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snailor-bee · 3 years ago

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Showering With You

Finally!! I have written the raffle winner! @darling-b I’m so sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it. She wanted “MarcoxFem!reader where it’s a mutual pining thing for a while and everyone knows the attraction is there but neither one is wanting to take that first step until one night something snaps and confessions occur and maybe make it NSFW??“ I changed a few things and uhhh really made it NSFW lol I hope you like it!!!

Marco x F!Reader / NSFW / 2.3k Summary: The two of you had been dancing around each other for long enough. Once Marco overhears your feelings, he decides to do something about it and follows you into the...men’s showers? Warnings: Overheard feelings, Marco POV, public sex (in showers), people walk in but don’t find out.

Thatch mixed just a little rougher than he needed to, the sauce sloping up and splattering against his chef whites. He had to bit down on a sigh as you carried on drunkenly complaining behind him.

You were a sweet girl, he reflected, but not even that sweetness could cover up the bitterness he felt at being basically forced to listen to you pine over the First Division Commander again.

As if Marco wasn’t head over heels for you either! The liquid sloshed against the edge as you rambled on, talking about how much you liked Marco but couldn’t bare to tell him, how he would hate you, etc, etc.

Variations of similar arguments he’d heard from Marco. Except those were more along the lines of ‘I don’t want to take advantage because of my status, yoi.’ And yet Thatch still had to watch the both of them circle around each other, staring with pining eyes when the other wasn’t looking.

Thatch was a patient man, but his patience was beginning to wear a little thin.

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Thatch asked, putting down sauce before turning to lean against the counter to face you. He blinked with surprise.

Your upper body was collapsed against the small table, which wasn’t surprising. But seeing Marco hover, frozen a little further behind you certainly was.

“Marco is just so cool, there’s no way he’d ever like someone like me,” you mumbled dejectedly.

“Aw come on now, who wouldn’t like a sweet thing like yourself? He’d have to be blind.” Thatch gestured meaningfully at you, raising his eyebrows at Marco.

For his part, Marco just shook his head, a rare look of complete shock over his face. Then, without a word, he spun on his heel and hurried away.

Thatch sighed.

Anxiety bubbled in his stomach as Marco paced through the familiar halls of the Moby Dick.

Overhearing your feelings was…unexpected. Maybe it shouldn’t be. Marco wasn’t dense, he was aware that you harbored some feelings for him. But he figured they would fade eventually, he hadn’t wanted to risk your friendship or abuse his status as First Division Commander in order to pursue something with you.

Everyone had been encouraging him to ask you out, however. Even Pops.

Marco groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with irritation. He knew you’d been drinking, this was probably a terrible time to bring this up. But he at least wanted to address it. The stress was going to eat him alive otherwise, he could tell.

Straightening his spine, he backtracked. Maybe if the the two of you couldn’t have an in-depth conversation right now (he didn’t want to have a serious conversation while you were drunk), maybe just bringing it up could ease his own nerves.

After peeking into the kitchen and getting berated by Thatch before he finally mentioned you had left to take a shower, Marco made his way to the showers just in time to see you duck into the men’s side.

He stopped and blinked a few times before double checking the door. Deciding he hadn’t imagined it, he followed you inside.

The sound of a solitary shower running greeted him as he made his way through the large bathrooms. Past the line of toilet stalls and urinals, he ducked into the back room, where a row of shower stalls with curtains stood.

One was pulled closed, and he could hear you humming within.

Desire punched him in the gut, as he spied your clothing in a pile on a nearby bench, covered barely by a towel.

Who knew what came over him, but numbly he felt himself start to undress, clothes joining yours before he pulled the curtain back just enough to join you under the warm spray.

You jumped and spun around, before the words died in your mouth as your eyes widened to see him standing there.

Marco swallowed, throat dry.

“I heard you talking with Thatch,” he explained, and you let out a squeak of distress. “Did you mean it, yoi?”

A beat of silence, with the running water the only sound. Your eyes stayed glued on his own.

Then, slowly, you nodded. He took a deep breath. “How drunk are you?”

“Uh, excuse me?”

“How drunk are you,” he repeated, voice raspy with desire. Marco was trying not to let his eyes trail down your body but it was hard, especially as you were doing the same to him, eyes flickering down the length of his body before suddenly jolting back up to his eyes.

“N-not really, just kind of tipsy, why—”

That was all the permission he needed, and he swooped down to capture your lips in his own. Your voice muffled against his lips as he pressed you against the tile wall, arms wrapping around you.

Both groaned into the kiss, as your hands reached up to bury into his hair. Marco could feel his hard dick brushing against your stomach and he hissed, trying to fight against the urge to rub against your body for some much-needed friction.

Breaking apart, the two of you panted. Your pupils were blown wide already, Marco noted, as you shook in his arms.

“Need to know you’re okay with this, yoi?”

“What, having sex in the women’s showers? I mean, if you are I’m game,” you replied with a saucy smirk. Marco quirked a brow before he worked in a thigh between your legs and ground up, and your mouth fell open in a loud moan, eyes closing as you chased the feeling, hips bucking against his thigh.

“You’re in the men’s showers,” he said and watched as your eyes fluttered back open with confusion.

“Huh?”

Marco reached out to run his fingers down your neck, past your collarbones before groping at a breast, as your back arched into it.

“You went into the men’s showers.”

“Shit,” you cursed. “Did I really—” Marco interrupted again with another hard kiss, no longer caring about the conversation. You had given your permission, your body working up patch of slick against his thigh he could feel even past the water running down both your bodies.

A hand suddenly wrapped around his cock and his hips thrusted into it, groaning loudly into your mouth. He broke away with a gasp, head bowed to lean against your shoulder as you continued to stroke him. You giggled quietly into his ear before twisting your hand in such a way and Marco moaned your name brokenly.

“Sounds like someone is having a good time!” A male’s voice commented loudly, and there was a burst of laughter.

You both froze, as Marco pulled back to stare at you with horror. Now that he was concentrating, Marco could sense two people in the bathroom. You were so distracting, he hadn’t noticed before now and he cursed in his mind.

“Probably thinkin’ of a certain gal.” One snickered.

“Who?”

“You don’t know?” The other asked before saying your name.

Marco felt his face flush as your face widened into a large smile. His erection had flagged slightly, but you began to stroke him again and he hissed.

“I suggest you get out,” Marco announced loudly.

“Aw man, why do we gotta leave? Don’t you have our own private shower? Why you gotta jack off in here?”

“Maybe he’s got company!”

Quickly, Marco broke away from your embrace and went to the curtain. Poking out just his head, his glare meant business and the three men straightened.

“I won’t repeat myself, yoi. Get out.”

There was dejected muttering and Marco retreated back into the heat of the shower. Turning around, he rubbed at his head in irritation, listening to them leave slowly. What was taking them so long?! Then he drew up short as he took in your new position.

You were facing the wall, hands against the tile, looking over your shoulder at him, grinning with mischief in your eyes. You pressed a solitary finger to your lips before your hands reached behind yourself, prying apart your ass cheeks for his viewing pleasure. Rising up on your tiptoes, you wiggled your ass invitingly.

Marco felt all the remaining blood leave his head and rush south. He bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood before taking the one step he needed to bring him flush against your body. One hand grabbed at your hip—hard—before taking his cock in his other hand.

He gave himself one stroke, still clenching his teeth. The men hadn’t quite left yet, still lingering.

But there was no way he could help himself, not with you offering yourself up like a delectable present, audience be damned.

Slowly, he lined himself up with your cunt, dragging his cock head along your folds. You released one hand to clamp over your mouth, the other coming to prop yourself against the tile. Marco nodded with approval, even though you couldn’t see it.

It was better if you had some leverage, rather than hold yourself open for him.

Finally, he began to press inside you. The heat was divine, even in the warmth of the shower. But it was the tightness that made him bend over your back, stifling his own groan, as you whimpered behind your palm. He wound his arms around your waist, as he pressed his forehead against your spine.

Inch by inch he pressed further and further inside of you. When he bottomed out, Marco briefly stretched out his observation haki. The men had gone, you were once again alone.

Marco straightened, bringing his hands to rest at your hips.

“They’re gone,” he said offhandedly before pulling out and slamming inside you quickly. You keened, hands scrambling for purchase against the wet tiles.

He didn’t let up, just set his brutal pace, grunting along with your moans. The suddenness of it all, combined with the fact that he finally got to be with you like this was making his orgasm crest faster than usual.

“Fuck,” Marco said, breathing out your name. “I’m close, what do you need—”

You let out a little breathy, “Ahhh.” Which sent Marco’s blood boiling before you reached out to grab one of his hands from your hips. You pulled it towards your clit, and he grunted with understanding.

Clumsy he circled his fingers around the bud, hands shaking just a tad. It was a lot to take in, this situation, suddenly being able to claim you like this, the way he’d been dreaming of.

Jacking off in his rack didn’t feel anything like you though and his other hand raised to clamp down on the back of your neck and you screamed as your walls clenched around him.

Marco moaned your name, thrusts becoming rougher as he fucked you up against the wall, keeping you in place, making you take it, take him just like he wanted.

“Marcooooo, I’m cumming!!” you whimpered out fast, nails scrambling against the tiles. Marco tightened his fingers around your neck while flicking your bundle of nerves, hips creating a jittering rhythm. He felt your walls flutter around him, as you came.

He grinned, the rush making his ears ring. Releasing your neck, you slumped more against the wall as he pushed some of his wet hair out from his eyes. His hands returned to your ass, rubbing appreciatively before grabbing at a cheek roughly.

You stuttered out a groan. “Marco, the water’s getting cold,” you mumbled. Marco snorted before laying a quick slap against your ass making you whine.

“I think you’re just trying to hurry me along, yoi,” he chided but returned his hands to your hips and pulled out slowly.

He did feel the water going from steamy hot to more lukewarm. Knowing the water on the ship, it wouldn’t be long before it turned freezing. Still, the coil of pleasure simmering low in his gut didn’t need much encouragement.

“Say my name,” Marco demanded as he slid back in, equally slow making you groan.

“M-Marco, pleaseeee,” you pleaded. His thrusts got a little faster.

“Yeah? Want me to finish? Want me to fill up your greedy little pussy? Want me to pump you full of my cum, yoi?”

“Yes!” you screamed. “Yes, Marco, I do, I do, please—”

“Wonder how long you’ve been wanting this,” Marco said as his thrusts became slaps against your ass, as his fingers dug into your skin. “Thinking about my cock opening you up just,” a slap, “like,” another slap, “this.”

You wailed in agreement, pressing back to meet his thrusts. Marco grunted, wanting to tease you more but he was balanced on the edge as it was.

“Mine, you’re mine, yoi.”

“Yours, Marco, come for meee.”

With a moan, he did just that, thrusting inside you deep, feeling that coil break as he released inside you, as you moaned brokenly.

The water was just beginning to get on the edge of too cold so with a trembling arm he reached out and shut it off.

Plastering his chest against your back, he fell against you, cock still firmly wedged inside you, and leaned against the wall heavily, you pinned under him.

“Marco.” You wiggled and he rubbed his chin against your shoulder.

“Shhh, lemme enjoy this.” He could feel your legs shaking and he sighed. You were shorter than him, so keeping his cock instead meant you had to be on your tip toes for most of the session. A shame.

Slowly, he withdrew and you sighed with relief as you came down to the pads of your feet. Quickly, Marco spun you around and pressed you against the wall again, making you throw back your head with a laugh.

“We should go on a date, yoi,” Marco said seriously, and you laughed louder.

“A bit late for that, yeah?”

Marco pressed his forehead against yours. “Is that a no?”

You snorted. “No, it’s a yes. I’d love too. Now let me go.” You patted his arm. “I’m getting cold, I wanna dry off.”

That night, you spent the night in Marco’s room. The next day when the two of you walked into the galley hand-in-hand, Thatch screamed out,

“Finally!” To a loud round of cheers.

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littlegodzilla · 3 years ago

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Hey! It's my first time on your blog and I saw your Oneshot about Marco Vendetti (geez I love that guy). Can I also ask you a request to write a one-shot about him as well, Where The reader saw her loving Uncle get beaten by Marco and his gang she immediately blocked his way and stop him from beating her Uncle due to his sickness and his old age but before they leave Marco threatened her uncle to kill him if he still didn't pay his debt (but originally the debt was from her father due to his gambling addiction. But after he died despite her uncle being a good older brother to him, he told Marco to pass the debt on him). After that incident, she secretly went to the viper's den and bravely confronted Marco, she asked him to stop and leave her Uncle alone but he responds he'll stop tormenting him if she is gonna trade her virginity to him and marry him as well to pay her uncle's debt (which he suggested to her uncle earlier but he got mad and told him he will never do that to his beloved niece, not over his dead body leading Marco and his gang beating him). Despite she was afraid that he's gonna torment her uncle again, She finally agrees and Marco told her to meet him in the hotel and gave her a beautiful red tube dress, and that night before she sneaks into their house she asks forgiveness from her uncle for doing this the reader left and meet him in the hotel.

Hi anon! Here I am!

I love bad guys I never tired to say it and I love Marco so I hope you'll enjoy this one shot!

As always sorry for my english!

Red Dress.

Marco Vendetti x Reader.

Anon Request. Characters: Marco Vendetti, Uncle Stephan, Dad Nikolas, and the reader. Warnings: Mob. Violence. Mentions of death. Abuses. Smut. Lost virginity. Words: 5000 (Sorry I think I made it so long) Summary: Your uncle can’t pay the debt he owes Marco, so his men give him a violent beating. To get Marco to stop abusing your uncle, he offers you a deal you know you can't refuse even though you hate him. Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @purple-serenity

It was a nice summer day. The classes were over, people were enjoying long walks in the sunshine, children were playing in the street, you had more time to be with your friends, help your uncle in his store and enjoy the summer.

That same afternoon you would come back from the pool from having a good time with your friends, from feasting your eyes on the boys showing off in their bathing suits and goofing around in the water. It was fun and you were at an age when it was all about hormones and desire. However the smile was wiped off your face when you heard a roar coming from your uncle's shop. Your soul fell to your feet as you saw two huge guys pull the old man out of the grocery store, throwing him to the sidewalk, landing several blows to his face and stomach.

"Stop it!" you shouted running towards them. "Leave him alone!" You demanded in a shouting voice, but the men had more strength than you, knocking you to the ground.

A groan of pain escaped from between your lips, but you didn't just stand there. Rising up like a spring you grabbed your bag tightly and hit one of them in the head. The men stopped to look at you, the two were about to hit you but you throw your bag back at them.

"Get the hell out of here!" you yelled.

"Stay out of here!" Said your uncle Stephan roughly. "They're Vipers! They're Marco's men!"

"Like they're the Lord's men! Get out of here!"

Your shouting started to get the attention of the police, it wasn't like they cared much, really, but their boss had just gotten out of jail and they didn't want to get in trouble with authority. Not for now.

You helped your uncle when the two bouncers left leaving you alone. You sat him carefully on one of the chairs in the store to make sure he was okay, you healed the marks on his face, but you had to take him to the hospital, you were sure he had a broken rib, or at least a fractured one. You were waiting in the hospital ward for your uncle to be treated and you kept fidgeting nervously.

"May I ask what happened?"

"It's nothing, you mustn't worry." Your uncle tried to calm you down.

"What don't I have to worry about, you almost got killed!"

"Really it's nothing, I've been a little late these days, but Marco will understand."

You shuddered when you heard the name Marco Vendetti, the leader of The Vipers. You hadn't heard from him in years, since he went to jail for killing a kid by overdose, he was supposed to be locked up for five years, but he had gotten out a little early for good behavior. You wanted to laugh when your uncle Stephan told you that.

Marco Vendetti didn't know what good behavior was.

The result of the violent beating turned out to be several bruised ribs, some even fractured, forcing your uncle to stay in bed on bed rest for several weeks. The man was devastated, if the store lost performance Marco would not collect his debt and when he returned things would get much worse than they already were. You were not willing to let anything happen to your uncle. Since your father died, he was the only family member you had left, he had always taken care of you, he had protected you and thanks to him you had been able to go to college. You owed him a lot.

So, although reluctantly, Stephan let you take over the store while he recovered. He was to be laid up for two weeks and you were to use that time to take care of him for once.

That afternoon you were finishing counting the till, it had been a really good day and week, there was still a long way to go to cover the payments your uncle had pending, but maybe you could negotiate with Marco, that he would let you stop in several times. Speaking of the King of Rome, the bell over the door of the shop rang and in front of you again stood the pair of bouncers who had beaten your uncle, but this time they were not alone.

With them entered a man with jet hair, ice blue eyes, a scar marking his jaw and a tattoo on his neck. His black shirt was tight around his shoulders and his pants made his legs endless. His lips caught the cigarette he held in his hand and the smoke slowly drifted out between his lips. Your hair stood up in goose bumps and you clenched your fists trying to calm down.

Marco Vendetti.

"Who are you?" his voice sounded surprised, slurring the words with a growl.

"She's Nikolas' daughter, Stephan's niece." One of the bouncers explained. His eyes swept over you from head to toe.

"Wow..." He walked slowly towards your position, a sadistic smile forming on his mouth. "How much you've grown, pretty girl, you're the one who beat up my boys?"

"I was only defending my uncle, your thugs attacked an older, sick and weak man." You barked in anger and he laughed.

"Honey, your uncle has fallen behind on his debt payments."

There wasn't enough money, there wasn't enough time for you to get everything Marco Vendetti had asked for earlier in the week. You weren't going to get everything he had asked for and he would come back, hurt your uncle, or worse, they might end up killing him and take over the store the man had so lovingly set up so many years ago.

You had to do something.

It was risky, you knew it was getting into trouble, going straight to the snake pit was never a good idea, but it was the only thing you could do. You would talk to Marco personally, you would ask him for more time, even if they were more payments, but you needed more time. Making sure your uncle was sleeping peacefully you slipped out of the house through the back window, down the fire escape avoiding anyone who could see you, you left it extended so you could climb back up. Even though it was summer, the streets were quite empty, which made fear invade your body for a few seconds, you couldn't go back now, you had to help your uncle.

"Marco, look what I found at the door." Said Jimmy shoving you violently inside the premises where The Vipers had their settlement.

"Get your hands off me!" You roared as another of Marco's men grabbed your arm.

"Well, well, what have we here?" Marco slowly approached towards your position, as usual, a cigarette decorated his fingers, his cruel smile painted on his lips. "Do you know you just walked into a viper's nest all by yourself, gorgeous?" You heard Vendetti's men laugh at his stupid joke, but you rolled your eyes in disgust.

"I need to talk to you." You wanted to get straight to the point, the less you were there the better, you didn't even want to think what they might try to do to you.

"Oh yeah, you need privacy?" he joked, but you watched as he adjusted his package over his pants and grimaced.

"It's about my uncle's debt... I need more time." You tried to talk some sense into him, he grimaced in boredom and inhaled sharply from his cigarette.

"I gave you a week, honey." He stood barely inches away from you, blowing the smoke over your face, your eyes filled with irritated tears and you coughed violently. "That's long enough."

"No, it's not, it's too much money. If you could delay payment I'd..."

"You what, what would you be willing to offer me, what do you think you might have that might interest me?" You watched as he licked his lower lip before filling his mouth with smoke again.

"Anything, raise the debt, ask me for another payment, I don't care, I'll have it, I just need time." You assured him, but he shook his head unconvinced.

"That wouldn't be fun for me, I don't really gain anything." He shrugged. "I'm not interested in your deal."

"Ask me for anything!" You grabbed him by the wrist when he tried to pull away. He let go of you and grabbed the back of your neck pulling at your hair, you gasped at the sensation of pain that shot through your scalp.

"Whatever?" he bit his lip and ran his gaze up and down your body again. "Would you be able to sell yourself to pay off your uncle's debts?"

"A-Ask me for something else..." you averted your gaze feeling your cheeks redden and his smile grew much wider.

"Oh, now I get it... No one has ever touched you, is that it?" a growl came from his throat, his nose brushed your neck. "That's my deal, you want more time? Then give me your body and I'll give you as much time as you want."

"You're sick." You let go of him with a violent shove. "I'll get the money, you can keep your dick in your pants again."

You got the hell out of there at full speed, Marco didn't have his men come after you, he let you go, but the fear was still in your body, you felt yourself trembling, the grip of the leader of The Vipers still on your hair, the feel of his nose on your neck still had your goose bumps. You went up to your room again and curled up in bed, thousands of thoughts running through your mind, feeling defeated and devastated because you didn't know how you could help your uncle. You knew that if you didn't pay Marco would show no mercy the next time you met again.

Payday was getting closer and closer, you had barely managed to get some money together, people were spending the days out of town to enjoy the warmth and sunshine, they were being bad days in the neighborhood and in the store and you felt you were starting to despair. Your uncle had gone back to the store, he couldn't stand or wait on his feet for long so you took turns, leaving you time for yourself, but your mind was always thinking about Marco and his thugs.

You came back that day from doing some shopping, your uncle was still working so you would take care of making some food for both of you so the man could rest afterwards. You entered the house greeting the old man as you walked into the kitchen leaving the basket of groceries on the living room table. Stephan peeked through the door smiling at you in a mysterious way, confusing you.

"What's wrong?"

"A package has arrived for you, it's quite large, no return address." She informed you and confusion turned to surprise. "Do you have a secret admirer, should I go into overprotective parent mode?" he joked and you laughed with him shaking your head.

"Don't worry, I highly doubt it's that, man, I don't have time for boys." You joked, but you saw his gaze darken, saddened. You sighed and gave him a hug. "Where did you leave it?"

"It's in your room."

"Thank you."

On the bed your uncle had left a rectangular box, off-white with a gold lid, on it was exquisite calligraphy with the name of the store. Your body vibrated as you discovered that it was a rather expensive and exclusive clothing house in town. A twinge in your stomach made you tense up. With trembling hands you opened the box to discover inside a beautiful red dress that glistened in the light coming through the window. A gasp escaped from between your lips when you touched the soft, fine fabric as you took it out of the box to get a better look, it was tied around your neck, leaving a suggestive and pronounced neckline in sight, besides it seemed to fit your body when you wanted to wear it. The doubts were still in your mind about who could have given you that gift when you saw a small card inside the box. You carefully folded the dress over your arm to take the card. Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry when you saw who it was.

"Put it on and come see me at this hotel. It's time to take your responsibilities. M.V."

You frowned as you read the note, you needed to do it a couple of times to try to understand what he was referring to. Responsibilities? What was he supposed to be talking about? You were already taking your responsibilities, you were trying to help your uncle, save him from that debt they had outstanding with the Viper, however from that note it seemed that Marco knew something else that you were unaware of.

You tried to talk to your uncle, to know what he was talking about, but the man dodged your questions at all times, diverted the conversation to other topics, pretended to be tired or unwell to leave you with the word and hide in his room like a little child.

You were starting to get angry with your uncle, you needed to know what Marco Vendetti was talking about, but if you were going to ask him himself for explanations you knew it was getting into the lion's den.

However, you had no other choice.

The day Marco had summoned you to the hotel, you were ironing your dress over your body, feeling ridiculously naked. Despite being dressed in the red dress Marco had given you, you felt that the thin fabric did not cover your body. You looked at yourself several times in the mirror and sighed a long sigh. In your head you had a plan, you would go there, ask him for explanations, give him back the dress and get the hell out of there, just like that. You made sure your uncle was asleep when you walked into his room leaving him a little note on his nightstand.

"Sorry, I'll fix this. I love you."

Prayed the note you left him before you carefully left the house putting on your heels as you reached the street so your footsteps wouldn't echo in the front yard and might put your uncle on alert. You hailed a cab as he passed you on the street and asked him to take you to the address of the hotel.

An exclamation of surprise caught in your throat as you discovered the huge building before you. You paid the cab driver when you regained your ability to speak and awkwardly walked to the entrance, the bellhop at the door opened politely, you smiled hurriedly and walked to the front desk where a woman watched you curiously. Your whole body was shaking like a fan and you needed a second to find your words.

"Good evening... I had an appointment with Mr. Marco Vendetti..."

"One moment, please." The receptionist looked up the man's details and nodded. "Mr. Vendetti has not yet arrived, but he gave us directions to wait for him in the room he has reserved." She informed you and your heart thumped hard inside your chest. Of course, a room. "Here are your keys, you can use the elevator to the third floor, the room is down the hall." He indicated leaving you the keys on the counter.

"Thank you very much." You whispered taking the keys with trembling fingers following the directions the woman had given you, feeling her eyes boring into the back of your neck, feeling like a prostitute.

You closed your eyes, your heart hammering inside your chest as you heard the door to the room open, then close with a soft click. You didn't dare turn around to face him, you weren't prepared for the conversation you might have pending, now you felt the need to run out of there. Even though you knew it was too late.

"I see I got the dress right." You heard his voice and footsteps behind you. "You look beautiful." He was sincere, but that didn't make you feel any better.

"We need to talk..." You tried to get back to the point as you turned around, fiddling with the hotel card between your fingers nervously.

You were surprised when your eyes locked on him. The man had dressed up for the occasion, or so it seemed, he wore his hair messy, a white suit jacket, black shirt with the first few buttons open and white peg pants as well. As much as it hurt you had to admit that the man was handsome as Hell. You took a long sigh trying to refocus on why you were there. Marco took off his jacket leaving it on a chair in the room walking slowly towards you, calculating his every move, never taking his blue gaze off you. When he was close enough you reacted by handing him the note he had left in the dress box.

"What's the meaning of this?" you spoke watching as his gaze fell to your hands and his smile tugged at his lips.

"I see your uncle is still not telling you anything."

"What should he tell me, what do you know that I don't?" you tried to inquire, but he shook his head.

"No, it seems to me that it's not going to be that easy. You want information? Well, tell me, what's in it for me?" he challenged you, you stammered several times and looked at yourself, you knew perfectly well what he wanted from you.

"I've come all this way, haven't I? I put on the dress..." You mumbled looking for what you really wanted to say. You jumped in your own skin when his fingers caressed your bare arm.

"Are you going to let me take it off? What made you change your mind? Are you that desperate to save your uncle?" you knew he didn't care, he really didn't care what you answered, he was just playing with you.

"It's the only thing I have, if this way I can get him to settle his debt to you..." You lowered your head feeling defeated. His smile widened, his proximity disappeared in a couple more steps, his two hands gripped your shoulders and he held your chin to force you to look at him.

"I'm going to take your body, you're going to be mine, I'm going to fuck you over and over again on that bed." His thumb caressed your lips, your eyes filled with tears. "You're going to beg, you're going to moan, I'm going to make it so tomorrow you can't walk again." A tear ran down your cheek, but the leader of The Vipers didn't care.

His hands closed over your cheeks kissing you intensely. You held him by the wrists panting as his tongue burst into your mouth carelessly, tangling with yours, making you retreat a few steps until your back hit the wall of the room. He released your cheeks unbuttoning the collar of your dress to pull it down to your waist, even though it's not cold, you feel your skin react to the change in temperature. Your nipples harden as they are exposed, his hands close around your tits, squeezing them, massaging them between his fingers. You moan low without being able to control yourself as he leaves your mouth, his lips running down your neck where he kissed and bit your skin, his fingers still playing with your nipples, tugging them lightly until they were completely hard and erect.

Marco wanted your body and he was going to get it.

He left you completely naked before him pulling your dress down to your feet. His eyes roamed all over you, his hands touched, caressed every curve of your body enjoying the soft touch of your skin against his palms. You gasped, looking sideways at him, cheeks flushed, breath hitching, fists clenched not knowing what to do with your hands. An exclamation of surprise died on your lips as his fingers brushed your little button between your legs, you closed your eyes covering your face with both hands, feeling shame wash over you.

"I can't believe no one has ever touched you here before..." Marco's voice was rough, deep. The tip of his middle finger moving in small circles over your clit sending all over your body cramps of pleasure, sensations swirling in your belly for the first time, confusing you. "Look at you... So pure, so lost... You haven't even touched yourself, have you?" his voice sounded with an amused tone mixed with pure lust.

You were unable to look up, your body cowering against him, feeling his hand forcing your legs open, touching your swollen muscle more intently with his index finger, his middle running down your slit, parting your folds. A jolt shook your whole body, your eyes opened wide as your hand clutched at Marco's arm, he looked down at you with an amused smile.

"It feels good, I know. I'm being careful with you, pretty girl, you should be grateful." There was something cruel in his voice, something that was obvious that promised he wouldn't be as careful as he claimed, he was just biding his time. He pulled away from you leaving you with a strange feeling of abandonment in your body, you saw him shed his clothes leaving only his boxers, his cock was marked against the fabric, evidence that he was starting to get aroused. He laid you down on the bed and positioned himself on top of you moving his hips against you, pounding your cunt with his cock still covered by the fabric. The action made your pussy begin to moisten again, soaking your folds, wetting the fabric of your underwear.

"I want to feel it." He spoke again drawing your attention realizing that his mouth was lowering dangerously between your legs. "I want to feel you cum for the first time. Let me taste what you taste like." His gaze riveted on you one last time before his lips closed over your swollen, needy clit.

Your body arched, involuntarily your legs closed against his head and your hands pulled at the man's hair. You didn't know how to define what you were feeling at that very moment as his lips caught your clit, sucking on your sensitive muscle, his tongue licking it, making a stimulating pressure on it as his lips closed a little tighter. You moaned uncontrollably, Marco opened his mouth wider to embrace your folds, his tongue flicking up and down your slit tracing your wetness until he pressed his tongue tip into your tight entrance. Your body tensed, your eyes widened and you heard Marco grunt as his mouth devoured you prolonging the orgasm that shook your body. He pulled away from you slowly, licking his lips, his eyes completely dark with desire, a smile etched on his mouth.

You cowered on the bed trying to protect your nakedness, feeling that your body was still recovering from the spasms coursing through it, tears pooling in your eyes began to run down your cheeks, but Marco didn't feel sorry for you. He crawled over your body to leave you trapped under his body, he wiggled his hips, his hard, needy cock rubbing against your hip bone leaving a wet trail over your skin.

"Did you want a treat?" He spoke over your ear catching your attention, making you look up at him. "Well, here's my deal; You will be mine, your body will belong to me, you will marry me and I will put a baby inside you." He hissed biting your neck. You gasped in surprise and shook your head sharply.

"N-no... No!" You tried to push him away so you could get away, but he held you back against the bed, pinning your wrists on the mattress, wedging himself between your legs so you couldn't get away. "Please don't!"

"Do you want your uncle to keep paying the debt that belonged to your father?" his words chilled the blood inside your veins.

"No... That's not... He would never..."

"Your father had gambling problems, he couldn't pay us back and when he died your uncle took over his debt so he wouldn't give you any trouble." He smiled with pure evil shining in his eyes. "He was afraid I might take advantage of you... And look at you, you finally came to me all by yourself."

Tears ran down your face again, feeling the anger growing inside your chest, the helplessness overtaking you, the feelings of guilt and shame building up, all this time believing your uncle was in trouble when in truth he was just protecting your stupid ass, for what, so that you would end up where he had tried to keep you from ending up, under Marco Vendetti's body, becoming one of his whores. You tensed as the man moved his hips, his cock hadn't lost its hardness at any point, it rubbed between your folds, its tip pressing against your over stimulated clit.

"Are you finally going to take responsibility for your debts?" Marco whispered again, there was malice, cruelty and amusement tinging his words, but you knew he was right. That was all about you, you had to finally take responsibility.

"O-Okay... I'll marry you..." You said so softly that Marco thought for a moment he had dreamed it. "But promise me you'll leave my uncle alone... None of this is his fault."

"Don't worry, I don't give a shit about your uncle." He assured you.

He held one of your legs to get better access to your cunt, his cock pressed against your entrance and pushed feeling your body react instantly to the intrusion by tightening around the tip of his cock that had barely managed to enter. A cry of pain came out of your mouth, you arched up and rested your hands on his chest wanting to push him away from you. It hurt, you felt uncomfortable, you didn't want him to continue, but Marco didn't stop, he pushed slowly pushing his length into you little by little, stretching your walls, making you lose control of yourself, again a strange sensation swirling inside you. It hurt, but at the same time the tugging you felt in your lower belly was nice and satisfying.

"S-Stop! It won't fit!" you cried out feeling full, your head dizzy, your mind clouded by the multiple sensations rushing through you at the same time.

"Of course it fits, honey. Your tight little pussy is taking me fucking good. I feel it squeezing me." His voice sounded husky, ecstatic, pleasure taking over his own judgment.

With one last thrust Marco was completely inside you, he needed a second to control himself and not cum at the sensation of your vagina suffocating his cock between your walls. You were grateful that he stopped, getting used to his invasion, the pain still shaking your body, you could feel the tip of his cock against your cervix, wanting to go much deeper, to reach his goal of impregnating you at that very moment. Before he could fully accommodate you to his size Marco began to move, pulling his cock out slowly again, leaving only the tip inside you and then thrusting all at once, all the way to the hilt, hitting your cervix again. You moaned loudly, arching under his body, digging your fingers into his arms. He released your leg to rest it on his waist and holding on to the sheets began to thrust at a frantic pace. In and out. Fast, brutal, deeper and deeper. The sensation of him pounding inside your loins each time he thrust inside you began to produce sparks in your vision turning you into a mess under his body letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

"That's it, take me completely." He growled in your ear, his lunges becoming more demanding, on the verge of his own orgasm. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill you so good, I'm going to put our baby inside you." He moaned against your ear and thrust several more times. "I'm going to fuck you until that stomach fills up." He assured you and lay completely still inside you. You closed your eyes holding in a gasp as his cum splashed and painted your walls white.

"Your father's debt is settled." He told you as he let you curl back onto the bed, your body marked by his hands, his teeth, your cunt dripping with his cum. "You belong to me now."

THE END!

I hope you liked it! That the idea was what you were hoping for!

See you in the next story!

#normanreedus #norman reedus #smut #marcovendetti #marcothevipers #marcothedeuceswild #marcoxreader #marco x reader #smut one shot #anon request #fanfiction requests #ask me #mob #lost virginity #red dress #thedeuceswild #the deuces wild

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dazai-chuuyabby · 4 years ago

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The 5th Ackermann - 40- The Hearing (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1004439204-the-5th-ackermann-40-the-hearing?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Letmekenma&wp_originator=TpJNZKP0U6EePs4%2Bhw4fNTFeW43ELci9nQbPCq0jiNsT737MuPYPxONi0%2F8eadXafqc7WoSX9SYNbaoR3spve%2BZbSS9loG0Vk%2Bhfq0uVRx2B71vaBgjFsO56XEals7Cp (AOT/SNK boys x reader) Y/n Ackermann. A young girl who lived in the deadly underground with nothing but a knife and her older brother Levi. They want to go to the surface and get out of the slums. How could they reach such a miraculous PARADISe with almost nothing but each other? (I don't own the characters or pictures unless stated otherwise) (This does go in order so it may be confusing if you skip around.)

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rueririn · 4 years ago

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So in today’s game of “should I click the fanfic”, we have obscure Zoro x OC fic that is either a ship fic or another fic where the writer doesn’t understand that the x means relationship. As an aro that doesn’t feel like reading romance today, this is a weirdly common bet I have to take.

#personal #staring skeptically at the whitebeard x child reader fic in the corner #I literally saw a 'marcoxreader but it's not a shipfic' in a summary the other day #had an abrupt realization that this was just a reader insert and not a haremfic #and probably lots of the strawhatxoc around are that too #like please #who changed the meaning of the x #stop using x for everything just say your oc is in the story pLEASE

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nanaloveswo-men · 3 years ago

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"Your chicken is wearing my necklace"

Hello! As you guys can already imagine, I'm a non native english, so I'm kind of insecure to post this.

I didn't even finish my english course, still, my love for writing made me do this.

I'm sorry for all the mistakes, take easy on me pls 😩

This is a MarcoxReader fic, and I don't remember to put any pronouns, so, everyone can read this.

I love this piece, Marco and Ace are a good pair of friends to write about (except that Ace isn't a human here 👀)

Hope you guys like, I'm excited to write more stories like this one.

Word count: 1,1k

Your life changed to hell since your new neighboor moved to the house next door.

The neighborhood who used to be calm and silent turned into a caos. It looks like the blond man has lots of brothers and they really like to have fun, conclusion: every.fucking.day. they throw a party. For someone like you that have to wake up early in the morning, being his neighboor is just torture.

Honest, you tought that things couldn't get worse, spoiler, you were wrong. The man, - later discovery as Marco - has a chicken. Yes, a chicken. Not a dog, not a cat or even a little pig. He has a chicken, a loud one.

The animal was a pain in the ass, how you know this? Simple, on a beutiful saturday - one you would sleep til noon - your peaceful dram was interruped because of a persistent noise comin from your bedroom's window. The fucking chicken was knocking on the glass, its beak hitting with no stoping, in your head you could hear the animal laughing at your anger.

Later that day you found out the chicken had a name, Ace, and for Marco, Ace was part of the family, so he made sure that you would remember the thing's name, but the only thing that stuck in your mind was that you hated both of them. Never before in your whole life you wanted to eat chicken wings more than in that moment.

After that event you decided to just igoner your new neighboor and his stupid pet. Unhappy, sometimes things don't go as planned.

[...]

You were reciving a mail package when you saw it, better, when you saw he, Ace. He was peacefully walking on the sidewalk, more calm then you ever saw, "strange", you thought. Looking around searching for Marco, you didn't found him, even tough his front door was open.

Minding your own bussiness, you didn't give a shit about neither of them, just listening to the mailman and waiting to get your package. When you less expected, Ace passed by you just like the wind, running directly to your living room and almost dropping you to the floor.

You stayed frozen by the door, you couldn't believe that the chicken had entered in your house. When you finally could think straight, you quickly thanked the mailman and started to chase Ace, lefting your packgcage on the porch.

You ran as fast as you could, screaming all the words that came to your mind.

"Fucking chicken, I'm gonna eat you alive!"

Ace jumped onto the sofa, searching something between the cushions.

"Get out of there, you jerk!" - you said, calmly getting near the couch, trying to not scare him away.

When you were almost catching Ace, he hid himself in the middle of the bunch of cushions and pillows that you have.

Silence.

For some seconds everything stayed silence, you standing frozen trying to see where the chicken was.

All you could see was a orange thing jumping out of the couch, running directly to your bedroom's hallway. When you tried to run after him, you hit your toe against the wall, grumming loud.

"Fuuck" - you grabbed you feet, bending your body down.

Even with your pain, you still could hear Ace running, ignoring everything, you went to him again, this time finding him in your bedroom.

He was there, the little devil sitting on the top of your bed, really calm, like he wasn't causing trouble everywhere just some seconds ago.

"I'm going to kill you" - these were your lasts words before you to entered in a full fight, you trying to catch Ace, and him trying to run away.

When you both weren't expecting, a laugh come to the door, Marco. He was standing there, laughing like his chicken wasn't making a hell in your life.

You were mad. Very mad.

"MARCO! Get your fucking chicken before I make him my dinner!"

He still had the courage to laugh more in your face, almost curving his body down.

"Ok, ok, no need to get violent, yoi" - he moved his hand in a tentative to calm you down, spoiler, it didn't work.

Ace, more than happy, jumped into Marco's arms, he was enjoying the fact tha he was alive to see one more day.

"At least he is scary now" - you thought.

Seconds had passed when you finally notice something.

"Wait, how did you get inside my house?" - was your question.

"Well, the door was kind of open, and I heard some screams, so I entered, afterall, I couldn't let my neighboor get hurt right?"

You were ashamed now, if Marco could hear your screams, then the neigboor could hear them too. You're face was red now.

"I'm not going to thank you, if it's that what you are waiting".

"Trust me, I wasn't waiting for that" - he answered, with a smile on his stupid face. - "Well, I think that I should be sorry now - you just agreed with your head - "So, why don't you let me take you to a coffee?It's date"

Your face that was red before, now was on flames. You couldn't believe he was flirting with you in this moment, and apparently, Ace couldn't believe this too, he was moving his little head to Marco and then to you really quick.

Talking about the chicken, you looked right to his face, wondering if you should accept or not, Marco was a cool guy afterall, and you couldn't deny that his lazy voice and smirk make you hot.

"Marco."

"Yes?"

"Your chicken is wearing my necklace"

"Is this a weird way to say that you're going to the coffee?

"No, your chicken is really wearing my necklace!"

Marco immediately turn Ace to fit him, and he saw, a beutiful red pearl necklace in his neck. Marco tried, he really tried, but he couldn't stop the laugh that was inside his mouth.

"I'm sorry about that, I'm sure he wasn't trying to steal it"

Marco was surprised by your own laugh, but what could you do? You didn't see this everyday, a chicken wearing a necklace, so you just let the moment happen, the blond, Ace and you just enjoying.

"He can stay with necklace, I think it suits his orange head, but you'll have to take me to a good coffee."

"It's a deal."

You got a good date and Ace got a pearl necklace.

I sorry about the drawing

#art #one piece #marco the phoenix #marco #fushichou marco #marco one piece #ace one piece #marco the pineapple #one piece x reader #marco x reader #marco the phoenix x reader

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laceymorganwrites · 5 years ago

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Sorry if you can’t write Haruta. I hope he would get more screen time in the manga/anime. Is Marcoxreader okay? Whitebeard and Whitebeard pirates reaction to Male!reader but the reader is a noble who hates his life and runs away with his abusive snobby parents hunting him down. And he also became a devil fruit user along the way.

https://laceymorganwrites.tumblr.com/post/613270024588820480/marco-x-exnoblemalereader

there you go! I hope you like it <3

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weirdassbutt-blog · 9 years ago

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"My Missunderstood Bad boy" - from Marco Diaz x Reader: One shots (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/wQI2UmHfLv

#fanfiction #creamer #marcodiaz #marcoxreader #oneshots #starbuterfly #starvstheforcesofevil #books #quote #quotes #qotd #wattpad

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snailor-bee · 4 years ago

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Starling Days

Another writing I did for myself! It’s uh, very self indulgence? *sweats nervously*

Marco x GN!Reader / NSFW / 5.4k Summary: To be entirely frank this is a Monster/Alien inspired Marco fic! So basically humanish/monster fucking. Please be warned if you feel that would bother you! Female body but I didn’t use pronouns. Warnings: Monster fucking, teeth/long tongue, used the word “cunt” and “pussy”, if anything else makes you feel like I should tag please let me know!

You paced restlessly around the living room, every now and then stopping to give the door a brief glance before returning to your pacing. Your friend sat and watched you with an annoyed look.

"You know, getting all anxious like that isn't going to make it arrive any sooner," they pointed out wisely. You collapsed into a nearby chair.

"I know, I know," you replied, leg already jiggling. "I'm just excited! They said they're out for delivery so it should be soon right?!" Your friend scoffed.

"Don't know why you're so excited, it must have a lot of problems for it to go so cheap. Its previous owners must have complained."

"He, he goes by he," you answered distractedly while checking your phone for any updates.

They sighed. "He, of course, how silly of me to forget that. What about every other part of that sentence?"

"You're just jealous you couldn't get such a great deal yourself!" You said with a smile while pocketing the phone. No new updates, just the dreaded 'out for delivery' teasing you with its lack of information.

They crossed their arms with a frown. "I'm serious, shouldn't you be more concerned about this? Having one secondhand is—" They were cut off by the doorbell and you shot to your feet.

"He's here!" You exclaimed as you hurried to the door, body shaky with adrenaline. Flinging it open, a delivery woman stood there bored, someone tall looming over her. Your heart skipped a beat as he stared down at you, bright blue eyes looking so inquisitive.

"Sign here.” The dull tone of the delivery woman made you drop eye contact as you took the tablet she offered you. Signing in a few places, she took it back. "It comes with a contract, as I'm sure you're aware. Consult it if you have any questions or problems." She pulled at the chain that was attached to the collar on the Starling's neck. You frowned at her rough handling. The Starling didn't move closer and his eyes flashed with rage.

"Here let me," you offered and raised your hands up. "She just wants to take off your mouthpiece Marco." At the sound of his name, Marco looked at you once again, attention suddenly hyper-focused and your skin buzzed with it. Slowly Marco bent and your hands reached around to unfasten the mouth guard. When you pulled away with it in your hands, Marco started rolling his jaw around and the sounds of several pops made something inside you squirm.

The woman reached out and took it before handing you the chain and a key, most likely for the cuffs on his wrists. "Have a nice day," she said without emotion before she turned and walked away. You stepped back into your apartment with a wide smile.

"Come in Marco!" Marco bent his knees slightly and leaned his head down before stepping in past the frame. "Here let me undo the cuffs," you motioned and held his hands out at you. Once the cuffs fell off with a loud clank, you reached up and unclipped the chain from the collar. "Okay feel free to explore!" You told him as you bent to grab up the cuffs from the ground.

Marco looked around with interest before he lumbered to check out the other room. You returned to the living room and shoved the cuffs and leash into a drawer. Strangely, your friend was standing backed into a wall.

"What's up?" You asked them, puzzled. They seemed shaken.

"Why is he so big?" They whispered. You blinked a few times and craned your neck to watch Marco inspect the kitchen.

"Oh! I didn't have a preference on height? I didn't think it mattered. Why do you care?"

"He's scary!" They insisted and you frowned.

"You've been with Starlings before? He doesn't look that different." You grinned. "You just prefer them more human-looking huh?" They glared in response.

"Uh, yeah? And there's nothing wrong with that! Otherwise they look like they rip you in half." A large hand placed itself on your shoulder and you glanced up.

"All done looking around?" Marco nodded and you smiled. "Great! You mind if I take a closer look at you?" You sat on the couch and patted the seat next to you before he surprised you by getting onto his knees in front of you. "Oh, you don't want to sit?" He blinked passively back at you.

"He can't even speak?" Your friend spoke up at least, inching closer but behind the couch you noticed. You rolled your eyes.

"It says he can, he's probably just shy. It's fine. Is it okay if I touch you?" Marco nodded and immediately you brought your hands up to cup his face. You sighed as you rubbed your thumbs across his cheeks. Starlings were always so soft, it felt almost...like fur? The barest covering of soft fur across their skin. Marco's skin was a human skin tone, but they could come in a range of colors you've seen. His blue eyes burned into your own.

"His hands are so scary," they commented and you released his face to look. Marco lifted a hand and you held it while you twisted and turned. His hand was large in your own, but he was taller than most so that wasn't surprising. What your friend meant was that instead of fingernails or something similar his fingers ended into points—like claws—and were a deep inky black.

"I like them," you said with a bright smile. They made a disgusted noise.

"Okay well I'm going to leave you with your new pet." Your nose wrinkled.

"Don't call him that!" You turned to scowl at your friend and they stuck their tongue out at you. Turning back to Marco, you said, "Ignore them, they're just jealous. Let's take off your collar huh?" As your hands reached out you were startled when one of your wrists was caught in a firm grip. You blinked in surprise at your friend who had suddenly grabbed you.

"Don't do that," they hissed seriously. "You'll get too attached. Don't fool yourself. This is just for fun. I'm worried about the cost of him, but I'm more worried that you'll hurt yourself with this. You can just return him if he ends up being too much right?" Your lips thinned. The collar didn't actually do anything, Marco would have already agreed to a tracking chip, it was just the appearance of the thing that made people feel more comfortable. That was the point of the mouthpiece and chain, they didn't actually do anything, a Starling could easily break out of them.

But it had been proven that even while knowing that humans felt safer with them regardless. An illusion of control over a creature that was more powerful than them, no matter their appearance or size. By now Starlings had been on Earth for so long, life was normalized living alongside them. A certain subsect of them liked to go into service for humans, living with them as a companion. Either party could easily break the agreement, Starlings consented to this arrangement themselves and they had just as much right as the human to end things. Although because of Marco's cheap price, you had forfeited the right to get a refund for him, if either of you called it off within the refundable period. Your friend started looking suspicious and you smiled reassuringly.

"Yes! Sorry your right. The collar doesn't do anything you know? Just seems silly to leave it."

"It's a reminder for you, more than anything else. Just leave it. Call me if anything goes wrong."

"Bye!" You yelled and they huffed before walking out the door, slamming it a little loudly in their haste. You rolled your eyes at their attitude. Glancing once more at Marco you hummed as you rolled his shirt between your fingers. It was a thin cotton, beige in color with ties going up the sides.

"Do you mind if you undress? Or would you feel more comfortable to keep it on?" Marco shrugged and shifted back a tad to pull the long shirt off. He wasn't wearing anything underneath and your eyes roamed his muscled frame. "What's this?" You asked as you reached out towards the symbol on his chest before he suddenly hissed and you flinched back with surprise.

The silence stretched and he hutched into himself, looking uncomfortable. "Hey," you said gently. "It's alright. If I did something that made you unhappy that's fine. Would you rather put on your shirt? You didn't have to take it off. But if you'd rather me not touch your chest we're going to have to...work around that." Your mind went through some options. It wasn't ideal but it could be done, if he was okay being touched with the shirt on it could work. He peered at you, the blue feathers that made up his ears seemed to lift with interest.

"Don't mind yoi?" His sudden deep voice shocked you for a moment before you tilted your head.

"Mind what?" He gestured at the marking. "Your tattoo? Not at all, why would I mind?" He straightened a bit and leaned closer to you and your heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome.

"Some...want to remove it," he said finally after a few moments of intense eye contact.

"Oh. No I wouldn't dream of it." He hummed before grabbing up your hand. Slowly he lifted it until it pressed against the middle of his chest before he let go. You stayed still for a moment before you started dragging your fingers across his pecs and he gave a low trill. "What does it mean?" You asked as you brought your other hand up to explore more, the feeling of his soft skin making goosebumps rise on your arms.

He said a word then, a musical note, full of longing. Dragging your fingers up towards his neck he angled his head back and closed his eyes. "I don't know what that means Marco, I never learned Starling."

"Family. It means family yoi." Eyes still closed and you took your fingers away with a frown. The yoi was interesting, a weird speech quirk you've never heard before.

"Your family? Why aren't you with them then?" Marco opened his eyes with a chuckle.

"Gone, don't worry." He again grabbed up one of your hands and pulled it to his cheek. "It's just me left."

"That's very sad, I'm sorry."

Marco nodded. "Sad. Touch more?"

"Oh is it okay?"

"Yes." Your hand caressed his cheek before reaching out to play with his feathered ear and they wiggled a bit with the movement. Not all Starlings had feathers, but Marco seemed more bird-like than many, with his taloned feet and feathers. Running your hands back down you reached his arms which had been hidden by long sleeves before. He had small tufts of feathers running down the length of his forearms, the blues so deep and vibrant, it was mesmerizing. Working your hands back to his chest you dipped lower and he leaned back to allow you more space. Rubbing against his hip bones you admired him, almost all muscle, he was extremely attractive. Almost doll-looking, his genitals were hidden away as all Starlings were before they were aroused.

You wanted to ask him to turn so you could inspect his tail before you remembered his teeth and griped his hips tightly.

"Marco, do you mind showing me your teeth?" You bared your teeth as an example and his half-lidded eyes peered almost lazily back at you before he copied the motion.

Where your jaw stopped, however, his kept going splitting open even wider, exposing more and more teeth that popped out to fill the sudden space. "Wow," you breathed, amazed. "And your tongue?" Your mouth felt a little dry just asking and when a long tongue suddenly lolled out, you shifted in place. Long and oozing with spit, your breath hitched at the sight.

"Want kiss yoi?" Marco asked and you blinked with surprise.

"We don't have to jump...right into that if you don't want?" Starlings were sexual creatures, at least those that tended to agree to be companions were. That's why they were highly sought after. Even going to a club to have one for a few hours could be expensive. Still you didn't want to rush him, he only just got here.

"Want to." He didn't even have to lean forward, his tongue flickered across your mouth and your eyes widened at the brief flash of wet and warm.

"A-alright." Apparently, your consent was all he needed because his tongue was suddenly working its way inside, when you opened your mouth you had to fight down the urge to gag as he pressed his tongue towards the back of your throat. When you did gag you felt Marco pause just a bit and withdraw, and you quickly started sucking on his tongue. The skinny tip of it worked its way around your mouth and teeth and you panted heavily, trying to swirl your tongue around his.

After some time had passed, his tongue once away worked its way towards the back of your mouth and you took a deep breath. He plunged it deep and you gagged again, but this time he didn't stop, working it down your throat. Your eyelashes clumped with tears as you struggled to breathe through your nose and not gag again around his thick tongue. He raised himself onto his feet and rose above you, tongue working its way up and down your throat, almost like a cock. Spit filled your mouth thick and globby. You couldn't swallow it down, his tongue making that impossible, you hoped he didn't mind as it poured out of your mouth and down your chin. Suddenly you felt his large hands cup your ass before lifting you in one smooth motion.

Wanting air you pushed at his chest and his tongue retracted, leaving you heaving. He began to walk as you wiped your chin and mouth.

"Okay yoi?"

"Okay," you confirmed, voice raspy. Glancing up into his face you realized his teeth had been hidden away again and you ran a few fingers across his lips. He gave them a little kiss and you giggled. You leaned forward and he didn't stop you from pressing a kiss against his lips. You groaned at how soft they felt.

Then he was setting you down and you blinked with surprise at the feeling of the bed behind your back.

"Um, Marco we don't have to go this fast if you don't—ah!" Lightly his claws trailed down your body, making you gasp.

"It's fine as long as you're okay yoi. This alright?" He asked, large body looming over you. You nodded quickly and he chuckled, the sound seemed to vibrate through you. You shivered, already turned on.

Marco's hands made quick work of your jeans before he pulled them off. "Unbutton your shirt," he instructed, and your hands shook just a tad as you tried to work the buttons off as he pulled your underwear down and off your legs. Wiggling out of your shirt he hummed before he crouched in front of you.

Grabbing your legs he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, before propping your feet up on his shoulders. Marco's warm breath made you bite your lip as you felt his tongue start to lick up one thigh. Coming close to your core, you felt him pull apart your folds with a finger and you pushed him with one foot. Marco froze, his eyes rising from where he had been staring to meet yours.

"I'll tear if you're not careful," you warned, fear making your arousal take a backseat. His claws could easily cut you. He nodded and pulled his hand away.

"Don't like pain yoi?"

"Not really," you answered and Marco didn't say anything else, just licked a long path across your dripping mess. "Ahhh!" You cried out, startled by the sudden movement but he didn't stop, just dove straight in, the thin tip of his tongue working its way inside easily. Your eyes widened as you clutched at the bed beneath you, knuckles turning white. Pushing in deep, it was already driving you crazy, as your hips twitched up trying to chase that feeling even more.

Marco obliged, the length of his tongue widening and thus stretching you out before he hit the back and started thrusting in and out. You let out a wail, back arching.

You buried your hands into his hair as he continued his assault, not minding your screams and moans. You felt a little bad at the noise but this felt amazing. His tongue was slightly bumpy, you were realizing. Before when he had deep throated you with his tongue you were trying to concentrate on breathing so you hadn't paid much attention. Now that bumpiness was causing a knot to form in your stomach, you were so close already but not close enough. Not even when he moved his tongue in such a way that some of it would rub against your clit, making you sob. Peering down you could see he still had several lengths of tongue left, what wasn't disappearing inside you was hanging from his mouth, drooling at the sight.

Marco kept his gaze firmly on his tongue disappearing in and out of your cunt and you whimpered at his teeth now lining the sides of his mouth. You tugged on his hair.

"Marco, Marco, wait." He raised his eyes, tongue slowing down but still making lazy thrusts inside of you. "I can't cum like this," you whined. His eyebrows rose and his tongue retreated and you groaned feeling empty and cold without it.

"What can I do?" At the earnest tone, you covered your eyes with your hands, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment. You heard a tsk noise before a hand grabbed at your wrist. Blinking your eyes open, you saw he was leaning over you, his body easily covering your own. Marco's eyes burned into you.

"Tell me yoi," he said firmly.

"Um...just could you...could you use your teeth?" His eyes didn't widen, just blinked passively back at you so you went on, "I don't like pain so if you thought you could make it so it wouldn't hurt?"

"Sure," Marco said easily and withdrew, moving down your body, his soft skin giving teasing brushes against your own. All at once that tongue was back, thrusting into your body without so much as a warning and you gasped. Quickly he worked you back up, not that he had to do much, you were already so close to the edge.

Dipping closer, you felt his teeth graze along the side of one thigh and your leg jumped. His tongue must have withdrawn a bit because his face was suddenly pressed against your core and you lifted yourself up on your elbows to watch. Marco's eyes watched you as his tongue wiggled around slowly inside you. You shifted slightly before he finally closed his eyes and pressed closer, hard teeth brushing against your clit and you moaned loudly, trying to arch into them. A large hand pinned down your hip, keeping you in place. His thrusts got quicker as he slowly rubbed what had to be the tops of his teeth against your clit, he probably didn't want you moving so you couldn't catch anything on the sharper edges on the ends.

That thought was quickly lost as you collapsed back against the bed, your release shivering its way down your spine, bringing you ever closer to the edge. You grabbed onto his hair again and tugged him closer.

"Close, I'm so close, harder," you babbled and Marco indulged you by rubbing more roughly against your clit while thrusting in deep and that was all it took and you came hard, clenching down on his tongue. Once more Marco withdrew, as you panted for air, rolling onto your side.

"Taste sweet," Marco mumbled, more to himself than to you. Dazed you felt the bed dip as he crawled over you, something hard bumping into your hip. You glanced down and saw his penis exposed and you stared.

"Want me to go down on you?" You asked, not lifting your gaze.

"If you'd like yoi. We can just have sex if you'd rather." His face started to nuzzle into your neck dropping quick kisses that made you giggle.

"Oh no, I'd like to at least take a look, here let me up." Marco sat back, legs spread wide as you positioned yourself in the middle of them. Wrapping a hand around his cock, you idly pumped it as you looked closer. It had the standard look of a human cock, with the same style head and shaft. But Starlings didn't have ball sacks, instead the base of his cock widened into almost large lumps. Towards the head, ridges created a nice feel as you dragged your fingers over them. You noticed Marco's abs flex with the movement and you looked up at his face. His hungry stare made you smile.

"Like that?"

"Tickled," he corrected. Humming, you bent down and licked around the head. You barely got your mouth around it before he pulled back and it made a 'pop' sound. You frowned.

"What's up?"

"Want you now yoi," Marco said while he grabbed you up. You huffed as he positioned you easily, as if you weighed nothing at all.

"But I wanted too..." you trailed off as you realized what he was trying to do, as he sat on the edge of the bed, you position with your back pressed against his chest. The double door mirror closest was across from you and you had a crystal-clear view of the two of you on the bed. You squirmed and his arm tightened around your waist. "Marco I don't think—"

"Please?" His deep voice interrupted your complaints. "I want to see you." His cock hung heavy between your legs and you swallowed.

"I dunno, I don't normally like to...see like that, I usually move them." Marco pressed a few more kisses against your shoulder, bending down slightly to do so before opening his mouth wide and lightly biting over your entire shoulder. His teeth didn't press but you couldn't help but gasp at the sight. His eyes stayed on yours in the reflection.

"Can make it good for you yoi," Marco promised, his voice only slightly muffled. You dithered before he bit down just a little and the feeling of his teeth over so much of your skin made your pussy twitch. You wanted him, wanted to feel his longer than average cock inside you, while he bit you.

"Okay, okay just do it," you said throwing your head back against his chest. His teeth withdrew while a hand snaked down to position his dick against your entrance. You whimpered as his cock head rubbed against your bundle of nerves. You tried to open your legs wider, to help him along but couldn't manage to get a grip on anything. His other hand grabbed you under one thigh before lifting you the slightest bit. At last, his cock head pierced you and you moaned, hands reaching up and wrapping around the back of his neck.

Marco only let you sink a few inches down his length before he suddenly stopped and you whined. Why did he stop? You wiggled, trying to help get him further but he wouldn't budge. You wanted more, the stretch was barely there, you knew he could fill you completely.

"Look at me," he demanded and you blinked your eyes open. When had you closed them? It took a few seconds before you made eye contact in the mirror. Only after you had did Marco finally let you sink a few more inches, hands holding both of your thighs and taking on all of your weigh effortlessly. "Keep them open," Marco warned and you nodded in acceptance. Grabbing onto the collar at his neck you couldn't help but keen as he finally let you take him all the way to the base. The stretch was glorious and you felt so full, you didn't know if you could really handle this.

You panted. It was difficult to keep your eyes open but you stared at where the two of you were connected, his cock completely buried inside of you.

Taking a few deep breaths, Marco waited patiently before he started to lift you back up. The ridges made you groan as you felt them rub against your walls as they retreated. Then all at once, he thrusted back into you, surprising you with the speed. You barely choked out a scream before he started pounding, not giving you any time to think.

You watched as his cock disappeared in and out of you, pussy stretched around him so well. Marco grunted behind you.

"Feels good yoi," he said and you couldn't do anything but moan at the praise, the intense session driving all thought from your mind. You felt one hand release a thigh but his pace didn't ease at all, still thrusting in and out. Your pussy filled the room with sloppy wet noises as he went.

His hand tugged at an arm and you reluctantly released the collar. Holding it against your chest, you were trying to puzzle out what he was doing when you saw his mouth once again expand into teeth and your heart flew into your throat. Without wasting time, he bit down where he had teased your shoulder before, not terribly hard you could tell. Still his teeth were sharp and the flash of pain collided with the intense rush of pleasure that uncurled the knot that had been forming in your stomach. You arched your back yet again as you came, yelling his name.

Thankfully he slowed his thrusts for you as you came down from your high although you were still speared on his cock. You felt your shoulder bleeding a little and he licked it up apologetically.

“Are you close?” You mumbled, head feeling empty and slated. You didn’t know how much longer you could last, two mind-blowing orgasms making you feel heavy. You rubbed your cheek against his chest, eyes closing as you clenched your pussy around him and felt him twitch in response.

Marco hummed. “Yes, but if you keep teasing me like that you’re going to get it much rougher than you’d like.” You laughed weakly.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” you said before you squeezed again and he growled. Grabbing both your arms, he tucked them to your chest, thick arms holding you in place before he started thrusting again. Feeling feathers brush your skin, you blinked your eyes open. You had closed them while you recovered from your own orgasm.

You gasped when you looked into the mirror. Marco’s feathers on his arms had grown even longer, and his tail had apparently sprouted more feathers as well? You couldn’t see it very well as it waved back and forth on the bed, but more plumage could be seen, as the tail was suddenly covered in more and thicker feathers. But what really took your breath away was the three long gold-chain linked feathers hovering over his shoulders.

Without a word, he stood, taking you with him, still using your body to chase his own release as he walked closer to the mirror. You moaned wishing you could help but he held you fast, there was nothing to do but take it.

Over stimulation pulled at you, pleasure and pain mixing together. Your cunt ached but you desperately wanted him to cum.

Please, please, you thought and maybe you said it aloud because Marco groaned. His gold feathers wrapped around your thighs and he repositioned his arms so his hands were on your hips. Your arms shoot out and caught your upper body against the mirror. Now there was really no where to go as he pulled out to the tip before roughly slamming his way inside. Feathers tightening around your thighs, his claws cutting into your hips. He pressed you practically flush against the mirror, the cold surface making your nipples hard.

You groaned loudly feeling sweat gather at your forehead. Marco whispered your name and you turned your head slightly. His tongue dove in immediately and you let your mouth fall open wide. Luckily he didn’t try to deep throat you again, just let you suck and swirl your tongue around his. Taking a wild guess, you bit down on it, hard and he moaned; the loudest so far.

With one last deep thrust, you felt as he began to cum inside you, coating your insides and you sighed with relief. There it was. You were worried at the end there that you might have to call it quits before he could finish, you were feeling sore already.

Gently he held you in his arms before depositing you back on the bed. Laying there you felt drained but satisfied. Starlings were always great in bed, but that was probably the best you’d ever had. Not even the pain in your shoulder could change that.

Feeling his tongue once more dig into your folds you groaned and tried to move away. “Enough Marco, I’m done,” you complained as he once again pinned you down.

“Wanna taste us yoi,” he said and with human lips and tongue this time latched himself over your entrance and started lightly licking at the entrance, never penetrating. You bore it for a few seconds before you started pushing at his head. Heaving a heavy sigh he finally withdrew and collapsed next to you with a pout. “Wanted to taste more than that,” he whined as he lightly dragged a few fingers over your hip.

“Sorry but you can’t make me see stars twice in a role then try to get me going again so soon. Give me a little bit of a break.”

“Am Starling though?” Marco batted his eyelashes at you, and you laughed at his attempt at a joke. Rolling closer, you reached out and unclasped the collar before throwing it to the ground somewhere. He lifted a single eyebrow in question.

“It’s fine right? You don’t need it do you? If you want to leave you can leave obviously. But I don’t need a reminder like that.” Marco smiled before pulling you closer against his chest, knees coming up to press against your legs. He started a rumble, deep in his chest. Was he purring? That was so cute! His arms caged you in and you noticed with surprise that his feathers had gotten shorter again.

“What happened to your long feathers?” You asked, trying to catch a glimpse of his tail.

His rumble—purr?—didn’t stop as he answered, “They disappear and reappear sometimes. It’s my other form yoi.” You hummed as you buried your face into his chest. You would like to investigate, but for now you were tired. Better to get a nap and see his tail later.

Later, you’d learn that the reason (you assumed) that Marco went for such a low price was that he was extremely clingy and jealous. Anyone he thought might have a potential interest in you he promptly scared off. You didn’t mind, you were happy with him and besides, who could please you as much as he did? The sex was amazing but so was everything about him outside of the sex. You were so glad the two of you met and you’d take him as long as he’d stay.

(Unbeknownst to you, the real reason he went for so cheap was that he scared/particularly injured previous partners. They would somehow set him off and he would quickly make his displeasure known. You were his last hope in terms of companions before he would be taken off the list entirely, for bad behavior. How lucky he was that you were so perfect.)

#Marco is able to heal and his feathers can turn to flames.#I didn’t want to write it in as it’s a skill I believe he would hide until he really trusted someone.#So the reader wouldn’t find out about it until much later!#my first marcoxreader fic and it's monster fucking #what the fuck #bee writes #one piece #one piece x reader #marco the phoenix #marco the phoenix x reader #Marco the pineapple #marco x reader #bee writing #bee smut

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littlegodzilla · 3 years ago

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The Wedding Marco Vendetti Smut +18

Hi! Good morning you all. I hope you had a nice weekend and a happy new year!!

Well I come here with a new request, I couldn't see a Marco like a Romeo, but I liked the idea and this came up in my mind so...

Anon, I hope you'll like it anyways!!

and all of you too I hope!

As always sorry for my english, it isn't my first language.

The Wedding.

Marco Vendetti x TheDeucesFemReader.

Warnings: Mob. Arrenged marriage. Fights. Violence. Bad language. SMUT. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Non-con(?)

Summary: You are Leon’s sister and Fritzy forces you to marry Marco, the leader of The Vipers, to put an end to gang fights. Of course your hatred for Marco makes you want to refuse. But the man seems to enjoy the idea.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @purple-serenity @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen

"No!" Was your answer, or rather your cry of indignation.

"Relax, please..." your brother Leon tried to reason with you, but again you turned indignantly to Fritzy who was smiling calmly knowing that you could do nothing against him.

"Have you gone mad!?! I will not marry under obligation! And least of all with him!" you shouted again directing your finger to nowhere as the man you were talking about was not there, not yet, but everyone knew who you were referring to.

"Enough!" Leon pulled you away from the man's table so you wouldn't jump on his neck and kill him right there. "Isn't there another option? Let us take care of The Vipers ourselves."

"I said no fighting, never again, that's why I'm doing this, for everyone's sake. I'm sick of your quarrels."

"He killed our brother!" you shouted back into the arms of your little brother, Bobby.

"Actually your brother killed himself." You heard a deep voice from the doorway and Bobby had to hold you tighter. "He was a junkie, he couldn't help it. Never knew when to stop." He scoffed.

"Marco..." Fritzy's deep voice made it clear to you that this was no time to joke, but there was an amused smile plastered on her face.

"Sorry, I have no manners." He scoffed again walking over to where you were standing. His smile still graced his face, his eyes swept over you completely and you shuddered. "Are you really the little sister of these two? Wow, I know who got the better genes." He joked again, a sour tone in every word that crawled out of his mouth.

"Marco..." Again the threat was present in the voice of the man who had gathered you all there which silenced the leader of The Vipers, but his sly grin still drilled into you.

"I refuse..." You spat angrily. "You can't, you have no right!" You roared without looking away from the newcomer.

"It doesn't depend on whether you want to or if there is a right, it's for the good of all. This way these fights will stop, the two gangs can become one, you all win and you stop giving me a headache."

"Look on the bright side, honey, you'll finally know what a real man is." Marco's voice came back to your ears and your hair stood up in goose bumps.

You didn't even respond, it wasn't worth it. With a snap of frustration you hurried out of the office, your brow tightly furrowed and your fists clenched. If anyone got in your way at that moment, they would suffer the consequences.

Leon watched you walk away followed by Bobby, but he walked slowly towards Marco who held out his hand mocking the whole situation even more, enjoying every moment he saw Leon's jaw clench restraining himself from killing him right there and then, in not disobeying direct orders. Marco hated him as much as he did, he had planned different ways to take revenge on him and all of you during the years he was in prison, Marco knew you, he knew of your existence as you had always been close to your brothers, you liked being part of the gang as much as the rest of the men who formed it, however being a woman they always kept you away from the fights, but Marco had seen you moving with Leon's men around the neighborhood on more than one occasion. In his eyes you were only a child when he had entered prison, he had never looked at you that way, you never caught his attention, but you had grown up, matured, you were wild like your brothers, you were a woman, in another situation maybe he himself would have gone after you to hurt your brothers, but this.

This was a thousand times better. Not only would he get revenge, but he would enjoy seeing the helplessness on his part for not being able to do anything against you, for not being able to defend himself. Not to mention the advantage of having a new woman at his side to take advantage of.

You were raging, you could not contain your fury, wherever you went everyone could feel the anger, frustration and rage that ran through your small and petite body, you muttered under your breath various curses while preparing your suitcase. You would get out of there, you weren’t going to stand idly by while that pig took advantage of you. No, you weren’t going to give him the pleasure, you would leave, before he could touch you you would already be far away from there.

Betsy came into your room when she heard the loud racket you were making in your room, she stood leaning against the door frame waiting for you to relax a little so she could talk.

"I never thought, out of the three of you, you were the coward." She spoke at last earning a strong look of hatred.

"I'm not being cowardly, I'm being reasonable. If I stay here I'm going to kill someone."

"Is it all because of the wedding? Leon told me..." She muttered looking sideways at you, your hands paused resting on the suitcase, the mere word made your stomach turn inside out.

"Marco Vendetti... Of all the men there could be in this city..." His name scratched your throat as you uttered it grimacing in distaste.

"Not every man in this city is at war with your brothers." She replied mockingly, you rolled your eyes, the last thing you needed was her teasing.

"I don't have time, Betsy, I need to get out of here."

"And where do you plan to go, what about Bobby and Leon? have you thought about your mother? She's already lost one son, are you going to make her lose the three she has left?"

"Nothing's going to happen to Leon and Bobby... And I'll write her as soon as I find a place to stay."

"You know perfectly well what will happen if you leave. Your brothers will end up dead at the hands of Fritzy and they'll come looking for you wherever you've gone and they'll end up with you too." She related your not-so-encouraging future and you looked at her with a frown, biting your lip.

"And what are you forcing me to accep? I should marry Marco? that's the future I deserve?"

"I always thought you were the smartest one in this family." She sighed leaning closer to you. "I don't want you to marry him either, he's a pig, I hate him as much as you do, but think about it coldly. I'm sure you can find something positive in all this." She said to you raising her eyebrows, leaving the conversation at an end as she put on her sunglasses and left your room.

You frowned more if possible, wanting to understand what Betsy was referring to.

You didn't run away, the fear that Leon's girlfriend left upon your heart at the thought of what might happen to your brothers if you left prevented you from doing so, you didn't know for sure if Betsy was right about them going after them or yourself, but you knew that Fritzy was a dangerous man with limited patience, it was best not to cause any more trouble than you already had on your hands. You wanted to talk to him again, remind him that your brother was dating Jimmy's sister Annie and that she was Marco's right hand man, maybe if they married he could bring peace of mind to both sides as well. However the man again refused.

"Marco is the leader, to keep you all quiet and calm, I need him to be quiet and calm." Was his only response before forcing you out of his office.

So that was all you could fight for yourself and your freedom. Although no one agreed with the wedding, no one could open their mouths, it seemed that the only one who was really enjoying the whole situation was Marco himself. Every once in a while he would show up in your neighborhood only to stand there, standing by his car, watching you in silence, then he would leave again without saying a word. It went on for several weeks during which you felt your nerves on edge every time he was too close.

That afternoon you decided to go to the pool, your group of friends and Annie, you had almost adopted her as a friend, despite her brother being part of The Vipers, she was funny, rebellious, said things as she thought and didn't feel affinity for the gangs, nor too much love for her asshole brother, so you liked her. She wanted to be with Bobby, gang trouble was an issue she wanted no part of, she was even trying to get Bobby out of that stuff, although you both knew that was quite a bit more complicated.

You positioned yourselves in an area by the hammocks to get more comfortable and soak up some sun, arranged your towels and huffed loudly when you saw Marco on the other side of the pool.

"What the hell is he doing here?" you huffed, the man never showed up there, he was going with Jimmy and some more of his men.

"He's obviously just come to annoy you." Annie said also with a tired tone in her voice. "Ignore him, I'm sure he'll leave when he realizes you're ignoring him." She proposed and you decided to heed him, not wanting him to spoil a good summer day for you.

You ignored him as best you could, you tried to focus all your attention on the conversation with your friends, getting your feet a little wet inside the pool and sunbathing while reading a fashion magazine, but every now and then your gaze would turn to Marco unconsciously.

Marco was inside the water playing with some of the kids there, the man was worse than a demon, but he always had a warm and friendly touch with the kids, at least in public, you had even heard that he had given Scooch a bike, although you were sure he had done it just to annoy Leon. With his hair wet, the hair gel no longer held the locks he had combed back letting them stick to his forehead and he had to shake his head from time to time, he had a much wilder touch, on his skin the sun was reflected in the thousands of water droplets that ran down his strong back. You startled when Annie caught your attention nudging you.

"He may be a jerk, but you have to admit, he's a pretty good looking jerk." She whispered smiling wickedly at you.

You wanted to retort at that, but your gaze returned to Marco, who was now looking in your direction, a small smile plastered on his own face. You shook your head and refocused on your magazine.

You were going crazy.

The wedding was there, it had arrived faster than you had expected, taking advantage of the good summer days everyone had rushed to get everything ready for the date of the 'big' event, you preferred a kick in the ribs rather than being there, in your room, surrounded by women who were helping you with your dress, your hair and your makeup. You wanted to scream, to tell them all to leave you alone, to close the door and never come out of there again, like a little girl, but you knew that none of them would leave you, that even Marco Vendetti himself would come and get you if necessary.

You were wearing a beautiful long sleeved lace dress, tight to your bust and waist to then fall long, with a gauzy fabric, trailing in a long train behind you, the veil was lace too and reached almost to your elbows, they had gathered your hair in a nice bun and the makeup was discreet, very subtle.

You left your room to go with your brother, Leon would take you to the altar, to the church where The Vipers and the guys from your brother's band should already be waiting for you. You thought about them for a moment as you walked with Leon to the door of the church where everyone was waiting for you. You always thought you would end up marrying Tino, since you were kids you had been together and you always had feelings for him, but now it was no longer up to you. You felt the urge to cry out of frustration come over you, needing a moment to calm down. You were not going to give Marco the satisfaction of seeing you destroyed.

The ceremony was extensive, too many words of love and romanticism for a wedding that was completely agreed, that no one felt love there, the only one who seemed to enjoy it all was Marco who did not stop smiling throughout the ceremony, even his smile became wider and cruel at the moment of the 'I do'.

"You may kiss the bride." The priest had said, you wanted to protest but Leon's gaze shut you up again.

Marco lifted your veil without removing that disgusting smile of victory from his mouth, his hand closed like a shackle on the back of your neck and his mouth caught yours, dominant, demanding, wanting to demonstrate the power he had at that moment over you and all of you, his tongue burst into your mouth almost choking you.

"Easy, son, you will have time on the wedding night for this." Said the priest and you thanked him for interrupting, being able to push him away from you.

The celebration continued in a hotel with quite a reputation, Fritzy had taken care of everything, preparing the ceremony, organizing the reception in the restaurant and booking one of the hotel rooms specially prepared for such occasions. The food was delicious, people were animated despite knowing that everything was a damn peace agreement, The Vipers enjoyed, sang, drank and ate, but did not mess with the rest of the guests, the guys from Deuces were quieter but as time went by and the drinks started to cheer up as much as the others. At the head table you and Marco were seated, the man didn't let you move around too much, but whenever they could you escaped to your brothers table at least to stop smelling the cologne of the leader of Los Vipers.

You had to admit that Marco had made an effort to get ready for the occasion, the suit yielded to his body perfectly, his broad shoulders and strong arms were marked on his tuxedo jacket, on his shirt, making clear his strong and worked shape, the peg pants, far from being old sweatpants, gave him a slimmer figure, making him taller to the eye, enhancing a nice ass. You had to admit. The hair he always wore slicked back and slicked back was now cut short, but some very short locks fell across his forehead giving him that unruly touch, that naughtiness he didn't try hard to hide.

As Annie told you that day at the pool; he was a pig, but he was fucking attractive.

Gradually even you yourself stopped caring to enjoy with your friends and family the day. You drank, you danced, you even dared to hug and flirt with Tino like you used to do. The man didn't move away from you, smiling at you as he alone knew how he danced with you and hugged you in one of the slow songs, neither of you wanting to move away, but it was the dance of the bride and groom, and Marco at once appeared to claim you. His hands tightened on your waist carefully clinging you to his body, he held your hand and you danced slowly, his blue eyes locked on you like two knives, his mischievous smile didn't disappear from his mouth, you were uncomfortable and at the same time something made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

The night was falling over the city, the guests left the restaurant saying goodbye to you, your brothers and your mother were the last ones left, reluctant to leave you alone with Vendetti, but they could do nothing to avoid it.

Not anymore.

You hugged Bobby and Leon and then said goodbye to your mother with a soft kiss on the cheek, you could see how the woman left with her eyes full of tears. You were no better, though.

You asked for the room key as the two of you walked up to the room in awkward silence. You were surprised Marco hadn't opened his mouth yet or jumped you in the middle of the hotel hallway. He seemed to be starting to take his role as a husband seriously. You made your way to the room you were to share that night. You stopped ready to ask him for the keys, but he opened the door with a wave of his hand, inviting you in.

"Come in, mia cara.” He said to you and his voice slurring the words in Italian made you wince making you frown, crossing your arms.

"Don't talk to me in Italian, and fuck you, just in case." You growled getting a chuckle from the leader of The Vipers at your comment.

"No doubt you're Leon's sister, as wild as he is."

"And what does that mean?" You got defensive again.

"Nothing, isn't it true?" The mockery was still marked in his voice, in that crooked smile that was making you nervous, you clicked your tongue with annoyance entering the room feeling him following your steps inside the room, closing behind him.

"If you think we're going to share a room..." You started to say wanting to throw him out of there.

"We're married, remember?" He cut off your words by raising his hand where the wedding ring was, your eyes fell on your own ring, tensing your jaw. "What would Frizty think if she saw me sleeping in another room? I don't think she'd like that." You hated that he was right, but you still couldn't trust him to just stand there idly.

You startled when he approached you noiselessly, just like a cat, his hands rested on your waist and you wanted to push him away, his fingers tightened on your skin covered by your wedding dress going up very slowly to the zipper of the dress, ready to pull it down. You pulled away from him as if it burned looking at him with hatred, but he didn't seem to mind, his hand was still on your waist, pulling you back to his side, his two hands resting on your hips again.

"You'd enjoy this more if you were with him, wouldn't you?" He said suddenly without looking away from you, but more serious now. You trembled in his grip. "That guy... Friend of your brother's, what was his name, Milo?" You froze opening your eyes wide, I knew perfectly well who he was talking about, but he wanted to make you jump, you knew he was provoking you.

"Tino..." You whispered wanting to let go, but Marco held you tighter.

"That, Tino." A rogue grimace formed on his mouth again, raising his eyebrows. "I've seen you guys at the restaurant, well, me and everyone." His tone turned dark, almost cruel. "It's very ugly to cheat on your husband like that, in front of everyone."

"I didn't cheat on anyone... In that case..." You bit your tongue, but not in time.

"In such a case? So that's it, your plans have been cut short by me." There was no sorrow in his voice, no regret. Rather he was enjoying it. "But you're mine now, you know that, don't you?" His body pressed closer to yours, his nose brushed your cheek as you turned your face away thus preventing him from kissing you, if that was his intention. "You're mine, and for Tino's sake, you should respect me." His voice sounded like a growl. You turned to look at him, angry.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, more like a warning." He shrugged, his hands moving up from your waist to the zipper of your dress again. "I'm sure you don't want anything to happen to your Tino, so be a good girl and spread your legs for me."

You frowned, your hand shot out impacting against his cheek. You gasped in surprise as he slapped you back, however Marco also looked at you in shock as you hit him again. You both stared at each other, breathing fast, eyes darkened in a strange mixture bubbling in your stomachs. Anger and desire. You gasped against his mouth as Marcus kissed you with the same fury with which he had devoured your mouth in front of the altar a few hours earlier. You sighed holding onto his shoulders, the urge to push him away was defeated when his tongue burst into your mouth tangling with yours wrenching a moan from you. You heard the zipper of your dress unzip with a violent hiss, his hands went up to your shoulders and he pulled the dress down leaving the fabric tangled around your waist, revealing your girth, your chest only covered with your bra. Marco pulled away from you to watch you, the impulse to run away present in you, you want to cover yourself, but he pulls your body back to his, his face hiding in your neck, his mouth kissing your skin, his tongue licking the line of your jaw. You closed your eyes sighing at the sensation, your goose bumps, your legs trembled and Marco tugged your dress a little more until it fell to the floor sliding down your legs. The man's hands closed over your cheeks, lifting you up smoothly, your legs wrapped around his waist for fear of falling backwards as Marco walked to the bed where he dropped you. He stripped quickly, the smokin jacket along with the shirt fell to the floor, he kicked off his shoes in a couple of kicks and the pants ended up along with the rest of the clothes. He knelt on the edge of the bed crawling towards you, positioning himself over your body, leaving you trapped between the mattress and himself.

Your gazes connected again, lust shining in his fully dilated pupils, you bit your lip searching in your mind to say something or do something to tease him, but you were completely enraptured in his electrified gaze. Marco leaned over your body, his mouth trapping yours, this time less intense, but just as dominant, demanding your lips part to bury his tongue inside, entangling it with yours, biting your lip, pulling it back as he parted to kiss and bite your neck. You felt him mark your skin in different kisses and bites, you wanted to push him away, tangling your fingers in his hair, but he didn't pull away, he held you by the wrists putting your arms above your head, looking at you again. The wicked smile again marked on his lips.

"Be a good girl, mía cara.” He whispered in your ear and you closed your eyes with a mumbled moan.

With one hand he was able to hold your wrists without difficulty, leaving one hand free to pull up your bra leaving your tits exposed, he massaged the contour of one of them without taking his eyes off you, pinching your nipple making you arch on the bed at the sensation of pleasure that ran through you. His hand slowly made its way down to your panties, he reached inside them and stroked your center very slowly, stimulating your clitoris that was begging to be tended to. You moaned loudly feeling embarrassed for not being able to control your reactions, the man's smile became much wider, the pressure of his fingers on your clit increased moving in circles, you spread your legs apart to give him more access and your hips moved on their own against his hand wanting to intensify the pleasure.

"Look at you, so willing for me... I'm sure Tino wouldn't be able to get it." He said mockingly, the mention of his name caused several tears of frustration to pool in your eyes.

"Do you really think you're the first one to touch me? Tino was doing a hell of a lot better than you." You provoked him by watching him tense his jaw. "You look like you're petting a cat, now I understand why no woman wants to be with you, you suck."

"You think so?" he asked with a growl, he stopped touching your clit and his fingers roamed your folds. "Then why are you so wet?"

"Do you really think I'm thinking about you right now?" you teased him again and anger flashed in his eyes. "I may not be able to be with him, but I can at least imagine it."

"You're a whore." He snapped and his fingers pierced your pussy suddenly cutting off your breath.

You wanted to stop him, but your hands were still tightly gripped by his above your head, it frustrated you to see how easily he could dominate you with one hand. You tried to close your legs to get him to let go, but his legs held you open, his fingers moving quickly in and out of you. You gritted your teeth hard not to give him pleasure to hear you, despite his roughness he knew how and where to touch you, your gaze clouded as his fingers stung your G-spot relentlessly feeling his fingers slipping deeper and deeper. You arched up without being able to control the violent moan that escaped your mouth as your whole body jerked, pleasure coursing through you uncontrollably, making you dizzy. Yet Marco didn't give you time to recover.

He let go of your wrists for a second to pull down his boxers, his hard cock pointing at you, the tip red, glistening, dripping with anticipation, you stirred nervously beneath his body as he held you again. Your eyes filled with tears, a plea died inside your mouth as he covered your mouth with his hand.

"It's too late for regrets, girl." He whispered in a hoarse voice. "I'm going to make you forget him, I'm going to make you beg, make you scream my name." He assured you.

"That's not going to happen..." you hissed angrily when he uncovered his mouth, but far from annoying you, his smile grew much wider.

Marco braced your legs to keep them spread, placed the tip of his cock against your entrance, moved over your folds to lubricate its full length, and pushed himself inside your vagina with a single thrust of his hips. The air escaped your lungs in a muffled scream, the man's body lay on top of yours, trapping you, his fingers tangled in your hair using the top of your head for support, his other hand gripped you tighter from the legs he still held, his fingers marking your skin as his hips moved, thrusting in and out of you, giving you no time to get used to his invasion. Your free hands fell on his shoulders trying to push him away from you, your nails buried in his skin creating thin threads of blood on his freckled shoulders, but the man didn't pull away, he kept on ramming with the same intensity.

His mouth caught yours again, his tongue forcing its way in, tangling with yours, fucking your mouth almost as desperately as his cock fucked your pussy.

"So tight and look at you..." He pulled away from your mouth when he felt your hands stop making resistance on his shoulders and your legs trembling around his waist. "You’re taking me so well..." He growled in your ear and your body vibrated at his deep tone.

“I hate you…” You said in a whisper, not knowing if you were really saying it to hurt him or to believe it yourself..

“I know, mia cara, me too.” He responded by biting his lip pushing deeper.

Your body arched as he rotated his hips, the tip of his cock hitting at a new angle your G-spot, making you moan loudly, his eyes shining with intensity as he heard you, continuing to move in that same position, battering your pussy with each violent thrust, making you see stars.

You moaned once more as you were aware that your body was again on the edge, the pleasure was giving way to the initial pain and the rage you felt towards him, however Marco stopped abruptly, he separated his body from yours to watch you on top of you, slowly, almost boredly he moved inside you again.

"Beg me."

"No." You shook your head with pride.

"Come on... I know you were about to cum, beg me." He grunted without stopping his slow movements.

"No..."

"Please..." You whispered, your arms wrapped around his neck wanting to keep him glued to you as much as possible.

"I felt your pussy clench, you can't fool me." He pushed once hard and your sight filled with little lights. "There it is, again." He leaned over you, his tongue brushed and caressed your ear, your hair stood up in goose bumps and you closed your eyes. "Beg me and I'll make you cum like never before." He assured you and you moaned low.

"Please, what?"

"Please, Marco..." You moaned low, a tear of frustration running down your face. "Please, I need you to move..."

"Do you want to cum?" he insisted, but stopped the movement of his hips.

"Yes..."

"Beg me." He ordered you and pushed once more hard to stay still inside you.

"Marco, please, I need to cum!" you cried out, fed up and desperate.

Far from answering you his hands sank under your body, his fingers closed over the skin of your ass and he hid his face in the hollow of your shoulder as he lifted your hips a little and began to move again fast and deep inside you, hitting your sensitive spot inside you. Your vision went black, you wrapped around his shoulders tighter, your legs tightening around his hips pushing him further onto your body, feeling him more intense, deeper. You moaned against his ear as the orgasm overtook you jerking you under his body, your nails clawing at his back, his teeth closing over the skin of your shoulder as his onslaught became more erratic reaching the limit himself, painting your walls white as he cum inside you.

You both needed a moment to catch your breath. There were no words of love or affection, you both knew there never would be. Marco pulled away from you watching you for a second, proud of the mess you had become under his hands. He carefully climbed out of you, snapping his tongue as he discovered some blood next to the trickle of cum leaking from your pussy. He got up from the bed reaching for a cigarette. The smoke drifted into his lungs relaxing his body even more. He looked at you still lying on the bed, hugging the sheets, not daring to move from there.

"You're mine now." He said to you taking another puff on his cigarette. "I hope you know how to be good."

The End.

Sorry, but I had to make him speak Italian, just a little bit, it was superior to me.

I hope you liked it!

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