Are you feeling better today? I hope so! If not let me offer you some tea and Marco thots.
Ok so imagine omega reader in their heat cycle. All whimpering and needy, but Whitebeard only has betas (not likely but work with me here), Marco can smell it though. Your sweet scent, your need and is happy to provide. His stamina easily rivals that of an Alpha and his fruit has the added bonus that he can knot you when you need it. And his regenerative powers easily keep filling his balls (thanks for the hc @rasplejax !!).
Alternatively reverse might be more fun. A beta reader with alpha Marco. His rut was coming he knew, but your stamina level still needed work. So he kept fucking you over and over. Making you scream his name. Begging him to stop, because you can't cum anymore.
"But you want to be a good bird for me. You can give me one more." His eyes flickered teal and yellow. You could feel his flames dance over your pussy, any chaving was healed, but they also made you incredibly aroused. He pressed his thumb on your clit and as your body began to convulse he stuffed you with his knot. "Good girl. Yoi." He kissed away your tears and let you collapse onto him.
I love both of these - the idea of you calling Beta!Marco an Alpha because he was so successful in helping you through your heat, that he bursts into flames and nearly transforms on the spot. (assuming being an alpha would be considered a good thing, obviously).
Or Alpha!Marco tending to you for days after you helped him through his rut. He's practically babying you, bringing you food and water, massaging your sore limbs, soothing what aches he can with his flames without sapping all your stamina for the day, etc. Considering how intimidating he was at the height of his rut, he's incredibly sweet and warm while he cares for you.
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You know how there is food porn? I feel like in op world there should pineapple porn just Marco doing things. It's not called only fans it's called only pineapple or only phoenix.
Or depending on the theme he's going for.
Like oh today he's doing a talon session it's only phoenix. Then you hear slow sexy music and his blue talon is in focus. Maybe it has some accessories?
Like your throat...? (*ïŸâœïŸ*)
I like OnlyPhoenix because it still makes the F sound. đ€
Please let's talk about Kids hand. This scene had no business being this horny. Just all things it could and would do.... đ„”đ«Š
Let's talk about Kid's thick... strong... calloused hand, rough with hard work, coarse from countless nicks, splinters, and metal shavings. How those fingers could crush the life from you with ease, but instead they slide over your body with all the luxury of crushed velvet.
How the light run of fingers over your sweat-slicked body are able to cool you, a rush of goosebumps trailing behind the tender touch.
How the heavy press of his palm against your skin, fingers splayed out and holding you so easily in place, is hot in comparison, nearly burning the shape of his hand into your skin.
How easily he supports you, even if you're pushing or over six feet in height you're just small compared to him. He could pull you apart with brute cruelty, but the way he makes you come apart is not nearly so final.
You know the big, powerful things he can do, but you've seen the fragile gears of his butterflies, the impossibly small springs for the baby chicks he made. For all the power and anger, there is the most controlled skill dancing along the lines of his knuckles.
The kind of hand that can hold your desperate, shivering whines so tenderly as you nearly drown in his touch.
Hi! I think that's my first ask to you? Eventhough I've been following you for a while. đ«Ł
What's your favourite hc about Shanks?
Heya Robin!!! I think so too, but that's exciting, thank you for wanting to stop in and talk! :"D
God tho idek where to start, all I do is spin that man in circles in my head all day long. I think my most frequently used headcanon is that he's really sappy and sweet and doting when he's in love, that always ends up figuring centrally into my daily thoughts and the little snippets I write out for him.
One of the other ones I like for him though is that he kinda plays down the more exceptional parts of himself because it's no fun to hang out if everyone's either scared of you or in awe the whole time.
I think that there are a lot of reasons that he doesn't do or take much seriously unless its necessary but like. Nobody's gonna play cards with you if you beat em every hand, people aren't gonna be comfortable partying with you if you throw around your power and status all the time, etc etc, so he's like. Slouchy silly little guy! Drinks are on me let's play a few rounds!! Just a guy layin on a hammock wearing sandals at the beach unless it's necessary to not be, because it's more important to him to connect and have fun with his friends and the people around him than it is to Be The Best at whatever is happening.
He's just a silly! He just wants to have fun c: to me anyway.
I could literally go on forever talkin about him lmfao. Thank you so much for your ask my friend!!
Reader Style: gn/afab
Character: Marco/Shanks
Vibe: Dub-con
Rating: NSFW
Ending Style: Ambiguous
Prompt: Saved from yan by yan
Gift Giver: @nocturnalrorobin
Summary: When a yandere emperor saves you from your yandere commander, the real twist is who is actually yandere for whom.
Content Notes: dubcon, sex, kidnapping, mentions of free use, 18+ minors dni
The throb of Marcoâs cock buried in your cunt makes you cum whether you want to or not. You donât hold back the sweet cry, knowing that itâs better to keep his mood up, and let yourself sink into the deep post-orgasm kisses that follow.
Youâd been in Marcoâs birdcage for so long it almost didnât feel like a cage anymore. You were comfortable in the lavish space heâd made for you, and you didnât even long for the outdoors enough to ask to go out. He would still take you, making sure you got exercise that was more than twice-daily sex, and exposure to light that was just as good for you as his flames.
You move with him while he gets you cleaned up, doing the domestic dance of pretending to enjoy a life youâve come to accept. Marcoâs devotion is intense, and there was nothing you could do to stand against it. You werenât unhappy, but you hadnât chosen this life, so there was always a slight bitter feeling at the edges of your heart.Â
His crew mates would come visit, staying for a meal, and sometimes partaking of you as dessert when Marco allowed. Some of his⊠friends⊠would come visit as well, but while Marco never sent them away, he didnât share you the same way. Not even with the red-head. He was unique among Marcoâs visitors, as your husband was always on edge when Shanks came around. You werenât entirely sure which one of them was stronger, and you thought that Marco didnât want to test that answer either.
Maybe thatâs why you didnât question it when Shanks appeared at your window in the small hours of the morning. Youâd gotten up to stretch, since you didnât sleep much during the night. Marco went out to the island and did doctor things during the day, and there wasnât much to do so you tended to nap a lot. The cool quiet night was more comfortable to you than the bright day anyway, but maybe it was also because the few fleeting hours that Marco slept were the only moments you got away from him.
Shanks puts a finger to his lips as he soundlessly opens the window. You were certain they had been locked, old, and creaky, but there wasnât a sound to be had.
It almost feels like itâs someone else that accepts the hand reaching out to you, an odd jolt going through you at the touch of your fingers against his calloused palm. It was the first contact with someone else that you had initiated.
Once he had your hand you were moving at such a speed it was dizzying. You clung to the man who seemed to fly faster without wings than even Marco could. It seemed to barely take him a dozen steps to clear the island and end up on his own ship. The vessel was beyond the horizon before the sun even rose.
You understood, as you sat at a table with people you didnât know, eating a hearty breakfast that was likely to put you to sleep after the adrenaline of it all, that you had effectively been kidnapped. The Red Force, with its raucous crew and lively atmosphere, was just a bigger bird cage.
Shanks keeps his distance at first, much like how Marco did at the beginning. Giving you the illusion of space on a ship you canât leave, in a vast ocean with no islands in sight. He sits close by and looks at you with desire in his eyes while you eat, and you remember the flutter in your stomach when Marco had done the same. The way your cheeks flushed when you spied his attention on you.
Maybe if you willingly dance the dance this time youâll be more free than you had been.
Or at least youâll choose the bars you dwell behind.
âIs it even a choice if no one has the key?â You muse to the open ocean air.
âWhat was that?â Shanks questions and you shake your head.
âNothing,â you say with a smile, turning toward him. âAre you going to keep me at sea until I answer your question?â
âMm?â Shanksâ eyes go wide before he laughs. The first day youâd come aboard his ship he had asked if you wanted to join him, or disembark at an island far from Sphinx. You had asked for time to consider your options. âNah, nah,â he waves his hand dismissively, shaking his head.
âThe moment we make landfall, Marco will know which way we went.â He explains, giving you that easy and reassuring smile. Itâs nearly as disarming as Marcoâs was. âSadly an Emperor cannot make port without also making waves.â
âDo you fear Marco, then?â Your body language and your tone are curious, and youâre glad that Shanks doesnât seem offended by the question.
âDo you?â He returns, and you nod.
âMuch as anyone who isnât strong would.â You admit honestly, looking pointedly at him.
âI can protect you.â Shanks offers, voice soft, smile warm.
âAnd if I took someone elseâs hand through a window one morning?â You shift nearer to him, the shift of your hips coming up to meet his hand.
âAre you asking me to keep you somewhere with no windows?â He questions bemusedly.
âIâm saying donât protect me so much I crave adventure.â You answer honestly, his hand flexing against your hip. Your eyes shift from his hand to his eyes and you offer up a smile. âAny island you leave me on, Marco will find me. With you I can see so much more.âÂ
Acceptance of Shanks was acceptance of your place with him. Hungry as even Marco had been, it was barely a couple hours after dinner and you were in his room, melting into the wickedly soft touch.Â
Maybe it was his amicable nature, how loud his joy was comparatively, but you wanted to buy into the fantasy. You wanted to believe that the bars of your cage were just the leftover illusions of your time with Marco. Was it harder to believe because you werenât wholly unhappy?
Or was the feeling settling in your stomach a hint of dread? That maybe you preferred a cage and all the security that came with it. Especially when you could be indulged by such powerful people without fear for your life.
âWill you ride me?â Shanks questions, laying back on the bed. âTake the place you want yourself.â
You canât help the sardonic grin on your lips. âProve Iâm doing this willingly?â You muse, fingers dancing around his shaft.
Shanksâ only response is a wide grin as you straddle him, taking your hand with his and keeping you steady. You wonder if there are perks for stroking his ego, but as quickly as you consider the idea you dismiss it. Marco saw through falsehoods with ease, Shanks was no different.
The next second is dizzying. The door bursts open and Shanks moves you and him with such speed and ease you almost feel sick from it. Clinging to him for stability you can feel a heavy tension in the room. Youâre both naked, and youâre still straddling his lap, leaning against his chest.
âYou found us faster than I expected.â Shanks says, in a tone thatâs light and deadly at the same time.
You turn to regard the frigid silence, and the fierce look on Marcoâs face terrifies you. Itâs impossible to know if heâs angry with you, or simply livid you were taken from him.
âAww, donât scare them like that,â Shanks berates. âYouâre pretty bird is precious to me, sure, but theyâre just the bait in this situation, donât be mad at them.âÂ
Marco stiffens. Shanksâ crew is at his back. In his rage he hadnât noticed them, in his hubris he hadnât cared.Â
âCome on, old friend,â Shanks says, his voice far warmer than it had been toward you, even as he nuzzled his cheek against your hair. âAll this time Iâve wanted you, but I never intended to take your precious darling away from you. Come join us, and show me how you make this beautiful bird sing.âÂ
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I'm suffering from extreme dizziness and cramps (it's the time). So I was wondering. How would Marco, Thatch and Izou take care of me?
And how are you doing Quin? đ
I am doing Fan-Tabulous! I donât have any back pain, I donât have any other pains, I donât have a whole lot of work to do I have plenty of space to get some writing in, and I got Dragonâs Clause updated timely yesterday even if it was kind of a slide face first into home plate đ
As for the blorbos and you â
Marco would be cheating, easing your cramps with his flames, and making sure you had a dark, comfortable, quiet space you could rest in.
Izou would bring you teas to help ease the dizziness and pain. Happy to help you drink it, and ready and willing to massage the tension from your limbs if you let him.
Thatch would be making you foods to help, but also any food that you really craved, making sure you had comfort foods as much as medicinal foods.
Honestly I feel like youâd have all three helping you, even if you were only seeing one of the three. Because they all have skills that can help in situations like that. Theyâd be bringing such things to their brothers who were recovering injuries or sickness as well.
Not to say that it lessens the effort in either situation, but I mean theyâre practiced at it and glad for the experience because they can help you more effectively.
Also I feel like Ace offers to be a weighted blanket for you. Sleeping with his head against your stomach because heâs basically a hot water bottle that doesnât need reheated đ heâs very polite about it too, putting a blanket over you first so that if he drools in his sleep he doesnât get it on your clothes.
Your the Sphinx protector of Sphinx Island. Its a nice sunny day so you stretch your paws out and enjoy the warm sunrays on your fur when suddenly this giant phoenix (you are pretty huge yourself) starts to walk over your belly with his talons and trills happy songs.
Not on your watch you think. You found your next prey. đ
Even without being able to see the link (I don't have a TikTok and apparently it's marked as mature or something cause it wants me to sign in first), I do like the premise.
I like the idea a little bit more of reader being a Sphinx protector of the island, and being like the size of a house cat.
Having beef with Marco for horning in on THEIR job of being the island's guardian.
Immortal Guardian Diety!Reader and canon Marco xD would be a fun change up from some of my current ideas =3
The ghost blorbos were Thatch, Ace and Izou? You live with Marco on sphinx Island, the both of you settled in to the quiet island life. Then one day, he comes home and finds you dripping in sweat and toes curling in pleasure, but noone there nor do you touch yourself.
>.>
The idea that Marco can't see the ghosts that haunt you until he touches you and realizes that his brothers are apparently anchored to you.
<.<
Maybe Marco becomes more desperate to be inside you as well, so he can see and hear his brothers through his connection with you. Little bird becomes his sweetest Medium and never tires of nightly seances.
