i'm very fond of butch lesbian marco and transmasc butch ace so those are the two i will usually be writing about!!! i may occasionally write canon marco and ace but that will be few and far between! this blog is entirely self indulgent...
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currently writing: butch ace/reader - getting caught by butch marco
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summary: After being ignored by your partner Marco because the infirmary is in busy season, you decide to take matters into your own hands. That might have been a bad idea.
minors dni
You were in big trouble.
You knew why of course, in fact, you had purposely been teasing and tormenting your poor First Division Commander all day while she was swamped with work and couldn't respond. That didn't quell the rising excited terror bubbling in your stomach as Marco hoisted you over her shoulder and began striding towards her room.
A strong, firm hand grasped your ass and you wiggled a little in excitement as her grip quickly turned punishing. You didn't even try to make out the hallways of the Moby Dick or the people you were passing, everything fading into a blur of wood and fabric as you squirmed in Marco's hands in a mock show of getting out of her grip. You couldn't just give up on your torment once you were caught, that would be too easy.
Before long, Marco stopped, pushing open a door and going inside. The familiar scent of the First Mate's room filled your nose, the excited-nervous knot in your stomach tightening.
You shivered in anticipation, after so long without relief — as Marco had forbidden you from touching yourself without her permission and while you were just fine with breaking most of her rules, it only took one time being put into the chastity belt for a week to follow that rule perfectly. So instead you pushed at the edge of the rules, trying to goad Marco's restraint into snapping so she would fuck you.
You were unceremoniously dumped onto her bed, immediately scrambling up to try and escape, but you didn't even get part way off of the bed before Marco was grabbing you again, this time, manhandling you over her lap, a strong hand pinning you in place unable to do much more than squirm.
"Stay still, yoi," Marco scolded, hand briefly digging into the fat of your ass, which was presented deliciously on her lap. Just to tick her off a bit more, in for a penny in for a pound as they say, you let out a little moan, fluttering your eyelashes in case she could see.
She sighed, an exasperated, tired sound, but you could detect the tiny traces of fondness in her voice. You grinned to yourself, loving the effect you had on the usually collected woman.
Your smile was wiped off of your face when the first smack landed on your ass, the force dampened by the clothes you still had on but that didn't mean it didn't sting. You hadn't realized you had yelped in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden hit, until Marco chuckled softly.
"So you can stay still, birdie. Good to know I won't have to restart your training from scratch." She pet at your still clothed ass, your thighs clenching together as you anticipated a strike that never came.
"Tease," You hissed, gritting your teeth together. That was totally unfair! Marco usually loved to tell you just how much punishment you had incurred before she started, letting the fear-arousal ramp up as the knowledge, so you truly weren't expecting her to start your punishment so fast.
"I'm a tease?" She asked in a tone that made it clear she wasn't really asking, "Well then what you could be when you wore no panties in the busy infirmary all day today, bending over at every opportunity to show off your pussy like a needy slut?"
"That's different," You protested, although your words lacked any conviction, she was right you just refused to give in just yet, she'd need to work more for that. You always eventually gave into her, but it was no fun if you lost the game too fast.
"Is it, yoi?" You could practically hear the amused lift of her eyebrows in her voice, but you nodded your head anyway. She hummed to herself, quickly ripping your thin transparent tights and skirt off of your body until your bottom half was completely exposed to Marco, goosebumps prickling at your skin from the cool air now sweeping across your skin.
"Well then," She mused, tapping her fingers against your bare skin, "I suppose you'll just be punished for being a whore, not a tease instead, yoi."
Your head spun, trying to figure out what that meant, if you were going to get off lightly today — though you doubted it — or if you had just made your punishment worse by mouthing off to Marco.
But before you could get lost in your own head, mulling over the options, Marco made her move. She rained down a series of slaps on your bare ass, the stinging pain leaving you breathless with your mouth parted. You panted, Marco seeming to let you catch your breath before she continued your punishment or was it to cause fearful anticipation for when she would strike next, you didn't know but both options had your lower stomach tightening.
This time when Marco struck you, she focused on one area, making sure that you would be bruised for days after your punishment. You shivered at the thought of the ache, the pain of sitting down, of having to hie your expressions at mealtimes for as long as the bruises took to heal.
Marco spread your legs a little, shoving your hands in between your thighs to swipe two fingers through your folds. It was only then that you realized you were wet, practically dripping onto Marco's thighs and the bedsheets. You bit your lip as embarrassment welled up in your chest, as much as you knew in your head that being spanked got you off, it was always embarrassing to be reminded of that fact in the middle of a punishment.
"What's this, yoi?" Marco dangled her slick fingers in front of your face, grabbing your jaw when you tried to look away, "You do know this is supposed to be a punishment, right birdie? Or are you just so depraved you'll get off on discipline?"
You opened your mouth to retort, to try and save some semblance of your dignity even though you knew it was futile, but were cut off by your own yelps and moans as Marco smacked you again, harder this time, shivers running up and down your body uncontrollably at the sensation.
This time she didn't let up for a long while, striking your ass with her bare hand until you were a whimpering, shaky, mess in her lap, voice cracking on moaned pleads for mercy, of which she'd never give.
"Are you ready to apologize now?" A comforting hand running up and down your spine, and you fought against the shaking of your body, flooded with arousal, to open your mouth.
"Mommy," You whined, begging for something but you were unsure of what that something really was. You wanted her to stop, you wanted her to continue the punishment, you wanted to cum, you just couldn't put any of it to words. You shifted your thighs, the ache intensifying pleasurably, and you were suddenly aware of how close you were to cumming, you just needed a little more, the coil of your arousal tight in your stomach.
"Yes, birdie?" Her voice was calm again now, the very picture of the First Division Commander that everyone else saw, "What do you want from Mommy?"
You struggled, hips twitching down to Marco's leg in a desperate attempt to get some friction, to maybe topple yourself over the edge without help but Marco stopped you with another slap, this time to the tops of your thighs.
"Use your words." She scolded. You could sob, and maybe you were crying you weren't really sure, it was so hard to talk, to think about what you needed.
"Please," You wailed, barely gathering together the brain power to make a coherent sentence, the ache between your legs and on your ass diverting most of your attention. You clawed at the bed in front of you, desperate for something to ground you
Finally you were able to gasp out, squirming around desperate for contact, "Mommy, I need to cum."
"Oh birdie," She patted your ass in mock sympathy, "You didn't earn the right to cum tonight, yoi." This time you were sure you were crying, sobs catching at your throat before tumbling out of your lips, burying your face in the bedsheets.
"Please," Your voice cracked, muffled even to your own ears.
"If you're a good girl tomorrow, you can cum but you better be on your best behavior." Marco talked as if she didn't hear your plea, but you knew she did, her ears some of the best in the crew.
She picked you up in her lap, settling you against her shoulder, and you curled into her, greedily soaking up the physical contact even as your neglected pussy leaked onto her lap and your ass ached painfully from the position you were sitting in.
Marco pressed a kiss to your forehead before scooping you up to carry you to the bathroom, settling you on the counter, your sore red ass a stark contrast to the cool stone you were sitting on.
Soft sniffles and whimpers still fell from your lips as you pouted up at Marco, hoping that she would feel pity and let you cum but all she did was wipe away your tears with a damp towel before beginning to wipe you clean.
She paid special attention to your pussy, careful not to provide you any of the stimulation you so craved while cleaning you up. A pitiful whine slipped out of your mouth but Marco was gracious enough to pretend to not hear it, you weren't in complete control of yourself in that head space.
Your hands twitched, curling into the soft fabric of Marco's shirt, needed it to ground you as the clashing sensations of arousal-pain-chill wracked your body. She allowed that comfort, your punishment was already over after all, and you loved to cling to her for comfort after sex.
"Come on birdie, let's go to bed yoi," She picked you back up, seeming to know that your legs were too wobbly still to support your weight before walking back to her big comfortable nest of a bed.
She tucked you in first and you wordlessly reached out to her, trying to tug Marco into bed next to you. Marco slipped into bed and you immediately were curled up in her arms, the adrenaline from provoking her and getting punished fading into exhaustion, fueled by the soft pillow under your head and the warm body next to you.
finally back to writing!!! i miss it soooo much, so i'm going to try and write two oneshots instead of one this month to get caught up on my ideas (so the two top voted will get written this month) :} hopefully the marco brat taming fic comes out today but there's a small chance it'll come out tomorrow
pick a oneshot!
butch ace/reader - getting caught by butch marco
marco/izou/reader
yan neighbor butch marco/reader
vista/reader - poker night
fem vista/reader - lactation
yandere mean butch marco/reader - noncon cannibalism + somnophilia
sometimes i feel deeply connected to the very hungry caterpillar.
anyway in other news hopefully the marco brat taming fic will be out this weekend?? i really hope so, i want to finally get it done and move onto a new wip idea from my list!!!
Summary: A small florist on an island had been able to soothe an insomnia issue for Marco, so her brothers decided to bring the lil' darling onboard. She's not exactly upset with them, or against the idea, but now she needs to bring her darling little Sparrow around to her new situation.
CW: dub con, impact play, brat taming, fingering, forced orgasms, Sparrow has chronic pain, 18+ minors dni
Sparrow is owned by @sylkiesong
Enough had been enough.
Marco might not have decided to kidnap the little Sparrow herself, but she was grateful to her brothers for having done so. The feisty flower shop owner had been able to help her calm down and sleep some of the best sleep she’d had in years, so she understood why they plopped the cheeky little thing into her room some days ago.
Already set out to sail there was nothing for Marco to do, and nothing she wanted to do either. Miss Sparrow was going to have to accept her fate. As far as Marco was concerned, it wasn’t even a bad fate. Marco’s devil fruit was a great boon to the woman, who suffered with chronic pain. While the phoenix herself couldn’t heal the illness, she was fully capable, and willing, to ease the symptoms.
And show her beautiful little bird the world at the same time.
You wouldn’t think someone who was so small, and so prone to chronic pain, could be such a handful, but even with all of Marco’s talking and all the accommodations provided to her, she had not calmed down. Honestly, it seemed like the more Marco tried to talk to her, the more she was consciously trying to be difficult.
“Hey!” The yell was far too loud for someone so small. Slight frame, pale skin, and beautiful lavender hair that framed her deep purple eyes well, she was quite beautiful. But also quite troublesome. “What are you doing?!”
Marco had grabbed her, and was already putting the little bird over her knee.
“You won’t listen to reason, so we’re going to do this a different way, yoi.” She asserts, easily pinning the small girl with an arm around her waist.
Holding her against Marco’s side, using her knee to force Sparrow’s hips up, locking her smaller legs in place with one of her own. At six foot eight, Marco towered over her, and she was also much stronger physically.
“Let me go!”
“No, settle.” Marco commands, the wriggling body in her grasp wasn’t going to go anywhere unless she permitted it.
“I will not settle! I want to go back home! I want to run my shop, not be some—!” SMACK!
Marco had lifted her skirt and smacked her ass in one swift motion. The idea of being spanked was indignant enough, but Sparrow could feel the pirate doctor pulling her underwear down. Blood rushes to her face in embarrassment, and drains in cool fear a second later, realizing how fully locked into position she was.
“Wait! Wait, don’t do that! Don’t you dare-!” Another harsh smack, this one against her bare skin, it stutters her words again. Before she can say something else there’s a second sharp swat, then a third.
“Stop! Stop you beast! Heathen! Hussy!” It didn’t matter what words she bellowed, another smack landed after each one.
They were heavy and snappy, rattling through her muscles and stinging her skin. It was odd not to feel the usual aches of her own body, the spanking giving her something new to focus on. But it was also humiliating, having her bare butt up in the air. She couldn’t even reach around the massive arm holding her in place to try and cover herself.
There’s a strange feeling mixing with the pleasure that she isn’t sure she likes. It’s an odd tingle, that’s making her clench, and bringing an image to mind of Marco being far more intimate. The woman was beautiful, and her voice had been curling around Sparrow’s neck like a leash the last few days during their conversations.
It was really only Sparrow’s own stubbornness that had kept things from progressing. She’d been completely enamored with the bad ass lady pirate who had come into her flower shop, and had even lamented to herself that she would miss her. As much as she might have had a quick and heavy crush on her, she still didn’t want to give up so easily.
Especially not to someone who could, and was, overpowering her with so little effort. It was a matter of pride, even if she wasn’t entirely sure what good that pride was going to do her.
“St-stop!” She cries, legs twitching uselessly against Marco’s thick thigh. “Stop right now!”
Marco’s tempo doesn’t slow. She rains tempered smacks on Sparrow’s ass until it’s swollen and red. The screaming and kicking carries on through most of it, though she quickly runs out of the strength to continue making a fuss.
Her yelling and struggling has mostly abated, until one exceptionally heavy smack makes Sparrow moan in a way that wasn’t entirely pain-filled. There’s a brief pause and the same smack lands on the other cheek.
“Hnngh!” Sparrow’s body tenses, her toes curling a little. “D-don’t… don’t do that.”
“Why, you seem to like it.” Marco says, landing the precise slap again, and again and again and by the fourth one there’s no denying the moan ripped from Sparrow’s throat is hot and needy.
“I don’t— no!” She cries as thick fingers slip against her folds. “Don’t you dare!”
Marco rubs her labia a couple times while she squirms, before landing a wet spank against her ass. The wet from her slit makes it sting more than before, but the sharp sting lingers against the dull ache that’s been throbbing almost since the start. Marco rubbing her pussy again mixes the pain with a strange pleasure, but the half-hearted protest turns into a yelp when the next smack lands on the back of her thighs.
“You certainly seem to be enjoying it.” Marco asserts, her fingers teasing Sparrows clit lightly.
“I’m not,” Sparrow tries to assert, but there’s not as much fight in her voice.
“Oh? Those last smacks wouldn’t have been so wet if you weren’t dripping,” Marco’s long, thick fingers push deep into Sparrow’s vagina, easing in deep with how wet she is. Marco can feel the moan rattling inside the woman’s chest, but she can also feel Sparrow’s nails biting into her own skin as she tries to fight the pleasure. “Hold out for a full minute, and I won’t spank you anymore, yoi.”
“M-minute, what? I don’t, don’t k-know.”
Marco’s fingers curl inside Sparrow’s cunt, her ring finger rubbing against her clit.
“Oh, shit, no. No no no, you caa~an’t—fuck!” Sparrow’s babbling is interrupted by her own body shivering under the skills of the fingers playing with her.
“Enjoying all that pain has you desperate for a nice orgasm, doesn’t it, little birdie?”
Sparrow sobs for a moment, shaking her head and trying to fight back against the encroaching pleasure. “No! No it hasn’t, it hasn’t!”
“Oh ho? Not denying you enjoyed the pain, yoi.” Marco hums, raking her wet nails down the back of Sparrow’s leg before she can try to argue. It’s little more than a whimper that falls from her lips when Marco’s fingers plunge back into her messy pussy.
“Just a few more seconds little sparrow.” Marco encourages. “You can hold out for me, can’t you?”
“Nnngh! I can, but not… for… you!” She tries to assert such, but even as the last word leaves her mouth the rush of pleasure that follows behind is too much.
Sparrow’s body shudders against Marco’s thighs, her hands smacking against Marco’s back as the pleasure rips through her. The sweet sound is more like a growl, anger maybe directed at that fact the pirate is equally skilled in giving pleasure as she is in doling out pain.
“And a full second before the minute mark, what a Good Girl. You did your best, didn’t you?” Marco muses, shifting the arm that has Sparrow pinned to her side, and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
The firm tug pulls her head back, Marco’s elbow tucked against her back keeps her pinned against Marco’s thighs. Her arms flail for a moment as she scrambles to find some purchase, grabbing the muscled thigh to brace herself.
Marco’s other hand pushes a third finger into Sparrow’s dripping pussy, making loud wet sounds as she finger fucks her roughly. Long thick fingers demand pleasure from Sparrow’s body whether she wishes to feel it or not. There’s nothing she can do, the strong sensations, the spanking from earlier, her position, she can’t even pull herself together enough to beg for mercy as Marco forces her toward another orgasm.
The second her sloppy cunt clenches on Marco’s fingers, she pulls them out of Sparrow’s pussy and spanks her ass roughly and repeatedly. The action seems to break the strong euphoria and send the shards of it deep into Sparrow’s sensitive body.
Heaven and hell. Sweet euphoria driven deeper by harsh, stinging slaps against an already tender ass. The strange, strangled sound that gurgles out of Sparrow’s mouth is as wet and messy as she is, tears and drool dribbling down her chin.
Marco doesn’t stop spanking her until she’s done twitching. Her shivering breathing, and limp body draping over Marco’s thigh like a rag doll before she stops. She moves Sparrow carefully, using her own healing flames to ease some of the tension and pain still left, though there’s not a lot she can risk doing. The flames use the patient’s stamina, and her small little bird has precious little left.
Cradling her small companion in her arms, she makes sure that they’re both comfortable.
“There you go, yoi.” Marco says soothingly, brushing hair away from Sparrow’s swollen, messy face. A soft cloth helps clean away the last few tears, as Sparrow hiccups through a few more deep breaths. “Oddly better now, isn’t it?”
Sparrow hesitates for a second, but then nods, turning a bit and tucking her face into Marco’s breasts. It doesn’t hide the rush of blood into her ears, or the heat radiating from her face that Marco can feel flowing into her chest.
“There’s a good girl. I’ll always help you, my sweet little bird.” Marco promises, petting Sparrow’s hair. “Whether that means easing your pain, or breaking that bratty attitude of yours.”
