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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.” 

[onepiece-of-yandere]

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. 

[onepiece-of-yandere]

☆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

[onepiece-of-yandere]

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

[onepiece-of-yandere]

Do you write for Dragon?

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

[onepiece-of-yandere]

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

[onepiece-of-yandere]

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

[onepiece-of-yandere]

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

[onepiece-of-yandere]

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]

[onepiece-of-yandere]

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…”

[onepiece-of-yandere]

Hi hi Franky! Can I please have Shanks or Corazon for prompt K or L (horror themed movies)?? Thank you so much, I always enjoy your work ❤ have a nice day!

Yesss I decided to go with Corazon, I hope you enjoy this <3

Corazon x GN Reader Prompt: Getting lost in the middle of nowhere SFW HORROR THEMES Word Count: 543

“I can’t even see the hand in front of my face.” You said as you gripped his hand tighter, the darkness and the cold gobbled you up without care nor thought as you trudged through the snow, the crunching of crisp white underfoot did little to comfort you as the darkness wrapped around you, unforgiving as you held onto him for dear life.

Law was bundled up warm on his back, cuddled into the coat, a blanket over him. Both you and Corazon desperate to keep him safe and warm even when icy panic clutched your hearts and sent dread through you. No idea where you were, had you been turned around? The lantern had fallen, broken, its oil spilling on the snow and its pitiful flame had been long extinguished.

His lighter had done almost nothing in the pitch black, he’d tried in vain to light the way but all that stretched ahead of you was the black night and the white snow. You wished there was a tree or a rock or something but you started to lose hope, it just being a mess of nothing.

“Are we on the right track?” You asked though you knew the answer deep down, his hand the only warmth you could feel, like a lifeline among all of this awfulness, something that was keeping the fear at bay.

The creeping, gnawing fear that snapped at your ankles and pulled at the corner of your sight, thinking you saw something approaching from the sides, coming after you, wanting to cause you harm when you didn’t know if it was really there or your exhausted brain making up more problems for you.

“I-” Corazon wanted to lie, he wanted to put some sort of hope in you, Law was asleep, he could tell you the truth without worrying the boy but he didn’t have it in him to suger coat the dire situation He wanted there to be hope, not a false one he’d lied about..

Before he could reply to you, a sharp wind rushed over the snow, chasing you, hitting you like a brick wall and knocking you off your feet, your hand slipped from his, falling forward, your palms embraced in cold wet snow as you cried out his name.

You glanced up, where was he? The cold bit your skin, the wind threw spiteful flakes of snow into your eyes and stinging them, vision blurry as you put your head down, wanting the wind to stop attacking you. 

A voice, why was it so faint? You couldn't make it out but you swore it was your name. How did you get separated so fast? He was here just a moment ago! “Corazon!” You called into the wall of ice and solitude that draped over you as the darkness and snow had the land and the ground you tread, looking around with sore eyes and a sore throat, feeling like you'd been calling, screaming his name for hours, not mere seconds.

Falling forward you felt the snow rush to meet you, your face against the packed snow, your hands gripping it, fists balled up in the white as you let out another breath. “Rosi..” You called again, just howling wind as your answer.

[onepiece-of-yandere]

Hi! I hope you're not getting sick of my requests... v.v if I'm bombarding you too much please ignore this!! Otherwise, I'd ask for the other Halloween prompt: 9 and K with Zoro (it just fits so well!!) or Thatch please? :) Have a great day! 😘

I had fun with this one, I was hoping I could make this a little longer but.

Zoro x GN Reader MODERN AU Prompt: Lost in the middle of nowhere SFW HORROR THEMES Word Count: 712

“Your so stubborn.” You whispered as you clutched his hand tighter, giving it a death grip as you heard the leaves crunch under your feet, walking deeper into the forest, wanting it to be over, wanting to see a light through the thick trees, a house, a car, a road sign, anything.

“Look, it’s not my fault my phone died, you didn't charge yours before coming out either,” Zoro said with a snort as he stepped over a log, helping you to jump up and back down, a tree that had fallen somehow, your racing thoughts paused a moment to consider the possibilities of what had knocked it over so flawlessly.

You were shaken out of your musings as Zoro let out a sigh and gently pulled your hand, lagging behind as you stared around the seeping darkness. When you and Zoro had first set out the sun was gracing the world, leaning into early evening, shedding its brilliant golds for tinged pinks, but still, you had light.

Now the sky was inky, the last slither of blues far in the distance. At least your eyes had adjusted enough to get your bearings a little bit, see enough of the leafy forest floor to know if you were about to trip on something and eat ground. 

Silence surrounded you, eerie and still out here in the middle of nowhere, you’d have expected the sounds of animals, the flapping of birds returning to their nests, and the calls of other creatures starting their evening hunt. All that could be heard was your feet, twigs snapping underfoot, and the sound of your increasingly frightened breathing.

“It’s alright.” Zoro’s voice cut through the chill air and brought you back, blinking you looked at him, able to make out his face, he gave you a reassuring smile. “If we don’t make it to shitheads' party they’ll look for us and we can’t be too far off.” He mumbled and kicked a stone, hearing it ruffle the crinkled and fallen leaves.

“Yeah, your right.” You said with another sigh and jumped over a few bigger stones, making sure your hand never slipped from his strong grip.

No phones, no watch, no concept of time other than the night got colder and colder, darker and darker, if you didn't have Zoro you would have laid down on the cold wet ground and sobbed into your hands but with him here you could cling to hope, he might have gotten you lost but he was calm and knew how to survive.

You knew your friends wouldn’t let you down though, they were more than likely already looking for you.

–

Your feet hurt, they were soaked from trudging through the cold wet grass, falling into puddles that lay in wait, all small traps that couldn’t be detected, the only light you had from the moon was now selfishly hidden by the thick branches and leaves from the tree’s above. 

Another splosh and another freezing cold jolt as you landed in something deeper than just a puddle, up to your knee this time, Zoro pulled you out and held you close to his chest, neither of you retaining warmth as your ill-fated trek marched on.

“Your shivering.” He mumbled, feeling your icy fingertips, you just nodded and then yelped when he lifted you into his arms, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you.

The body heat helped you feel a little less scared, a little less chilled to the bone. You tried not to let your eyes close, the temptation to nap in his big strong arms was almost overwhelming. As you lost the battle with keeping your eyes open there was a bright shining light, right across your face, you moaned and raised a hand to shield your face.

A flashlight, maybe this was one of your friends! You felt Zoro keep you clutched to his chest, the voices that called for you weren’t ones you knew, with no warmth in their tones, and as you squinted past the light you noticed something in the person's hand.

“I'm going to put you down and I want you to run” Zoro whispered in your ear as your eyes focused on just what the object was…