Yeah so this is just some small drabbles about MaTch that was inspired by different things, like ideas from tumblr, other stories, people I talk to and everyday life. Please enjoy. All stories are sfw and have no orders to them.

Disclaimer: I don't owe One Piece or its character.


Marco sighed happily and leaned back, resting his back on Thatch's chest and head on his shoulder. Thatch used this to hold onto him, resting his chin on Marco's shoulder. Both enjoyed each other's company in silence, Marco closing his eyes and relaxed completely. He couldn't remember when he last had relaxed this much in this situation, maybe because it never had happened before? Having a lover who wasn't a Devil's Fruit user sure had its good sides too.

Hands started to wander over Marco's body, massaging sore muscles and Marco hummed in delight. Thatch knew exactly what he needed, without him even telling him it. He had never thought that he would find a person that could bring all different emotions up inside of him, but here the person was. Massaging him, while nibbling his earlobe teasingly. Thatch could of course never stop teasing him, but Marco found himself loving the attention Thatch always gave him.

Another pleased sigh left Marco's lips, as he tilted his head a little, so Thatch had better access. In the quiet times like these, he just enjoyed and took what was giving to him. Like a nice warm bath with relaxing flower soap and a massage. Besides Thatch showering him in love. Why had it taken so long for them to find each other's company like this? Marco knew why he held back, as Thatch always had seemed to just want women, but maybe Marco just hadn't seen the signs. Well it didn't matter, as they were together now and Thatch sure knew how to catch up for missed time.

"We should do this more often, love. I like watching that pleased and relaxed face of yours." Thatch soft voice broke the silence, making Marco smile happily at the words.

"I could get used to this, yoi."

Thatch chuckled. "Sounds good, because I'll make it happen, even if you don't think you have time for it."

Marco hummed in agreement. Sometimes he really needed someone else to tell him to relax or to force him to. Before it had been their captain doing this, but now Thatch did it and with pleasure. Also, Marco liked this form of forced relaxation. Sitting between Thatch's leg in a tub, leaning against him, while his hands massaged his muscles. What better way to enjoy a time off with the person you love?