was any given one of the crew members Luffy had gathered since making waves in the underground world of crime here in the Grandline Metro. But the dream was always the worst when it was Zoro who lay dead at the end.

Luffy has been pestering you for a while about moving in to the headquarters that Franky tricked out. You’re not opposed to the idea, exactly, but you are a little nervous about how your nightmares are going to interrupt everyone’s lives. Maybe you can ask Franky to make your room soundproof. How many questions will he ask though?

You lay there for a while, unable to turn your mind off, unable to relax enough to fall back to sleep.

Zoro’s face flashes through your mind again and you’re reaching for your phone to call him before you can really think about what time it is, and you’re honestly about to hang up when the phone picks up.

“Everything okay?” He greets you with, voice a little husky and sounding concerned. It’s unlike you to call at this hour, after all. You make a soft sound, trying to will yourself to say yes even though your throat suddenly feels thick. It’s mortifying to feel tears welling up in your eyes from how encompassing the relief is to hear him. Of course you knew he would be fine but it’s different to hear him. 

He calls your name and you realise you haven’t replied yet, so you clear your throat. 

“Y-yeah, everything is okay.” You say, voice a little shaky, “It’s - I’m not hurt or anything.” He’s silent for a few moments and you listen to his breathing.

“Are you okay?” He asks now. 

“I… I’m not hurt.” You repeat.

“But you’re not okay.” Zoro hones in on that fact, and you can hear rustling in the background. “Why’d you call? Do you need me?”

Your cheeks go pink and you press a hand to your cheeks, biting your lip and taking a deep breath.

“I called you because I can’t fall asleep. I- I had a nightmare – god this is so stupid.”

“No it’s not.” Zoro says, words firm though his voice isn’t harsh. “You can call me whenever you want… even if you don’t have a reason to.” He waits a beat and you can still hear rustling. “You didn’t answer, do you need me?”

“Wait, Zoro are you getting ready to come here? You really don’t need to do that, it’s just a nightmare.” You babble, partly out of embarrassment but also out of the knowledge that it’s Zoro and he’ll get lost along the way.

“You’re upset.” He says simply. “Do you need me?”

“I – yes. Please.” You say softly, knowing he won’t accept more babbling, just a yes or no answer. And you do want him to come to you. Even if he gets lost along the way and it takes him forever.

“Then I’m on my way.” He tells you.

What should be a fifteen minute drive takes an hour. But when you hear the knock on the door, you get up from where you’ve been waiting on the couch for the last thirty minutes and pad over to check the peep hole. When you see it is Zoro, you unlock it and let him in. He looks tired, and you feel bad, but he reaches to flick the lock on the door behind you and studies your face quietly for a moment.

Then he takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, where he kicks off his boots and pants. You dive into the bed without looking at his muscular legs, and fiddle with the blanket until he’s under it with you. Only in his boxers. You swallow hard. He lays back, with his hands under his head and then glances at you.

“What happened in the nightmare?” He asks, and you shift uncomfortably before scooting in close enough to lay your head on his bicep.

“It’s always the same dream…” You murmur, and begin to explain. When you get to the part about how one of you always dies, Zoro frowns a little.

“I’ll protect you. You know that right? I won’t let you die.”

Your cheeks flare a brilliant red and you tentatively reach out and lay your arm across his body, idly stroking over the large scar given to him by Dracule Mihawk, keeping your eyes on it. 

“I wasn’t the one who died this time.” You whisper the confession, and he cups your cheek to guide you to look up at him again. 

“Who was?” He asks gently.

You bite your bottom lip. “You did. It’s always worst when it’s you.”

Zoro stares at you for a long moment, with something that looks like surprise in his eyes – followed by something else you don’t quite recognise. Whatever it is, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

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fluffnstuff

Just a heads up that more fluffnstuff posts are coming, I just need a little time to finish up with them. When I was meant to be writing them, I ended up with a double middle ear infection and that plan went down the drain.

I will keep writing but today was a big day and I am super tired, so I'll keep on writing them tomorrow and get posting the rest!

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[seafoamnautilus]

Okay, I know jack shit about tumblr but I made an account to read your amazing, super fluffy, makes-me-scream-in-a-frequency-only-audible-for-bats stories and I love it! Thank you so much for writing it <3 Now I want to dance with the Whitebeard pirates and run my hands through Thatchy's hair xD

Thatch - 49, 59, 63

49. "C'mon, I'll show you how to dance." 59. "I like the way your hand fits in mine." 63. "Wait, don't pull away... Not yet."

For: Sefona

You’ve never seen men that dance the way they do on the Moby Dick before. It’s not just movement to noise – some of it is, sure, just arms around shoulders and swaying while they sing (often off-key at this point because they’re a bit drunk) – but proper dancing. Izou is at the centre of it, moving perfectly with the beat, sometimes on his own but occasionally with others too. It’s kind of fun to watch how flushed Ace gets when Izou does something like dipping him. Haruta is light on his feet, and some of the men who were Spade pirates under Ace prior to joining Whitebeard are also great dancers. Cornelia and Deuce in particular, but for a big guy Skull is also pretty good at keeping rhythm.

Marco usually waits patiently to join in until he sees a place to dance with both Ace and Izou at once, and often Thatch joins in like the four of them just know how to move in sync with one another. You wonder briefly if the dancing helps with being able to fight together. Mostly you just like the joy they all seem to show with one another. You’re not sure where Thatch is yet, but a presence just behind you to your left solves the internal query a moment later.

“You never join in.” He says, studying you quietly. His hair is a little messier than usual and it makes you want to run your fingers through it until it’s loose and hanging free. Maybe later.

“I – I don’t really know how to dance.” You confess, cheeks getting warm. Thatch just smiles at you though.

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance.” He offers you a hand, and although you glance nervously at your dancing crew mates, you slide your hand into his. Thatch beams as he leads you closer to all the others, tugging you in closer to him until you rest a hand on his chest. His free hand drops to your waist before he leans in.

“Don’t worry about anyone else, just follow my lead okay?” Thatch murmurs soothingly, and you nod, curling your fingers around the hand you hold a little more tightly. Luckily the song playing at the moment is a little slower, so you don’t trip over your own feet as you try to relax and just go with the flow. Luckily the cook is patient, and you can feel him pressing you a little closer as you continue.

It only takes a couple of songs before he has you dancing just as fast as anyone else there, laughing softly sometimes as he adds a dramatic flourish. While sometimes another crew mate will spin you away for a jaunt, you always end up back in Thatch’s arms, hand linked firmly with his. 

By the time the music begins to wind down, you’re exhausted, yawning widely and about ready to head to bed. You look up at Thatch and you’re about to say goodnight when what almost looks like panic flashes across his face.

“Wait, don’t pull away… not yet.” He says, and you don’t, instead you almost melt against him. You lean in and rest your head against his shoulder, afraid something is wrong and wanting to wordlessly comfort him. Thatch makes a soft sound and just holds you, your linked hands down by your side. He’s well aware of a gaggle of division commanders watching expectantly and knows chatter will have spread all across the ship by morning. But you don’t seem to be aware, or at the least, if you are you don’t seem to care so Thatch tries to ignore the feeling as well.

“Are you okay?” You ask after a little while, pulling back just enough that you can look up at him. Your gaze makes Thatch’s breath catch in his throat, and his cheeks go slightly pink. He lifts your hand to his mouth and places a light kiss on it. 

“I’m fine.” He promises. “I just – I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

[seafoamnautilus]

Don't mind me, I'll just be swooning over here for the rest of the day and wish that Rosi was stroking my hair. What a dream boat. Thank you so much for writing it! I loved everything about it. (っ◔◡◔)っ ❤

Donquixote Rosinante - 12, 18, 36

12. “It wouldn’t be the same without you.” 18. “Kiss me again.” 36. “This reminded me of you”

For: Sefona

Modern AU Setting

Thump.

Ah – that will be Rosinante arriving home. You smile a little to yourself as you hear him mumbling on the doorstep and wander over to the door to open it. He blushes as he looks up at you and gives you a sheepish smile. All you can do is smile back at him and offer him both of your hands. You help tug him up to his feet, propping him up when he almost falls into you and you giggle a little.

“Sorry.” He apologises and you tiptoe to kiss the bottom of his jawline, guiding him inside.

“You don’t need to apologise Rosi, it’s fine.” You soothe him, walking with him into the living room and letting him sit down on the couch. It groans slightly but holds. Hallelujah, because if it is going to break it would be with your clumsy, accident-prone boyfriend sitting on it. You lean in to pepper his face with kisses, having every intention of offering him a coffee or something after work. 

Evidently he doesn’t have that in mind, because he puts his hands on your hips and tugs you down into his lap. The couch groans dangerously again but fortunately still holds as you sink into him, sighing longingly as your kisses brush along his jawline again. Somewhat reluctantly, you pull away to look into his eyes.

“How was your day?” You ask, gently tugging his hood off so you can run your fingers through his soft blonde curls. Rosinante shuts his eyes and tips his head into your touch, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

“It was fine. Law insisted I stay in my office and get through my paperwork, so I’m all caught up on that. He insisted I leave early and take a break too.” Rosi says, “He worries too much about me.” 

You smile sweetly at him. Law did live with you both for a while, but he’s living in a shared apartment with his friends at the moment, all of whom are hired at the coffee shop that Rosinante has owned ever since he medically retired from the police force. You weren’t as close to him as Rosi was, given you’d come along after they’d spent years together – with Rosi adopting Law when he was a young boy not long after he was medically retired – but you got along well enough. 

You loved Rosinante and that was enough for him. 

“He loves you. And you do work hard.”

“I just… want to make sure he’s got everything he needs, especially while he's studying.” 

You lean in and press a soft kiss to Rosi’s lips. Honestly, his devotion to Law is part of what you  found so attractive about him.

“You’re a good man, Rosi.” You say softly. “I love you.”

He smiles at you, and one large hand cups your cheek. You lean into it and shut your eyes for a moment. 

“I love you.” He replies, and a soft rustling sound makes you open your eyes. He flicks open the lid to the velvet box he’s holding and inside you find a delicate necklace with a pretty cat charm hanging from it. It’s elegant and adorable all at once, and you carefully retrieve the jewellery from the box to study it.

“Oh, it’s beautiful Rosi. You didn’t have to get me anything though…” You say, even as you’re putting the necklace on. His eyes drop to it, sitting directly in the hollow of your throat.

“I know but…” He reaches out and lightly caresses the charm, “This reminded me of you, kitten.” Your cheeks go pink, but you smile cutely at him. Kitten has been a pet name for you for a while, particularly because of how much you enjoyed your hair being stroked and how cutely affectionate you could be with him. 

“Thank you.” You say softly, leaning in to kiss over his cheeks again lovingly. The hand holding the box curls around your waist again and tugs you in a little closer. He shifts, the couch groans, and then both of you yelp as it breaks beneath you and leaves you sprawled out on top of your partner. You sigh, because this really could only happen with Rosinante.

“I’m sorry.” He says again and you smile at him, pressing a finger to his lips and shake your head.

“My life wouldn’t be the same without you, Rosi. I love you, no matter how many times you fall over, or how many cups you break - or how many couch frames we topple. As long you’re okay, then I’m okay. That’s the most important thing to me.” You promise him, fingers instinctively tracing over the scars beneath his shirt from the bullet wounds that are the reason he is medically retired. 

“I’m okay.” He tells you softly, and even though you’re laying amongst the ruins of your couch, his hand sweeps along your back. “Kiss me again, Kitten?”

[quinloki]

THIS WAS ADORABLE!

IT WAS SO SOFT

Gods I love the love for Marco in this and just that ever burning desire to ... >.> Exercise... with him XD <3

I loved everything about this, thank you so much for writing it ^_^ That's really re-energized my evening 🥰

Marco the Phoenix - 18. "Kiss me Again"

For: @quinloki

CW: The merest hint of NSFW

The bed was empty when you fell asleep. Not that there was a bad reason for it, Marco was just a busy man between his duties as division commander and as doctor. The bed did always feel a little empty without him but at least you never wake up alone. One arm is looped around your waist and a large palm is flat against your belly in a position that would have made you self-conscious once upon a time. Now it’s something grounding, even when his fingers curl slightly into the softness layered above muscle. 

The other arm is under your head and given your slightly desperate desire to stretch, you can only guess you’ve been curled in this position since Marco came to bed. Cautious not to knock him, you stretch out and let out a tiny yawn. He might need less sleep than others but you can’t bring yourself to interrupt him regardless. He mumbles something breath washing over the back of your neck in a way that makes you shiver slightly

Then your stomach growls. You sigh - so much for a nice, slow, cuddly morning. But if you can manage to extract yourself without waking him, you can bring breakfast in bed. Thatch is probably already awake and cooking. With some difficulty you manage to slide out of his grip, and almost fall off the bed as you try to climb over him without actually climbing him. Then you make the mistake of looking at his face.

Not that it’s ever really a mistake to look at his face, but it’s nice to look at him when he’s completely at peace like this. Marco is good at never looking exceptionally stressed, his eyes are usually the give away - at least to you - about when there’s something more happening than the usual day to day chaos that came with life on the Moby Dick. But sleep is something different. And damn it, if he isn’t beautiful laying there. Even though your stomach growls, you take a moment to lean in and brush a soft kiss over his lips.

They pull into a small smile, and you hustle out of the room before you can get too distracted from your task. There’s a handful of early risers – and admittedly usually you and Marco are part of this group – but not too many people. You’re surprised to see Ace at the counter, but less so when he’s snoring into his plate. You catch Thatch’s eye and he glances at the younger man with a soft smile.

“Swapped his night watch shift and got out of schedule.” Thatch explains. Ace’s narcolepsy is always worse when his sleep schedule changes unexpectedly. Sometimes it can’t be helped, sometimes he does it even though he knows it’ll effect him. Most of the time his narcolepsy catches up with him when he’s already feeling relaxed, at least. Hence why he was often face down in his food. Thatch has already made sure he can breathe, so you just ruffle his hair and move on to fetch plates for you and Marco.

“C’mere, let me serve it up fresh.” Thatch tells you, and you pad over so he can do just that. In what you consider some kind of karma, he ruffles your hair before you thank him and head off with the food. You scowl but you can’t really be mad. There’s half a dozen hair ruffles a day by various members of the crew. One of the side effects of being so small by comparison. At least Ace is younger than you, so no one can call you the baby.

When you go back into your room, Marco is on his back, one arm up behind his head and the other draped across his stomach. Your eyes follow along the lines of his body hungrily, but your stomach growls yet again and reminds you to feed it before you attempt any exercise. Balancing the plates on the bedside table, you sit beside Marco and brush your fingers through his hair lightly. There’s not much of it but what is there is soft and feels luxurious against your skin.

His eyes open shortly after and when he turns his hooded gaze on you desire brews at your core. The man is too much for you sometimes, it’s a miracle you don’t jump his bones more often. But his eyes do flick over to the food briefly before back to your face.

“Good morning,” You greet him with a hint of a smile. “I figured breakfast in bed was in order.”

Marco just hums at first, hand sliding up your thigh like he’s thinking about some other kind of breakfast in bed when your stomach chimes in yet again. Your cheeks heat up and he chuckles softly.

“Breakfast in bed sounds wonderful, pretty bird.” He murmurs but when you turn to reach for the plates, his fingers curl into your thigh that little bit more. “Kiss me again?”

Your cheeks heat a little more as you realise he was awake when you left, but you adjust, swing a leg over him and fight down a gasp as you feel the hard length of his cock pressed against him as you settle. For his part, Marco does little more than take a breath that sounds like it’s between his teeth and you lean in to press your lips against his.

A large hand cups your ass, and the other one curls into the hair at the base of your neck. When you moan, his tongue presses past your lips and teases against your own. You’re breathless when you part and about to go back for more when your poor, ignored stomach betrays you once again. Your forehead tips to his as you both laugh softly. 

“After we eat. Then you can kiss me again.”