Birthday Request Event v 2025
Reader Style: gn/afab Character: Marco/Shanks Vibe: Dub-con Rating: NSFW Ending Style: Ambiguous Prompt: Saved from yan by yan Gift Giver: @nocturnalrorobin
Summary: When a yandere emperor saves you from your yandere commander, the real twist is who is actually yandere for whom.
Content Notes: dubcon, sex, kidnapping, mentions of free use, 18+ minors dni
The throb of Marco’s cock buried in your cunt makes you cum whether you want to or not. You don’t hold back the sweet cry, knowing that it’s better to keep his mood up, and let yourself sink into the deep post-orgasm kisses that follow.
You’d been in Marco’s birdcage for so long it almost didn’t feel like a cage anymore. You were comfortable in the lavish space he’d made for you, and you didn’t even long for the outdoors enough to ask to go out. He would still take you, making sure you got exercise that was more than twice-daily sex, and exposure to light that was just as good for you as his flames.
You move with him while he gets you cleaned up, doing the domestic dance of pretending to enjoy a life you’ve come to accept. Marco’s devotion is intense, and there was nothing you could do to stand against it. You weren’t unhappy, but you hadn’t chosen this life, so there was always a slight bitter feeling at the edges of your heart.
His crew mates would come visit, staying for a meal, and sometimes partaking of you as dessert when Marco allowed. Some of his… friends… would come visit as well, but while Marco never sent them away, he didn’t share you the same way. Not even with the red-head. He was unique among Marco’s visitors, as your husband was always on edge when Shanks came around. You weren’t entirely sure which one of them was stronger, and you thought that Marco didn’t want to test that answer either.
Maybe that’s why you didn’t question it when Shanks appeared at your window in the small hours of the morning. You’d gotten up to stretch, since you didn’t sleep much during the night. Marco went out to the island and did doctor things during the day, and there wasn’t much to do so you tended to nap a lot. The cool quiet night was more comfortable to you than the bright day anyway, but maybe it was also because the few fleeting hours that Marco slept were the only moments you got away from him.
Shanks puts a finger to his lips as he soundlessly opens the window. You were certain they had been locked, old, and creaky, but there wasn’t a sound to be had.
It almost feels like it’s someone else that accepts the hand reaching out to you, an odd jolt going through you at the touch of your fingers against his calloused palm. It was the first contact with someone else that you had initiated.
Once he had your hand you were moving at such a speed it was dizzying. You clung to the man who seemed to fly faster without wings than even Marco could. It seemed to barely take him a dozen steps to clear the island and end up on his own ship. The vessel was beyond the horizon before the sun even rose.
You understood, as you sat at a table with people you didn’t know, eating a hearty breakfast that was likely to put you to sleep after the adrenaline of it all, that you had effectively been kidnapped. The Red Force, with its raucous crew and lively atmosphere, was just a bigger bird cage.
Shanks keeps his distance at first, much like how Marco did at the beginning. Giving you the illusion of space on a ship you can’t leave, in a vast ocean with no islands in sight. He sits close by and looks at you with desire in his eyes while you eat, and you remember the flutter in your stomach when Marco had done the same. The way your cheeks flushed when you spied his attention on you.
Maybe if you willingly dance the dance this time you’ll be more free than you had been.
Or at least you’ll choose the bars you dwell behind.
“Is it even a choice if no one has the key?” You muse to the open ocean air.
“What was that?” Shanks questions and you shake your head.
“Nothing,” you say with a smile, turning toward him. “Are you going to keep me at sea until I answer your question?”
“Mm?” Shanks’ eyes go wide before he laughs. The first day you’d come aboard his ship he had asked if you wanted to join him, or disembark at an island far from Sphinx. You had asked for time to consider your options. “Nah, nah,” he waves his hand dismissively, shaking his head.
“The moment we make landfall, Marco will know which way we went.” He explains, giving you that easy and reassuring smile. It’s nearly as disarming as Marco’s was. “Sadly an Emperor cannot make port without also making waves.”
“Do you fear Marco, then?” Your body language and your tone are curious, and you’re glad that Shanks doesn’t seem offended by the question.
“Do you?” He returns, and you nod.
“Much as anyone who isn’t strong would.” You admit honestly, looking pointedly at him.
“I can protect you.” Shanks offers, voice soft, smile warm.
“And if I took someone else’s hand through a window one morning?” You shift nearer to him, the shift of your hips coming up to meet his hand.
“Are you asking me to keep you somewhere with no windows?” He questions bemusedly.
“I’m saying don’t protect me so much I crave adventure.” You answer honestly, his hand flexing against your hip. Your eyes shift from his hand to his eyes and you offer up a smile. “Any island you leave me on, Marco will find me. With you I can see so much more.”
Acceptance of Shanks was acceptance of your place with him. Hungry as even Marco had been, it was barely a couple hours after dinner and you were in his room, melting into the wickedly soft touch.
Maybe it was his amicable nature, how loud his joy was comparatively, but you wanted to buy into the fantasy. You wanted to believe that the bars of your cage were just the leftover illusions of your time with Marco. Was it harder to believe because you weren’t wholly unhappy?
Or was the feeling settling in your stomach a hint of dread? That maybe you preferred a cage and all the security that came with it. Especially when you could be indulged by such powerful people without fear for your life.
“Will you ride me?” Shanks questions, laying back on the bed. “Take the place you want yourself.”
You can’t help the sardonic grin on your lips. “Prove I’m doing this willingly?” You muse, fingers dancing around his shaft.
Shanks’ only response is a wide grin as you straddle him, taking your hand with his and keeping you steady. You wonder if there are perks for stroking his ego, but as quickly as you consider the idea you dismiss it. Marco saw through falsehoods with ease, Shanks was no different.
The next second is dizzying. The door bursts open and Shanks moves you and him with such speed and ease you almost feel sick from it. Clinging to him for stability you can feel a heavy tension in the room. You’re both naked, and you’re still straddling his lap, leaning against his chest.
“You found us faster than I expected.” Shanks says, in a tone that’s light and deadly at the same time.
You turn to regard the frigid silence, and the fierce look on Marco’s face terrifies you. It’s impossible to know if he’s angry with you, or simply livid you were taken from him.
“Aww, don’t scare them like that,” Shanks berates. “You’re pretty bird is precious to me, sure, but they’re just the bait in this situation, don’t be mad at them.”
Marco stiffens. Shanks’ crew is at his back. In his rage he hadn’t noticed them, in his hubris he hadn’t cared.
“Come on, old friend,” Shanks says, his voice far warmer than it had been toward you, even as he nuzzled his cheek against your hair. “All this time I’ve wanted you, but I never intended to take your precious darling away from you. Come join us, and show me how you make this beautiful bird sing.”
