#thatch scenario

[littlesniggy]

Hi can you do a thatch nfsw scenario please

Wohooo! Finally internet and time! I'm sorry for being so inactive but as I said before I moved into a new apartment but now we're mostly settled in.

Anyway, thank you anon for this request. I hope you like it!

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, public sex, squirting, maybe a little bit fluff....

Pairing: Thatch x female reader

Word count: 1.3k

You giggled at the tickling feeling of his hot breath ghosting the shell of your ear, his warm hands resting on your hips while he pressed his middle against your butt, slowly circling his hips against you. His lips nibbled at your earlobe, making you gasp in excitement. His right hand slowly moved forward and down your thigh before moving back up, his hand disappearing underneath your skirt.

“Thatch­ ~ “ you giggled again, your eyes darting around, anxious to not get caught but also very excited about the prospect. “C’mon, Y/n. Lift your leg for me.” He purred into your ear, his nose tracing the vein underneath the skin of your neck, making your knees grow weak underneath his touch.

Biting your bottom lip, you followed his suggestion and lifted your leg, resting your knee on the railing. The air felt cold against your damp underwear, already wet from this small ministration. Thatch hummed approvingly when his fingers grazed the damp fabric. “Does it turn you on when we do it out here?” he asked, rubbing his index and middle finger over your clothed folds, making you mewl in response.

The warm feeling of your own arousal which was smeared over your sex had you pant in pleasure, your head falling down to relish in this intense feeling. You felt how Thatch’s ‘little friend’ grew to live in his pants, pressing against your butt, making you even more excited.

His fingers moved your panties to the side, now exposing your wet folds completely before his finger rubbed circles over your clit. “So wet~.” He purred contently, his lips starting to kiss your neck, slightly sucking on your sensitive skin. It was difficult to suppress your moans, his lips and finger working wonders.

His left hand moved to your breasts, swiftly unbuttoning your blouse to expose your bare chest (you didn’t bother wearing a bra), the salty wind hitting your nipples, letting them become hard. His big hand gently grabbed one of your breasts and expertly started to knead it in his hand.

Now, you couldn’t hold back your moan but you were quick to muffle it with your palm. Thatch chuckled behind you, his finger finding your entrance and swiftly entering you as long as you still had your hand in front of your mouth. He loved to hear you moan but he wasn’t too keen on getting caught either. Especially not if Whitebeard could hear you. This would be embarrassing.

Thatch started moving his finger inside of you while his hand kept kneading your soft tit.

“Look….there is no cloud on the sky. Doesn’t the moon look pretty?” he whispered, making you look up at it. Yes, it was really pretty. For a moment you were simply mesmerized by its beauty; that is until Thatch added a second finger, curling them inside of you, pressing against this special spot.

“Thatch!” you breathed out; your eyes closed for a moment to compose yourself. “Yes?” he asked innocently but the boyish grin on his lips pressed against your skin . You really wanted to reply to him but the fingers inside of you made it almost impossible.

Thatch entered a third finger, scissoring them to stretch you for his length he was already eager to shove inside of your tight hole. Your hand reached behind you and disappeared inside his pants after fumbling with the button. Your boyfriend let out a shaky yet relieved breath when you closed your hand around his dick, slowly moving it up and down.

“God, Y/n.” he praised you, letting himself enjoy this feeling for a moment before he started moving his fingers inside of you again. And there you were, jerking each other off while both of you looked at the huge moon. Your cunt was dripping down his fingers and onto the wooden deck, his pre-cum coating your palm so you could use it as lube to make it glide more smoothly.

Thatch removed his fingers from your sex, making you feel empty but you knew what was about to come. Your hand left his dick as well, and you heard him shuffle behind you when he opened his pants and pulled down his pants just a bit to take out his dick. Slick sounds while he stroke his dick made your pussy twitch in response and you anticipated the moment he’d thrust into you.

“Ready?” you heard him ask from behind you while he lined himself up with your entrance, the mushroom head rubbing against your folds. “For you? Always.” You replied. This was all he needed to hear before he entered you in one smooth go. Thatch buried his face in your shoulder to muffle his groan, his lips kissing you to calm himself down a little.

“You feel so good.” You mewled, wiggling your hips slightly to encourage him to start moving. “So impatient.” He teased you but obliged, his length rubbing against your inside while he started moving. First, he moved slowly so you could get used to his size but soon after he picked up his pace, his thighs slapping against the back of your thighs, the sound seeming louder than it actually was.

You moved your hips against him, urging him to go deeper, to fill you out all the way. When he also obliged to this request your small moans threatened to become louder. “Ah…Thatch! So good! Faster….!” You panted. The cook chuckled breathlessly, his hand moving back to your clit and lazily circling it with his finger, his other hand finding your breast once again.

Now, you couldn’t help yourself – the moan just erupted from your throat, echoing through the night sky. For a moment, the two of you stopped, panting, and listening to footsteps that might be coming closer. Those few seconds felt like hours but with every sound you heard or thought you heard you felt your pussy clench around him, the mix of excitement and fear arousing you to no end. Thatch, of course, also noticed.

“Seems like you don’t seem to mind getting caught as much as I thought. But let’s try not to, okay?” he whispered before he picked up the pace again, seeing you nod in response.

But it was easier being said than done.

With each thrust the moans spilled out of your mouth, some you tried to suppress but the sobs were still audible. Thatch, slowly getting a little bit concerned, quickly grabbed your chin and turned your face to the side, capturing your lips with his in a deep and passionate kiss while he fucked you raw, his mouth completely swallowing both of your moans.

You buried your hand in his hair, pulling him closer while your hips moved against his delicious cock. His grip on your tit tightened, his nails digging into the soft tissue.

The familiar tingling inside your stomach started to increase with every thrust, announcing your orgasm that would most likely rock your whole world. The finger on your clit was eagerly rubbing on the bundle of nerves, driving you crazy with it.

“Thatch….!” You panted. “….coming…!” you alarmed him, your eyes almost desperately looking at him to please let you cum. The cook looked back at you before he captured your lips with his in an almost violent kiss, his hips pounding into you, his orgasm also close.

When your climax hit you it knocked the breath out of your lungs – not a single tone left your mouth due to the sheer force. You didn’t even realize how you had started to squirt when you came, your juice running down your thighs, some of it dripping down into the ocean.

Thatch grunted into your mouth when he also came with one last thrust, filling you up with his seed but you didn’t mind. In the distance, you heard faint footsteps slowly coming closer but your muscles did not react. And quite frankly, you didn’t care. Right now you wanted to enjoy the after wave of your orgasm just a little bit longer.

[quartermera]

Ace, Thatch & Marco Taking Care of Their Vice Admiral Rival After an Attack

Baby bois indeed <3 It all ended up pretty short and idk if it’s that fluffy either but I enjoyed writing these and I hope you will like reading them! ^^

Ships: Ace x Reader, Thatch x Reader, Marco x Reader (All gender & race neutral) Genre: slight angst and fluff Warnings: mention of death Word count: Intro: 220; Ace: 300; Thatch: 150; Marco: 200; Total: 870

Introduction

Cold. It was cold. So cold. Cold everywhere around you. 

Cold and wet and windy.

You coughed out water and opened your eyes with difficulty. The light immediately blinded you.

As the seconds passed, you took notice of the beeping in your ears.

Flashes of what had happened merely seconds before flooded your mind.

You realized your were holding onto a piece of wood and you knew you couldn’t let it go.

Opening your eyes ever so slightly again, you saw glimpses of the remnants of your ship, the floating corpses of your crew, the fire that engulfed what was left.

Your entire body was aching. You knew you shouldn’t close your eyes again.

But you couldn’t help it.

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking a few times. Soon enough, you realized you were in a warm and soft bed. The room was dimly lit, which you thanked heavens for. 

A yawn escaped you, causing your entire face and neck to hurt in the process. That is when someone entered the room. The broad figure seemed familiar but you couldn’t tell for sure. Your eyes were still adapting and you were unable to think clearly yet.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” they declared gently.

That voice. A lightbulb lit up in your head as you recognized it.

Portgas D. Ace

Oh so quietly, you managed to murmur: “Freckles?”

A chuckle reached your ears.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Ace walked over next to your bed, grabbing a chair somewhere in the process. Placing it near you, he turned it around to straddle it, elbows resting on the back of the chair.

“How are you feeling?” he asked gently with a small lopsided grin.

With the slightest scoff, you answered: “Like shit.”

Another chuckle filled the room.

“Fair enough,” he declared. “We found you floating, holding onto a broken piece of wood.”

After processing the information, you murmured with a broken voice: “What about...?”

“Your crew?” Ace guessed. A moment of silence ensued. You noticed he had lost his grin. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He paused again. “We searched for anyone else but... you were the only survivor.”

Silence filled the room once more.

“I’m sorry,” repeated Ace quietly.

“It’s okay,” you assured. “Not your fault.”

Ace offered you the ghost of a smile.

“I’m happy you are still alive at least.”

You let out a light chuckle, not wanting to hurt yourself by doing so.

“Takes more for you to get rid of me,” you joked.

Ace smiled at your declaration.

“Who said I want to get rid of you?” he teased back.

“Shut up.”

Your response made him laugh this time. He knew you had just gone through something traumatic, that humor was probably just your way of coping. Still, it gave him hope that you would get better soon.

Slowly, gently, not wanting to startle you, Ace took your hand in his. The feeling was soft, comforting. You silently thanked him.

With his usual lopsided grin, he leaned over and brought your hand to his lips, gently pecking it.

“Get some rest, Y/N,” he whispered. “I’ll look after you.” 

Thatch

Quietly, you asked: “Thatch?”

A chuckle filled the room.

“It’s me, darling.”

Without waiting, Thatch walked over to you and sat on the edge of your bed. He quickly found your hand and held it between his.

“What happened?” he asked gravely.

Struggling, you answered: “Don’t know... Explosion I think.”

Thatch nodded understandingly. 

After thinking a bit more, you wondered: “My crew?”

A sigh reached your ears.

“Y/N... I’m sorry. We didn’t find anyone but you.”

A light nod is all you gave as answer.

“Did you maybe see anyone before fainting?” he asked gently.

You shook your head ever so slightly.

Thatch gave you an apologetic smile.

“You’ll be okay at least,” he said reassuringly. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“When I’m out of this bed,” you started, “I’m arresting you.”

Thatch let out a loud laugh.

“Sure thing, darling. Sure thing.” Leaning over to peck your forehead, he whispered: “Get some rest instead of talking nonsense.”

Marco

“Marco?” you whispered.

He answered positively. Quietly, he reached the side of your bed and stood next to you.

“Are you in any pain?” was his first question.

With a small, playful smile, you asked back: “What d’you think?”

After a light chuckle, Marco assured he would give you a painkiller.

While preparing the medicine, he wondered: “What do you remember?”

You searched back in your memory before answering. “Was on the ship... talking to my first mate... Then an explosion... And I was in the water.”

Marco nodded listening to your explanation.

“We found you floating on a broken piece of wood,” he stated while injecting something you assumed to be the painkiller to the intravenous bag connected to your forearm.

“No one else?” you wondered.

Marco remained silent for a bit.

“I’m sorry.”

Another moment of silence ensued.

“You patched me up?” you asked.

Marco nodded and briefly explained what he had done.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “But I’m still going to arrest you someday.”

The blond let out a chuckle.

“Can’t wait to see that,” he teased. Taking one of your hands between his, he ordered: “You should get some rest. Can’t arrest me otherwise.”

[myonepiece]

Marco, Law, Thatch, Usopp headcanon- non-devil fruit phoenix S/O imprints on them

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Warnings: none

Definition of what I mean by imprint: it’s like love at first sight, it means the phoenix will do anything snd everything it it’s power to protect the person it imprints on. The phoenix always has the need to be near the chosen person, sleeping, sitting, etc. The phoenix protects this person with its life. So basically like an intense love at first sight thing that non-devil fruit phoenixes have.

Marco

•Marco would be fascinated by the natural love instinct that non-devil fruit phoenixs have, seeing as he doesn’t experience it himself

•Wants to learn more

•Worried about the “protects this person with its life like thing because he doesn’t want you to lose your life because of him

•Takes this as a huge compliment and feels immensely flattered

•Now understands why you always seem to be around him not only in battle, but just throughout the whole day

•Will show more PDA now that he has an extremely good reason

•Brags to Ace and Thatch

•Says that he’ll protect you the same way you protect him

•Says he’s “imprinted” on you too

Thatch

•Brags

•Also confused at first until he does some research about what exactly you imprinting on him means

•Flattered

•Very honored

•Skeptical about the “protects with life” because he too would never want to be the cause of your death

•Becomes a lot more touchy

•Has you sleep with him in phoenix and human form, whichever one you’re in

•More cuddly

•Always feels pride when someone mentions you or whenever you perch on his shoulder

•Let’s you sit on his shoulder or top of his head

•Teases you

•Trusts you more- he did trust you a lot before though

Law

•Confused

•Doss research on what imprinting means for a phoenix

•Flustered, blushing 1000%

•Worried that he’ll be the reason you get killed

•Will let you be more touchy with him now that he understands it’s like an instinct for you

•Let’s you sleep in his room everynight, let’s you perch on his shoulder whenever your in phoenix form

•Let’s you follow him everywhere and secretly loves it- he lets you sit on his shoulder while he works or on the shelves

•He also takes this as a major compliment

•He makes sure to watch you in battle and protect you as well

Usopp

•Confused

•Ego boost

•Intrigued, very curious to learn more

•Has you explain it to him just so he can hear how important he is to you

•Feels safer knowing how far you’ll go to protect him

•Has you sleep with him everynight so you both feel better

•Carries you everywhere when your in phoenix form and human form

•Brags to the strawhats Luffy and Sanji jealousy 1000

•Always watches you with heart eyes when you protect him

•Always feels pride when you sit on his shoulder

[onepiece-hcs-and-scenarios]

Can i have a funny scenario for Thatch with his s/o please ? Like she always teases him when he cooks for the crew ! 😃

Sure thing!

Though it’s going to be short AF.

And I get to showcase my love for shitty puns~~~~Huehuehuehue~

Thatch scenario:

“Your cooking is as EGGcellant as always~”

“I like the look and PEEL of the product~”

He could hear his s/o giggling with each pun that sounded from their lips, and rolled his eyes with a smile. Though that last one made him chuckle a bit, he continued in his task of making the crew the best meal he could.

“Are you done yet?” He asked, flashing a quick smile, moving a pan and stirring its steaming contents.

There was another laugh from his s/o. “Nope. I’ve got OIL the time in the world~.”

Now he just rolled his eyes, smile remaining in place. Then there was silence for a moment.

“Do you come here OVEN~?”

Now he had to let out a sigh. Well, it was more of a mixture of a sigh and a breathy laugh.

“Oh GRATE! Another food pun,” He replied, only to pause a split second later when he realized what he did. “Wait, no, that’s not what I meant-”

Before he could finish there was a peal of loud, belly-aching laughter, followed by, “GRATE minds think alike~”

“CHOW could you do this to me? WAIT, NO! NOT AGAIN!”

[quartermera]

Ace, Thatch and Marco with a Vice Admiral Rival Imagines

Waaa ma bois! No problem anon! Thank you for your ask! It’s not exactly what you requested but I hope you’ll like it nonetheless ^^

Ships: Ace x Reader, Thatch x Reader, Marco x Reader (all gender & race neutral) Genre: fluff, maybe angst if you squint really hard idk Warnings: like... 1 curse word xD Word count: Intro: 300; Ace: 700; Thatch: 450; Marco: 350; Total: 1700

Introduction:

You didn’t know how long you had been chasing him anymore. It had been ages since you first met. You, a young marine recruit, and him, a pirate with little to no reputation at the time.

Both of you grew in your respective universes. He was becoming more and more famous, seeing his bounty grow as he became a prominent figure in piracy. Meanwhile, you were doing the same, working hard to get to a higher rank. Your goal was to change the world for the better and you knew you couldn’t do that by remaining a seaman your entire life.

You were now vice admiral. Yet you still hadn’t caught your life long rival.

A certain tenderness had grown in your heart for the pirate. He might be on the other side of the law, but his charms had worked on you... to some extend. Or at least that is what you told yourself. Some might call it a crush. But you wouldn’t go so far. You were a marine after all!

Despite that, you couldn’t resolve yourself to hate the man. Whenever you would meet, you would end up chatting in one way or another. It might end up with you chasing them and never catching them, nevertheless, you sometimes admitted to yourself you liked the pirate’s company.

However, you didn’t know how much longer your pride could take it. Seeing him run away and teasing you about it every time was becoming frustrating. It had been all fun and games until now. But now, now you were a vice admiral. Having a pirate escape you so many times was greatly affecting your reputation. You feared for your rank. What would happen to you if you couldn’t catch him next time?

Ace

“Ahhh, Y/N! How long has it been?” resonated a voice behind you. You could tell who it was in a heartbeat.

“Not long enough, clearly,” you responded, the ghost of a smile tingling at your lips.

“Come on, don’t be so moody!” he cheered. 

Ace walked over and sat on the stool next to yours. He asked for a drink to the barmaid and when he wondered if he could offer you one, you politely declined.

“I’m not miserable enough to accept a drink from a pirate,” you bit.

“Ouch, Y/N!” he said in mock offense. “Beside,” the young man continued, “you didn’t say that last time.”

You huffed at his teasing. It wasn’t any different from usually, but this time you weren’t in the mood to play along.

“Can you stop reminding me that this is the umpteenth time I won’t catch you, freckles?”

Ace frowned and looked at you curiously. With caution, he asked: “Is something wrong, Y/N?”

A deep sigh escaped you as you closed your eyes. You nodded your head in negation.

“I don’t know, Ace.” You opened your eyes again and looked at him. “I’m vice admiral now, you know?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of that! Congratulations!” he intervened.

A small smile graced your lips. “Thank you. But to be honest with you, I fear I’ll lose my rank any time.”

Ace frowned once more. “Why so?”

“Because I keep on letting you run away,” you declared, bittersweet. “People in the marines are starting to think I do it on purpose and it might not be entirely wrong but I can’t keep doing that because it’s getting really suspicious and I might lose my job even though I worked so hard for it so I would have no idea of what to do if it were to happen. Meanwhile you keep running around as if none of this was happening and you don’t stop teasing me and it’s always such a pleasure to see you, freckles, but I don’t know how much longer I can handle this.”

Ace was frozen. It was a lot to process in so little time and it took him a few seconds to catch up with all the information you had just wildly thrown at him. His mouth opened and closed a few times. A frown appeared and left his features just as quickly. 

After taking a deep breath, he finally found something to say: “Listen, if it’s really that dangerous for your rank and it’s so important for you... we can simply stop running into each other. I would miss seeing you, but... I don’t want to be the cause to you losing a job you worked so hard for.”

A bittersweet laugh escaped you. “Like we could actually plan that!”

Ace gulped and avoided your gaze. His hand traveled to the back of his neck. 

“Well... maybe we haven’t been bumping into each other all this time so haphazardly...” he confessed.

The words were missing you. You blinked quickly a few times.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The man was still looking anywhere else but you.

“Ace?” you called calmly.

He took a deep breath before meeting your gaze. “Maybe I’ve been going to places a few times because I knew you were there?”

You had the slightest incredulous look but it quickly vanished as Ace let out a nervous laugh. A soft smile graced your features.

After the initial shock passed for both of you, you chatted as you usually do. Making sure to not attract too much attention, you quietly agreed to keep bumping into each other but... more discreetly.

Ace gave you his Den Den Mushi contact and you did the same. You assured that you would get your hands on a white variant in order to encrypt your calls and be more secure.

The young man was happy you didn’t decide to cut off all contacts with him but rather hide them. It would always be better to him than to never see you. Plus, now you could talk almost any time.

You didn’t tell him but you were also glad with how the situation turned out. The prospect of never seeing your favourite pirate anymore had felt incredibly wrong.

You wouldn’t admit it just yet, not even to yourself, but the one you nicknamed ‘freckles’ had a special little place in your heart.

Thatch

“Well, well, well, what a surprise to see you here!” cheered a voice behind you.

A small smile graced your lips as you recognized who it was in an instant. You turned towards the man.

“Always a pleasure to see you, Thatch,” you greeted.

“And even more to see you,” he responded with a grin. “I’m going to get some rum for my fleet, wanna join?” he invited.

You nodded and the two of you started walking.

“So, how have you been since the last time we bumped into each other?” he asked.

A grimace flashed over your features.

“Could be better to be honest.”

Thatch frowned at your answer.

“Why’s that?” he pushed kindly.

You clicked your tongue.

“Everyone’s just been getting really suspicious. They’re starting to think I’m one of your allies because of how often you’ve managed to run away,” you answered honestly.

Thatch offered you a cheeky smile: “It’s not your fault I’m faster than you.”

His comment made you laugh. Despite that, you admitted: “I don’t think we should be so familiar with each other though. If anyone under my command sees us chatting so casually, I could get into serious trouble.”

A sad look appeared on Thatch’s face.

“Do you... not want to talk with me anymore?” he asked cautiously.

A sigh escaped you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Despite being on the opposite side of the law, I enjoy your company.”

“You enjoy my company?” he teased.

“Oh shut up!” you responded while laughing. After a quiet moment you continued calmly: “I just don’t want to lose my job. I worked so hard to get where I am and I can’t change the world if I go back to barely being a seaman first class.”

Thatch remained quiet for a bit. As you approached the most famous rum seller on the island, he carefully offered: “If you want to stop, I’d understand. But I think I’d miss you.”

You laughed: “What’s there to miss about me anyway?”

“More than you might think,” he responded with a wink.

“Shut up,” you mumbled under your breath.

As you both came to a halt in front of the shop, you took in a deep breath before meeting Thatch’s gaze.

“I’m going to go back to my men,” you declared, “and I’ll try to think of a solution by the next time we meet each other.” Your tone was confident. As much as you feared for your job you also knew you didn’t want to stop seeing your favourite pirate.

Thatch offered you a trusting smile, declaring he was sure you would and that he would be looking forward to it.

Marco

“Fancy seeing you here,” greeted a calm voice behind you.

You lowered your book and turned to the origin of the noise. There was your eternal rival. The man you had been chasing for so many years and that you had yet to catch. Maybe you let him run away on purpose on more than one occasion but then again, the idea of sending him to Impel Down didn’t appeal to you. You’d rather keep your game going even if you didn’t admit it.

“Long time no see, Marco,” you greeted back.

You scooted more to the side of the bench on which you were sitting, leaving some space for the man to join you. Marco promptly sat down next to you and asked how you had been.

“Better,” you admitted. “The rumors have lessened since the last time we met.”

The man smiled lightly.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

You took in a deep breath.

“Funny how we’ve been bumping less into each other since I told you I was scared to lose my job though,” you remarked.

Marco remained silent, looking straight in front of him.

You, however, turned towards him.

“I told you we didn’t need to stop seeing each other despite the rumors.”

A sigh escaped the blond.

“I’ve been causing you trouble your entire career already, I thought I could let you breath for a bit this time,” he admitted calmly.

You huffed: “Do you really think I’m unable to catch you if I want to?”

Marco offered you a puzzled look.

“Sure at first I was actually trying, but after a while it became too much fun. Who would I chase if you aren’t around anymore?” you said in a joking manner while actually being serious.

A small smile graced the man’s features.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he declared. You had perceived some fondness in his voice but you convinced yourself otherwise.

“Shall we be seeing each other again, then?” you wondered.

All Marco had to do was flash you a grin and you knew his answer.

2 things: I didn’t mean to make them shorter and shorter, that just happened xD and I really hope I didn’t make them OOC because that is always my worst fear ;-;

Anyway, let me know what you thought of it, thank you a lot for reading! <3