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[onepiece-of-yandere]

This is my piece for the Girls, Girls, Girls zine!

Perona x Fem Reader SFW but mild yandere vibes Wordcount: 1,082

The last thing you could remember was a shrill laugh and the pain of something hard and heavy hitting the back of your head and your world fading into darkness. You gasped and opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling as you grabbed at your sides, confused as you felt plush fabric in your fists and eyes focused on the pink above you. Your heart was thundering as you tried to comprehend what was happening.

You’d been in the woods, avoiding shifting shadows and now you were on a soft comfy bed with nothing but pink in your vision. You sat up tentatively, blinking slowly as you looked around you. Thick old brick walls draped with so many garish bright decorations. You rubbed your head, feeling the lump and letting out a hiss.

You swung your legs off the side, the bed was huge with four posts, looking like something out of a fairytale Frilly pillows and an assortment of plushies had crowded you. You let your feet hit the floor and you sighed. The ticking of a clock was the only sound you could hear as you tried to urge yourself to your feet, looking at the old wooden door.

Confusion be damned, you just knew you needed to get out of this room before the owner came back. 

“It’s about time you got up! Lazy ass!” a high-pitched voice called and you saw a woman. Your blood ran cold and you tried not to scream as you watched the translucent pink-haired girl phase fully through the solid wall and hover above you.

She tilted her head to the side and puffed out her cheeks as you gawked at her with wide eyes and a hand slapped over your mouth so as not to let out a sound. She tsked at you and shook her head, floating in place with hands on her hips. “Don’t make such ugly faces idiot!” She hissed and floated over, her hands grabbing yours and pulling them away from your face.

“I didn’t want that moron to hit you as hard as he did, maybe he shook your brains too hard,” she said and hummed. You felt her hand, soft and warm and not at all like the ghoul she’d appeared popping out of the wall. A devil fruit user, was better than a real ghost… right?

“Where am I?”

Perona ignored the question as she floated over to her wardrobe, swinging the doors open and eyeing up the rows and rows of frilly clothes. Lacy blouses, flouncy skirts. You winced when she fixed her gaze on you. Her eyes narrowed in a scrutinizing fashion as she tapped her lip. “You're cute but your clothes? Ugly! And that won’t do! I need my girlfriend to be adorable!” she said loudly and you stared at her confused, again.

“Who said anything about girlfriends?” you asked and she folded her arms over her chest and huffed pink bangs from her face.

“I was told I got to keep you! Would you rather have your shadow stuffed into a zombie instead?” She snapped. “I don’t even know your name!” you were already tired of this bratty girl but she had a point, you didn’t want to be one of those shambling messes out there in the dark and fog.

“Perona! I’m Perona! The ghost princess!” Perona’s voice got even higher, if that was possible as two ghosts started to circle her with a dumb expression on their faces. You vaguely remember seeing someone getting hit with that, and the effect wasn’t good… You didn’t want to experience that.

“Perona,” you repeated and she squealed with delight as she floated around you. Grabbing your cheeks and pulling. “So cute!” she cooed and you wanted to slap her hands off of you but the ghosts remained at her side and you thought better of it, she let go and you rubbed your now aching cheeks as she dug into the pink frilly wall that was her wardrobe. 

“This one will suit you perfectly!” Perona grinned ear to ear as she held up the lace monster. You clenched your teeth in a grimace, trying not to displease her. Nodding your head slowly you kept your real opinion inside your head.

Your silence betrayed you as the smile on her face faltered, her lip twitched as she gripped the the dress before you quickly nodded before the mask of the smile broke and you’d be in trouble. “Y-yeah, it’s so cute!” you replied, seeing the light in her eyes and warmth in her smile return as she thrust the dress into your arms.

“Get into it then!” she demanded and you watched her, not leaving the room as she floated casually, leaning back and watching you with such admiration. “Some privacy?” you asked and she hummed, as if thinking it over before shrugging. Turning around but watching your movements in the full-length mirror. Even if you turned around she could still enjoy you taking off those ugly, filthy and gross clothes! It was just a bonus she got to see your form as you slid into the dress.

“Done?” she asked, turning around before you could reply. You yelped in surprise as she started to adjust the dress, fluffing the skirt and pulling the waist ties tight and putting it into a nice neat bow before she spun you around. 

“Look how pretty you are now!” She said with a happy sigh as she made you look at yourself. She floated off and came back with a large hairbow that she placed on your head. She clasped her hands together with a manic smile. “So perfect, so pretty,”

You felt her hands on your shoulders as she leaned in close, her breath fanning against your ear. “You are going to be such a pretty dolly for me, aren’t you? I can’t wait to have more fun with you…”

You felt frozen in place at her words, feeling her soft lips brush against your ear so softly as she made you walk toward her vanity. Pink and girly, just like everything else. She made you sit on the seat, standing in front of you now, she grabbed your chin as she made you look up at her. “I’m going to paint you so pretty dolly,” she purred and you sat rigid in your seat as the smile on her face turned into something more sinister, the shadow of a smirk and flash of something in her eyes.

“Adorable,”

[onepiece-of-yandere]

PROMPT: May I please request for some yandere marco, where his zoan kinda takes over during rut season (mating season) thank you!

Marco x GN Reader N/SFW TW: Yandere - n/ncon - dark themes - monster fucking- breeding kink [no mentions of pregnancy/female body implications] don’t like don’t read Word Count: 1,600

Repost of mine from libary of ohara

He stood over you with his eyes narrowed. His smirk never left his face. The jovial chuckle escaped his lips as he loomed. His talons scratched along the wooden floor as he did so. Using one to pin you down, the sharp points dig into you painfully. Red marks appeared on your shirt where he had pierced your skin and caused you to bleed.

The fear you felt stopped all signals of pain rushing to your brain. You opened and closed your mouth as your commander pressed even harder, blood rushing out the pinpricks at a faster rate. Marco had always seemed so kind, so nice that you’d never have thought you’d have ended up as his prey.

You wished the room was pitch black to avoid seeing the ugly twisted look on his face. His tail lit up the entire room. The brilliant golden hue which gave much hope was robbing you of any grace in the situation.

“Did you think you could get away from me?” Marco asked, the condescension clear as day in his voice as he lifted off his large, clawed foot.

“Marco….”

“Now, now, don’t grovel. It should be an honour that the phoenix even wants someone as weak as you as its mate yoi.” He wrapped a claw around your ankle when you tried to shuffle back out of his grasp.

Dragging you back along the floor roughly, making it hurt more than needed. You could feel tears prick the corner of your eyes. Your body trembled as Marco let out a sigh. You hated how you seemed more like an inconvenience than anything.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

You didn’t know, you just whimpered and shook your head. The phoenix clicked his tongue before he was on you. Blue eyes stared into yours with an intensity you couldn’t withstand, you closed your eyes. You felt his hand on your throat, feeling his lips trailing up your neck.

“My perfect little mate yoi.”

His words weren’t making any sense to you, he seemed so unhinged, feral… then it clicked, he was a zoan type devil fruit, the user. His humanity had taken a backseat while his animal side had come out from hiding. You whimpered when he moved once more, his sharp claws made short work of your clothes.

Catching your skin as the fabric ripped apart, he didn’t seem concerned about the lines of red he’d created along your shivering skin as he tilted his head from one side to the other, fully admiring what was laid bare for him.

His pupils blown wide, his normally comforting lopsided smile was gone, replaced with that horrid grin as he started to remove his sash, casting it aside along with his decorative belt, you winced when you heard the metal clang on the floor.

Somehow that was the thing that fully solidified your current situation in your mind. The bell that tolled for you. Your sniffling was starting to get on his nerves and he clicked his tongue, eyes narrowed with that unwavering smirk.

“Now, now little bird, shhhh.” He cooed with fake sympathy.

You felt something snaking around your ankles, glancing down you saw the glowing tail feathers of your commander as he pinned you down, the glowing appendages spread your legs wide, letting him get settled between them.

“Oh pretty, pretty bird yoi,” Marco said with a trill, his voice taken on an inhuman quality as he rubbed his cock against your entrance, you blinked and wondered why it didn’t feel like you expected.

“Oh? Want to see what’s going to be stuffed into you, mate?”

Marco pulled away enough that you could see his cock, thick and throbbing, a tapered tip. Ridges and bumps all along the shaft. You grimaced when you saw how much precum was pooling around the slit. He chucked at your bewildered expression.

“T-that won’t fit.” You mumbled and tried to close your legs, the glowing tail snapped your legs apart further, a dull ache where your hips connected to the rest of you caused you to consider your next actions.

“That’s not the attitude that’s going to help you.” Marco sighed, nipping along your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he once again rubbed his cock against your hole.

He was getting drunk off your scent, loving every second your musk filled his senses. This was his mate, the person he desired to be bonded with. He would have preferred a more, willing mate, but that didn’t stop him from wanting you regardless.

“Brace yourself yoi.” That was his only warning, mumbled against your neck as you felt the thinner part of his member breach your hole, pushing inside you. You grabbed his shoulders, digging nails into his skin.

Blue flicks of flames danced over the nail marks, healing him in an instant. He cooed in your ear, whispering awful, sinful things as he pushed forward, you felt each teasing bump rub against your walls. Your mouth hung open and you gasped when the zoan was fully sheathed.

“I can’t wait to fill you to the brim with my seed little bird.” He sighed, licking down your neck, along your collarbone where he started to sink his teeth, marking you as his own.

“Mar-..Marco…s..stop..” you closed your eyes as you felt his cock stuff you.

You’d never felt so full before, you felt his hips start to move, how he picked up the pace. Slow, measured but brutal, each thrust going as deep as he possibly could. Greedy lips claimed your neck, feeling Marco’s cock expand inside you was a strange feeling.

“Be good for your commander, be a good mate for me yoi.” His breath ticked your ear as his pace picked up.

Unrelenting thrusts, getting faster as he worked himself up more, as your entrance got used to his monstrous cock. He cooed and trilled, feeling at home between your thighs, your tight walls holding him snugly, warm, welcoming, and begging to be bred. At least in his bird brain, he knew deep down it wasn’t possible.

You bit your lip, not wanting to moan, but it was starting to feel good, and you felt ashamed of that fact. You couldn’t help the muffled moans he was pulling from you with every drag of his cock. You arched up, bucking to meet his thrust when he wasn’t going as fast as you’d like.

“Ah getting into it now?” you said nothing, eyes fluttering open to see him gazing down at you.

You shook your head and he laughed at your lies. His arms became wings suddenly, you were mesmerised by the glimmering blue overtaking everything. How he flapped the majestic wings of feather and flame, he didn’t even need to pin you down.

You were still helpless.

The flapping of his wings and thrusting of his hips was doing something for you. Your own head was being clouded with the growing pleasure. You whimpered and moaned when he rocked into you just right. Wings of cool flame cradle your body, adjusting you. He pulled out, only for a moment as he positioned your lower half into the air.

“Presenting like a good mate, I knew you’d be perfect.” Marco chuckled as he slipped back into you with ease this time.

Deeper, so much deeper than before. You could tell you were drooling, lips parted as your breathing got heavy. Moans escaping unchallenged now as your body adapted to the rough fucking, the way he was going to breed you.

Marco couldn’t help but feel pleased, proud of himself for claiming you as his own, his mate. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last but, oh he wanted to fill you full of cum. Fuck his seed as deep inside you as he could.

Words failed you, all you could do was whine and moan out as you could feel your shameful end rushing to meet you. The heat that thrummed through your body as he started to pound in, slowly losing his composure as he was drawing close himself.

“Cum for me pretty bird, cum for your mate yoi.” His voice was smug, you could only imagine the smirk that went with it.

You hated that his filthy words were what got you over that hill, pushing you over the other side, crying out his name, begging, pleading for him to go just a little harder which he obliged, with pleasure. That was it, feeling that tapered tip twisting and twirling in the deepest part of your passage.

Body shuddering, voice shaky you came, and you came hard. Marco chuckled, a delighted sound echoed around the room, wings flapping as he drew close to his limit. He leaned forward as far as he could, seeing your fucked out expression he came, so much hot, thick cum, an inhuman amount was pumped into you.

You felt full, and it just kept going.

When he’d emptied himself inside of you, he slipped his cock out of your abused hole. Marco chuckled and watched the thick cum leak from your body. Wings soon turned back into human arms as he scooped some of the escaped seed and stuffed it back inside.

“Don’t waste my gift to you, tsk, what an ungrateful mate I have.”

You said nothing, you could hear the cruel smile in his tone, not needing to see his smirking face as you struggled to catch your breath. His arms wrapped around your middle, his lips leaving a trail along your body.

“Did you know, most birds mate for life yoi?” His chuckle tickled your skin, the implication of his words disgusting you.

[onepiece-of-yandere]

Hello,Franky! I'm here to ask if you can do a Yandere Marco fic?(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Ohoh it has been a second since I did a yandere. But I also have these written.

Yandere Headcannons Stowaway  Yandere Headcannons [N/SFW] Seasons Yandere Harpy Marco 

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Marco x GN Reader SFW [Tho it's a little IMPLIED for rude things] YANDERE THEMES WC: 800

Marco wasn’t a jealous man by nature, happy to see his partner flourish and make friends. He smiled watching as you laughed with Thatch, your hand on his arm as you threw your head back in another howling laugh at the joke the chef had made. Marco loved your laugh, seeing you happy made his heart sing. 

But once a month he became someone else, the phoenix inside of him riled up and angry. He was seething with jealousy, an emotion Marco wasn’t used to and wasn’t always sure how to deal with it, especially in a healthy way. He could feel flames roll over his shoulders when he saw you getting close to others, how Ace wrapped his arm around your shoulders and leaned in to whisper something.

Oh, he knew Ace was just a friendly guy and would never encroach on what was his but the phoenix was louder than his rational thinking as he strode over to where you and Ace stood, chuckling at whatever stupid childish thing Ace had said. 

You blinked when Marco’s eyes narrowed, staring down his nose at you with a look of contempt, his lip curled into a sneer as Ace quickly straightened up and jumped back, his arm falling from your shoulder as he cleared his throat. “Hey, Marco,” He nodded politely but Marco’s scathing look was focused solely on you as he replied to Ace without his usually chipper tone. “I think you have duties to be attending to, right?” 

The way those beautiful blue eyes continued to stare you down, causing you to wriggle in discomfort, wilting under the heat from his stare. He was such a laid-back person, you’d never seen him mad. The edge in his voice was causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand, an unpleasant sensation thrummed through you as he clicked his tongue against his teeth when Ace hadn't made any move on leaving you two alone, Marco took his heated stare off of you, fixing it on Ace instead.

“Well?” 

“Oh, Y-yeah,” you could tell how taken aback Ace was at the dismissive way Marco spoke to him, probably feeling the intensity of piercing blue eyes narrowed at him because he almost tripped on his foot when he excused himself.

“And you,” he started when Ace had scurried out of earshot. “Flirting instead of doing your tasks yoi,” He hummed in thought as he slid his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him, using his grip on you to direct you back to his office. “You think taking a longer break is okay because you can’t help yourself?” 

You hated how it was worded like a question but the glint in his eye as he pulled you against him told you he didn’t want your excuses, there was nothing you could say to get out of this. You stammered uselessly and let out an awkward chuckle. “S-sorry.”

“Oh little bird, you think sorry is good enough? I think you need to make up for the time you’ve cost us yoi.” 

Your feet couldn’t keep up with his long elegant strides of haste, his arm left your waist in favor of gripping your wrist painfully. His skin was cold, the phoenix and his rational brain fighting the war for dominance within him. You stumbled when he tugged you into his office, slamming the door behind you both.

“You just can’t be trusted out of my sight, can you?” Marco sighed, tilting his head to one side to watch the emotions flitter across your face as you felt yourself backed against the wall. Unable to take your eyes off the shimmering blue of Marco’s predatory gaze, his half-lidded eyes and lazy smirk firmly in place as you stammered again. He chuckled and put his hands on the wall behind you, boxing you in.

Marco smirked when you closed your eyes, trying to briefly escape the unbearable tension that threatened to drown you. “Well?” he pushed for an answer, you didn’t know what he wanted you to say but standing there like a cornered mouse about to be snatched up in the talon of a hawk wasn’t going to do you any favors. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, cracking open an eye to catch his reaction. His smirk faltered for a second, so fast you thought you’d been seeing things. “Sorry?” he hummed to himself before pushing your legs apart with his knee keeping it between your thighs. “Little bird, you are going to have to show me how sorry you are, I’m your boyfriend after all yoi.” 

“H-how?” you wished you hadn’t asked when you saw the smirk grow, something flashing behind his eyes, not entirely him, nor human. He leaned in, warm breath fanning across your skin, you could feel his lips move, sending a tremble of confused feelings throughout you. “I have some ideas…”

[onepiece-of-yandere]

Is this blog still active? I recently followed before realizing it hasn't been active for 2 months.

I am doing my best! I have alot of non yandere things needs doing but I wanna revamp it.

[onepiece-of-yandere]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Marco +18 AU End)

Main series, this is an AU ending specifically shipping Yandere Marco and Reader-insert. The rest of the series presumes platonic feelings on all parties, mainly between the Whitebeard Crew and Reader-Insert.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, possessive behavior, forced drinking, heavy kissing/touching, grinding, uhhh sorta monster fucker vibes cause Marco is low-key transforming the whole time, explicit sex (non-specific reader receiving). Dub-con vibes. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Also, do not tolerate any of this behavior in real life unless that's what you're into and it's agreed upon beforehand.

Stay safe and have fun.

Word count: 2,817

@cyborg-franky (as requestor and connoisseur of Marco)

You’d never actually stuck around for any of the parties that happened periodically on the main deck. While not an every night affair—the booze bill alone would bankrupt them after a week—it was a fairly regular occurrence. And as per your ‘grounding’ you were firmly planted in the middle, revealing the horrible truth.

You had no fucking idea what to do at a party.

As a kid, the most you saw were birthday parties with other kids. And as a marine well, you certainly were never invited to one of those for one reason or another. And of the few you did see, they were tame affairs with everyone nervously sipping booze trying to get drunk enough to forget a high ranking member was there but not so drunk they’d do something stupid. Your current partner doing their best to be the biggest jackass in the room. Maybe the wild parties happened after, you weren’t sure.

Thankfully, you were more relaxed than when you were first brought on board, otherwise the amount of times you’d been dragged into a side hug would have spurred you to do something drastic. Like bite people or scream. Your mug still mostly full as you had no desire to get drunk or get a hangover in the morning. You gave Thatch an awkward smile as he settled down next to you again with a laugh.

“Good to know you never liked parties and it wasn’t just where the party was happening that you took issue with!” Thatch cackled, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you mumbled incoherently into your mug. His smile softened as he leaned into you a little more, whispering into your ear. “You know, you could just go to bed. No one was that serious about grounding you. Although, usually grounding just means you can’t go on missions—which you’ve never been cleared for to begin with.” You huffed, unable to help yourself as that small, bitter feeling pooled in your chest.

The feeling of being small with no options but shit choices in front of you.

How freely did you really make your decision to stay? If you knew damn well it was the only one they’d let you take?

You were never one to dwell on things you couldn’t control, but this really did stick in your craw. Maybe because it affected everything you did. At all times.

What reason did you have to stay that wasn’t because they made you?

You remembered the relieved sound of Ace and Marco’s voices when they found you again. Wrapped in bandages and healing slowly, they held you gently but desperately. Like you’d break if they looked away. Marco’s eyes fixed on yours as he rested his forehead against your own. Like you were the only thing he needed to see.

He took every opportunity to hold onto you on the way back. Hands resting against your skin, fingers twitching around the curves of your body. Like he was moments away from pulling you into him and never letting go. A trill deep in his throat when you happened to lean back against him. Taking the chance to lead you by hand around islands as they searched for an optometrist while Ace scouted around excitedly, babbling about good food and possible frames you could get. Always advocating for eye searing colors while Marco chuckled, squeezing your hand.

“Oop. Looks like someone wants your attention.” Thatch mumbled into your ear. You looked up, eyes sweeping over the energetic crew as they all threw themselves into small competitions and loud conversations. “Nope. Up.” You turned your head, finally following Thatch’s gaze to find bright blue eyes cutting down through the darkness. Glowing softly as your heart stuttered.

Heavy gaze fixed on you as Marco sipped from his own cup lazily. Like he was stalking you and deciding the merits of taking flight to grab you in his talons or just diving down to pin you in place.

“…Ya think I’m in trouble?” You asked softly, a little worried as it had been a while since Marco looked at you like you were prey. Thatch squeezed your shoulder with a low, throaty laugh.

“Maybe if you keep ignoring him.” You grimaced and handed Thatch your mug, not confident in the least that you’d be able to hold onto it while climbing up to the crow’s nest. Thatch eagerly downed your drink and eyed the nearest arm-wrestling contest with a smirk, giving you a wink before walking off with loud cheers as he set to thoroughly beating his brothers.

You gripped the ropes as you steadily made your way up, Marco watching every motion with an intensity that made you increasingly nervous. But still, you knew running off would just… well, maybe not piss him off but certainly not help whatever mood he was in. In fact, you had a feeling that running would just make it worse. Whatever this was.

You huffed as you reached the crow’s nest, hands gripping the sides as you prepared to lift yourself up into it.

Marco’s hand skimmed over your cheek, palm tipping your head up at him as you stared breathlessly. Fire flickering in his eyes as his power rose closer to the surface. Blue licking between his sharp canines from the back of his throat as he smiled sweetly, predatorily. Like he was excited about how many ways he could eat you alive. Like he could already taste you on his tongue.

You froze, uncertain if it was wise to get any closer than you already were, high up in the air and away from help.

“You’ve come this far, bluebird. Join me.” Marco purred, the sound vibrating unnaturally in his chest. It wasn’t a question. It was a command. As sure as you were standing there, you knew that if you tried to turn back now, he’d just pull you into the nest anyway. If you could have ever turned back to begin with. His hand, hot and steady, slipped down your neck and shoulder. Caressing your bare arm as he fixed his grip around your wrist. He pulled gently and you followed, climbing into the nest with your eyes locked in his gaze.

He set down his mug and slowly ran his hands up your arms until his palms came to a rest against the sides of your ribs. Almost measuring your shallow, unsteady breaths. Then down to the hem of your shirt to slip back up again, teasingly stroking your skin as he grinned. He pulled you in closer, hands pressed into your spine as he lowered his forehead to yours.

His blue eyes were lined with gold, the pupils softening to a predatory, avian shape. Your breath caught in your throat as you were pinned in place.

“You barely touched your drink.” Marco trilled, fire licking your lips like scraps of silk. “Aren’t you thirsty, bluebird?” The air was frozen in your lungs.

Your response difficult to pull out despite the simplicity of your words.

“N-Not really.” You replied breathlessly, his eyes narrowing instantly. “Marco.” You said, mild panic flooding your body as you hoped that was all it took to soften the tension in the air.

If anything, it got worse.

Blue and gold embers crowding the space between you as he gave a low hum that settled in your bones. One of his hands slipped away.

His gaze remained on you as he pulled back, the cold, wet, rim of a mug pressed against your lips. The smell of booze heady in your nose, making you jerk back.

Marco frowned, an unhappy chirp jerking free from his chest as his other hand left the bare skin of your back.

He cradled the side of your head, his thumb pressing against your jaw firmly as he leaned over you more. Bearing down on you as he tipped your head back for the booze to spilled down your throat and the sides of your mouth. It was strong and burned in your chest.

You whined, nearly choking as you pressed your hands against his chest, heartbeat steady despite watching you take the contents of his mug.

The mug fell from his hand, completely empty as you gasped for air, choking around the burn in your throat. It was then that he struck.

Tongue hot against your collarbone as he chased what spilled up your throat and jawline, groaning into your ear as he licked the corner of your lips. Thumb still forcing your jaw open as he slid his tongue against yours. Chasing the taste of booze and your overwhelmed moan.

A sound too raw to be human vibrating in his chest as he kissed you, eyes hungrily watching as yours fell shut. It sounded like deeply carnal satisfaction—as though he was finally getting the chance to eat you whole like he craved. Hand fisted in your hair to keep you in place as he lapped at your lips, giving you mere moments to gasp for air before stealing that away again. Your heart pounding in your chest as you collapsed against him. Hand settling under your ass, nearly slipping between your thighs as he let you fall down as his own pace. Back gently falling to the floor.

He slot his thigh between yours, grinding you against the thick muscles as you moaned against his tongue. Drool—his or yours—dripping down your throat from the messy way he devoured you.

He pulled back suddenly, panting as he licked his lips with a hungry smile as you gasped for air, shuddering underneath him.

“Look. At. You.” Marco cooed as he leaned down to lick and nip your trembling lips. Tongue tasting your whimper before pulling back, a thick, golden string snapping as he swallowed hard. “Right where you belong. My pretty, little bluebird.”

“M-Marco?” You gasped, trying to steady your racing heart as his hand under your ass kept grinding you against his thigh. He clicked his tongue mockingly, kissing your forehead chastely as he pulled your shirt up higher.

“Shhhhh~ bluebird. No more words.” He whispered teasingly against your hair as he pinned you in place with his hand on your stomach. “I want to hear how a caged bird sings. You’ll show me, won’t you~?” Marco trilled, the whites of his eyes now gold as his pupils glowed with flickering phoenix fire.

Your body was now unbearably hot, your hands unable to push at his chest, just cling to him as you shuddered. A soft whine slipping from your throat as you tried to look away from him.

He laughed into your ear, nipping at the exposed skin of your neck.

“My pretty bird. I clipped your wings to keep you safe, you know. I’ve always been so weak for soft, pretty things. And you just keep getting softer.” Marco praised, his hand turning to tease top of your pants. “Show me how soft you can be and I’ll show you how sweet it is to be my bluebird. Cage and all~ I’ve always wanted a songbird to sing for me~”

Marco trilled loudly, slipping his tongue back between your lips as his hand went lower. Cupping your hottest place with a heady groan as you gasped, arching against him.

The crow’s nest was bright with floating embers like fireflies as your eyes watered. Tension growing in your body as you moaned, pinned in place as he chased your reactions. Teasing and kissing your heated body. Watching you with burning eyes as he toyed with you.

“M-Marco~!” You sighed, heat overcoming you in a wave of pleasure. Heart thundering in your chest as you panted, shuddering beneath him dizzily. Your pants were slowly dragged down, eyes reluctantly opening to look at Marco.

He licked his lips, taking in every inch of exposed skin before looking at you with a feral grin.

“Keep singing, bluebird. I’ve got so much more to give you.”

He licked his fingers, leaving a thick coating of gold spit before freeing his cock, the hairs partially flame as he fisted his length. The tip oozing pearly precum as he moved in closer. Kissing up your damp skin until he was between your thighs. The head smearing over your rim as he gripped your sides. Lifting you up as he slowly slid inside you.

His body rippled with phoenix fire as you gasped, spine arching as he stretched you out, pain fleeting as his power chased it away. Leaving you feeling overwhelmed and full as he pinned his thighs against your ass. His shuddered, a soft trill echoing off the confined space. Feathers spontaneously forming over his arms as he cradled your cheeks. Damp lips melting over yours as he rocked against you. Driving himself deeper as you clenched around him.

You moaned, swallowing hard around his tongue as something wound around your calves. Squeezing as they were lifted up higher. Marco’s cock splitting you open as he rut against you harder. Soft, wet smacks muffled under the sound of you both crying out. His body bending you under him further as he pinned you in place.

You came with a gasp, shuddering and keening as he nipped your lips. Thighs wet and trembling as he followed quickly with a deep, satisfied groan. The lights dying down as he panted hard, forehead pressed against yours as he licked your messy lips erratically. His eyes still glowed softly when he opened them.

He kissed you again, just a soft brush of your lips as he finished inside you.

Gently, as though remembering only now how fragile you were, he lifted you up into his lap. His cock still deep and hard inside you. Pinning you to his chest as he littered your face with soft kisses.

“The prettiest songbird I could ask for. Sweet and so soft for me~” Marco sang, fire still licking from his throat. “My little bluebird~ You can never leave me, don’t you know~?” Marco sighed with a sharp smile, gold flickering at his lashes as he squeezed your hips in warning.

Breathless and dizzy—from the booze, his ravenous kisses, or the way his cock still throbbed inside you, you didn’t know—you swallowed hard.

“…I know.” You whispered, closing your eyes as he kissed your cheek, rocking your hips against him. He tipped his head sharply with narrowed eyes, leaning forward to coo against your lips.

“And why is that, bluebird~?” He crooned dangerously, tongue flickering against your open lips. “Tell me why you’re never going to leave me~”

Marco sensually fucked you on his lap, trills vibrating your lips as he grinned wider.

“’M-Mm y-yo—ahhn~yours! I’m yours! M-Marco~!” You whimpered softly, heat building as you threw your head back. Breathing hard as his pace never faltered or slowed down.

Marco leaned against your arched chest, curling over you until his face was all you could see. Hand threading through your hair as he gave you a heated look somewhere between pity and pleasure.

“That’s right, my pretty songbird. You belong with me.” Marco pulled sharply on your hair as he grit his teeth, bouncing you harder on his cock suddenly, driving the air from your lungs in a sharp keening sound. “I’ll find you anywhere you try and run. Chase you to the ends of the earth until you’re right. Here. Singing that pretty song for me as I drive any silly thoughts from your head. Fucked stupid and weak on my cock as you should be. Love me, bluebird, and you’ll never need to think about your cage.”

You gasped for air, shuddering hard as you came with a breathless scream. Everything cutting out as you fell apart on him. Scattering like embers from a sacred fire.

You came to, bleary and weak in the dark. Arms wrapped around your naked waist under a thick blanket. Soft breaths wafting over your bare neck.

You moaned a little, stretching out against a toned body behind you.

“…Marco?” You asked blindly.

There was a gentle nip on your skin.

“Go back to sleep, bluebird. You can sing for me again in the morning.” You flushed as the low, gruff words. Marco’s arms pulling you in closer.

You squeezed your eyes shut, no less confused than you were hours ago at the party.

You felt trapped. Treasured. Loved and confined.

Like you were the only thing that mattered but you didn’t matter in the least.

It hurt and confused you but… in a strange, sweet way.

It…

It was okay to feel this way.

You turned into Marco’s chest, burying your face and tears.

Loving him was just… overwhelming. His arms tightened around you, rubbing over your back as he trilled into your hair.

“Easy, songbird. You’re safe with me.” Marco cooed.

And you accepted his reassurance. Knowing that, one day, you’d believe it too.

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Can you do a yandere marco where he finds out the female he kidnapped nests for comfort and his male bird instincts kick in of gathering things for her nest and bringing her food and gifts to convince her that he’s the perfect mate for her please

I don't write female reader. I hope you still enjoy this though!

Marco x GN Reader SFW YANDERE THEMES

You missed your island, your home, your life.

You’d heard the Whitebeard Pirates were kind people, they protected places, your home included.

But you had no idea you’d have caught the eye of the commander of the first division, nor did you think you’d have ended up in this room, far away from everything and everyone you’d known and loved.

He’d said something about what if we stopped protecting your island? And you’d taken it very much the threat it had been intended and had gone with Marco without a second thought. 

You hated your situation but you had a feeling you’d have been snatched by the zoan regardless of your answer and at least this way you wouldn’t feel the guilt of being the reason your home and friends would have been doomed.

The boat swayed in the storm brewing out on the sea, only a little, enough to lull you into feeling sleepy. The first time you’d truly let exhaustion overcome you and sleep fill you.

You grabbed up all the blankets you could find, making a comfy nest on the bed, just wanting to bundle up and be warm, seeking desperately the comfort the softness around could provide.

Grasping at anything to help you feel less terrified.

You were fluffing up pillows when the door opened and you glanced over your shoulder fearfully, seeing the tall blond and that growing lazy smile into a lop-sided smirk as his piercing blue eyes focused on what you were doing. He clicked his tongue and tilted his head to one side.

“Making a nest little bird?” He asked and stepped closer, shutting and locking the door behind him before he looked at the set up.

“Not a nest,” You mumbled and gripped the sheet, feeling instantly uneasy in the presence of the zoan. Who tutted before letting out a light-hearted chuckle, like he hadn’t forced you here against your will.

His birdbrain was running a mile a minute, this was his mate and he needed to provide for them.

He started to move around the room, going for a large chest in the corner and pulling out even more blankets, getting on the bed with you he started to arrange them.

You watched with wide eyes as he trilled under his breath, happy to be helping make a nest for him and his mate. You flinched when he turned to look at you again, eyes half-lided as he encroached on your personal space, pinning you against the headboard.

“This will be perfect yoi.” He hummed and leaned down, whispering into your ear about what a pretty little mate you were for him. You felt his hot breath on your ear and you felt a tremble overtake your body, feeling his hand under your chin.

Marco pulled away, tilting your chin up and looking down his nose at your terrified expression, the grin spreading across his face, a feral look on his face. “Mine.” 

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Hi Franky! I have this idea that’s been bouncing around my head for like a week now and i realized that since i absolutely love your characterizations of the OP characters, especially the WBP, i wanted to ask if you could pretty please do headcanons, or whatever you prefer, on Marco and Ace both being yandere’s in a poly relationship with reader, if that makes sense??

or if you prefer i would be okay with just your opinion on how you think that would work out because i love how you write the OP guys and i just would like your point of view. Thank you in advance if you choose to respond!! ❤️❤️

I can't believe I didn't see this one sooner, this is my jam, I am shaking the bars of my cage. Also thank you so much for the compliments <3<3 I try my best, I try and put my all in the way I write, even the chars I don't like very much <3

I hope you like!

What is scary about Marco and Ace as a team is how different they are.

Ace is overprotective, clingy, needy, and very jealous [with anyone who isn’t you or Marco and even then there are moments he’ll bristle and have an attitude]

Ace also doesn’t see the problems in his behavior.

This is backed up by Marco who knows exactly what’s going on even if Ace can’t see how he’s acting is bad. Marco will gaslight you into feeling bad questioning Ace’s actions.

You’ll go to Marco in confidence and talk to him about your problems with how jealous and needy Ace is, how you feel a little smothered and he’s handsy. Marco will just smile, pull you closer and explain that you are just overreacting.

Ace doesn’t see his issues, Marco does but Marco will excuse them. Marco is always telling you that Ace can’t help it and it just means he loves you both so much.

Marco knows what he’s doing is wrong but doesn’t care. He’ll make you and Ace so reliant on him.

He’ll make you feel so at ease, always whispering in your ear, and he’ll praise you both, He knows your weak points and how to get to them with vicious precision. He can make or break you with a single comment.

Marco will make you and Ace so reliant on his affection, his kind words, always seeking his approval,

He’s so smart and manipulative that balancing two people is easy for him. He knows exactly how much to play you against one another so he gets the most out of every situation.

Ace doesn’t notice, of course, he doesn’t, so starved for attention and desperate to hear praise and to know he’s loved.

Between how tightly Ace is clutching on to everything you give and Marco knowing to make you give up everything for him.

It’s a sticky situation.

Marco is too good, too practiced at covering up any mess that no one doubts the three of you are happy and all in love.

Ace normally approaches the person he likes and Marco decides if it’s the right fit. If Marco likes you he uses Ace as an icebreaker, since Ace is so easy to love and is blunt about his feelings. 

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☆RULES☆

- This blog has dark content and often N.S.F.W themes. If you don't like that you can leave here.

- I do write yandere/dub/n0ncon pieces

- I don't condone any of these actions in real life. Fiction is just fiction

- I do not write for Scat/underage/fury/snuff/vomit/pregnancy/racism/homophobia

- Only request up to two characters per ask. Unless headcannons then I allow 4!

- Be polite!

- Possibly to be updated soon

- For n.s.f.w I need to know if you want a male/female or gn reader. Anything with no preference will get gender neutral.

CURRENT PROMPTS

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Look- I- uh-

Anyway ✨(Yandere) Sabo✨

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Do u have a list of characters you don't write for available?

I am a lot more lenient on characters I write on this blog. My main blog I don't write like.. Croc or Doffy but here I do. I think it would have to be someone I really hate writing not to on this one.

Basically, throw it at me and theres a bigger chance I'll do it on this one haha

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Do you write for Dragon?

I wouldn't be confident doing him but I can try

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Chat last night got me thinking about feral half bird Marco~

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Halloooo this isnt a request but i just wanted to say that I really love your work. Everything is so well written I will bow to your absolute genius that gets put into the stories you write. Aboulute perfection thank you for being a writer I love your work so much

Ah! thank you sooooo much for such a lovely comment <3<3 I focus too much on my main blog and not enough on this one aah but I am back! the comment made my day ;-;

Honestly, thank you <3

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Hi,Hello but can I and for the prompt 1 with doflamingo? or crocodile? please and thank you, have a nice dayv

Need to give me two prompts to choose from as per the rules <3

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Hello there! I didn't see any specifics in your rules, but do you write for Katakuri? Thank you!

I don't write him on my normal blog but I can here BUT I have never done more then ONE THING with him so I would worry about it not being very good... aaah

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Prompts

Yes, I am back baby and I flushed out my inbox and here I am with new prompts that I found from @ / writeformesinpie.

RULES: If you want anything that is of N.SFW in nature you need to come off of anon. You can tell me you don't want to be known and I wont reply to you directly.

You need to give me TWO prompts to choose from and TWO characters.

Once a prompt is gone that's that.

So a request would look like "Hello Franky! can I please have prompt 1 or 7 with Marco or Ace? Thank you!"

On with the prompts..

“We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.” [Marco]

“With this tattoo I’ve claimed you.”

“Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to burn.”  [Ace]

“Don’t complain now – you did this to yourself.” 

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.”  [Hongo]

“You’re better off without them anyway.”  [Morgans]

“I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.”

“You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” 

“I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” 

“Why are you scared?”  [Shanks]

“You’re the only reason worth living for.”

“No one will ever find you here.”

“If you won’t take care of yourself I will be forced to do it for you.”

“I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. You’re all I can think about.” [Shachi]

“I’ll let you go when you understand this is where you belong.” 

“Your poor wrists… Maybe next time you’ll do what I say the first time I ask.” 

“The cuffs will come off when you start acting like someone who doesn’t need them.”

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way. It’s up to you.” 

“Haven’t we already moved past this? Do I have to train you again?”

“There is no end. We are eternal.” [Marco]

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hi franky!! i’m so excited for the halloween prompt list 👀 could i get prompt 8 (vampire) or h with a yandere twist for sanji or bartolomeo? thank you! ❤️

Okay this was fucking fun and I really hope you enjoy it my dear <3

Sanji x GN Reader Prompt: Cursed SFW YANDERE - HORROR THEMES Modern AU Word Count: 928

Nightmares, terrible nightmares flashed through your mind. They weren’t filled with monsters and demons though, no ghouls lurked in the corner of your mind to chase you screaming through the forests that had been planted in your mind. The nightmares that twisted and clawed at you as you ran were ones of factual nature, people, awful people that wanted to harm you, to ruin you, to do things considered worse than death.

You woke up screaming, body drenched in sweat, hair plastered across your forehead, and nightshirt clinging to your clammy chest as it heaved, gasping for breath, gulping down air, your hands balled up in the sheets as you heaved and tried to tell yourself it was alight, you were safe, this was your room.

Still, though, the coat that had been hanging on the back of your door lay slumped on the floor and the window was open a crack, you didn’t remember having opened it. Staring out the window, into the night sky where the moon greeted you.

Such terrible nightmares had started out of nowhere.

—

Sitting at your laptop with a tea clutched in one hand, you started to scroll and sighed a little, trying to work out why they’d started. Using the internet to ask your questions you found article after article that you’d been cursed and if you’d read that week ago you’d have laughed at the ridiculous notion of it all.

Now though? Now it felt heavy on your shoulders, gravity in the truth that rang out in the back of your mind. It felt real, it felt like this word summed up everything that had been happening to you. 

Cursed.

–

The strange online messages started to come in, random anon messages, accounts on discord you didn’t recognise. They said such an assortment of things, from crude comments to declarations of undying love, how the person would die without you.

You couldn’t stand looking at your laptop or your phone, no matter how many times you deleted, blocked or changed accounts they would follow you. 

Crying into your hands as the phone screen kept flashing, lighting up your dark bedroom for a moment you took a shaky breath, grabbing it, and ignoring the messages you looked online, how to break a curse, how to break a curse like the one placed on you.

You needed to confront the person who had set it upon you, and make them take off, if that failed you’d have to go to drastic lengths.

Please reply my love, I would die for you, I would give anything to be at your side! I can help you with your little problem….

Taking a breath you opened the message up and reapplied. You had a feeling the messages and the curse had been connected. Alright, please come and meet me, at the park at 6 pm.

I can’t do 6 my dearest! What about 10? I promise I would never hurt you!

Your heart beat faster, shit, you’d been right that they knew you. You had been so vague and random about the ‘park’ and they knew what one you meant, they did know you, they were close to you and you jumped up quickly, checking all the doors, all the locks, shutting the curtains and feeling the tightness of panic in your chest.

Fine.

You would simply tell a friend to meet you there, if you had someone in the area with you nothing bad would happen. You just needed to get this over and done with.

Sending a message to your best friend you told them to meet you at the park, the time and you’d tell them what it was about when you got there, that it was going to be okay, you hoped.

—

Standing in the park under one of the few streetlights you looked at your phone and clicked your tongue in annoyance, there was no reply from your friend or the stalker. You sighed and leaned against the light, gently bumping your head against the cool metal as you glanced around the area.

A small red light appeared in the distance, it bounced with the sway of walking, you looked up and griped your phone harder, having not heard back from your friend you felt panic erupt in your heart as your breathing became ragged but the small light got closer and closer.

The person stepped into the light and you sighed, letting your head flop forward as you laughed at how stupid you’d been, the red dot had been the light from Sanji’s cigarette. He took a drag and puffed it out into the chilly night air and raised a brow at how you were acting.

“Sorry, I’m a little late.” He said and walked closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close against him and you let him, melting against the comfort of a familiar face, his warm embrace.

“It’s fine, for a moment I thought you’d stood me up.” You mumbled and closed your eyes, you were safe with him.

“Were you worried I was the crazy bastard who sent all those messages?” He said with a laugh and held you with both arms.

“Huh?” You opened your eyes.

You’d never told Sanji why he needed to meet you, you hadn’t told him about the nightmares, that you were cursed, that you were being stalked…

“Curses are a bitch to lift even for those who cast them I’m afraid.” He mumbled and gripped you harder. “But I’m here, I’ll protect you from them…”