Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Marco the Phoenix
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Writer's Choice AU (Canon)
Prompt: fuck or die/Aphrodisiac 

Summary: The WBP have a prolonged fight with a pirate crew that has Weird Devil Fruits. The strange utility of the fruits makes the fight a pain, but after a long victory they celebrate.

Content Notes: Aphrodisiac, devil fruit trigger fuck-or-die scenario, consensual but way more angsty than I meant ^^;

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You had been celebrating on the beach with the others after a particularly frustrating fight with another pirate crew. It wasn't that the others were stronger than you and yours, it was that they had quite a few devil fruit users with weird abilities that had been a pain to deal with.

Even Marco had started to lose his cool by the time the fight was wrapping up.

But now, with the sun down, fires roaring, and ale flowing, the crew was relaxing properly after their victory. You just needed to step away and clear your head for a moment - the fire felt too warm, and the noise was too loud. It got like that some times, so it wasn't a big deal for you to step away.

A few minutes after, Marco caught up with you. He called out before he approached, and you gave him a warm smile. It was always nice to sneak a few moments where it was just the two of you. Your relationship was new, but comfortable.

"Can I keep you company, yoi?" He asks, handing over a fresh mug of ale. "It's practically water, I figured you wanted something softer since you were stepping away."

"Aww, always looking out for me." Your reply carries the sound of the smile on your lips as he bends low and lets you kiss his cheek after you take the mug. "What would I do without you?"

"Soar the skies and see the world." He replies, ruffling your hair before kissing the top of your head. "Much as I'm glad you like keeping me around, you could rule the world, yoi."

You laugh. He wasn't being self-deprecating, commander of the first division that he was, but it was always endearing how much faith he had in you.

You turn to say something to him when a feeling pricks at both of your senses. Tossing the mugs, your sword is in your hands, and Marco's flames are alight before you even see the man leap from the darkness and into your view.

He's not focused on you, his eyes, body and will are all headed straight for Marco. You know, in every part of yourself, that Marco can handle himself, but something grabs hold of your heart and you lunge at the pirate before he reaches your commander.

The wild look in the man's eye changes and the twisted grin on his lips is enough for you to realize your error. Marco's hand reaches past you as the pirate splashes something on both of you. The shock of the water is enough to stutter your actions and the man drops to his knees, laughing.

His laughter has such an edge to it that you don't know what to do. You both take a step back, but once you do a strange sensation hits you. Your body tenses, and you collapse as Marco bursts into flames. He seems to be almost completely gone for a second before he's holding onto you. Flames lick at his hands where he's holding you, and he turns a harsh gaze toward the pirate as your vision goes hazy.

"What did you do!?" He demands.

"A gift," the pirate says between his cackles. "One I would've preferred to bestow on your whole miserable crew! Have you bastards celebrate," he spits the word, his laughter ending abruptly. "Properly."

"Marco... hnnngh, hot. Marco, I'm b-burning up." You gasp. There's a painful heat in your body, and you can feel the powerful need between your thighs. This bastard pirate dosed you, or maybe it was another weird devil fruit, but you felt like you were going to catch on fire. "I need... you. I need," you struggle with the words. The two of you were close, but not that close, not yet.

"I need your help." You manage to get the words out and the pirate laughs.

"Yeah, you do, don'tcha? I love that it works that way. That you know what you need, know you can't do anything to save yerself." He sits back. "Don't mind me, tell him whatcha need."

You feel Marco shift and a long, taloned leg, snaps out past you and smashes into the pirate's face. You're sure you heard a crunch, and you don't have to look at Marco to know he's furious. With luck, the bastard'll choke on his blood while he's unconscious, but he's not your concern right now.

"Sorry," you murmur softly. Marco's hands shifts against your skin as he starts to tell you that you don't have to apologize, but your skin's on fire and the contact makes you cry out.

He flinches for a split second, thinking he's hurt you, but the particular melody of your cry is distinct.

"... Oh."

"Yeah," you husk the words and put a hand over his, urging his hands to move more. You sigh in relief and pleasure even as his fingers do little more than move over your arms. "I know this is... we haven't talked about it... but... please."

You can feel the tears stinging your eyes. It wasn't fair to have it happen like this. You almost started laughing - the entire crew's devil fruits had been frustrating and weird, but this was on a completely different level.

Before you can voice your frustration, Marco's lifted you up into his arms, moving away from the unconscious pirate, and the crew.

"It's alright," he says reassuringly. "Just because it doesn't happen the way we want, doesn't mean it's bad that it's happening, yoi."

He doesn't have to travel too far until he finds a place that seems isolated enough. Setting his shirt on a large flat rock that juts out from the tree line, he lays you out on the stone. Pulling the sash from his pants, and then helping you out of yours, he gives you an apologetic smile.

"I'll just have to take my time properly next time." He promises, stroking his cock a few times before rubbing it against your dripping cunt. "Strip you down nice and slow, yoi." He huffs, letting you keep your hands over your mouth so you can stifle the sounds you can't control right now. "I won't let you muffle your voice next time," he promises.

"Silk sheets, and warm light," he continues, pressing against your entrance. You wriggle from the sensation so much that he pulls back and grabs a hold of your legs. "Tie you up so you can't do anything but accept the pleasure I give you, yoi."

His voice is carrying reassurance, desire, and frustration. "It'll be so perfect, eventually neither one of us will remember this." He pushes in, hilting in one go because of how wet you are.

Your legs wrap around him, and your arms scramble for purchase as pleasure jolts through you. His fingers nearly dig into the rock as he starts to move, your voice right by his ear, words of apology and praise and need and gratitude spilling out like water.

"Don't apologize, pretty bird." He says, kissing the side of your face. "You're doing so good, I'll make you feel better and better so many more times after this."

Marco's promise sinks into your skin, as your body shudders against his. The lines your nails scratch into his skin heal in sparks of flames, your toes curling and vision going hazy as you climb seemingly impossible heights.

"Kuh!-Cumming!" You cry, suddenly feeling so overwhelmed from the pleasure that you started to scramble to get away from him. Marco pins your wrists to the rock, lips devouring your cries as he pushes you over the edge. A sharp tang of copper on your tongue is the only proof that you accidentally bit him as the orgasm rocked your body, forcing almost painful spasms through your muscles.

Marco bodily holds you down, keeping you from hurting yourself as he makes sure to push you all the way through it.

Exhaustion settles into your bones as your body finally clears the impact of the devil fruit. Panting and crying, you cling to Marco, your face buried in the crook of his neck. His arms slip under you easily and he hugs you close, pulling out carefully.

"It's okay, pretty bird. Shh, shh, it's okay." His tone and actions are so soothing it makes you cry harder. You feel him flinch before he hugs you tighter. "I love you too, yoi."