They/Them She/Her | 30s | Some flavor of neurodivergent
I write for fun infrequently but I'm trying to challenge myself to do more. I'm also on the Ao3 as RazzleDazzleJazzle.
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Other things I post will be tagged with either "Jazz Complains" or "Silly Jazz"
Currently obsessed with One Piece and have been for the last few years but my main hobby is collecting other hobbies.
Although not all my stuff is NSFW some of it will be, Minors don't interact. Standard DNI, no homophobia/transphobia/racism/sexism, ect.
Peace, Love and Lily Pads
X Reader
Lady Luck Kid x f!Reader X Killer 4 out of ?
Character X Character
And We'll All Go Down In Flames Ace X Marco X Sabo 1 out of ?
X Reader
Study Session with Dr Marco X GN!Reader
Mimicry Marco X GN!Reader
A long week Kid/Killer X F!Reader
I Get Off Killer X GN!Reader
Ménage à Trois Nami X F!Reader X Yamato
The Honk Honk Handler F!Reader x Buggy
Character X Character
First flight Ace X Marco
Mari Gras Ace X Marco
The Heart Pirates Ship Crew & Captain.
The Kid Pirates Captain Ship & Crew
Ok the US Attorney General says that she will remove ICE if MN drops all our sanctuary laws, complies with ICE, hands over all our SNAP, Medicaid and voter rolls. They demand control over our voter registration so they can "ensure free and fair elections".
They want to control our elections.
I am dead serious people call your representatives. Get volunteering. Get protesting. Get LOUD.
They released a letter full of straight up lies. Spread the truth. MAKE NOISE.
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
"Howl Werewolf Killer x reader, need I say more? "
uhm, yes actually. You *do* need to say more.....can I have some too?
Killer chased you further and further down the path, away from the ship and into forest.
The heavy thud of his boots behind you sent a thrill straight through your chest, not out of fear, but with anticipation building with every step. You had been teasing him for last few hours and you knew exactly what that did to him.
It felt so good to stretch your legs after nearly a solid month at sea. You laughed breathlessly, glancing back at the blur of blonde behind you, and couldn’t help but wonder how your boyfriend must be feeling after all that time cooped up. Killer never did well with stillness. And now, with the full moon nearing , it was no surprise that all that pent-up energy had finally snapped loose.
“Catch me if you can!” you called over your shoulder!
That was enough of a distraction. Your foot caught on a stray root buried beneath the blanket of leaves, You stumbled forward with a startled yelp, arms flailing uselessly as gravity brought you nearly instant karma. You hit the ground with a soft thud and a massive amount of leaves flung airborne.
The last rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy, catching along the sharp edges of his silhouette as he loomed over you. Casting a long, warped shadow that stretched across your body where you lay sprawled in the dirt and leaves. For single heartbeat, he looked almost intimidating…
But as your eyes traced over the familiar details that you had mapped with your tongue countless times. Through the thin blue shirt, you could see the subtle contours of his abs and those broad shoulders that always made you feel small in the best way, the wild mess of blonde hair, and those delicious thick, powerful thighs that made you tremble all night, long and you remembered exactly how you felt about delectable man.
“Nowhere to run,” he teased, his voice was low, almost a purr beneath his mask.
He flopped on top of you without warning.
You giggled, squirming beneath him, arms half-trapped between your bodies.
“Help!” you cried dramatically, laughter bubbling up. “The big bad wolf is gonna eat me!”
He didn’t say a word at first, just let out a soft, amused huff against your neck. Mask cold where it brushed your skin. And then his fingers curled into your sides, teasing and slow, like he was deciding exactly where to start.
Your fingers moved before you even thought about it, at this point it was nearly second nature, w I don’t know what do you think it would do I am bruised ith a soft click, you pulled it free, lifting the cool metal away to reveal the face beneath.
His handsome face, sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline heavily dusted with blonde stubble, and a mouth still curled in that rare, crooked smile that always made your stomach flip. But it was his eyes, that vivid, piercing blue and there, carved into the left side of his face, were three long scars that ran from his temple down to his cheekbone.
You reached out, brushing your fingers gently across the raised skin. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. He just watched you, steady and still, as if your touch anchored him to something human.
Your lips met in a clash of heat and need, the kiss hot and fierce, like something that had been waiting far too long to happen. His hand slid up your back, fingers curling into your shirt, pulling you impossibly closer as his mouth moved against yours with hungry precision.
There was nothing slow or delicate about it. It was wild, desperate, like he needed to feel every inch of you to remind himself you were his. And you kissed him back just as fiercely, matching every flick, pull and press.
His lips left yours only long enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the curve of your neck.
His teeth sank gently into the soft skin of your neck, just enough to bruise. He trailed lower, lips grazing down your collarbone, leaving a path of goosebumps.
His hands gripped the hem of your shirt, fingers curling tight in the fabric. He tore it open, the shredded fabric fell away like nothing, exposing your skin to the cool breeze.
He didn’t pause. Didn’t give you time to react. His mouth was on you again, all greedy, fevered kisses—trailing down further, across every curve he could reach. His lips were hot and hungry, tasting, claiming, worshipping as he worked his way lower.
By the time he reached your belly, your breathing was uneven, your fingers tangled in his hair.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants. In one swift motion, he tore them apart, the fabric giving way like it had been waiting to be ruined.
Hhot, greedy kisses trailing even lower, as though he couldn’t get enough, as though licking every inch of you was something he needed to live.
Your breathing was laborious, each inhale shaky and slow. “Killer please don’t stop,” you cried, your voice shaky as tears began to form in your eyes.
He merely grunted in response. Too preoccupied with his treat to form words.
Before long you reached your zenith, it hit hard like a flash of lightning through your veins. Then he rose, licking his lips, his eyes locked on yours, smug, satisfied, and still insatiable.
Thank you for the tag @hannahbarberra162 I too have a bad habit of starting projects and getting distracted—something I’m actively working on. That said, here’s a rundown of my projects from most complete to least.
Redacted name
This is my longest-running project: a six-book series accompanied by a bestiary and a journal. The journal is discovered by one of the characters and used to decode a secret language, adding an extra layer of mystery to the story. The world is dense with magical creatures and lore, and I’ve been developing it for about seven years. This is so very near and dear to me.
Book One: ~80–90% complete
Book Two: ~90% complete
Book Three: ~50% complete
Books Four through Six outlined, with several key scenes already envisioned/half ass written
Journal: completeish
Bestiary: roughly 75% complete
Ho Ho Ho and a Merry Fight
Imagine a geriatric Texan Elle Woods seeking revenge on Santa after he runs her over, while being aided by spirit of Hanukkah, and Rudolph.
Devil’s Money
A young trans man is kicked out and disowned by his deeply religious family. Struggling to survive, he turns to selling drugs. After a shootout he indirectly causes leaves his sister paraplegic, guilt drives him to reconcile with his family. As he rises through the criminal underworld to become a powerful drug lord, he ultimately uses his wealth to save the very church that once caused his exile.
The History of the Great Vampiric Houses
In my lore, vampires originate from the god of war. When she encounters a warrior who truly impresses her, she plucks them from death and grants them her blessing—sending them back into the world to spill more blood. This work catalogs the origins of the seventeen great vampiric houses born from that divine intervention
Charnel House
A morality-focused story built around a central question: is it better to live in a world where everyone has absolute freedom, or in one where extreme structure exists and kindness is enforced?
Lights Out
A horror story where a group of very stupid college students make predictably terrible decisions while being hunted by a not-deer
Don’t Touch the Garden
Dahlia dies and, instead of moving on, she stays, still devoted to her husband. When her widower, Oleander, finally starts dating again, Dahlia takes it personally. His new girlfriend, Lily, disappears under mysterious, neck-breaking circumstances. Oleander assumes Lily simply ghosted him, never realizing there was an actual ghost involved.
He tries again, but this woman is driven off by a series of increasingly violent “accidents.” Convinced Oleander is trying to kill her, she reports him to the police. Around the same time, Lily’s body is discovered. The case is reopened, and Oleander becomes the prime suspect. Desperate to clear his name, he seeks help from a cute psychic and slowly starts to fall for her.
Meanwhile, Dahlia and Lily fight each other and cause Oleander’s life to spiral. As the psychic grows closer to the truth (and to Oleander) Dahlia panics. She tries to kill the psychic, but Oleander intervene and he dies instead. (Mostly)Everyone gets a happy ending? Sorry Lily, you don’t.
Unnamed WIP
The zombie apocalypse happened at the beginning of the new millennium. Frenchie (vampire) has been asleep for since the French revolution and wakes to very strange world.
Howl
Werewolf Killer x reader, need I say more?
And we’ll all go down in flames
Marco x Sabo x Ace
Spicy unnamed WBP WIP
Ace x Izou x reader x Marco x Thatch.
Unnamed WIP
A woman obsessed with vampires takes a job as a maid for a mysterious recluse in a major city, hoping to uncover proof that vampires exist. Instead, she finds a brilliant but deeply antisocial inventor. Ready to quit after only a few days, she stops at a high-end bar with her first paycheck. Only to discover the bartender is actually a vampire. She ends up acting as bait, eventually kidnapping him. The vampire goes along with it at first for fun until it stops being fun. Yandere chaos ensues.
Lady Luck
A Killer × Reader × Kid story.
Unnamed Izou × Reader
Set in the Grand Line, a region perpetually cloaked in night. Izou, a vampire, captures and keeps the reader after she breaks into his palace.
Letters series
I have a ton of half-done letters from my favorite OP girls and part 2 for the guys.
Fully Human Chapter 19 (Sci Fi AU, Marco x Reader, DARK, dead dove, NON CON, humans as pets)
MDNI 18+ | on Ao3 | the other chapters
There is non-con in this chapter.
This is not as edited as I am usually capable of doing -- so please be gentle with me. I'm going to answer my asks soon, I promise!! I don't mean to ignore them :C
Enjoy!
Your POV
As the following days went by, you realized a few things. The first was that taking drugs before you went to sleep was amazing. After Thatch left, you slept deeply and had no dreams, no nightmares, no nothing. Only pure restful sleep – a rarity for you. It hadn’t been easy to make it to that point, but once Thatch had finally left you alone, you’d completely passed out. Maybe you could ask Marco for some more drugs when he was in a good mood; it was the most restful sleep you’d had in a long time.
Marco had gently roused you after a few hours, murmuring and petting you so nicely you thought it was a dream. He didn’t order you to do anything, just stroked your head and spoke in low, sweet tones to you. You didn’t really know why he was being so much kinder but you’d take it. After all you’d been through it was a welcome change.
“Luna, wake up please. Let’s adjust your suit, then you can go back to sleep yoi,” Marco cooed at you. You stretched for a moment before opening your eyes to see Marco giving you a soft smile. What the hell? Marco said please?! Were you still high?
“How are you feeling?” he asked, helping pull you to sitting, readjusting the blanket so you didn’t get cold.
“Uh…good?” you answered. As you sat up you felt a familiar gush into your suit and you groaned.
“Don’t fret. It’s alright, it’s perfectly normal yoi,” Marco assured you, cupping your cheek. You stared at him like he’d become human again. Had he been replaced by one of those shapeshifting species?
“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked nervously, giving Marco a wary look. You’d been tricked by him a few times before, and you weren’t going to let it happen again. Marco chuffed at you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder.
“Menstruation is very taxing for humans – physically, mentally, and emotionally. It is best to be supportive during this time,” he explained, running his hallux over your cheek. Was that the whole reason?
“And because of what happened with Ace?” you guessed, quirking an eyebrow. Marco frowned, his hand moving to lightly grip the back of your neck.
“I won’t let anything like that happen again,” he promised. You didn’t reply – you hadn’t wanted it to happen the first time either. Marco was definitely feeling guilty, and you were going to milk it for all it was worth.
“I brought these for you from the infirmary. If there are human specific products you would like, I can try to acquire some but it may arouse suspicion. For now, these will have to do yoi,” Marco said, pressing something soft and slim into your hands. You turned the long strip over in your hands, if this was the pad he got you it would last exactly 3 minutes during your heavy days.
“I don’t think this is going to be enough,” you said skeptically, turning it over in your hands.
“It will be, it’s designed to sop up bodily fluids from someone Jozu’s size. It won’t get any thicker with absorption, either. It should work well for this cycle, but I will work to advance the tech for your next one,” he assured you. You raised an eyebrow – you’d have to see it to believe it. But you hoped it would perform better than the cloth pads on Lafftale. There wasn’t much in the way of excess fabric or medtech for something so mundane as periods, so everyone used their old clothes or any rags they could find.
“I will even adjust your suit so you can tend to yourself during this time. I know you are likely to be extra sensitive, so I won’t change your pads for you yoi,” he said, tapping on the disc on your back. Your eyes opened wide – who was this and where had Marco gone?
“Uhm, thank you, Master,” you said quietly, trying to keep the easy going Marco around. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and nuzzled you for a moment.
“And do not worry. I will not be making you orgasm during this time either. You have a reprieve, though orgasms can lessen your uterine cramping. If you’d like one, let me know and I will happily provide one. The blood does not deter me,” he assured you. You tried to keep your face neutral. You would not like an orgasm from Marco, thank you very much.
“Not now, but thank you for the offer,” you said, making sure to be polite. You scurried off to the bathroom, where sure enough, you found you could open your suit yourself. The familiar feeling of independence wasn’t lost on you, though it felt hollow to win it back only to be able to dress yourself.
You slipped the pad in, hoping it didn’t move around too much, and closed your suit. Since you had just started bleeding, the suit was able to clean the smaller amount of blood without being cleansed. What you wouldn’t have given for something like this one Lafftale. You walked back out into the main room, unsure what Marco wanted you to do. Marco beckoned to you with a finger, so you walked back over to the bed. What kind of repayment did he want?
“You may rest and relax, use your controller for learning, or go back to sleep if you wish,” Marco said, as you settled back on the bed. Marco tucked some of your hair behind your ear, kissed your forehead again and got off the bed. What the….
“I will bring you food and nourishing drinks shortly. I can work from this location for some time, I will alert you before I leave the room yoi,” Marco explained. You nodded and got back under the covers, tucking yourself back in. You watched him carefully, trying to determine if this was a trick of some kind.
But like he said, Marco sat down at his desk and began working, quickly reading and flipping through various health screens. You thought about spending time learning Common again, but you were still tired from being woken up during your lengthy sleep. Yawning, you closed your eyes and dozed off moments later.
You woke up hours later to Marco stroking your now exposed back. You blinked your eyes open, looking up at him.
“I must round on my patients. I would like someone to come watch over you, but I am…hesitant yoi. I could lock you in the room but I worry that you will not be able to provide for yourself should you need something,” Marco said, his talons now gently scratching your skin. You wanted to stretch out and grab his arm, do anything to keep the scratching going. It was like he was scratching your soul, you thought as you arched into his touch with a sigh. Instead, you forced your brain to work for a single moment.
“Please let me stay by myself, Master. I can contact you if I need anything. I promise I won’t touch anything that I’m not familiar with already,” you said sweetly, trying your best for sincerity. Alone time in Marco’s room? That was too good to pass up – you’d be able to think about your plans and figure out what to do.
You really wouldn’t snoop through his drawers for two reasons. One, you needed to build trust with Marco, to show him that you could be left alone with no negative outcomes. And two, you still couldn’t read and a lot of his machines seemed dangerous if you didn’t know how to operate them. You shuddered as your thoughts flitted back to the finger decapitator. Marco frowned, his hand pausing.
“Your promise is not worth much, Luna. It is not your fault but you are curious by nature and I have not yet human proofed this room yoi. I have little faith that you would remain true to your word. Perhaps I could send Izou-” Oh hell no. You didn’t want the Cnidarian in the room, much less watching over you while your cramps got worse. So you did something you hadn’t done since you were a child.
You turned on the waterworks.
In terms of faking crying, you were passable on Lafftale, but you would be great here. Large pearly tears formed in your eyes as you tried to look as upset as possible. You covered your face with your hands, trying to appear as pathetic as he thought you were.
“B-but Master! I’m s-scared of anyone else! Please don’t send someone!” you begged, cupping your own cheeks with your hands to showcase the tears streaking down your cheeks.
“What about-” Marco began verbalizing other solutions but you were not having it. Nope. Not happening. Marco was probably thinking about Thatch and you’d get nothing done with the lizard watching your every move.
“Even Thatch scared me y-yesterday, I didn’t have the c-courage to t-tell y-you,” you cried, even as you wanted to smirk. It wasn’t true at all, but you needed to be left the fuck alone. Marco was patting your back again, his looking at you with concern. Excellent, your plan was working. Marco was feeling guilty and you were going to use that to your advantage. Time for the kill shot.
“I’m so scared someone will hurt me again! And you’ll be f-far away and I - I - what if you can’t get to me in t-t-time?” you wailed, crying so hard your chest was shaking. Marco scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to him, your tears now landing on his tattooed chest.
“Shhh, Luna, shhhhh. Calm down,” he cooed, rocking you slightly. “I won’t call for anyone else. I will lock you in the room,” Marco assured you.
“Th-thank you,” you stammered, giving him a watery smile.
Marco left shortly thereafter, providing you first with a large cup of some mildly salty drink and a snack as you lounged in bed. He said he would alert you before Thatch came with food and would try to come in with the chef, so you wouldn’t be scared.
As soon as the door shut, you relaxed in the bed, finally able to breathe now that you were alone for once. Privacy was also a luxury on Lafftale, and you had always looked for small moments for yourself.
Now that you had a few moments of freedom, you started to think and plan.
The longer you sat in thought, the more you realized was how fucking pissed you were. What the actual fuck had Marco been thinking leaving you with Whitebeard like that? Why didn’t he give explicit directions and say you were to remain with only the Captain? And he had the gall to act like he was feeling guilty over what had happened? His exact words and dictates were what had gotten you grilled by Ace – and you hadn’t even been able to contact him about it! Instead, you had to wait for him to find you while Ace nearly killed you.
And what would have happened if he was even later getting to you? Ace had seemed nice, but you didn’t actually know him – or any of the other Commanders – at all. Marco’s words and actions had literally put your life on the line and he barely even apologized.
And why did he not care that you were drugged when you were making out? Didn’t it bother him that you hadn’t been sober for any of the times that you’d had any kind of sexual contact with him? Sure, you’d practically leapt into his arms when you’d been walking the halls of the ship, but that was different. You weren’t seeking sexual contact then, you were trying to ward it off by using Marco for protection.
And yes, you were also mad at yourself for all the kissing and turning human stuff too. Yeah, you were high and lonely but that didn’t mean you had to drool all over him the moment he looked remotely human. Even if he had been extremely hot. And a good kisser. And looked like the kind of man you’d been thinking about since your early teens.
You groaned and flopped back on the bed – it should have been so clear cut. Marco had abducted you and done so many terrible things to you – and yet you thought about the way his arms had held you tightly, how it felt when his soft lips met your own…
You shook yourself back to reality. None of that mattered. Not how you felt, not how Marco acted, not how tingly you were when you kissed him. The only thing you needed to keep in the front of your mind was getting back to everyone on Lafftale while also keeping their location secret from the Whitebeard Pirates. Kissing Marco could be something you did sometimes but you’d be saying goodbye to him within a month.
Because as the next few days ticked by, you realized that your best chance of escaping was going to be during your next period. It seemed like Marco’s rules for you had completely changed just because you were on your monthly cycle.You had plenty of time to yourself and the supervision Marco did offer was lax. So you had 28-30 Eurt days to figure out how you were ducking Marco’s control, getting the supplies you needed, and getting off the ship. You thought that would be a good time frame to figure everything out without getting too comfortable.
Because oh, you were comfortable.
It turned out that not having to work while cramping was a level of luxury you didn’t know existed. It was nice to finally be in a situation where you didn't have to push yourself during your period and could lounge away to your heart’s content. Yes, you were also trying to think of ways to deceive Marco and the rest of the Emperor’s crew, but you weren’t hauling around grain sacks, or garbage, or reorganizing the tool shed while also bleeding.
Unfortunately, it turned out that Marco couldn’t heal your period away, which was a major bummer. He said that it was a normal, although painful, part of your natural cycle and that he couldn’t heal something that wasn’t injured. He did, however, warm you at your request, bring you more delicious meat filled food, and left you alone much more than he normally did. You were still pissed at him (and yourself), so you weren’t talking as much, preferring to cram as many Common lessons as you could while he was letting you relax. For whatever reason, Marco seemed to accept your moodiness.
Overall, Marco was much more tolerable when you were on your period. He left you alone a lot of the time, either completing his own work or locking you in the room when he had to leave.
When he wasn’t working, he went over your Common lessons and explained various grammatical rules you were having trouble understanding. Marco was a surprisingly good teacher for someone who had spanked your ass red previously. He was patient and kind, explaining things in a way you could understand. It seemed like he took your studies as seriously as you did and wasn’t coddling or condescending to you.
Other times, he showed you videos of interesting places or sights he’d recorded during his travels. You hadn’t seen much, your experience limited to Lafftale and your short stint on th merchant ship. You liked seeing the stars and nebulae and other ships, but you enjoyed looking at the planets the most. They fascinated you, each one different from the last, and all beautiful in their own ways.
There was Drum Planet, where it was always cold and covered in ice and snow. Then there was Little Garden where everything was gigantic, and so green you could barely tell one thing from another. There was a fishman planet where the inhabitants lived completely submerged under a vast ocean of water!
You’d never seen such wonderful things in your life (and really, you still hadn’t) but you loved when Marco would show you vids. At one point you almost asked to see vids of his destroyed homeworld, but you chickened out at the last moment. It was probably too personal and would upset him. You also didn’t ask to see vids of Eurt, the knowledge that it had been destroyed still decimating you.
Marco’s rules regarding your sexual needs had also changed for the duration of your menstruation. He said that you no longer needed to orgasm daily as long as you were in your active menstruation cycle, which was fine by you. Sure, he still cuddled you against him at night and sometimes set you in his lap when he was working in his room, but other than that you had free time on your hands.
When Marco was around you learned Common, but you used your time alone to glean what you could from your controller. Marco had limited the information that it had, but there was plenty you could learn just from what he’d left behind. He had so thoughtfully left the layout of the ship installed, presumably to help you understand where you were. Instead, you were poring over the design in order to commit it to memory – you couldn’t rely on the map when you were making your escape. You carefully memorized where the Commander rooms were, the common lounges, the engine, and the escape pods.
Over the course of the days, you began messaging him and asking for various foods you learned about on your Controller. You really wanted something called choclate, which had been a delicacy on Eurt. In fact, it was the reason you had joined the spice merchant in the first place, hoping to find some for yourself. The Silk Road didn’t transport any during your stay there, but you hoped you’d get some before you had to escape from Marco.
After a few days of rest, you finally had a rough idea of how you could pull off your escape. It hinged on a lot of factors and a not insignificant amount of luck, but you had pulled risky stunts before. You could do this – you could escape from Marco and rescue your friends on Lafftale.
By the fifth day, your period was basically gone. You had eaten and were just getting to the module on plant related words when Marco walked in through the door, carrying a small chest. He sat it down near the bed, rotating it so that you could see the front. It had a small circle indentation, which you figured was some kind of opening. You closed your controller screen and peered over at Marco.
“A storage container for your belongings yoi,” Marco replied to your unasked question. Why you needed this now, you didn’t know, but you weren’t going to turn it down. “ Your menstrual cycle is nearly complete, the smell of blood is barely perceptible. We can resume your normal lifestyle. So if you are feeling rested, we can visit Kyuka. They have a long day due to the slow rotation of the planet, we will have plenty of time for the excursion. I have prepared an exo-suit for you, which will protect you more than this one would,” he said with a satisfactory chirp.
You gave a little clap as you sat up, the thought of going on the planet exciting to you. You even gave him a genuine smile, you were so excited for the excursion. Marco smiled back, wrapping his arms around you in a hug.
“I’ve mentioned before that we need to begin your anal training, which we can start now that you are no longer menstruating. You also need to orgasm, which I would like to do during your anal training. So once we complete those tasks, we can put on your suit and head down to the planet yoi.”
Wait, what?
“M-master, please, no,” you pleaded. You opened your eyes wide and gave him a pout that would have worked on him a few days prior but now Marco didn’t relent.
“Yes. It is overdue yoi,” he continued. “I have the necessary implements in my lab, we shall go there and begin. If you wish to tour Kyuka, you must comply.”
You panicked, trying to think of anything that would get you out of this. You didn’t want anything in your ass again, especially since the last time had been so awful.
“I’m still on my period-”
“No, you are not. I have been tracking your clinical data, your cycle is completed. Do not lie, Luna,” Marco said, releasing one hand to cup your chin and squish your cheeks between his long fingers. Without any warning, Marco slid his arm under your legs and around your back, picking you up bridal style.
“Come along, Luna.”
Marco POV
Marco had enjoyed the time you were menstruating, even if it meant he had to leave you alone more frequently. He had read extensively about human menstruation, so he knew you wouldn’t be up for very much. During the first few days, you had been extremely lethargic and reluctant to leave the bed, only getting up when he prompted you to. He had you bathe and eat, but otherwise he allowed you to lay in his bed as you wished. Marco determined that you hadn’t ever had the luxury of resting during your menstruation cycle, making him pity you all the more.
You’d been moody and distant during your menstruation, but based on his research that was a common symptom. In addition to your hormonal swings, Marco was feeling guilty for his oversight that ended in your pain at Ace’s hands. All of that together meant he gave you space and allowed you to recuperate at your leisure.
He had even stopped Thatch from delivering your food, telling the heartbroken chef that you needed space. Thatch had assumed your menstruation was the same as a heat cycle, and as amusing as it would have been for your disgruntled reply, Marco didn’t want to aggravate you.
Not only that, but Marco had to acquire a box for you to store the copious presents that the crew wanted to give to you. It seemed every time he was in the mess hall or talking to another Commander, someone came up and told him they wanted to give you something. Marco thanked them all but said you weren’t ready to see others yet. It was an annoyance, and something he’d have to allow when you were feeling more comfortable. He couldn’t rebuff his brothers forever, no matter how much he wanted to keep you all for himself.
Marco enjoyed spending quiet time together as he taught you more Common, or showed you interesting vids. Your thirst for knowledge was never slaked, you always wanted to see more, hear more information, and discover more about the universe. It was refreshing to him, your new perspective bringing Marco more enjoyment than he’d felt in years. He had almost shown you vids of his own homeworld, but decided against it at the last minute. Marco didn’t want to remind you of Eurt, which was a wound you hadn’t yet healed.
You did, however, spend your time learning Common and had begun to text him when he left you locked in his room. Marco saved them all and re-read them when he missed you. They were endearing, and he hoped you would continue to send them to him even as you transitioned back into the usual rhythm of life.
“Prince. I please am food?” was your first message to him. Marco chuckled to himself as he read the message. It wasn’t your fault you got the message wrong, the words for “prince” and “master” were fairly close in Common so it made sense you would confuse them. Still, he didn’t correct you and allowed you to call him “prince” in your messages. He had never allowed anyone else the privilege but it was too cute to correct. He always responded in simple words you’d be likely to understand.
You sent him others, mostly relating to food, drinks, and other items you wanted him to bring you. As you messaged him more, your writing improved.
“Prince big please meat?” Your appetite increased during your menstrual cycle, which Marco was glad to see. You seemed to especially enjoy dishes with meat in them, which Thatch made sure to cook for you. Thatch had mentioned to him that you hadn’t had meat in a long time, which was another clue about your origins.
“Prince not water, juice?” Marco had allowed you a small cup of Long Kiwi juice once, and he had made you sip it slowly. You tried sticking your face in the cup, you had enjoyed it so much. It wasn’t something you could have regularly but a treat once in a while would be good for you.
“Prince, yes please choclate on ship please?” Marco smiled at this one but didn’t respond– Vista had actually been growing kahkow pods on the ship for this very reason but they weren’t ready yet. Soon he’d have the delicacy that humans loved so dearly, but you had to wait.
But all things came to an end, and soon your menstrual cycle completed. Marco learned quite a bit and would be more prepared for your next one. Which meant, of course, that you needed to return to your normal routine.
Thus, you were once again on an inspection bench within Marco’s lab. You were naked, on your hands and knees, warily looking around the room. You shifted your weight from hand to hand, as if you were unsure what was happening. Marco frowned, he had already told you what he would be doing, you didn’t need to wonder or worry. Grabbing the lubricant and the anal trainer he had made for you, Marco returned to your side.
“Luna, you’ve already experienced this yoi,” he said, running a hand down your nude back. You didn’t need to be completely naked for the experience, but Marco enjoyed seeing you this way. Every time he saw you completely nude it reminded him that he wanted to suck on your nipples for an extended period of time – maybe after your excursion to Kyuka he’d actualize that plan.
“B-but it hurt last time-” you whined, turning your head to look at him. Marco set the items down on a hover tray in order to comfort you. Your eyes snapped to the anal trainer as your face paled.
“No, it didn’t. It was uncomfortable but it did not injure you yoi. This anal trainer won’t expand as far as the last one did, it is set to only expand a little bit bigger than it is now,” Marco said, pointing to the elongated bulb with a flared base. Marco wouldn’t be cruel to you, he would work you up to taking something close to his size before attempting anal sex with you.
“B-but I don’t want it,” you cried out, shifting away from him on the bench into a sitting position. Marco clicked his tongue, making your shoulders hike slightly.
“Do not fuss. I did not ask if you want it. I am telling you it is happening yoi. I will put it in, make you orgasm with it inside you, and then we can prepare to go to Kyuka,” Marco stated, crossing his arms. You still hadn’t gotten back into the position he’d placed you in.
“Luna, do I need to use the ionic bonds again?” Marco asked in a cool tone. You shook your head vehemently, quickly scrambling back onto your hands and knees, your ass hiked in the air.
“Good girl. Now relax yoi,” Marco said, before nipping off the talons of one hand with his teeth. He threw the tips onto the floor, he’d atomize them later. Marco kept one hand on your lower back as he opened the bottle of lubrication, drizzling a copious amount over your anus.
He ran his fingers back and forth over your second hole, acclimating you to the feeling of being touched back there. Slowly, he began rubbing your hole directly with his first finger without penetration, gently pressing on your hole. You were grimacing and squirming but not overtly defying his wishes, so he saw no need to restrain you. Humans often found the beginning of the training uncomfortable, so he wouldn’t punish you for such a minor offence.
“Breathe, Luna,” Marco murmured as he slowly began pressing his finger inside you. You arched your back upwards as you scrunched your face. Marco used his free hand to push your lower back down, rotating your back end upwards and granting him better acess. You whimpered as Marco continued pushing his finger into you, rotating it in small circles to loosen your internal muscles.
“I don’t like it, p-please stop,” you whispered, your head hanging forward.
“Humans most often come to enjoy this sexual act yoi. You are no different, you simply need training,” Marco explained evenly. Your hole clenched around his finger, making him wonder what it would be like to have his cock in you here. He’d already sampled your heavenly pussy, now he wanted to enjoy your ass. Soon he’d train you to take him in your mouth, but that was for another time.
Satisfied with his progress, Marco slowly pulled his finger out. He drizzled lubricant on the plug before picking it up, placing the tip where his finger had just been. You hissed and tried moving forward but Marco held you in place, pressing the plug ever deeper into you. It was only a little larger than his finger, you could take it.
“Push against me, Luna. You’re doing very well yoi,” Marco cooed at you. Your hole expanded around the widest part of the plug before one final push had the base sitting against your skin. You shifted on your knees, making small sounds of discomfort. Marco ran his hands over your ass, appreciating the sight of you spread before him.
Marco pressed the base into you a few more times with his fingers, but this time for his own satisfaction and pleasure. You looked so erotic like this, your body being trained to take his own. Marco couldn’t wait for the real act, but he knew he had to be patient otherwise he would cause you irreparable damage. He was going to have to do something about his erection, perhaps he would fuck your cunt like this after making you come on his fingers.
“Sweet little human,” Marco said, spreading the globes of your ass with his hands. You made a small, high pitch whine, but you weren’t in pain. Marco hummed and went to sanitize his hands from the process.
“Can I be d-done?” you whimpered as the plug began expanding. Walking back from the sanitizer, Marco checked his controller and the plug was not even close to complete. He had designed it to expand at a much slower rate than the rods, to help your small body adjust.
“No, Luna. You must come with the anal trainer inside you. I would like your body to associate anal stimulation with pleasure yoi. Besides, you clearly enjoy it. You are exceedingly wet,” Marco husked, running a finger up and down your sopping slit.
“I don’t! I’m n-not!” you cried even as you lowered your shoulders to the bench, presenting yourself to him for his pleasure.
“Is that so?” Marco asked, smacking your ass lightly. You nodded, even as your eyes closed, a little moan leaving your mouth.
“Then why are you dripping with need?” Marco asked as he pushed two of his fingers into your sopping cunt, enjoying the squeak of surprise that left your mouth.
Your cunt was tighter around his fingers than he remembered, squeezing him as he filled you. Marco began pumping them in you, slowly sliding them in and out as your chest heaving with desire. He slipped his other hand lower, rubbing your hard clit in the small circles you so favored. As he continued the squelching sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you grew as loud as the little husks and moans you were emitting.
Your back was arching lower now, this time in need, as he coordinated his movements. Your breath was coming in soft little pants as you moved your legs wider apart. Marco smiled to himself, you really could be trained to enjoy it. Your legs began shaking, your cunt sucking his fingers in deeper, your orgasm growing closer with every rub and thrust. Gods you were so bewitching, Marco could barely keep himself from fucking you as you were.
“See? Your body enjoys it, just as I told you it would yoi. I know your body best, Luna. I can help you achieve pleasures you’ve only dreamed of. First, we need to have you orgasm-” Marco’s words were cut off as an alarm went off in the infirmary. He rapidly started receiving information on his Controller – his presence was emergently needed on the sick bay. He quickly tapped out a message to the closest Commander he trusted before sanitizing his hands and throwing on his lab coat. He pressed on your textile disc, covering you up once more. Your head whipped up in confusion – he felt awful for leaving you wanting, but there was a true need for him elsewhere.
“Luna, I must leave to aid in an emergency. A Commander will be here momentarily to watch you, these doors are unable to be locked completely,” Marco said hastily. You gave him a puzzled look that quickly changed to shock as the doors opened and Marco addressed the brother who had answered his page first.
“Izou, thank you for coming on such short notice. I will be back as soon as I am able.”
Your POV
Fuck. Your. Life.
First Marco had shoved that uncomfortable thing up your ass and left you high and dry, so close to an orgasm you could practically taste it. And now the only person disliked as much as Ace was smirking at you from the corner while the stupid plug slowly expanded in your ass. Had Izou been waiting outside the doors? How had he gotten there so fast? At least Marco had the foresight to close your suit so you weren’t naked.
You tried to keep your face neutral while the plug expanded, but you knew weren’t successful. You kept squinting your eyes and biting your lips – you wanted this thing out now. You weren’t going to lie, it had started to feel good when Marco was finger fucking you and rubbing your clit. His words were going to your head, his deep voice only making you want to come that much quicker.
Worse was that Marco had been right, you were so turned on by the experience, but you weren’t sure why exactly. You hadn’t liked the anal expander the first time, but now your body seemed to be reveling in Marco’s attention. You weren’t going to analyze it too much – so what if your body liked his? You still didn’t like Marco and that’s all that mattered.
“How was your menstruation cycle, Luna?” the Cnidarian asked from where he sat on Marco’s chair. You squirmed on the bench, your still pulsing pussy a reminder that you were short of an orgasm.
“A-alright,” you replied, not wanting to be rude. What kind of fucked up small talk was this? Couldn’t he tell you wanted to be left alone?
“I brought a gift for you,” he continued, reaching into the sleeve of his garment. You tried to smile but were fairly sure it came out as a grimace. Izou came close to you and extended something red towards you in one of his smaller tentacles. You gingerly reached forward, plucking it so you didn’t directly touch the suckers. What the hell was this?
“What do you think?” Izou prompted, giving you a grin while his eyes slid shut in mirth. It appeared to be a red hair bow, but why had he given it to you?
“Thank you?” you replied, turning it over in your hands.
“Humans love bows, do they not? As a ‘fashion thing?” he pressed, his eyes closing even further as his grin widened. Oh right! You’d told him that yourself when you were trying to earn credits, but forgotten your lie. Fuck.
“Oh, yes! Th-thank you! Thank you so much!” you replied hastily, looking it over. Hopefully he couldn’t tell your misstep, but something told you Izou knew you’d blundered. In fairness, it was difficult to think clearly between your want to come and your aching asshole.
“You said humans are particular about such items, I hope it passes your scrutiny. May I put it on you?” he asked easily, drawing ever closer.
“Uh, s-sure,” you replied shakily, watching his tentacles extend towards you. You would have to let him in order to cover up your lie, maybe it would appease him. Your breath hitched as he drew closer to you. Izou wouldn’t hurt you – he wouldn’t, right? He’d touched you before and you’d been okay, right? Your breath was short, but this time not from desire but fear.
Izou’s tentacles wrapped around you, and pulled you into his hold. It wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, though it felt different than when Marco held you. One large tentacle acted as a chair, with you sitting atop the thick muscle while a section wrapped around your waist. The thick tentacle directly pressed against your plug with every movement you made, making you hyperaware of the still enlarging implement. You didn't love being held by him, but there wasn't much you could do in this situation.
Izou’s tentacles were much like you remembered, firm muscle with a velvety texture. Izou held you much looser than the time he’d stopped you from burning yourself. Whereas before he was restraining you, this time it was almost like they were caressing you. There were so many, and they all seemed to be touching some part of you.
Izou’s tentacles twined and curled around your torso, your back arching as they tickled along your sides. Izou’s humanoid hands were on your shoulders, fingers drumming up and down the column of your neck. Was he trying to do something with you?
“Wh-what are you-”
“Forgive me if my technique isn’t practiced, you are the first human I have ever been able to gift a bow to,” he said silkily as he gathered your hair and fastened the bow directly to the top of your head. In any other situation, you would have asked to move it so you didn’t look like a complete dipshit but right now you just needed him to stop touching you.
Because between being edged by Marco and the plug in your ass, whatever Izou was doing was working.
Izou remained behind you, his tentacles now wrapping and unwrapping themselves from around your legs. He wasn’t restraining you, not exactly, more like pressing on you from all angles. As soon as a tentacle wrapped all the way around you, providing sensation, it would immediately unwind, leaving you wanting more. It was confusing but not unpleasant, like you were being touched by hundreds of lightly stroking fingers.
“Are you excited to descend to Kyuka?” he continued. You clenched as the bulb in your ass grew slightly bigger. How large would this thing get? It didn’t feel like it was that much bigger but it was not a sensation that you enjoyed without Marco there to pull some pleasure from you. And as much as you were getting from Izou right now, you were not going to hook up with a Cnidarian.
“Y-yeah,” you replied, unable to keep too much attention on the conversation.
“Have you been on a tropical planet before?” Izou asked, his tentacles curling your chest, barely grazing the outside of your breasts.
“Never been on a planet,” you replied, your voice too breathy for your own liking.
“Oh, really? Not even on your merchant ship?”
“N-no, I was the l-last hired so I always had to s-stay on the ship when we d-docked,” you explained, resisting the urge to mewl as Izou’s tentacles grazed your inner thighs. Izou hummed and continued watching you placidly as his tentacles crept ever closer to your erogenous zones. You couldn’t take it any longer, you needed this thing out, you needed away from Izou, you had to…
“Izou, may I please go to the bathroom?” you asked, an idea forming in your head.
“Certainly,” he replied, his tentacles retracting immediately.
A moment later and you were rapidly opening your suit. Like you suspected, Marco hadn’t changed the settings back to the way they were before your period, so you’d be able to open the whole thing. You might be punished, but you would rather have a sore ass from spanking than this thing. Looking around, you saw a small atomizer. You threw a hand towel in it and turned it – the zap and decimated fabric showed the machine definitely worked.
“Are you alright, Luna?” Izou called from the main room, you thought with a hint of laughter in his tone.
“Yes, just a moment longer, sorry,” you yelled back. You opened your suit, squatted down and felt for the base against your ass. Pulling with consistent pressure, you got the plug out of you as quickly as you could. Looking it over, it wasn’t as large as it felt inside you. It wasn’t much bigger than Marco’s fingers, but you didn’t want anything in your ass at all. You quickly threw the plug into the atomizer and started it up. The plug was shortly vaporized, leaving not even a trace behind.You sagged against the wall in relief before closing your suit once more.
Yes, you needed to be compliant, but you couldn’t bear it any longer, especially not in front of Izou. If Marco wanted that anal trainer in someone badly, he could do it to himself. You smiled at the thought, before cleansing yourself and returning to the room.
A smile still tugged at your lips as you saw an amused Izou…and a pissed off Marco right behind him, tapping his taloned foot against the floor. Your face dropped as you saw the vial of pappags in his hand, your heart beating so fast you could hear it in your ears.
“Luna, why did I just get an alert that your plug was atomized yoi?”
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Fully Human, Chapter 18 (Sci Fi AU, Marco x Reader, DARK, dead dove, NON CON, humans as pets)
18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | the other chapters
Thank you to @razzledazzleelderberry for helping me with some sticky spots <3
I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season! I have been trying my best to write but it's been extraordinarily busy for me. I believe I'll have more time for writing soon, thank you for your patience <3 it's not all gonna be Space Marco, I've got other things I hope to post soon too :)
Your POV
Holy fuck you were so goddamn high.
Whatever Marco had injected you with had taken away your pain and your fear and everything else, which was fine by you. But in place of your anxiety and stress was euphoria, like you were slowly floating in low gravity. It almost felt like when you were saved after the incident in your childhood and given some of the last of the good drugs on Lafftale. They’d run out shortly thereafter, but the feeling of being present but mentally floaty had never left your memory. And whatever Marco had given you was even better than that. Speaking of Marco, you smiled at him as he sat next to you on the bed.
“So? Can you do it? Can you turn fully human?” you asked, cheek resting on your palm. It was something you’d been thinking about for a few days, just an idle thought you never thought you’d speak out loud. But the drugs were making your lips loose and mind fuzzy, so why not ask? You looked at Marco with half lidded eyes, before flopping back onto your pillow with your arms behind your head.
“I believe – there were writings left to me that suggested that perhaps I could –” Marco was stalling, his hand on the back of his neck. You pursed your lips and cupped your hands around your mouth.
“Booooooo. Just do it,” you jeered at him.
“Did you boo me?” he asked, blinking rapidly in surprise. You giggled, Marco’s head feathers bobbing as he tittered. Frowning in concern, Marco tapped on his controller for a moment before looking up at you again.
“Show me your pupils,” Marco said abruptly, bringing his face closer to your own. You sat up and grabbed his face, pulling him close to your own. You opened your eyes as wide as you could and looked into his own teal ones. You hadn’t really seen them that close before, the teal deepening towards his pupil. They were breathtaking the more you looked at them, the striations a deeper blue than you could see from afar. You let your hands drop, leaning in closer to Marco’s mesmerizing eyes.
“Ah. You are in an altered mental state. That…explains some things yoi,” Marco said after a moment, leaning back to tap a note into his controller.
“You have pretty eyes,” you said with a smile, the thought falling out of your mouth before you could stop it. Marco hummed as he continued typing.
“Yours are pretty as well,” he said, the feathers on his chest puffing slightly.
“Come on, please? Just try this once. You owe me since you let Ace barbeque me,” you said with a pout. Marco’s eyes snapped up from his notes, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Was he feeling guilty? You’d test it again later and if he was – you could hardly suppress your desire to rub your hands together in glee. You thought Marco was going to refuse before he abruptly stood up.
“Very well yoi.” He furrowed his brow for a moment before shifting, as if he was quite sure what to do. It certainly wasn’t the elegant shifting into his full Phoenix form that you’d seen before. What you saw now was stilted and sputtering, Marco’s torso and limbs shifting in bursts. You covered your mouth to hide your laugh – you really did want to see what he looked like and if Maro thought you were laughing at him, he’d never do it again.
“I think that’s as far as I can go for now,” Marco said, looking over himself. His feathers, talons, and beaklike mouth were gone, replaced by normal looking human features. He was still a little bluer than a normal human skin tone should be but you could overlook that in the face of his chiseled chest and toned abs. Marco was taller than you’d expected he would be, with a shock of blond hair at the top of his head.
Marco still sported his glasses and Whitebeard tattoo over his bare, muscled chest. Unfortunately kept his capris during his shift so you couldn’t compare that part of his anatomy at the present time. His abs were defined, his biceps looked bitable and his ass looked ready for a slap. If he had been on Lafftale, you would have been all over him.
Human Marco was hot.
“No comments yoi?” Marco asked dryly, crossing his arms as if self conscious.
“Uh…” your mind was lagging, unable to produce anything coherent beyond how good he looked. Marco frowned, his kissable lips looking inviting even as he began complaining.
“Take a good look, I’m not going to remain in this weaker-”
“No, wait,” you said, getting up onto your knees on the bed and crawling over to where he was. Marco pursed his lips but came closer to you, standing next to the bed. You weren’t sure exactly what you were doing, but you stood up on the bed. For once you were now slightly taller than Marco, his human form shorter than his Phoenix one. You stood in front of him for a few moments in silence, before wrapping your arms around his head and hugging it close to your boobs.
He wasn’t human, you knew that. This was just something he was doing for you, something to appease you after letting you get injured to ease his own guilty conscience. You knew that. Marco stiffened, likely as unsure what you were doing as you were. And yet it almost felt like being home when he wrapped his human arms around you and hugged you back.
Later you could tell yourself it was the drugs, or from being burned, or that you were pathetic, or whatever you needed to use to flagellate yourself into action. But life had been rough and you were going to take comfort where you could find it.
“Marco, can we make out like this?”
Marco POV
You always did the most unexpected things. Marco was never sure what you would do or say when presented with a new situation. That was part of what made you interesting to be around, your actions so surprising that he often had no response to them. So when you crushed his head into your breasts, he remained still and hoped for the best.
If he had known that his humanoid form made you more attracted to him, he would have shifted the first day he met you. He wasn’t actually human, he wouldn’t ever have the same senses and vulnerabilities that you did, but the new form did change his perception of reality in some ways. Marco did feel a little naked without his talons and feathers, but you seemed to be enjoying his look. Your hands were now on top of his shoulders, your soft skin touching his own. It was a new feeling, his skin more sensitive than his feathers, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
“I think that’s a great idea yoi,” Marco replied, running his hands up and down your curvy sides. Marco made a face as he felt something large in your pocket. Opening the fastening, he found an Eternal Romance flower. Marco turned it over in his hand, a grimace on his face. Who had given you such a nice gift?
“Oh, I got that from uh, Vista,” you mumbled, taking the flower from him and tossing it on the bedside table. They were worth hundreds of Beri, the flowers rare and highly sought after. Vista grew them on the ship, but only for his own satisfaction, not to sell them for profit. You probably didn’t know how valuable they were, but it still filled Marco with some amount of satisfaction to see you casually tossing the flower aside onto the bedside table like it was nothing.
“I’ll get you something to put your belongings in,” Marco murmured, his hands roving higher once more. He wanted you to forget the flower and anything other than ‘making out,’ as you so charmingly phrased it. And you still needed your daily orgasm, he hadn’t forgotten about it. Yes, he knew you were delirious on the medication he’d injected you with, but he couldn’t stop himself. This was the first time you’d ever expressed interest in him first and he wasn’t going to ruin the opportunity. If he chided you for using his personal name, he wasn’t sure you’d have the courage to initiate ever again.
Marco pulled you flush against his chest again, his head only reaching as high as your lovely breasts. He began nuzzling and mouthing at your nipples, trying to stimulate them without opening your suit. Your sharp intake of breath told him all he needed to know as your chest heaved and your grip tightened on his shoulders. Marco splayed his hand over your back and wrapped his other arm under your supple ass, tugging you down onto the bed. Even in this form, you were much smaller and lighter than he was so Marco was able to maneuver you with ease.
Though Marco missed his talons, not having to bite them off to touch your unarmored skin was a pleasant side effect as he ran his human-like fingers over your suit, causing it to retract from over the upper half of your body. You shivered, but not from the cold as you had been when Marco had found you in Ace’s room. No, now your body was reacting to Marco caging you in with his arms, looming over you in the bed. Your hand reached up, cupping Marco’s cheek as your thumb stroked his flesh as he so often did to you. Marco could almost believe it was true affection and not just the medication making you this way.
“Your eyes are the same. They didn’t change,” you said, staring at him. It was frankly a little unnerving to have your unwavering attention on him– was this how you felt when others stared at you? Before Marco could answer, you wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him closer.
“They’re so beautiful, Marco,” you said before you crashed your lips against his own. Marco was glad that you had closed your eyes to kiss so that you would miss the flush that was surely over his cheeks. Marco was considered good looking by the standards of his own race, but it wasn’t like Pops or his brothers regularly told him how handsome he was. He hadn’t heard something like that since his last visit with a female – which had been quite a few cycles prior.
Turning his attention back to you, Marco closed his own eyes as his lips met yours. There were more merits to looking human than he’d initially expected. Having softer lips like yours made for a unique experience, and easier for kissing besides. Marco had sampled your lips many times when he’d had intercourse with you before. You had been inebriated under the influence of the pineapples, your attention wavering as the aphrodisiac kept your desire high. Your kisses then had been sweet but Marco had quickly taken over, showing you what he wanted and guiding you along in his desire.
But now you were focused on him, your arms wrapped around his neck as you sighed in dreamy delight. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, his now similar one entangling with your own. It wasn’t prehensile like his normal one, but it would do for now. Marco’s hands trailed up your sides, touching just the outer edges of your breasts. Your back was arching into his touch, you seemed much more sensitive than you had been last time. You were relaxed and soft in his arms, his weaker sense of smell detecting the scent of your growing arousal…and blood?
Marco stilled, trying not to create panic in you as he quickly put his hands around your waist. He wanted to retract your suit and inspect you but do so in a way that wasn’t alarming. How he hadn’t noticed your injury was beyond him, perhaps it hadn’t been apparent immediately while Marco attended your burns? Marco fretted mentally while his fingers ran down your thighs to retract your suit.
“What’s wrong?” you whined, your useless nails scratching at his back. “You don’ like it?” you asked, your eyes wide and filling with tears. Marco shook his head and leaned back down to kiss you again.
“I enjoy kissing you very much yoi. But I am detecting traces of blood, perhaps from earlier,” Marco said, trying to avoid indicating the incident directly in case it upset you again. “I’m going to look at-”
“Oh,” you stated flatly, your mood deflating. “No, I know what it is. My period’s starting. Gimme something to absorb the blood and I’ll be fine.” Marco tilted his head at your dismissal of his concerns. That was not generally the perception of the human menstruation cycle as he had read in his scientific reports.
“Does your menstruation cycle not hurt or bother you?” Marco asked, leaning over you on his elbows. You shrugged, your breasts jiggling with the movement.
“It does, but it’s something I just deal with. It comes every month, I’m used to the pain,” you said nonchalantly. Marco frowned, he had read that the releasing of the uterine lining and subsequent cramping in the uterus could be quite painful. There was variation among the species, of course, but overall the experience was determined to be rather unpleasant for humans. It saddened him to think that you were accustomed to the pain without any medicine or modifications for your discomfort. That would change now that you were with him, of course.
“We will be docking at the trading planet within the day, but I would like to remain on the ship for the duration of your menses. If we are to enjoy the wilderness together, I don’t want wild animals to be attracted to the scent of your blood,” Marco explained so you wouldn’t be upset later when your time off the ship was postponed. He would be taking you, but he would rather the excursion was peaceful rather than filled with fighting local animals.
“Makes sense,” you agreed easily before striking your forehead with the heel of your palm. “Aw, man. I was hoping to freak you out with my blood and tell you I was dying. What a waste,” you huffed. Marco laughed and kissed the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
“That would not have worked yoi. Not only am I a doctor but I’ve read extensively about the human reproductive cycle. I understand what happens, it does not freak me out,” Marco said, lapping over your carotid artery for a moment before looking at you again in the eyes.
“Do not ever pretend to die or to be injured if you are not yoi. Especially after what happened with Ace,” Marco chastised you. You rolled your eyes at him, a now familiar gesture.
“I am serious, Luna. If you do, I will-”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re gonna punish me. I know,” you replied with another roll of your eyes. You looked dazed and tired, your dark undereyes revealing your exhaustion.
“Perhaps you need a reminder,” Marco suggested, his fingers pinching one of your nipples gently. You whined, your hands encircling his wrist. It reminded him so much of you grabbing him to keep him from touching your injuries in Ace’s room. Marco didn’t have the heart to reprimand you as he should, especially given the circumstances. And if you were menstruating, your breasts and nipples would be especially tender.
“N-no, please. I’m s-sorry,” your sincere apology punctuated with a yawn. Marco’s controller pinged with a message from Thatch that he was outside the door.
“Your words will suffice for now, but mind your language. I know menstruation makes humans hormonal but that is no excuse for poor behavior,” Marco said. “Thatch is here to drop off your meal. I’m going to check a few test results and get you some supplies for your menstrual cycle, after which I will return immediately,” Marco stated, ending his words with a final kiss between your breasts. Marco ran a finger up your suit, sealing you within it once more.
You jolted upright as he shifted to sitting, his controller beeping with the sudden uptick in your heart rate and blood pressure. You grabbed his arm tightly, gripping him to prevent his departure. Marco kept the smile from appearing on his face; your fear was genuine. Even so, you clinging to him always brought him a sense of delight as you sought him for protection.
“N-no, don’t leave me alone. Someone could come and-,” you said, your apprehension evident in the way your fingers tightened around his arm as you spoke. Your pupils were nearly back to normal, you must be coming down from the medication. Marco hugged you tightly, your face buried in his humanoid chest. Marco cupped your face and tilted it up, trying to offer you comfort in the way you preferred. He couldn’t blame you for your actions, he understood your hesitance to be apart from him. He also wanted to remain with you at all times, but it wasn’t possible.
“No one will come inside my room. I have sent express orders to all crew that my quarters are inaccessible at this time. Whitebeard also granted me permission to change the coding to my door so that only a select few can enter,” Marco said as you pressed your lips together.
“I can ask Thatch to remain in my room until I return since he is already outside with your food. Will that suffice?” Marco asked, rubbing his free thumb on your lower lip.
“Thatch won’t – he won’t hurt me, right?” you asked, searching Marco’s face with your eyes. Marco removed his hand from your face and shifted it back into his familiar taloned one, flexing the razor sharp tips as if in anticipation of an attack.
“You will never be harmed again.”
Your POV
You regretted telling Marco you didn’t want to be alone because Thatch wouldn’t fucking leave.
Thatch did come bearing good food though, and for that you were thankful. You’d scarfed down the meal Thatch had made for you before nearly passing out on Marco’s bed. You had eaten fast, even by your standards, but you were too hungry and the food too tasty for you to care. Once the first bite hit your tongue, you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving it in your mouth as fast as you could.
Whatever Thatch made was one of the best meals you’d ever eaten, even if you didn’t have much for comparison. You couldn’t identify a single item in the dish but they all tasted better than anything you’d had on Lafftale. It wasn’t Eve’s fault the meals on Lafftale sucked, she only had a handful of ingredients to work with and there were only so many ways you could cook rhubarb.
You were sitting up in the bed and trying to stay awake, there was no way you were going to fall asleep without Marco nearby. Thatch was leaning against Marco’s desk, his tail swishing intermittently. The chef’s interest in you clearly hadn’t wavered, but his distance from you had you thinking that perhaps Marco had said something to keep him from touching you. You hoped so, at least.
Thatch’s stew was hearty and flavorful, filled with various starchy vegetables, and to your surprise Thatch had even included some kind of meat. He didn’t have to spend the precious resources on you, but you appreciated the flavors as the meat practically melted on your tongue.
“Did you like the stew? I tried to make it with as many Eurt-like vegetables as we had in stock. If I had known you were coming I would have gotten more at the last stop. They’re pretty popular among the crew. Eurt had tasty fruits and vegetables – and beings too,” Thatch said with a grin. If he was going for a double entendre, you were steadfastly ignoring it. You were literally licking the plate clean before Thatch took it away from you.
“It was the tastiest meal I’ve ever had,” you answered honestly, covering your yawn with a hand. Thatch put his hand over his heart looking like he was going to cry, but didn’t interrupt you.
“Thank you for making it for me and for putting meat in it. I don’t know if Mar- if you know, but I don’t actually need meat to survive. Humans can live without any kind of meat, even for long periods of time. I really appreciated it, but you don’t need to waste that kind of money on me again,” you said, covering yourself with the blanket. You felt bad wasting their resources, even if they were pirates keeping you prisoner. Thatch gave you a strange look as he set the plate back on Marco’s desk.
“We have extensive meat rations on board. Some of the crew can only digest meat, so I keep a lot stocked. It’s also not a particularly expensive supply, at least compared to fresh fruit. Did you enjoy the skyfox meat?” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest. You nodded, unsure if you’d upset him. This felt a lot like the shower situation all over again – how could resources be this plentiful across the universe?
“Have you had meat before?” Thatch asked, continuing his line of questioning. You nodded slowly.
“Yeah. But not for a long time,” you replied. In your earliest memories, you remembered eating some kind of meat on Lafftale. But as the population declined, so did the animal stock and food stores. There hadn’t been any kind of animal other than humans on Lafftale for around two decades. And it wasn’t like wildlife blossomed on the desolate asteroid. So, you hadn’t lied exactly, but you weren’t telling the whole truth.
“It’s not a waste to feed you what you like to eat,” Thatch said softly, his normal pervy side set aside for a moment. He stood up as he continued, “even if you weren’t human, I’d still make you what your body requires in a manner that tastes good. Enjoying food is something almost everyone has in common, it could never be a waste,” Thatch said, taking a step towards you. It wasn’t intentional, but you cringed backwards and covered yourself with the blanket a little more.
“Ah, I’m - I heard what happened with Ace,” Thatch said, returning to his previous position. You didn’t reply, not sure where Thatch stood in his own relationship with the furry Commander.
“He didn’t mean to hurt you, he wouldn’t do something like that on purpose. He’s young and inexperienced, but not malicious,” Thatch explained. You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from saying that malicious or not, he’d burned you so badly you felt your own skin bubbling under your fingertips. So needless to say you were pissed at Ace, regardless of his intentions.
“Back to the food though – there are no animals on Lafftale? No aquatic life? Nothing like that?” Thatch pressed. You pursed your lips – this was definitely the kind of information that would be sent back to Marco or Izou or someone for compilation. You gave a small shrug before doing a comically large yawn and stretching your arms overhead. Hopefully Thatch took the cue and thought you were tired and left the questions for another time.
“Oh my! Such a tired girl! All that warm food in you makin’ you wanna sleep?” Thatch cooed at you, complete with a small clap. You yawned again, this one not forced, as you settled back against the headboard. Thatch turned his Controller and pressed a screen several times in a row. You frowned, what the hell was he doing?
“Aww, you look so cute like that! I’m gonna send these pictures to Marco and Izou!” he exclaimed happily, already punching away on his Controller. He was taking pictures of you right now? Holy fuck you wished you could kill him. You were overly tired and getting annoyed so you reacted without thinking.
You flipped him off.
“Oh! A new human gesture! I haven’t seen you make that one before!” Thatch exclaimed, taking another picture. If he thought it was cute, you were happy to repeat it. It was humiliating knowing he was sending pictures of you looking gross to anyone who was interested.
“Yeah. It means I’m tired,” you deadpanned, turning away from Thatch so his pictures wouldn’t be interesting. Hopefully Marco didn’t know what it actually meant, but you’d be willing to take the spanking even if he did. Being chirped at like a pet was too irritating to let slide. But, wait. He was taking pictures of you. Did that mean..?
“Can my controller do that too?” you asked, suddenly sitting back up. Thatch looked up from where he was probably sending pictures of your back to Marco.
“Do what? Take pictures? I’m not sure,” Thatch answered, tapping his chest. “We can find out if you’d like. Can I come close to you?” he asked before taking another step in your direction. You nodded quickly, very interested to see if Marco had retained the camera function on your Controller. Thatch walked over to you, his forked tongue flicking in the air.
“Are you still hurt? Or bleeding? I smell fresh blood, I can go get Marco-”
“He knows. I’m fine,” you said as your face heated. Could everyone tell you were on your period by their sense of smell? No wonder Marco wanted you to wait before your excursion. Thatch shrugged before picking up your forearm in his large hand. He tapped your Controller a few times, flipping through screens quickly.
“Well, on mine, it’s here…but on yours…oh, here it is!” Thatch said happily, opening up a screen you hadn’t seen before. It was a simple point and click camera function, but it would help you tremendously. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, this would be an incredible asset. Of course, you assumed Marco would be able to see everything you took pictures of, but you had some ideas on how to get around that too.
“Can I practice taking a picture of you?” you asked with a large smile. Thatch covered his mouth with his hands as if what you’d said was too wonderful to be believed. You kept the smile plastered on even as you wanted to flip him off again.
“Of course! Hold your arm up and –”
“No, not here. Can you go by the door? I want to take a picture of you far away so I can see your whole body,” you said with saccharine sweetness. Thatch scrambled back towards Marco’s door and stood at attention.
“Would you mind making a human gesture for me? Can you hold up your hand so your palm faces me?” Thatch did as you asked immediately, like he was a soldier under your command. You pointed your lens at him and took several pictures of the proud looking Chef.
Holding your hand up palm facing front wasn’t a human gesture at all – it was the beginning of your plan to escape. You noticed during your time with Whitebeard that most doors were opened either by Controller or by the Commander putting their hand up to the sensor to be scanned. It was a long shot, but maybe the image of a Commander’s hand would be enough to trick the sensor and open the door. Something like that would have definitely worked on Lafftale with its older tech, maybe there was a similar weakness in their tech you could exploit.
“Thank you!” you said brightly, flipping through the pictures. And you were thankful – Thatch might have unwittingly given you access to the entire ship.
A/N: I’M SO FRICKIN PROUD OF MYSELF!!! THIS IS MY FIRST EVER LONG FIC CAPPING AT 10.3K WORDS!!! WOOOO!!! ;-; I never thought I could ever write this much but I did!! I did!! :3!!
The marble walls in the large bathroom dripped with condensation, forming from the steam leaving the shower you two occupied. Scents of jasmine flower and eucalyptus filled the space and slicked across your bodies as you two scrubbed each other down and caressed one another under soft drops of water cascading you. Thatch gently turned you around to face the wall and moved your hair over your shoulder to grant him access to your now bare neck; he planted tender kisses to the skin, making you shiver and steadied yourself against the warmed midnight blue marble wall. Leaving the work to Thatch, you found yourself drawn to the gold swirling accents that complimented the shower dials and head.
“Thatch….” You whined a breathy sigh.
“Shhhhhh…..Sweetheart, let me enjoy this.” He trailed his soapy hands up to your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze; his thumbs slicked over your perked nipples, causing you to bite your lip. “I haven’t had the chance to pleasure you properly while we were at my dad’s. I need my dosage of you now.” He massaged his hands down your sides and glided them down to cup your ass. He bounced the supple flesh there, admiring your weight.
You couldn’t help it anymore, and decided to indulge him; you wiggled your butt enough to rub against his hardening dick. You refused to look at him out of bashfulness, even though you were just as equally horny as him from the long celebration at his father’s manor. You heard him grunt from the action, making his large hands grip your hips in place. “Not just yet, we’ll save that type of action for bed. I know you’re more comfortable that way– here, sit down.” He walked you to the large shower bench to the side, extending out from the wall and away from the water that had gotten everywhere else. He laid you down over some towels he placed so you wouldn't slide around.
Clearly there was thought put into the bathroom’s blueprints for these exact moments.
You lay your head back against the rolled-up towel and rested your arms above your head, taking in the aromatics of the essential oils mixing in with the steam of the shower while Thatch spread your thighs open. He nibbled and bit at the tender flesh, lower and lower, until his soft lips dotted your pussy and mound with tender kisses. He took in a deep breath of your scent and tightened his grip on your thighs until you whimpered.
“You’re going to drive me insane, woman…” He dragged his tongue from the opening of your vagina all the way to your clit with a satisfying pressure that made you jolt. He did that two more times before he encased your sweet clit in his lips and gave the dear nub a firm lick, letting the bundle of nerves get well acquainted with his taste buds.
You took in a greedy breath and exhaled a tense groan, pressing your toes against Thatch’s muscular back, and forced your hands to stay above your head for now. His tongue swirled around your clit lazily until he decided to nuzzle into your core. He let out a satisfied moan when he felt you clench around his tongue and your thighs fight against his hold for a moment.
“H-…hahh ahhhhnnn…Thatch, yes….” You sang sweetly, something Thatch will never get enough of. He kept this up for a nice while letting his hands roam from your thighs to your hips, up to your soft breasts. He fondled them shamelessly, and pinched and rolled your nipples while he lapped and ate your pussy with familiarity; this was his second home. Right between your legs, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you till you felt like you really had to push him off because his tongue would start to tickle like mad and you couldn’t take it anymore.
And at this moment, you were nearing that state after the third orgasm from just his tongue; it rolled over you like a storm. “THATCH HAHH…FUCK-PLEASEEE,” you wiggled your hips, begging for something to go inside of you. At this point you were about ready to shove him off and take him for yourself, until you heard and felt him chuckle. The vibrations made you suck in a breath as you gripped his hair and let out a grunt. “Squirming already, baby?” Thatch spoke between your lips with a hungry grin. “I haven’t even used my fingers yet.” He finished his sentence by flicking his tongue against your taut clit that sent you into a frenzy of high pitched, whimpery breaths and strained giggles; you tried your hardest to close your thighs and buck your hips to escape from his cruel tongue.
It was useless though, and during your pitiful attempts to stop his onslaught, he easily slid two thick fingers deep into your sopping wet pussy and hooked his fingers onto your G spot. A current of electricity shot up your spine, making you arch your back as you let out a guttural growl and that made Thatch roll his eyes back. The bathroom echoed with your sweet sweet sounds and squelching noises while Thatch finger-fucked you like the beast he was, wanting for nothing but your screams and pleasure.
“Mmmmyes give it’a me darling, give it to me all.” He sucked on your clit and repeated that same quick flicking motion on the poor thing before he added in another finger. He gave you a delicious stretch that burned so good your toes curled. “Did you miss this? Missed me making you feel good? You know I only ever want you to ever feel good,” he increased the suction and really started pumping and flexing his fingers into you, now, and he nearly ascended to the heavens after hearing you yell out his name over and over and over again while you came on his fingers and face.
Ever the gentleman, he didn’t stop until he felt you go limp under him.
You laid there panting and feeling the blood pound in your ears from the intensity of that last orgasm he pulled out of you. Thatch massaged your hips and thighs to keep them from getting sore, and cleaned you himself once more.
“…mmm…I love you..” You mumbled through your fuzzy come-down with a drunken smile, and your eyes shut.
Thatch smiled while he wiped the soft rag over you and pecked your lips. “I love you too, so so much. C’mon, up you go; let’s get dried up and changed. I don’t think all this steam is good for you right now in this state.” He winked at you, helping you up by the hand and supporting your back till you got on your feet.
He was right. You didn’t realize it through your little session, but the bathroom was filled with hot steam from the running shower. At least it smelled amazing in there. Thatch shut the water off and walked you to the lit vanity where he dried you, hand and foot, whilst offering to lotion you up and apply your product to your hair that he knew kept it from frizzing up. You couldn’t do it yourself, since your muscles still felt like jelly, so you softly hummed an approval sound. It gave him the green light he needed to apply what you needed to feel amazing after a long, strenuous shower.
He kissed the top of your foot, then your forehead, and let you warm up in your plush robe while he got himself ready. Your eyes marveled over his rippling muscles and tattoos he had over his shoulders and hips that traveled to his thighs, taking in the sights as he lathered himself in lotions and did his hair care routine. He seemed to opt to let his hair air-dry when he was done. It framed his face beautifully that made you want it between your legs again but settled on just looking for now.
It was until your eyes trailed from his happy trail all the way to his emerald green eyes that you noticed he was looking at you while you were drinking him in; he smiled at you. He walked over and pinched your chin between his fingers to kiss your soft lips. “What’cha thinking about?”
Blushing madly after being caught, you regained your strength and came back to planet Earth; you got up to get dressed. “Oh, nothing…just how fucking handsome you are.” You walked past him, giving his butt a quick pinch through his towel, then ran, making him chase you to the bedroom. As he approached, Thatch's fingers were now extended out, wiggling towards you, as mischief sparkled in his eyes.
“Get back here! You know there’s a price to butt pinches and running!” He could have easily caught you then, but wanted to let you run into a corner.
You squealed once you heard his heavy footsteps gain up behind you; as he chased you, you made the mistake of looking behind you. Seeing that look on his face as he wiggled his fingers made your skin crawl. “Ahh!! Thatch wait!! No! Ahaha I’m sorry! I couldn’t help ittt,” you laughed, already feeling him on top of you.
He jumped over the bed to reach you on the other side, making your scream out of surprise. You tried to pull away from him, but he pinned you onto the giant mattress and dug his hands into your robe, wiggling his fingers up and around the sides of your bare stomach. He used his blunt nails to his advantage and expertly scribbled them over your ribs and up the sides of your breast, smiling wide as he heard your shrill laughter. He knew you became super sensitive after a good orgasm, and after ripping a good four out of you, he was going to enjoy this thoroughly.
“AHH HA HA HA THAHATCH!!” You wailed as you smacked his arms and pounded his shoulders. You even tried pushing his face away, thinking that would help your cause; instead, he used one arm to raise and pin your arm over your head before using the other to open up your robe for more access. He psyched you out a couple times by bobbing his head up and down– “GET OFF OF MEEHEEEAHHH!!”– your famous last words.
Your voice raised in octaves as he descended his mouth onto your tender ribs and nibbled at them, keeping you nice and snug under him as he basked in your full-belly laughs combo’d with squeaky pleas. He licked and dug between the bones like he was licking caramel and used his free hand to squeeze and pinch at your knee muscles. You felt the muscles spasm under his ministrations, and you were forced to move your leg as much as possible. It was really hard to do so, because he was so massive compared to you. You couldn’t use your legs to push him off or even close them; you just hoped he didn’t go for the creases in your pelvis. The ticklish shocks were prickling through your nerves, making you babble nonsense if it meant getting free.
Only, Thatch didn’t want this to end. You two had been at his father’s home for a good week before Christmas, because Thatch needed to prepare everything alongside his brothers. There was meal prep, polishing the silver, taking out the holiday plates, actually cooking the meals, all that jazz that came with preparing for Christmas at the Edward’s home. It was a lot, but not un-doable, especially since his brothers were there to help. Thatch was going to enjoy you thoroughly now that you two had privacy.
He was practically glowing while tickling you silly. Other than the sweet songs you sang during intimate moments, his other favorite sound coming out of you were your deep belly-laughs. He thought you were the most adorable woman on the planet whenever you’d laugh so hard you snort, which you did, once he shot both his hands up into your underarms and wriggled into the pits while he nuzzled his goatee into the crevice of your neck making om-nom-nom sounds. He made you laugh so hard you went silent, and only screamed when you had the chance to suck in a breath.
“THAHATCH-THATCH PLEASE EEEEHEEEHEEHEEHAHH STAHP EHET,” despite the pleas and begging for it to stop, you loved every second of this. You two had a wonderful, jam-packed time with the fam, ate amazing food thanks to the chef, came your brains out not too long ago, and now you were getting tickled by your charmingly sweet, devoted ham of a husband. Life was good. No. It was more than good, it was downright magical.
And then you saw it, that ‘look’ in his eye and he quickly grabbed your flailing free arm and had it join its sister in his hand’s hold above you head.
“Thatch.”
“Yes?” his free hand trailed the back of his fingers down the center of your chest, to your belly, then lower belly….
“Thatch.” You brought your knees up in a poor attempt to provide some coverage to where you were sure, and dreading, he was heading towards, making something coil inside you.
“Mmmm yes, my love?” he said easily, as if waiting for you to finally ask your question.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love YoUU AHHH WAIT MERCY MERCY. MERCY THATCH,” you blurted out as soon as you felt his hand quickly dip down between himself and you, headed towards the very spot you were hoping he wouldn’t grab– but before he could make landfall, he retracted his hand and gave your breasts one last squeeze to surprise you, making you squeak. He got up. “You punk…” you playfully pouted, and threw a pillow at him, getting up yourself.
“Haha c’mon sugar, let’s get dressed,” he walked towards his walk-in closet, letting you get up at your own pace. “I don’t know about you, but I’m freakin starving,” he said while getting dressed in his favorite ham and eggs pajama pants and black tank-top, styled with some yellow slippers. He reached over his mirror area that housed his watches and colognes, and grabbed a hair tie to put his now dry hair into a loose ponytail.
He walked out and saw you, dressed in a satin set of midnight-blue pajamas and matching yellow slippers. He smiled then, tilting his head towards the door to venture out downstairs, towards the living room and kitchen. “Coming, coming~” you chirped as you followed closely behind him.
He got started on dinner, since it was well into the evening when you two got home not too long ago. The plane ride and driving service took forever, and you two needed to unwind and get back into your grove, especially on a lovely Christmas night. You put on a Christmas rom-com and sparked a potent joint to unwind, while Thatch had a glass of his favorite bourbon that made him shimmy his shoulders and his chest hair prickle from its strength.
“Woo!” he hooted out in the kitchen while making both your meals.
“It get ya again?” you questioned from your seat after taking a drag in the living room, filling the space with the herbal scent.
“Yup! ‘ts why it’s my favorite, it has a good taste too,” he huffed out a short burst of air to help quell the burn that came after. By the time Thatch had finished cooking the movie was well into the story, but it didn’t matter, because he knew this movie word-for-word after seeing it so many times during the holidays. The wide couch cushion dipped in as he settled himself next to you, and served you your plate, setting your drink on the coffee table in front.
You two enjoyed each other’s company, exchanging some glances here and there. Thatch was being silly and ‘mirrored’ how you looked to him when you ate, which was apparently like a chipmunk. You had to look away; otherwise, you would spit out your food all over your lap, and this was too good to waste. So, you gently shoved his shoulder. “Shtap it im eatin.”
The jolly soundtrack coming from the movie played across the room as if you two were actually inside the movie, thanks to the surround system his brother Rakuyo had installed as a housewarming gift for when the house was built. The sound of the city-raised main character falling in love with the small-city boy who sold his grandma’s blue-ribbon worthy pies was crisp. And it allllways touched Thatch’s heart, making him have the most dopey, gooey smile on his face.
You both finished your dinner and put the dishes away, then took the party towards the back sunroom (that was decorated with family photos of his large family), with its cozy seating (since it was winter), and ambient lighting. Thatch knew better than to put a ‘big light’ in the room; warm lights were where it was at.
“Ahhhh….so cozyyy,” you sighed out happily now as the large day bed made a ‘pomf’ sound from your descent. “I had such a great time at your dad’s!”
Thatch brought another glass of the same bourbon he had had earlier, and grabbed one of the blankets to lay over your lap while he got comfortable in the corner to rest his back against. “I’m glad sugar! They love when you come over. Well, you and the girls of course, it was nice seeing them too.” He said while taking a sip and opening his legs to let you lay between them.
“It’s felt like forever since I’ve seen them!” You positioned yourself so your back could rest against his chest, and he laid his arm over your lap to let you play with his hand to keep your own hands busy.
You let out a snort which made Thatch chuckle a little and look at you, wondering what you were laughing at. “What’s up?” He gently squished your belly to lightly tickle you and get your attention.
“I’m just remembering what happened with Bouquet and Vista ahaha,” Thatch looked up at the glass ceiling that let the moonlight seep through to recall the events at the party. Truth be told, a bunch of things happened, so it was hard for him to recall exactly the one you were talking about. “What happened? Maybe I was busy in the kitchen.”
You sat up and turned to the side to rest your back against the wall, too, but not before he placed a pillow between you and the wall to keep you warm. You explained what happened.
“No, you were there! This was the night before, You, me, Vista, and Bouquet were all sitting in the living room after dinner and we had couple drinks in us already.” You pulled the blanket over your legs a little more while Thatch listened with open ears, taking your words in, and enjoying his view from where he was sitting down.
“Bouquet and I looked at each other which made you and Vista notice, because she and I started giggling. You two asked what we were planning, and all I said was ‘tag, 1.2.3. not it’, and I ran down the hall– which she said too– and THENN you two caught on, and you said the same thing to Vista, which made him IT.”
“Ohhhh!” he cackled and remembered what transpired that night. “that was such a fun night. Vista is massive, but shit, he’s FAST. Back then, Marco and I would scream for our lives when we’d fuck with him too much and he’d start sprinting after us, hahaha,” he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, recounting those precious moments.
“We did too!! Especially Bouquet, she was running faster than me!! I didn’t know she could run so fast?? OHH!! And then fucking Ace got in our way and tried to block us, but we started pinching him and he moved, the bum. So he started yelling out to Vista that we were over on his side, and once we heard his boots getting closer, we started freaking out and couldn’t decide which hall to take until Pops scooped us up into his office.” Your cheeks warmed at the memory, loving the fact Thatch’s father was looking out for you and your friend and could give his sons a hard time. When you all heard Vista pass by and thought the coast was clear, Pops gave you and her a sweet head-rub and opened the door. He poked his head out to really make sure the coast was clear before you two walked out.
“Alright, little ones, the coast is clear, off you two go-ahhhh stop it!! You two go now before I call Vista over myself!! Enough with your silly behavior!” he grumbled through a rising pink blush as you and Bouquet gave the sweet man some tender cheek smooches as thank you, then scampered off giggling.
“Where-where do you think he went?” your friend whispered in a hushed tone while holding onto your arm.
“Girl. I have no idea, maybe he went after Thatch?” you looked behind you and to the side, making sure you two didn't get ambushed. You both reached the furthest side of the home and grew suspicious when you didn’t hear the loud thumps of Vista’s boots hitting the wooden floor.
“It’s quiet…” you stated.
“Too quiet…” she mumbled.
BAM!!
Instant loud squeals and giggles rumbled through the home as Vista and Thatch launched themselves from the side rooms in the hallways, effectively ambushing you two.
“That’s cheating!!! You two cheated!!” you squirmed and kicked, but it was useless. Thatch was pure Muscle, and you weren’t getting out of his arms unless he allowed it.
“Kyahhh!! Vista!!” Bouquet blushed a crimson shade as her feet dangled and flailed off the ground.
“Vista caught me as soon as you two lost him in the halls somehow and we teamed up to catch you two. We had an idea where you two went, so we just waited for the right opportunity to grab you.”
It was their home after all; they knew every nook and cranny in the place, and knew the best hiding spots for perfect ambush attacks.
After the initial capture, both men decided it was time for some alone time with their prizes; they walked their separate ways to their rooms.
Thatch laughed along with you, recalling the moments that followed after.
Once the laughing fit between you two settled after recalling those silly moments, the lights were turned off and you both lay down completely, gazing at the shining stars and moonlight above. The beautiful part about living in your area was that it was very secluded; there were hardly any neighbors, leaving you both with a lot of privacy, and little to no light pollution. Which was great, because you had grown accustomed to swimming naked in your artificial lake pool in the backyard and star gazing at the clear night sky.
Thatch’s eyes were transfixed on the stars shining up above, a sweet reminiscing smile forming on his lips as he adjusted his hand behind his head, above the pillow. He wrapped his other arm snug around your waist to bring you close and keep you warm. The action made your heart flutter, as if meeting him again for the first time– you loved Thatch so much. He was your friend, your hero, your soulmate. This was the deep-rooted love they based movies off of, where ‘It’ll always be you in any life time’ was brought up a lot.
You rested your head on his pec and brought the blanket up close to you and look at him look at the stars for now. It was very quiet in the room, with only the sounds of the rustling leaves and creaking branches filling the space.
Thatch said your name to get your attention. You looked up and hummed at him, letting him know he had your attention.
“Remember the first time…..” he paused because he started to smile too hard, and had to rub his jaw to relax the muscles, “the first time I brought you to Pop’s Christmas party, and it was your first time meeting everyone?” He stroked your shoulder with his fingers, remembering how things played out.
“Before we got with each other, or…” you recall the many teases and compliments you received that day and felt heat rush to your face, making you hide your face in his side. Thatch rubbed your hip and felt his scar crinkle when he recalled the exact same memories you were going through.
“Haha, yes, before we officially got with each other.” He gave your hip little light pinches with his thumb and forefinger to get you to fluster further, “you were sssoooo cute-ah! I was such a mess around you.” He covered his eyes with his forearm and tilted his head a little back, groaning, but blushing mad.
You stayed silent for a moment, recalling the sweet times you had with him during that party, and nodded, letting him continue his recollection of the events.
“Tell me about it… You always tell it good when you explain it to people.”
He hummed and adjusted the pillow comfortably behind his head and brought you closer to him, covering you well with the blanket. You nuzzled your head onto his meaty chest, and played with chest hair that was poking out from his tank-top.
“I had to trick you into coming. Otherwise you would have came up with soooome type of excuse to not come.”
“You told me we were visiting the area to sight-see and try the spas….” You grumbled with rosy cheeks.
“Well, did we not? Wasn’t a total-total trick. We had a lovely breakfast with some mimosas, making you nice and giggly-my fave– we walked around the park and got some fruit to munch on while looking at the art installations scattered around, then, once the fruit had settled,” he shifted to his side, letting you use the pillow he was using for yourself, while he rested. His head was on his propped-up hand, and he tucked some loose hair behind your ear, “We hit the spa for a good 4 hours.”
Your skin tingled, remembering the firm, slick hands massaging your muscles to goo, applying all types of earthy smelling cremes and serums on your face. They did such a thorough job that you didn’t know it was over until Thatch woke you up with some soft quick peppery kisses on your cheek and scratches to your scalp till you stirred.
“Mmm yeah, that place…we need to go back to that place, or at the very least find one here like them.”
Thatch let out a snort and continued getting to the good part. “ A-and then, haha…and then I told you I had to pick something up from my dad’s spot really quick; a Christmas gift, and told you it wouldn’t take long.”
You shot him a pouty glare. He pinched your cheek and shook it a little.
“We get to his spot, and he’s already walking towards the car before I can turn it off, and-” Thatch didn’t get to finish the statement because you shot right up, sitting cross-legged with wild hand gestures, and picked up the story from there:
“AND THEN HE YELLS OVER– don’t tell him I copied his voice– ‘Son! Welcome home!’” Thatch nearly toppled you over when he playfully shoved your shoulder at the imitation, and barking a laugh while you continued with your adrenaline-filled recall.
‘We’ve been waiting for you, is this the young lady you’ve been telling us about? Bring her in already!’” He was cackling at this point, because you swung your arm as wide as you could mimicking Pop’s large arm beckoning you two over– ‘Your brothers and I are dying to meet her!’” You curled into yourself, letting out a tea-kettle like scream, absolutely flustered recalling the time. Thatch gave a toothy amused grin while he sipped his bourbon. “You told them about me!! They wanted to meet me!!”
“How could I NOT tell them about you?” He lifted his glass as if hearing you tell him the craziest news. “You’re amazing, honey.” He took another sip and then continued, “As soon as they heard about how you, the really attractive, adorable, and hyper-independent woman who can carry the world on her shoulders but melt at someee,” he used his hand that was being used to support his head to wiggle some fingers at you.
“WAH! Stop it!!” you hissed and put your hands up defensively. He placed it back under his head and chuckled. “Hehe, well when I told them about the possible love of my life, they immediately wanted you to come over to get a look at you, but I knew that’d be too much for you.” Your face burned hearing him compliment you, which made you nuzzle into this chest to hide your face, allowing him to give you soothing back rubs.
“So I told them I’d bring you for the family Christmas party instead-which, was still a lot but! It was Christmas eve, what’s a better time to meet the family than Christmas eve!”
He nearly did a face palm over his eyes when he remembered how insanely nervous you were at the time, making him laugh, a laugh you were sure could cure chronic depression. You looked up at him with a sour pout, because you knew that reaction was because of something you did that he remembered.
“Hah! You were so nervous! It was so cute!”
“BECAUSE YOU TRICKED ME!!”
“You would have said no if I told you upfront!” he guffawed at you and gave you a pointed finger with the hand that held his glass, “Tell me I’m wrong, go ahead,” he pulled his drink back with a cocked eyebrow, expecting you to lie to him.
You only pursed your lip into a tight smile and let him continue his story.
Thatch’s voice always brought reactions out of you, and when he made good points, oooh, it was so flustering!! His voice was so warm and comforting to your ears, you could hear him talk about cooking measurements or hear him go over the history of canned ham, and still be entranced.
He picked up the story.
His father had placed a firm familiar pat on your shoulder and the same on Thatch when he escorted you two to the home.
Mr. Edward was very intimidating to you; he was humungous in comparison to you and looked like he could crush you with just his thumb. You weren’t prepared to meet him! Not even a little. You had only been getting to know Thatch for a good 4 months at the time, and while you did feel a great connection with him, you didn’t feel ready to meet his family yet, you two weren’t even an official thing-thing yet!!
Your mind was plagued with doubtful thoughts about yourself. Were you enough. Were you what they had wanted for Thatch. Would they treat you fine, even if you weren’t his official girlfriend…yet. These thoughts played over and over any time he mentioned introducing you to his brothers or Dad.
Your heart was thumping through your chest as soon as you entered the threshold, scents of delicious foods danced in the air around the home, and in the next room up ahead was booming music and laughter. It sounded like a big family.
Pops offered to take your coat, which you refused at first because you weren’t exactly wearing ‘Christmas party’ clothes. Especially clothes to meet his family for the first time, but he assured you that what you were wearing was just darling. He was surprisingly very kind and had great manners, you can see where Thatch gets it from.
“And please, call me Pops, Mr. Edwards makes me sound old! GUARARA!” Your chest shook with how deep his laugh resonated in the space you were in and you felt your face flush. You gave him a shy smile and nodded; you weren’t going to deny the man.
“Yes si-I mean Pops. Yyyes..Pops.” You said it just a little quieter at the end and couldn’t meet his eyes. Thatch caught up with you after getting some stuff from the trunk that you didn’t see before you two headed up to this neck of the woods. He had various gifts wrapped in lovely wrapping paper; the man can not only tie a roast, but he can wrap a box like a pro.
“Ready to meet my brothers? I swear it won’t be as bad as you think it’ll be, they’re loud and rowdy but-” Thatch was interrupted by his father who chimed in.
“But they’ll be on their best behavior with you, I assure you! You’ll be fine, young lady. Go on ahead without me, you two– I’ll put your coats away and catch up later.”
Thatch was looking up at the hallway walls, decorated with various picture frames of him and his family down the years– his mind wandered off for a minute or so, reliving some of the memories until he looked down and noticed you– you were pinching and twisting your knuckles’ skin, a nervous habit you have. He stopped for a moment in the dimly lit sitting space tucked in the hallway wall, and gently lifted your hand to his lips, planting sweet kisses to your knuckles as he looked you in the eyes. “it’ll be fine, I promise,” he assured.
“It’s just, what if-”
“Trust me. They’ll take one look at you and see what I see–” he cupped your cheek and gave you a sweet, comforting smile, “–a beautiful, intelligent, and strong woman.” His emerald green eyes reflected the wall lamps, giving him such a dreamy look. You felt yourself wanting to lean in to kiss him, and it looked like he wanted to do the same with the way his eyelids were dropping slightly.
“…Yeah?” You whispered.
“Yes,” He declared.
Gravity was pulling you two close to each other, inch by inch– maybe a super quick make out session would be the key to loosen your nerves. You two were about to go for it, until someone loud and excited yelled out–
“THATCH!!! WHAT’S UP BROTHER!!” A beaming, raven-haired, freckled man boomed out as he jump-tackled Thatch. Following close behind was a blonde man who leisurely walked over with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed expression laying on his face.
“Thatch! Glad you made it,” The blonde man gave his brother a firm hug and back pat, then turned to look at you with a calm, comforting smile.
“Ah, nice to meet you. I’m Marco, you must be Thatch’s-”
“Friend! Ahaha I-I’m his friend. Very nice to meet you Marco,” you shakily extended your hand out, which he took in his with a small chuckle at your flustered state. He knew your guys’ status and was going to say ‘friend’, but he couldn’t help but find you cute already.
A second hand reached from behind you to gently tap your shoulder, making you jolt and turn quick to see another man standing in front of you. He was tall and lean, and he had the most beautiful, jet-black, silky hair you’d ever seen.
He extended his hand out first and introduced himself: “Hello, welcome to our home. My name is Izou.” He had deep red lipstick painting his lips, and out of all of the guys here, he was the best-dressed, making you feel a little more insecure about your own outfit.
Izou must have read your mind because his painted lips curled into a kind smile, and he said: “I must say, my brother sure knows how to pick the pretty ones.” His hand lifted yours to his lips and he laid a soft kiss to the back of your hand, leaving a small print. You weren’t expecting that at all and couldn’t help your expression, which was you standing there with your eyebrows lifted and a blush seeping into your skin.
“Alright, alright! Give the woman some space, you lot. C’mon deary, let’s leave them to trip over themselves in the hall, I’ll take you to where the party is at!” This man was larger than all the guys combined, making you crane your neck to look at him; he was smoking a cigar and had the voice of a pirate. Deep and gravely. “The name’s Fossa, sweetheart. If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, you just give me a holler and,” he stopped to look at you, “I’LL GIVE EM ONE OF THESE!” he bellowed out, flexing his large biceps.
You couldn’t help but giggle at his theatrics, and gave him a nod and hum. He guided you by the small of your back and took you to the main party room where everyone was gathered. He kept his hand behind your back and felt you trying to back out, but he pushed on and cleared his throat, then raised his hand slightly to get everyone’s attention to settle down for a moment.
The music lowered to a soft hum, leaving just the sounds of ice clinking against glasses, residual laughter from hearing stories about their travels bouncing about, and the steps of Thatch, Ace, Marco, and Izou walking up the hardwood floor to reach you two. Thatch joined you at your side and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in a little. He cleared his throat too to get everyone’s attention, then spoke clear and loud to reach everyone’s ears.
“Hi everyone!! Good to be back! Only this tiiiime,” he shook your shoulder a bit (and you felt like you were going to barf because of all the eyes looking right at you, but you stayed strong and gave everyone the best radiant smile you could muster through your burning cheeks), “I’ve brought my friend!”
You’re aware that you are his friend-err well, a little more than his friend after these 4 months but hearing it come from his mouth stirs something inside you. Was it sadness? Frustration? Yearning?
Your train of thoughts were interrupted when you hear a few snickers around you after he called you his friend. The thought of being laughed at for being lesser than messes you up like no other and you want to turn around and leave and hide under a rock but you feel a warm presence at your other side while Thatch continue to introduce you. The freckled young man from earlier steps in and slings a rough arm around your shoulder and shoots you a confident smile.
He leans in a little close to speak in your ear “don’t worry, they’re not laughing at you they’re just pretty shit faced right now. No one’s going to treat you that way here.”
That was so sweet. You pretended not to know what he was talking about and tilted your head at him with a puzzled look on your face but he just smiled and decided his brother’s welcoming speech should come to an end.
“Ohhh my gosh, dude we get it! She’s really cool, and really smart, and really pretty. Come on everyone wants to meet her already!” He turns you to face him and extends his hand out with a smile that not even the sun could compare to. “I’m Ace! Nice to meet you, I’m Thatch’s favorite brother,” his laughter made his hair bounce which in turn put you at ease.
You gave him your name and then remembered you had an audience and turned to face the crowd to say it was very nice to meet them and gave a polite wave. They all raised their glass and greeted you like you were one of them; they radiated a happy family, and you felt yourself about to tear from the love that was bouncing amongst each other until Ace swept you away and took you to the buffet table.
“Sorry bro, you’ve had your time with her. It’s ours now!”
Thatch was about to say something and reach for you until his sisters dragged him to the back of the room to rip every detail out of him on how you two met and where he’s BEEN taking you to.
“Here! Try this,” Ace has a fork twirled with delicious creamy pasta that was threatening to spill onto the very nice cherry redwood floors, “hurry before it spills!”
You quickly reached for the fork in his hand but he pulled it back tsking his tongue “ah ah, its fine. Thatch told us you’re a little picky so I’ll help broaden your horizon tonight,” he gave an easy wink and inched the fork closer to your mouth with his hand under to protect your clothes from getting any crème sauce on it. “C’mon open up!”
Ace’s energy was too great for you to refuse and you wrap your lips around the fork then took half a step back to taste the flavors.
“Holy shit. This is fucking delicious-OH!! My bad, I’m sorry ahaha.” This was your first time meeting family, you didn’t want them to get a bad first impression by speaking like a sailor in front of them and blushed red.
Ace laughed heartily and waved you off “nah, don’t worry about it! Haha stay long enough and you’re going to learn a new vocabulary of curses.” He scanned the table once more deciding what else he was going to feed you then perked up at the roast still sizzling on the pan and picked up a nice chunk for you. He placed his other hand under the hand that was holding the fork to catch any juices that may drip off “open wide!” his grin widened as the fork drew closer and before it could touch your lip Thatch bent forward and took a bite himself.
“Mmmm delish, Fossa killed it. Now if you’ll excuse us,” Thatch plants his hands on your shoulders giving them a nice squeeze and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have said it felt a little possessive considering he pulled you back a little to his chest. “Now if you’ll excuse us LITTLE bro,” he whisks you away while the boy pouts at his short time with you.
You two walked towards the back of the home and headed towards the den where some of his brothers were relaxing. He knew this would be more your speed as the noise wasn’t too loud and there was a soft place to sit “I’m going to introduce you to some of my brothers, you actually met them earlier in the hall.”
Through the large wooden double doors you two entered and saw Marco, Izou, and his brother Rakuyo sitting inside the conversation pit chatting it up and laughing over some drinks.
Rakuyo noticed you two first and raised a glass at your direction as a hello and gave you a bright smile. His eyeliner was flawless and he had the most beautiful locs put up in an intricate do, he stood up and introduced himself and helped you step down into the pit by holding your hand to help support you. Marco and Izou scooted a little to the side to allow you and Thatch some space to sit comfortably.
Thatch sits just a bit closer to you having his thigh press up against you which you don’t mind one but. The conversations roll easy and it’s a relaxing time to laugh and exchange stories with them, they had plenty of stories involving Thatch which you’ve never heard before and eat them up.
“He did NOT!!” you laughed out in shock at what Marco was just telling you.
“He did. He was so shit face that night that we couldn’t find him till the next day sleeping next to a cow in his boxers,” Marco sipped on his drink grinning behind the rim at the physical reactions this was bringing out of Thatch who’s beet red from all the stories that were exchanged.
“Ah, don’t forget that he was hugging the cow’s calf like a teddy bear,” Izou laughed to himself resting his head on his hand while swirling his drink in his other looking absolutely pleased with himself.
You couldn’t help but laugh to tears at the thought of Thatch doing these things and it’s like the whole room goes quiet just to hear your laugh, they’re relieved you finally loosened up. There’s a blanket of warmth that settles into the room now while the fire continues to crackle.
Rakuyo calls out to Thatch who’s too busy smiling like a fool from watching you wipe your tears but he acknowledges his brother with a hum. Marco can’t help but smile and look at Izou who’s looking at the same thing he is.
“How long has she been your girlfriend now?” obviously he must have not been there for the introduction portion as he was too busy starting up the fire.
The question took both of you by surprise. More you as you straightened up super quick with your eyes going wide and cheeks warming up.
“Im not uhm-I’m just his frie-,” you sputtered out pointing to Thatch and yourself with your thumb trying to get the words out of your throat.
“Smooth, Rakuyo,” Izou dryly mumbled under his breath while taking a sip.
“What! I’m just asking! They look so cute together, can’t blame a man for being curious.”
You were nearly about to bite your tongue until you felt a warm hand on yours while Thatch took over the conversation, you relaxed your shoulders from your ears. “Haven’t had the honor to ask her yet honestly. We’ve just been having too much fun that-”
Present time
You held your face, feeling flustered the same way you did that day and shot your head back “AHHHHH OH MY GOODNESS I WAS SO SHOCKED, I WAS SO SO-GAHHHH”
Thatch laughed and patted your knee finding you adorable “you were SO incredibly shy during that time ahaha I loved you so much at that point I had to force myself not to squeeze you in my arms.”
“He just went ahead and asked and I was so freakin nervous around your family! They were super duper nice though, I love them so much.” Thatch brought you back in to give you a noogie and tease you some more making you giggle and kick about.
“Gahh stahp it, continue the story already,” you huffed and bit his forearm.
He reached his hand over and squished your cheeks to make your lips pucker, and he smooched them firmly until you started bapping at his shoulder so you could breathe.
The story resumes…
“We’ve just been having too much fun that I forget technically we’re not really…” He looked at you, studying the curve of your face, the glow in your eyes from the fire, your sweet lips he’s had the privilege of kissing. “... We’re not really…..Well, not yet?” Thatch suddenly felt cold, despite the warm atmosphere in the room, and didn’t want ‘this’ to last a second longer. He wanted you. Needed you. After seeing you enjoy yourself with his family, he couldn’t picture a future without you. His sisters’ voices filled his head, telling him he should make a move today, that he needed to! It’s been 4 months! To hell with the slow crap, as they say; Pops saw, his brothers saw, everyone saw just how happy he was standing next to you. So he decided to make the move.
You felt your chest tighten, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. The leather of the couch you were sitting on squeaked as Thatch stood, and gently took your hand to help you rise with him.
“Excuse us guys, we’ll be right back.”
Your face burned as you two walked out the room, hearing his brothers give their words of encouragement to the both of you.
Thatch had silently led you to the snowy backyard after giving you one of his thicker coats to put on. The outside was silent in comparison to inside the home, as all the snow around you absorbed any noise that was being made. The only noise filling your ears were your crunchy footsteps and your heart beating a hundred miles a minute. He took you to the lit-up gazebo that was surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges, near the little turtle pond, still holding your hand. And once you two were standing in the middle of the gazebo, hand in hand, he let out a nervous, shaky sigh. You were about to ask him what was up; you had an idea, but you didn’t dare voice it out.
Did his brothers help him realize you weren’t the one he wanted after all? Did his sisters tell him something, and now he’s second-guessing everything? Was he regretting bringing you over after all?
Your chest was slowly starting to cave in on itself, until you looked up at him and the world stopped. His green eyes were looking straight into your soul and sparkled with mirth that was only there because of you. His expression radiated devotion and adoration for you as he smiled softly, but you saw that he was biting his lip a little trying to contain something. He brought your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles, then kept your hands still in his as he started to speak.
Your name coming from his mouth made your skin tingle. “I…I know you said you wanted to take this slow. To see where it’d go, I know you were very adamant about that in the beginning, but-” he squeezed your hands just a little tighter. “I know deep in my heart I want you. I want you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re all I think about, you’re all I see. When I’m home, when I’m at work, even when I’m doing small things like kneading dough, I think of you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, which made you scoff and smack his shoulder with a laugh as you told him to shut up.
“Sweetheart I….” Thatch wanted this to be perfect for you. He knew your background with relationships, and really wanted to change your views on it; he felt like he’d been doing a great job so far, but, he wanted you to be his; he couldn’t take it anymore.
He got down on one knee in front of you.
“Thatch!! What are you..” You weren’t expecting this; your face burned and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, but he hushed you by giving your hands a squeeze.
“Honey, I’ve had such an amazing time with you. You’re kind, genuine, intelligent, you have this aura around you that I can’t get enough of. It’s comforting. You’re comforting to be around, you always cheer me on, and I trust you with my heart. If I could somehow take my heart out and give it to you, I would. What I’m trying to say is, I trust you, I want you, I love you.” He said your name once more, to bring you back to planet Earth. “will you please, do me the honor, allow me the PRIVILEGE having you as my girlfriend. I’ll take such great care of yo-”
“YES.” You sobbed out as you threw yourself on him, unable to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes while he poured his heart out to you. “A MILLION TIMES YES,” you hiccupped. You clung to him and wrapped your arms around his head, holding him close to your chest, sniffling and softly sobbing over him.
“I’ve…. Since the first date, I wanted to be official with you. I hadn’t talked to anyone else, I didn’t want to talk to anyone else! It was you who I was always thinking about. I was so scared of the feeling, I was scared that if I brought anything up, you would shut me down and le– MM-!” Your teary confession was abruptly stopped when he pulled you down to him and silenced you with a long, tender kiss while holding your face; a stray tear left his eye.
“I love you,” the words trembled out when he leaned back from the kiss.
“I love you too, sugar.” He gave you a confident, teary smile, and touched your forehead with his. “... Oh! I have something for you, actually,” he started to dig in his coat pocket.
“This has more meaning now that it’s official.” He pulled out a small package that was crumpled up, but it didn’t matter to you; you’d be grateful for a boiled egg if he presented it to you.
“Merry Christmas my love, I hope you like it.” He was buzzing with nerves handing you the gift.
“I’m sure I will…” You unwrapped the wrapping paper and opened the bag– You gasped too hard and nearly choked on your saliva.
“THATCH, OH MY GOSH, WHAT?? WHAT!!! HOW! THESE ARE SO CUTEAHHHHHH LOOK AT EM!! THEY’RE US!!! AHHHHH!!!” You jumped up and down, holding onto two hand-made plushies of a teddy bear, with a pompadour and little chef’s uniform, and a raccoon, with your hair and favorite lounge outfit you frequently sport at home.
You sobbed all over again and dropped to your knees, holding them up because they were now your prized possessions. Thatch let you let it all out, then started to pick you up off the ground because the ground was cold.
Thatch’s heart grew ten times in size, and he felt like the luckiest man on the planet.
“Let’s go inside, honey; it’s freezing out here, and I’m sure everyone is starting to wonder where we snuck off to.” He fixed your clothes and rubbed your back, leading you back to the home. He chuckled to himself watching you rub your face on the plushies.
“Who made them?? They’re soooo cute!” You looked up with a bright smile, and shook the plushies a little at him.
His shoulders jolted and his ears started to go a little red when he looked the other way “Oh, uh… It was me. I made them…That’s why they look a little wonky…”
“You did amazing!!!” Your voice went squeaky as you complimented his work, loudly going over how adorable they looked and how they meant even more to you now.
“I’m so happy you love them, they have little magn-” he was cut off by your loud, joyous scream.
“THEY HAVE MAGNETS IN THEIR HANDS TO HOLD? YOU MADE IT SO THEY CAN HOLD HANDS??” You were going to sob again, but you two finally reached the backyard’s door; you composed yourself as best as you could, wiping off the tears.
As soon as the doors opened and you two walked in, a blast of whistles and cheers hit you both, startling you and making you nearly drop your gift. Thatch steadied you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder and tucked you close, with the smile of a man who’s won the world’s lottery.
“Everyone, I’d like you to meet–” he tightened his grip on you a little more to keep you from hiding behind him– “my amazing, most lovely girlfriend! ♡”
All of his sisters squeed and ran towards you, giving you a giant hug: “WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!”
All of his older brothers raised a glass at their brother, and cheering for him and his new woman.
Then, Pops showed up. Everyone stepped to the side to allow him a clear walk towards you two. They were silent, waiting to hear what their father was going to say. He took a good look at you, then at his son, and saw just how in love the two of you were, which made him smile. He cupped both yours and Thatch’s faces. “I’m very happy for you two. You picked a good one, son.” He then looked at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “And you, little one, we’re very happy to have you be a part of the family. Welcome aboard.”
You sobbed again.
You squeed into your lover’s chest and kicked your feet, recalling the feelings from that moment which warmed his heart, and he started rubbing your back after finishing his story.
“It was the second most best day of my life. And I’m so happy to have many more with you, my love,” he sealed his statement with a kiss to your lips.
You both sighed out happily and basked in the warm fuzzies that radiated in both your hearts. The cool night air was making the trees around your property sway and dance, the moon was high up in the sky now. You both looked at each other with so much adoration; you knew that what you two had was special. A once-in-a-lifetime love that only few on this planet could ever experience, and you were SO happy you were one of them.
Suddenly, you remembered something. You had a gift for Thatch you had been wanting to give him in private, but hadn’t had the chance while being at his father’s place. There were too many eyes, and you wanted this to just be and you-and-him thing.
“C’mon, let's go to the bedroom, I want to give you something!” You wrapped the blanket like a cloak around yourself and raced up the stairs, making Thatch laugh as he lightly jogged behind you.
“Oooo what is it! What is it!” He called out.
Once there, you rummaged through your things, pulling out a thin, flat box, and had him sit down on the bed.
“I…I’ve been working on this for a while now, I wanted it to be perfect for you. I put my heart, sweat, and tears into this.” You finally looked at him in the eye as you finished your little statement, then handed it to him.
He gave you a sweet smooch. “Thank you Honey, I’m sure I’ll love it. I love anything you give me.” He got comfortable on the bed, sitting cross-legged, and patted the space next to him for you to sit next to him.
“Oookay let’s see…Open…Oh, it’s a poster? Hmm hmm hmm…” A soft gasp left his mouth as he took the gift out of its sleeve and his jaw slightly dropped. He instantly covered his mouth after his breath hitched, feeling hot tears start to well up and his throat tighten.
He was holding a hand-painted drawing of him and you, surrounded by his family and father, looking happy as ever. You had to bite your lip as it threatened to wobble, seeing the emotional reaction your lover was having to your gift.
Your name softly trembled out of his lips as he turned to look at you with fresh tears trailing down his cheeks. He gently placed the painting on the nightstand, and tackled you into a tight hug.
“It’s beautiful! It’s amazing! It’s–” he hiccuped, “I love it so much– thank you baby! Thank you!” Thatch was a softie through and through, and it was one of the many things you loved about him. He was as sweet as raw sugar and soft as feathers, but when he needed to be hard and strong, he delivered.
You couldn’t help but tear up as well; you wrapped your hands around him and let him cry it out.
“Of course Thatch. I’m super happy you like it, I even got a nice frame to put it in-wow. Why didn’t I just put the painting in the fra-MMPH!”
Thatch silenced you with a kiss, then peppered your face in softer ones, not stopping until he heard your giggle.
“You. Are So.thoughtful!!” A kiss for each word. “I’m the luckiest man in the world!!” he pressed the mattresses rapidly, making you jump and shake, causing you both to laugh.
Before you could respond, he started groping your body and planting hot kisses on your neck, pulling a surprised gasp from you that melted into sweet moans. Your nails found his shoulders and dug right into them.
“Mmmm….sugarr…”
“Hahhh….hnng Thatch!”
He started to get you out of your pajamas, and kiss up your belly to your breasts.
“Let me give you MY gift…we’re in bed now.”
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The remainder of the night ended in sweet, heated, passionate love making. Souls combining into one another, unsaid vows that only the universe could hear. The night was still young, and you two had a lot more catching up to do after being deprived of this for so long.
While you two were finally slowly drifting off to sleep after everything, you plucked your sleeping partners from their mini personal gazebo up on the shelf and snuggled, with teddy-Thatch in your arms and he with little racoon-you in his. The plushies snuggled in with you both as you two got close, thanks to Thatch pulling you into this chest. He pulled up the blankets, gave you one last kiss, and said his goodnight.
“Goodnight….sweet dreams, my love.” He murmured.
“Goodnight, sweet dreams, Babe.” you replied as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
FIN.
Note: His first most best day was when he proposed to you in that very same gazebo. (You teased that he didn't think him asking you out was the first and he rebutted that with "the proposal sealed the deal though. And you had nothing to say to that but squeak and huff)
A very very fun collab with and for @bouquet-bride and friends:
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@jk--47 Her part for meee
@razzledazzleelderberry Her part for our lovely Hannah
Snow drifted everywhere slowly, soft, like the sky was shedding feathers down on them. The Moby had been moored on this winter island for several days now, long enough to see the entire ship blanketed under a thick coat of glittering frost. They weren’t expected to leave anytime soon; they had sailed too close to shore during the last blizzard, and the ship had become firmly frozen in place.
But if they were trapped, it was the gentlest sort of captivity. They had food, fuel, warmth, everything necessary for waiting out in comfort. And when Pops declared that a Christmas party was in order, everyone agreed, wholeheartedly.
The door of the main hall closed behind them with a soft thump, and suddenly the noisy, rowdy Christmas party was nothing more than muffled background sounds. When they stepped out onto the deck, a gentle swirl of frosty air greeted them, carrying with it the cold yet sweet scent of pine.
Marco snorted softly the moment the door shut, lifting a hand to wipe at the faint smear of whipped cream that still lingered near his jaw. “Yoi… I swear, Thatch is a menace.”
You blinked up at him, then laughed, quiet and fond. “You were absolutely minding your business when you got caught in that.”
“I was,” he said, mock-solemn. “All I wanted was a refill for my wife. And what do I get? assaulted.”
You smiled at the word wife, reaching up to brush your thumb lightly over his cheek where a bit of cream had escaped his earlier efforts. “At least it was festive?”
Marco hummed.
Still smiling, they drifted to the railing, leaning into its cold wood. Snowflakes gathered on your lashes; you wrapped your arms around youself in a futile attempt at warmth.
“This is nice,” you admitted, breath puffing white. “But I’ll be glad when we thaw out enough to leave.”
Before another shiver could take you, Marco stepped in behind you, folding your into his jacket and pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. Heat radiated from him like a fire.
“How are you so warm even though your ‘flames of revival’ aren’t?” you asked.
“I’m hot-natured,” he said with a lazy shrug. “’twas like this long before the fruit.”
“Must be nice,” you muttered, snuggling closer despite youself. your eyes drifted out over the frozen sea. “It feels like we’re standing inside a snow globe.”
Marco’s chuckle rumbled pleasantly against your back. “Can’t wait to see your pretty snow globes tonight.”
Your face went pink immediately, matching the red holiday lights strung along the Moby Dick’s railings. You covered your cheeks with your hands, groaning softly.
“Marcoooo…” you muttered through your fingers. “Why are you like this?”
He only chuckled, warm and unbothered, and pulled your tightly to him. “Because it’s fun to see you flustered, yoi.”
“That was so bad,” you complained, though your voice cracked with a smile.
You elbowed him lightly or at least, your version of lightly, which for most people onboard would’ve required medical attention. Marco only laughed again and hugged your tighter, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Don’t say things like that out here,” you whispered, still red. “Someone might hear.”
“Everyone else is still inside, drunk and shouting carols,” he reasoned. “Besides—” He nuzzled just behind your ear, sending a warm shiver through you. “It’s just us out here. And you look cute when you blush.”
“I’m not blushing, my face is cold,” you protested weakly.
“You are,” he said. “Beautifully.”
For a long moment, neither of them said anything. The deck creaked softly beneath them; the distant singing from the hall rose and fell like a tide. Snowflakes drifted lazily through the glow of the ship’s holiday lights, catching in You’s hair like tiny stars.
“C’mere,” he murmured, sliding one hand down to take yous.
Before you could question it, he stepped back just enough to face you, keeping your fingers laced with his. His other hand settled lightly at your waist. It took a heartbeat to understand what he was doing.
“…Marco,” you said, staring up at him with wide, pink cheeks. “Are you trying to dance with me?”
“Hm? Trying?” His smile tilted, smug and so incredibly fond. “I’m succeeding.”
The deck was quiet, coated in soft snow; the wind hummed low and gentle around them. The music coming from the main hall was offkey and not at all romantic but Marco swayed with your anyways like they were alone in another world entirely.
You placed your free hand on his shoulder, letting him guide your in a slow turn. The snowflakes spun with them, glowing under the warm holiday lights.
The cold nipped at your exposed bits of skin, but wrapped in Marco’s arms, you felt insulated from winter entirely. Each step traced gentle circles across the deck, their footprints the only disturbance in the snow. You leaned in, forehead brushing his chest.
Marco’s hand stroked your back in slow, soothing arcs. “You know,” he murmured, “my cabin’s a lot warmer than out here.”
You tilted your head up at him. “Is that so?”
Marco’s cabin door clicked shut behind them. The fire crackled softly in the lit fireplace. Marco shook the snow from his shoulders, then crossed the small space to tug a large, ridiculously soft blanket from the bed. He gave it a dramatic shake, sending a few stray flakes drifting to the floor.
“Come here, yoi,” he said.
You stepped toward him, and Marco draped the blanket over both of them before pulling your into his chest. It was like stepping into a pocket of heat. you sighed, settling against him, letting the blanket and his steady warmth swallow your whole.
Marco brushed a loose strand of hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering there, warm and unhurried.
“Do you want some hot tea or coco?” he asked.
“No,” you said softly. “I’m good right here.”
Marco’s hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin with care, like he was holding the most precious thing in the world.
You leaned into him before you even realized you was moving.
After a moment, Marco shifted, glancing toward the fireplace built into the far wall of the cabin, its embers still glowing softly. “C’mere. I’ve got an idea.”
He guided your down to the floor, grabbing extra pillows from the bed and the couch and piling them together in front of the fire. He layered blankets over the top, tucking the edges in like he was building a nest.
He settled down into the pillow bed, the fire casting warm light across the cabin. You curled against him, your legs tangled, your head resting against his chest. The fire crackled softly, a steady, comforting sound.
Marco kissed you again, slower at first, then deeper, as if he were savoring the moment. Trying to prolong it. One hand slid into your hair, fingers threading through the strands as he drew your closer. You leaned fully into him, your heart racing, the world around them fading until there was only the warmth between them.
A quiet sound escaped him a soft, breathless moan and he closed his eyes, resting his forehead briefly against hers as though grounding himself.
He drew closer, fabric slipped away, unimportant now, forgotten in the hush between breaths. You leaned into him as his attention traveled slowly, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Time stretched.
His lips brushed along the curve of your hip, a teasing contrast against your chilled skin, sending a shiver through you. He lingered there for a moment, unhurried, as though memorizing every breath you took.
He settled against the makeshift nest cradling both of you and pressed a light kiss to your stomach. The air between you felt charged, heavy with anticipation, and he paused and licked lightly. Almost tickling.
You let out a gasp as he ascended lower, and immediately nuzzled into your mound's downy softness, pressing his cheek and facial hair against you as if he were attempting to mark you as his own.
Marco moved slowly along your velvet folds, each lick offering a taste of your sweetness. With a practiced touch, his fingers pistoned in and out you. You came quickly on his daft fingers.
After licking up every last drop, he settled beside you, reclining against a tower of pillows. A drowsy, satisfied smile curves across his mouth. “I’ll never get over how good you taste,” he murmurs as he pulls you in to snug embrace.
The crew docked at a winter island and discovered a new tradition there, one that could lead to very happy results...
notes: sfw ♡ fluff ♡ getting together
The crew hears about the tradition from the town's mayor, something about good luck for couples, for the community, something to warm the heart and body through the brutal months of deep winter. It makes for a pretty decoration, the green branches glossy and tied in a beautiful red ribbon of satin silk, and if they can have fun with it back on the ship, all the better.
Vista catches them hanging it up and when Izou explains the tradition, the swordsman knows it spells trouble for him. Ever since he’d drunkenly declared his love for you a few weeks back, late at night while downing spiced whiskey with his brothers, they’d decided the match simply had to happen. It was only after repeated and very serious threats of mischief and violence that Vista had managed to get them to swear they wouldn’t bring Pops into it.
Of course the prospect of keeping you on board permanently made everyone happy. As it was right now, you would leave them once you reached your destination, their obligations to you fulfilled when you were delivered safely. Who knew a favor for your old friend Jinbei would lead to such a situation…
Izou smirks at Vista’s weary glare and pats his shoulder.
“Now, now. It’s just a fun tradition. Look, family can partake as well!”
Jiru and Haruta pretend to run into each other under the mistletoe, demonstrating the custom to the rest of the crew with a warm brotherly embrace.
“You can decide how you want to approach her once we get you both under there,” the samurai explains with a sharp grin. “Be a man and kiss her properly, or be a coward and simply hug her.”
“You little-”
“Hey, now. Respect the holiday spirit. No need to be mean.”
“You just called me a coward!” Vista fumes.
“I would never!”
Izou laughs as he walks away, leaving his brother to angrily contemplate the pretty little plant. Why everyone was so convinced you’d receive his advances positively, Vista had no idea. Sure, you always appreciated his gifts of flowers and never rebuffed his attempts at conversation, but that did not mean you were open to anything romantic on his part.
“You’re overthinking it again,” Rakuyo snickers, his hand clapped a little too tightly over Vista’s shoulder.
“Mhm,” Fossa agrees, catching the swordsman’s other shoulder and effectively caging him in. “Definitely no need to think so hard.”
“This is a delicate situation-” Vista tries to argue, ready to shove them both off.
“Nope. Very simple.”
“Just think about it this way,” Rakuyo explains quietly, cocking his head to give Vista a mischievous look. “If you do it right, she’ll be so happy. Trust us on that.”
“I really don’t see why-”
“Trust us,” Fossa grumbles.
“But if you don’t,” Rakuyo continues, “she’ll be soooo disappointed… Picture that, hm? Her sad little crestfallen face, big wet eyes and pouting lips, wondering why you’re so fucking stupid-”
“Hey!”
“Dense,” Fossa adds.
“Very dense,” Rakuyo snickers, his attention going back to the mess hall’s doors.
Vista tenses up when he sees Izou leading you in, his hands over your eyes, the two of you smiling as the samurai promises you’ll like the surprise they prepared for you.
“Think about it real hard, and think fast,” Fossa whispers.
“Have we ever mislead you?” Rakuyo asks. “Trust your older brothers, idiot.”
They shove him forward just as Izou places you under the mistletoe and tilts your head upwards. Your hands blindly reach ahead of you and Vista reflexively catches them to help you steady yourself as you stumble a little.
“Oop, sorry!” you giggle, still blindfolded by Izou’s hands.
Vista swallows thickly but doesn’t reply. No way out now, he figures.
“You said you knew a few things about winter customs, right?” Izou asks you.
“Uh, yeah, sure!”
“Well,” he continues, slowly uncovering your eyes. “Do you know this one?”
Your pretty eyes blink open and search around the ceiling a bit before finding the ribbon-adorned mistletoe. You smile wide and laugh happily, still not releasing Vista’s hands as they steady you.
“Of course I- do, oh,” your voice goes a little quieter when you finally see it’s him holding you, your happy smile mellowing out to a more shy expression as a soft blush dusts your cheeks.
Vista smiles at you, thumbs brushing over your knuckles. He doesn’t have a lot of time to make up his mind, but deep down he knows Rakuyo is right. He’d much rather see you look uncomfortable than teary-eyed.
His heart is hammering in his chest when Vista pulls you in a little closer, taking a step towards you and a deep breath, trying to act far more composed than he feels.
“Then, if you’ll allow me,” he says softly, bending down to your level, “I do believe I owe you a kiss.”
You look like you’re expecting a cheek kiss, but when you realize he’s aiming for your lips, your eyes widen a bit and your lips part with a soft gasp, further encouraging Vista to finally go for it. The first press of his lips on yours is gentle and tentative and so sweet that the swordsman has to immediately give you a second kiss, slightly more confident this time, angling his head a little to get even closer to you.
Vista feels you smile when his brothers loudly cheer around you, clapping and whistles echoing in the mess hall. Your smaller hands tighten around his and he smiles too, so much that he has to break the kiss.
“YEAH! There you go!” Rakuyo yells excitedly.
You’re blushing and laughing too, leaning against your joined hands, so happy your eyes are sparkling, and despite his uncontrollable grin Vista simply has to kiss you again.
“Happy holidays,” he whispers to you once you break apart again.
“Happy holidays,” you reply, barely audible over the joyful chaos surrounding you.
Things get even louder when Pops walks in, the curious look on his face quickly replaced by elation as soon as he sees Vista and you.
“About damn time!” the captain yells, prompting another round of cheers and raucous laughter. “Glad to know you won’t be leaving us any time soon, brat!”
You hide your face in Vista’s chest and he tips his hat over his own face, almost as embarrassed as you, but grinning nonetheless. This is definitely his new favorite holiday tradition, after Valentine’s day. Speaking of which, he might need to start his preparations, now that he finally has someone to shower in gifts and affection...
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