#Phoenix Marco

[zorossugarmama]

I’d like to think that canonically Marco from one piece has died at least three times.

Why do I think this? because bro has gone through at least three design changes before we meet him in Wano again after the two year time skip. 

Every time he’s died and returned, he’s gotten marginally hotter. Wano being his hottest form yet.

He also obviously with each rebirth becomes stronger and stronger.

Which is why he was able to take on Kizaru during marineford.

It also makes his strength earned rather than given because he’s had to die in order to become stronger. 

(Don’t ask me why then in the flashbacks hes blonde…)

[crossguild]

OP FAN LETTER INTRODUCTION

[luna-orix]

Ghosts of the Past

[friedbluechicken]

Marace,

what it meant to be carrying you that day

[glasskoi]

he wasn't listening

[minniiaa]

Why do color spreads always hurt? Like look how happy Shanks and Marco are just having a drink teasing Ace and Sabo who are legit the same person in a different font in their stupid ass shirts (Sabo’s is actually cute, Ace looks like a Hawaiian tourist tho)

I’d bet Shanks said something smug basically inferring Luffy loves him more than them and they refuse to accept that while Marco is just agreeing with Shanks cause he likes to stir the pot. They’re actually Luffy’s family and they love their little bro/son so much. 😭

Why is this not real pls Oda.

EDIT - A lovely commentor advised that Oda said Ace and Sabo are actually thanking Shanks for saving Luffy which is even cuter. Love them.

[telathion]

I was shown the most important ad of the year already.

[vertakin]

The phoenix himself!🔥🔥 Finally got out of my art dry spell 🫡

[writer0018]

Ace: You all were a wonderful experience.

Luffy, Sabo, Garp, Dadan, Dadan's bandits, Deuce, Spade pirates, Whitebeard, Marco, Thatch, Whitebeard pirates, Otama, Yamato: You were... everything.

[battlefrankies]

man. when the moby dick goes down and everyone's yelling and understandably upset, marco and whitebeard are the ones whose reactions are emphasized, and they don't really have anything to say. u think they watched that ship get built together? way back when marco was just a little kid and he was setting out in the world with his pops and pops said 'this is gonna be our home'... the straw hats' connection to the merry was already so strong after less than a year, they were a family just as much as the whitebeard pirates are, then you take that bond with their home and multiply that by 30+ years. another stepping stone to the new age, but this one really hurts

[blacklegsanjiii]

Darker au where Sanji is mute thanks to Judge and A+ parenting. It would happen during one of what Judge would call his ‘episodes’ and has the scientists make his vocal chords virtually unusable. Sanji waking up to his throat incredibly sore, unable to talk, his noises are garbled and he's terrified. When he's released, his brothers make use of the fact that Sanji can’t talk, beg, plead.

Judge is happy he doesn't have to hear the weakling cry. When Sanji finally breaks away to his mother's room in the medical wing, her nurse and Sora listening to the noises, looking at the scar in horror. He can't say ‘mama’ anymore and she just holds him. Tells him fairy tales and stories of her home kingdom. When Sanji is asleep the nurse and Sora look at each other as the nurse says he can go back in the morning. Sora nods as she tries to think of any contacts she may have. She starts making calls immediately, quietly, asking for help discreetly. Nothing Judge could find.

Except no one can before her untimely demise and then Sanji's thrown in the dungeon. The nurse desperately looking for him, for proof of death, only to find him in the dungeon, months after his brothers have found him, hurt and starved. The sobs as he reaches through the bars to her to which she grabs his hands and holds them, promising to get them out of this Hell.

It takes a while until she gets a call back, some younguns of an emperor who has agreed to come get him if they meet at an island. The nurse manages to get him out, but can't get the helmet off and gets him into a boat to get to the island. Sanji is staring at the sky and the clouds as the nurse talks to him. Telling him the same stories his mother would, she has a small suitcase of things for him and a bag for the boy's passage, to pay, to get him free.

When the pirates show up she sees Marco and Teach of the Shirohige who are looking in shock at the little boy. So small, trapped in a helmet, garbled noises coming out. Sanji tries to run from them but the nurse tries to calm him down, tries to explain he'll be safe with them. Marco offers for her to come and she shakes her head, she'll distract Germa for her lady's son to escape and Sanji cries harder knowing she's dying for him.

She gives the suitcase and bag to Teach which confuses him and Marco before she shushes Sanji and whispers she and his mother love him before handing him off and leaving. Sanji is sobbing in Marco's arms and trying to escape and the men talk about getting the helmet off him as they wait for him to either calm down or tire himself out. It takes a while and Marco and Teach keep talking to him, explaining they're going to keep him safe, there's a man who will give everything to protect his family and Sanji will be able to join it. Marco then asks if Sanji can talk and he shakes his head and the commanders are staring at each other because that information wasn't passed on to them. They thought he was just too upset but there's not been words coming from the boy and the noises sound choked and garbled so they take to the ship to start getting the helmet off.

Marco works on picking the locks on it as Teach sends calls out for anyone in the fleet who knows any sign language to meet at Moby and they sail for home. It takes a while and several others to come and try their luck for them to get it off the kid. It doesn’t work, instead they get the jaw to open so Marco smiles at the boy and offers a popsicle, something easy and light and hydrating. Sanji hesitantly takes it and eats it fairly quickly, afraid it’ll disappear or be taken away.

“He looks like you, could be mistaken for your kid.” Teach says when the boy falls asleep, swaddled in a couple of blankets.

“Because we’re blond?” Marco pans at him, Teach shrugs as he leaves. When they reach the fleet, the first things that happen are the helmet is finally picked open and off and Sanji is taken for a bath and thoroughly scrubbed down. Marco looks at the scars on the boy, but especially the one on his neck. He goes slow and asks Sanji if he can write, luckily the kid nods and it’s easy to communicate from there on, since the boy doesn’t know sign and only a couple members of the fleet do, but they’re all spread out over the territory.

Sanji sticks to Marco like he’s glued to him, Marco will carry him or let Sanji hang onto his belt loops, doesn’t shoo him away. Doesn’t mind the noises the kid makes and smiles at him when he does happen to make noise. The Old Man smiles at him and gladly welcomes him to the family, he often teases Marco for bringing the first grand-baby into the fleet. Marco just shrugs and says he’s glad he has the kid.

The same can’t be said for some on the fleet though.

It’s during a fleet party, after Marco puts Sanji to bed, when he’s drinking with a couple other commanders does Sanji run out, face and hands bleeding and dripping onto the deck and it’s the first time Marco actually feels rage. The men following no longer crew, nakama, they’ve tried to hurt a child, spewing that a mute ain’t got a place on the seas. They’re killed faster than Marco remembers and then he’s carrying Sanji to the infirmary, silent sobs shaking the boy as Marco starts cleaning them up.

“Well, it was a joke, but that anger, that fury was of a father. He’s your son.” Newgate says later. “His trust in you is greater than the rest of us, especially after that.”

Marco nods as he reads books on sign language, if he has a son he will do right by him, like his father did by him. Eventually they all start learning so that they can all effectively communicate with the fleet’s baby. Sanji takes to it with ease, a young brain absorbs information far easier than they’re elder brains can. He makes noise still, but the damage to the larynx and vocal chords is irreparable, can’t form words around the scar tissue and his noises are more like squeaks and whines.

Thatch and Marco eventually find Sanji likes to be in the kitchen, to help, to watch, to learn. They brainstorm ways to include Sanji outside of Thatch setting aside time to teach. They want to include him in cooking with the crew and Teach brings up putting a bell on Sanji’s wrist for call backs. Thatch says he could kiss him and Teach gags at the thought. The brother’s laugh as Thatch runs off to find a bell to put on Sanji. Sanji runs around the ship with the bell firmly attached to his wrist, his quiet glee making the commanders and his grandfather fawn over him. Marco has a hard time separating him from his bell when it’s time for bed, the pout, the signing joined by a twinkling bell. Marco just rests his chin on a hand as he watches his son with utter fondness tell him he’s not tired and wants to go back to the kitchen to help clean up.

“Time to rest, kiddo, you can help tomorrow. Let me take the bell off so it doesn’t wake us up.” Marco chuckles. Sanji pouts and holds out his wrist for Marco to remove, he falls asleep within minutes and Marco goes to lay in his own hammock.

Of course fighting with marines and other crews is dangerous for Sanji, an easy target because of his age and once word gets out about his inability to talk-well now everyone’s on edge. It’s only a matter of time before someone manages to actually get their hands on the boy.

And when they do, it’s a bloodbath. No one is satiated until the youngest is found. The pirates who caught him dangle his bell in front of him. They mock him, hit him, they are nothing but cruel as they make insinuations. Sanji tries to be brave but it’s so similar to the dungeon, so similar to what he went through already he begins to dissociate. He tries not to doubt his new family, but he doesn’t think they’re coming for him.

He smells smoke in the back of his head. It’s hard to come back to the forefront as the sounds of war sound from the deck. He hears shouting as Vista rushes to the bars in front of him, there’s several flashes of emotion before the bars are cut open. He goes and grabs Sanji only for him to wrench out of the hands with a gasp and tears pouring from his eyes. Vista tries to calm him but they need to get out before the ship burns down into the sea. Vista apologizes before grabbing the boy and running. Sanji can’t scream, he’s trying to fight his way out of the grip Vista has on him but he won’t let go. Not until they’re on the Moby, when Newgate who is too big for his mind to handle and it sends him spiralling into a panic attack. One that is not easily quelled until Nurse Tate takes him. Sanji eventually calms down later, Tate and Marco working side by side to clean and bandage him.

Tate smiles sweetly at him as she finishes taping some gauze down and moves to tie his bell to his wrist then shakes his arm lightly so it jingles. Sanji repeats the motion easily as Marco moves to check his concussion(moderate), his reflexes(fine-ish), and his breathing(painful thanks to some broken ribs).

“I won't let this happen again, you're my son and I failed to protect you. I'm sorry.” Marco promises. Sanji just leans into him, letting himself be held. The next morning Teach looks at him weirdly, like he's disappointed Sanji’s not more hurt. But he hides it quickly and Sanji doesn't see it again, not for years.

Jozu and Vista take to training the fleet's youngest immediately as he's cleared. He gets stronger as the years pass, a chip on his shoulder for his perceived weakness. He learns fast, Marco and Thatch will watch, and one day Izou decides to take Sanji and give him a gun. A quick training session later he’s fairly comfortable and Marco is looking at his brother and his son as they chat idly about guns, something about his son growing up that makes his chest ache.

It goes that way for years, Sanji gets stronger, the crew keeps track of the youngest, between Germa and all the others wanting him as a pawn in their fights. When they meet with Shanks for an alliance the crew keeps looking for the source of tinkling noise. Only to see a teenager running around with Izou and Vista with a bell on his wrist, smiling widely and making squeaking noises. Beck shares a look with his captain and goes to investigate. Sanji looks at the man built like a solid wall and signs at him. Izou wraps an arm around him possessively and grins at him.

“This is Marco’s boy, Sanji. Careful Beckmann.” Izou’s voice is edged with warning and Beck looks at the boy whose hands are moving faster than Beck knows what to do with. Izou is watching with amusement until something makes his face change dramatically. “I’m not translating that! He’s a right hand of another emperor and you don’t need to start a war!” Izou is looking at the boy and moving to wring his neck when Marco walks up.

“You have a son?” Beck asks the doctor.

“Yep, that’s Sanji.” Marco nods.

“Deaf?” Beck guesses.

“Mute.” Marco corrects as he looks at his kid. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish.” He warns before heading to the captains. Beck looks back at the kid and wild hands and the bell on his wrist, notes the scar on the boy’s neck. He smiles brightly at Beckmann before waving and running off to the galley. Izou sighs and rubs his temples.

“That boy, I swear. Needs friends his age.” Izou grumbles.

“Hard to find when most of the world doesn’t sign.” Beck rubs his shoulder comfortingly. “Or being in the Shirohige.” Izou groans as Beckmann heads back. When the meeting is done and everyone’s eating Shanks makes conversation with the youngest of his ally’s fleet. Thatch acting as translator as they talk and Shanks laughs at the teen’s antics. Later Sanji’s asleep and Shanks and Beck look at the boy, Yasopp says something about Usopp and Luffy that makes all of the Redhaired crew’s hearts ache. The next day they watch Sanji’s legs set alight as he chases Teach for something or other as Vista loses it with Jozu. Beck turns on his heel for their ship within a minute of seeing it. Shanks looks at Thatch and Marco who have their faces in their hands and groaning. Shanks follows Beck immediately after that sight. Over the years the crews have fun, learning to communicate in their own ways.

When a young hotshot tries to kill White Beard and is captured it sends rumors through the crew, very few being allowed to visit the prisoner. Sanji being one of them and he always smiles at the dark haired man who glowers at him. He drops off food and always frowns when he picks it up untouched. He always writes on a notepad to ask but the newcomer ignores him, despite the noises or the bell chime.

Until one day, anyway.

“Just use your voice and speak.” Ace tells the blond outside his cell who flips to a new page on his notepad and writes again. Ace groans and ignores the paper when it’s held out to him and the foot stomp. There’s a noise of anger or something from the blond in front of him but Ace chooses to stare at the ceiling of his cell. Instead a piece of paper is wadded and thrown at his feet as the blond stomps away.

It’s sometime later when Marco comes in and Ace hasn’t touched the food at all or the wadded up paper and the CMO is frowning at the kid. He knew Sanji was here earlier, he had been upset and Izou had taken the baby to go calm down, target practice the crossdresser muttered as he looked at the brig before going for the young blond.

“So, is there a reason you’re not eating and ignoring Sanji?” Marco asks with his arms crossed.

“If he would talk like a normal person maybe I’d listen to him.” Ace growls at him.

Marco blinks at him, the scar on Sanji’s throat is faded but if Ace had bothered to read what Sanji wrote he might know, because Marco doesn’t know what Sanji wrote.”Well, he’s mute mostly, had his vocal chords taken out as a kid.”

“What goods a mute at sea? You need to be strong, not need a babysitter.” Which would be funny coming from anyone but him and had he not said the first part. “The noises he can make drive me up the wall.” But all Marco sees is red and he opens the cell and Ace knows he fucked up so he dodges past and runs. Marco is on his heels but Ace gets to the deck and there’s an arm that chops his throat and stops all his momentum. Vista is glaring at him from where his back landed against the deck and Jozu is holding Marco back from his yelling.

“How dare you! Get off me! Let me go!” Ace hears as he chokes for breath.

“Calm down and explain.” Jozu tells him.

“He asked what goods a mute at sea.” Marco grits as the deck grows quiet. “Then said what noises Sanji can make are annoying.”

“Oh,” Vista says, his hand moving to his sword, “he doesn’t think Sanji is worthy of his bounty?”

“Enough, all of you, Sanji can handle himself. If Ace wants proof Sanji doesn’t need a watcher he can find out for himself.” Whitebeard announces, looking at the man who insulted his grandson. Ace glares as he starts picking himself up from where he was laid out. “Watch yourself, my grandson is not to be trifled with.”

Ace doesn’t feel fear, but a chill runs up his spine anyway. Ace is kept on deck until Izou and Sanji return, both confused at the way everyone is glaring at Ace who’s sat on deck pouting. Sanji’s hands fly in questions which are answered by others, that he’s allowed to fight Ace if he wants because Ace is an idiot and an asshole. Izou is rubbing his temples and groaning before he says they need to eat before Thatch comes hunting for Sanji. Thatch says it’s dinner time anyway and for everyone to come eat. They all follow, even Ace who watches Sanji’s hand move gracefully as Marco and Teach smile at him and ask questions which his hands seemingly answer. Ace has never encountered this in his travels before, so he watches the hands dance in the air, against his chest and head and face. Thatch smiles and brings up ingredients he’s found and the recipes they could try and Sanji must be putting his own input in. Sanji’s smile is bright like the sun over the ocean and Ace can’t pull his eyes from his hands.

“His feet dance just as well as his hands. Unless you still have your views?” Teach grins at him.

“Why doesn’t everyone know how to do that? Seems too useful to not know.” Ace grumbles.

“Because you aren’t the only one who held such views,” Vista starts, “took us all a bit of getting used to a quiet kid. But, once we did he had us all wrapped around his finger. Also makes him especially sneaky so I’d expect his revenge against you will be quite entertaining.” Vista’s grin is malicious and Ace feels his stomach churn.

“Don’t be mean to my boy again, understood?” Marco asks Ace and he doesn’t miss the phrasing of it.

“Yeah, I got it.” Ace chokes out as Sanji rolls his eyes. He is certainly Marco’s boy, the first grandchild of Edward Newgate. He is the baby of the fleet, used to be attached to Marco by the hip.

Maybe after a few more weeks Ace clumsily signs at Sanji, something simple. “I’m sorry, thank you for the food.” Sanji smiles and sits and shows him more, Marco watches from the doorway, knowing Ace will be readily accepted in more ways than one.

[alwayssassydreamer]

Fire Up The Night

A/N: usually i don't write for Marco but this was a gift for a friend (I don’t remember if you wanted me to tag you or stay "anonymous" 😅) actually meant to be posted on christmas but i f'd up sorry so here's your belated gift

Plot: during a sparring session with marco things take a heated turn

Warnings: smut, nsfw, p in v (implied), MDNI

Characters: Marco x F!Reader

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the training deck, the energy between you and Marco shifted.

You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, fueling your movements as you danced around him.

This time, however, there was no holding back. You were done playing it safe; it was time to take your game to the next level.

With a fierce determination, you feigned to the left, then spun around, aiming for his ribs. Marco anticipated the move and sidestepped effortlessly, but you were quick, pivoting to regain your balance and lunging at him again, your sword gleaming in the fading light.

“Not bad,” he admitted, a hint of challenge in his voice. “But you’re going to have to do better than that if you want to catch me.”

With a sharp intake of breath, you charged at him, forcing him to parry your blows with renewed vigor. Each strike was heavier, fueled by the desire to break through his defenses—not just in the sparring match but in the tension that simmered beneath the surface.

You could see it in his eyes—he was enjoying this just as much as you were, relishing the challenge and the way you pushed him to his limits.

In a sudden surge of boldness, you slipped past his guard, maneuvering your body against his.

“Let’s see how well you handle this,” you teased, leaning in closer, your lips nearly brushing against his cheek as you pressed your body against him.

Marco’s breath hitched for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes, but it quickly morphed into something darker—something primal.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a challenge.

“I know,” you replied, your tone sultry and daring. “But a little danger makes things more......interesting.”

With that, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you and the heat radiating between your bodies.

Before he could react, you pressed your lips against his with a fiery passion that ignited the air around you. The kiss was bold and demanding, and Marco responded immediately, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

But this time, he was no longer just reacting. He took control, pushing you back against the wooden training post, pinning you there with a heat that left you breathless. His mouth moved against yours with a fierce urgency, a mix of desire and raw power that sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the strength in his grip making you feel both vulnerable and exhilarated. The kiss became more frantic, more desperate, as you lost yourselves in each other, the boundary between rivalry and something deeper blurring with every passing moment.

As you broke away, panting, your foreheads resting against each other, you could see the desire swirling in his eyes—a hunger that matched your own.

“You’re not afraid to get rough, are you?” he asked, his breath mingling with yours, hot and intoxicating.

“Never,” you shot back, a playful challenge lacing your voice. "Are you?”

He grinned, the mischievous glint in his eye making your heart race.

“Oh, I think I can manage.”

Without warning, he grabbed your wrist again, his grip firm as he twisted you around, forcing you to face the post with your hands pinned above your head.

“Let’s see how long you can keep up this little game of yours,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

A thrill shot through you as you leaned into the pressure, feeling both restrained and excited.

“You think you can intimidate me?” you taunted, your voice low and sultry. “I’ll show you how resilient I am.”

With a swift movement, Marco released one of your wrists, giving you just enough freedom to turn slightly, your bodies brushing together in a tantalizing way. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the power he exuded sending another wave of desire crashing over you.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him again.

“But you’ll need to be careful. You don’t want to get burned.”

With that, he pressed his lips against yours once more, this time with a fierce passion that left no room for doubt. The kiss deepened, turning more demanding, filled with urgency and a wildness that matched the chaos brewing between you

Each kiss sent another wave of excitement through your body, a thrilling mix of pleasure and urgency.

Marco’s lips were like a fever, igniting every nerve ending as he deepened the kiss, pulling you further into this whirlwind of desire.

Then, as if sensing the tension escalating, Marco decided to turn it up a notch.

His hand slid under your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin with a careful yet possessive touch that made your breath hitch. You gasped into his mouth, feeling his warmth seep into your very core.

The sensation of his fingertips exploring your waist was electric, setting your skin alight in a way you’d never experienced before.You moved your hands instinctively, trailing them along his firm chest, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath your fingers. The heat radiating from him only intensified the thrill coursing through your veins.

It was thrilling to explore this side of him, and you relished the way he reacted to your every touch.

“God, you’re intoxicating,” Marco breathed against your lips, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and urgency.

His fingers continued their journey, tracing delicate patterns along your sides, igniting every inch of your skin where he touched.

"Maybe I should be saying the same about you,” you replied, your tone teasing as you leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his neck. The taste of him lingered in your mouth, and the raw desire swirling between you was palpable.

He tightened his grip on you, pulling you even closer as he tilted his head to give you better access. You kissed along the line of his jaw, feeling the hard contours of his body pressed against yours, making it hard to think straight.

The urgency of the moment made your heart race, and as Marco’s hand slid higher under your shirt, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. The sound fueled him further, and he turned to press you against the wooden wall again, his body pinning you in a way that made you feel both vulnerable and powerful.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” he asked, a challenge lacing his voice as his gaze locked onto yours. The intensity of his expression sent shivers down your spine, the playful game now teetering on the edge of something much more profound.

“I’ve never backed down from a challenge,” you shot back, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you leaned in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was hungry, filled with a passion that had been building between you from the very start.

As you pulled away momentarily to catch your breath, Marco’s fingers lingered just under your ribs, teasingly brushing against your skin.

“You’re playing with fire, you know,” he warned, his voice low and husky, filled with a mixture of desire and something more protective.

“And I’m not afraid to get burned,” you replied, your confidence surging.

You could see the flicker of approval in his eyes, the way his smile hinted at both amusement and admiration.

“Are you really sure about this?” Marco murmured between kisses, his breath warm against your lips

"I wouldn't be here if I weren't,” you replied, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart. You could feel the warmth pooling in your core, igniting every nerve ending as you surrendered to the moment. With a determined glint in your eyes, you pulled him closer.

Every touch felt electric, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, craving more of the heat he radiated.

“I want to see how far we can take this,” you whispered, your voice a mix of challenge and invitation. There was something intoxicating about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

Marco’s eyes darkened with desire, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Careful what you wish for,” he replied, his tone teasing yet serious.

His hands moved again, this time sliding lower, finding the hem of your shirt and pushing it up, revealing more of your skin. The cool air sent goosebumps racing across your body, heightening your awareness of every sensation.

“I could easily take you right here,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with promise.

The heat in his gaze made your heart race, the idea both thrilling and terrifying. You raised an eyebrow, feeling bold.

“Then what are you waiting for?” you teased, your voice laced with challenge.

The air crackled with tension, and Marco’s expression shifted from playful to serious, the weight of your words sinking in.

“You really want that?” he asked, his tone suddenly more intense.

“Maybe I do,” you replied biting your lip, the adrenaline coursing through you making you feel invincible

His gaze bore into yours, a mixture of desire and something deeper reflected in those vibrant eyes.

“Then let’s make it a night to remember,” he declared, his voice steady with conviction.

He led you to a quiet corner, where the stars twinkled above and the sound of the ocean filled the air. The moonlight spilled over the deck, casting soft shadows that danced around you.

he closed the space between you, capturing your lips again in a kiss that was both hungry and tender. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as you melted into him. It was a dance of passion, an exploration of the uncharted territory between you.

Just as you thought things couldn’t get any more heated, Marco broke the kiss and trailed his lips down your neck, sending waves of sensation rippling through you.

“You feel amazing,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and intoxicating. The way he spoke, filled with desire, made your heart race even faster.

“Marco…” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as you tilted your head back, granting him better access.

The sensations were overwhelming, and you found yourself surrendering to the pleasure he was invoking within you.

Suddenly, he paused, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I could get used to this,” he teased, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks

You began to explore, your hands roaming over his chest and shoulders, feeling the taut muscles as you pushed his shirt off. Marco watched you intently, a mixture of admiration and desire in his gaze as you confidently explored this new dynamic between you.

But he wasn’t about to let you have all the fun. With a swift motion, he turned the tables again, gripping your waist and lifting you effortlessly, placing you against the railing.

Your heart racing as you kissed him again.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel his hands tightening around your waist, fingers digging in just enough to remind you of the strength he possessed. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him even closer as the world around you faded into insignificance.

In a single motion, he lifted your shirt over your head, exposing your skin to the cool night air, contrasting with the heat building between you. You gasped at the sensation, the thrill of vulnerability heightening your desire for him.

He took a moment to admire you, his eyes roaming over your body, drinking in the sight before him.

“You’re breathtaking,” he breathed, his voice thick with admiration.

You felt a rush of heat at his words, a mix of pride and excitement swelling within you.

“Show me how breathtaking I am,” you urged, your voice steady and filled with anticipation.

With that, Marco’s lips descended on you again, exploring every inch of your skin, every curve, every secret that made you who you were. His hands roamed, gripping your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

You could feel the heat building between you, a hunger that was all-consuming. Each kiss, each caress only fueled the fire until you thought you might explode with desire. The night air was thick with tension as you both surrendered to the moment, losing yourselves in the sensations that enveloped you

As you explored each other’s bodies, Marco’s touch was both gentle and commanding, igniting a fire within you that demanded to be fed

The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of salt from the sea and something uniquely him. The heat of your bodies intertwined, and every kiss ignited sparks of electricity that made your skin tingle.

His hands found their way back to your waist, fingers deftly unbuttoning your pants with a confidence that made your heart race. You gasped as he slipped them down, leaving you vulnerable yet exhilarated.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his gaze filled with lust.

You felt a thrill run through you at his words, a blend of shyness and confidence as you pulled him closer, pressing your body against his

With a grin, Marco wasted no time in lifting you off the ground, cradling you against him as he found a more comfortable place and position. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him as he maneuvered you with ease, pressing you against the soft, worn wood of the deck.

He took a moment to admire you again, his eyes roaming hungrily over your exposed skin, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow around you.

“You’re a temptation I never knew I needed,” he said, his voice low and filled with intensity.

The moments became a blur of heat and passion, the sounds of the ocean the only witness to your intimacy. With each caress and kiss, you felt the barrier between you dissolve, leaving nothing but the raw, unfiltered connection that sparked between you.

As the intensity grew, Marco’s kisses traveled down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers through your body. He paused to nibble at your collarbone before moving to your nipples, drawing a gasp from you, and you could feel the tension building within you, a throbbing need that only he could satiate.

“Marco,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “Please.”

His eyes locked onto yours, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice teasing.

"I want you" you whined

With a low chuckle, he obliged, his lips finding yours again as he shifted your bodies, positioning you just right. The night air caressed your skin, contrasting the heat radiating from both of you, and every touch, every kiss felt electric.

As the intensity escalated, Marco’s movements became more urgent, and you could feel the tension between you building to a near-breaking point. He kissed you deeply, capturing your breath as his hands began to roam lower, teasing you with tantalizing touches that made your heart race.

With a swift movement, he slipped your panties aside, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze and touch. You gasped at the sensation, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the hunger burning inside you.

Marco took his time, exploring every inch of you, his fingers skillfully teasing your clit, coaxing soft moans from your lips.

“Marco, please,” you begged, the urgency in your voice growing more pronounced as the waves of pleasure built within you.

He grinned, his eyes dark with desire.

“Patience,” he whispered, leaning down to place soft kisses along your thighs as one hand played with your nipples the other circling your clit driving you to the brink of madness.

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, your body craving more as he worked his magic, but just as you were about to tumble over the edge, he pulled away, leaving you gasping for breath.

“Marco!” you cried out, frustration lacing your voice.

“Just a little longer,” he teased, his smile infuriatingly charming. “I want you to remember this.”

With that, he captured your lips again, kissing you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he brought you back to the heights of ecstasy. As the kiss deepened, you felt him aligning himself against you, his body pressing closer, and you could feel the unmistakable heat of desire radiating from him.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise. You nodded, your heart racing as you felt the world around you disappear once again.

“Yes,” you whispered, the word barely escaping your lips as he positioned himself against you.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he entered you, and you gasped at the sensation, the initial stretch igniting another wave of pleasure that crashed over you.

Your breath coming in shallow gasps as the heat within you grew.

Marco began to move, slowly at first, as if savoring every moment. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting every nerve ending in your body. You could feel the tension building again, the heat rising between you as your bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

The world outside faded completely, leaving only the sound of the ocean and your shared breaths. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, the intimacy between you deepening with every moment as you let out a loud moan.

Marco responded with a low growl, his pace quickening as he pushed you closer to the edge. The tension built to an unbearable level, and you felt yourself on the brink of madness, a wave of ecstasy threatening to pull you under.

“Marco!” you cried out, your voice rising in pitch as pleasure coursed through you, overwhelming your senses.

With a final thrust, the world exploded around you, and you surrendered to the ecstasy that enveloped you, your body arching against his as you cried out his name, lost in the sensation and not caring if anyone could hear you.

Marco followed soon after, his release washing over him in waves as he pressed his body against yours, their connection deepening as the two of you rode the high together.

In the aftermath, as the waves of pleasure subsided, you found yourself wrapped in Marco’s arms, both of you breathless and entwined. The world felt both endless and timeless, a perfect moment suspended between you.

“Wow,” you breathed, still reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired.

Marco chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with warmth.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect that either.”

You smiled, a mix of satisfaction and mischief dancing in your gaze. “Neither did I. But it was worth it.”

[crossguild]

that intro...

[luna-orix]

Hi doc, scheduled for a visit here 👀

[friedbluechicken]

Having an askblog was a childhood dream... sigh

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modern au marco headcanon,,,,,i blacked out and drew this stupid thing