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Seconded!

everyone is a dragon. that is all.

So what if that stupid horse had'nt interrupted Jingim and Marco? I wish marco riding Jingim or lap sex under the stars in s2 ep 6 👏👏👏

oh hell yeah! seconded!!

I could go for this too!

Orus has that one line about "He was pretty, like a girl." I want to see any of the following:
- Jingim easily passing as a woman if he puts on women's clothes
- someone (Marco?) mistaking Jingim for a woman, esp if his hair is down
- some kind of forced feminization kink

In s1 ep 9 after Marco's trial, Kublai orders Jingim to Marco's cell to punish him for his crimes of treason in Xiangyang. Before he is to be executed Kublai wants Jingim to whip/torture Marco and Kublai stands by and watches his son to commit the dead.

Bonus:
-Marco is strung up naked and he's malnutrished because it has been a week or two since Xiangyang and they probably starved him

-Marco is too weak to fight back
-Jingim whips him on back,ass and legs
-Jingim always wanted to take his frustration out on Marco like beat him in a fight but nothing like this
-Kublai watches and praises his son while Jingim whips him
-not sure Jingim likes hurting Marco or not
-Marco is crying and sobbing at this point
-how many whips maybe 100 or 200?
-Marco's back is a bloody mess and you can see the muscles
-Jingim is disgusted and regrets doing this
-After his father leaves Jingim rushes to Marco's side and cuts him up from the ropes and cradles Marco in his arms and he cries and blabbers on he's sorry
-Marco's hurt and scared of Jingim

UM. YES? YES.

omega!Marco is pregnant and his father returns and somehow finds out. Maffeo wants to leave him there at first but than insists that Marco return because the child could be a potential bargainning chip for them. Niccolo just wants his son to come home and during court insists that he be allowed to deal with the alpha who bonded his son so they can leave. With no one making a sound pissed!Byamba slowly stands up to his glorious 7'0 height and Maffeo is just like "Oh, shit."

Extra points for Niccolo still trying to get Byamba to let Marco go but fails.

Anon you read my mind. >D

I kept waiting for Marco to be beaten on the show but alas, it never happened.

A/N I hope this is kind of what you were looking for, OP!

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"I didn't know being married would change me," Jingim says, pushing himself up on one hand.

"Jingim, you've been married four times since you were seventeen," Marco replies, looking at him incredulously.

"This time it's different! Kokachin is . . . different."

Marco considers his words carefully -- as carefully as he can after the amount of airag he's consumed. "She seem exceptional."

"Well, she is," Jingim says, laughing. His smile lights up his face, and Marco can't help thinking that perhaps someone as exceptional as Kokachin is more suited to someone as exceptional as Jingim than to a smart-mouthed merchant's son. Who is he, to compete with a prince? ". . . in every way, but . . . it's not just that."

Marco looks out into the distance. "Something you cannot name," he suggests. He certainly can't name his feelings for Kokachin anymore, nor his feelings for anyone in this strange country. He's been living in a dream world for the past year, and he's never quite certain if it's a fantasy or a nightmare. Perhaps both.

"Yes," Jingim sighs. "It's like looking up at the sky and seeing only one star."

"Well, soon it'll be two stars, no?" Marco elbows Jingim, who grins at him in return, then lays back on the ground.

"It'll be a relief, to finally have an heir," Jingim says, "and also a relief to not have a pregnant wife. I've barely gotten to see her in months the way Mother keeps her cooped up." He sighs, pulling up one knee. "How do they do it in Venice? Do men fuck their pregnant wives?"

"I would assume so," Marco replies, trying not to think too hard about Jingim and a pregnant Kokachin in bed together. "I've never done it."

"Mother says it's too risky. 'You've got three other wives, Jingim,' she says, but she doesn't know my other wives like I do. They'd be angry with me if I ignored them for months only to show up now."

"Whores, then?" Marco suggests, glad to move the topic off of Kokachin. "Your father has many."

"Mmm," Jingim hums, "that would be an option. But I must admit I have no desire to enter a field already plowed by my father. What about you? I saw you watching that singer earlier."

Marco laughs and lays back in the grass next to Jingim. "Ahh, she was beautiful. If she were to come to my ger I wouldn't say no."

"That would be a sight, the two of you. Her form is more like that of your women, is it not?"

Marco blinks a few times in confusion. "Yes, I suppose you could say that, but . . . did you just say you would want to watch?"

Jingim raises himself up on his elbow and leans over Marco, eyes traveling down his body, bright and shining with drink. "Your pale and delicate skin twining with hers? I can appreciate aesthetics, Marco. Many of the Europa traders we see are hairy beasts of men, but you're quite handsome."

Marco's cheeks heat under Jingim's gaze, helplessly imagining having sex with the singer while Jingim stands and watches, with the same intensity he brings to everything he does. He's not sure if it's the idea of being watched that makes the image so titillating or the idea of being watched by Jingim but he finds his trousers starting to get tight.

"Hmm. You like that idea? Being watched while you're fucking?" Jingim's eyes narrow and Marco licks his lips self-consciously, suddenly nervous. Leaning further over him, Jingim says, "Tell me, Master Polo, would you only want me to watch? Or would you want me to join you?"

"P-- Prince--" Marco tries to put words together, something, anything to escape this before he makes a fool of himself, but he comes up with nothing. Jingim reaches a hand out and curls it down the side of Marco's face, and weak with drink and desire, Marco leans into the touch.

Jingim's lips curve in a sly smile, and then he's descending, lips closing onto Marco's, hot and demanding and tasting strongly of airag. Marco opens for him, wondering if Jingim kisses Kokachin like this too, or his other wives. Kokachin certainly didn't kiss like this, strong and demanding, invading his mouth like a triumphant conqueror.

Marco's surprised by how much he likes it. When Jingim pulls back, Marco follows his lips, reaching his head up off the ground until Jingim is out of reach. He takes a heavy breath; Jingim laughs at him. "You look surprised, Marco."

Marco scrambles for words. "I-- I was not expecting-- for Christians, it is a sin," he says finally, as if that would make him want it any less.

"Is it not also a sin for Christians to have sex outside of marriage?"

"Well-- Yes, but--" Marco sits up, not sure if he's trying to find a way out of this or into it.

Jingim cuts him off with a hand on his chest, fingers just skimming the edge of his collar. From the moment they met, Marco knew that Jingim was dangerous, but it's all too easy to forget when he's smiling and laughing. Now, though, the predatory glimmer in his eyes is unmistakable; Marco imagines this must be what a field mouse feels like, caught in the gaze of a hawk. His heart thumps a fast beat in his chest, and every time Jingim's fingertips brush his bare skin it sends a jolt of heat through his body. "Give me a reason why I should not have you right here under the blue sky."

Marco swallows. "I cannot."

"Then forget about your Christian sins and come here, Latin." Jingim slides his hand around Marco's neck and tugs, and Marco follows where he's led, right into Jingim's lap. Jingim kisses him again and Marco responds, hot and eager. The hand around his neck tightens, then slides up into his hair and tugs his head back, baring his throat for Jingim's lips and teeth. Marco shifts his hips, feeling the heat of Jingim's growing erection pressing against his own.

He wants to get his hands on skin, somewhere, anywhere, so he tugs at Jingim's belt until it comes loose, then slides his hands under his tunic. Jingim hums contentedly and moves one hand down to grip Marco's hip, tugging him closer and then slipping around the waist of his pants to loosen the ties in front. Marco kisses him again, lips seeking lips and tongue seeking tongue, dizzy with lust. When Jingim's hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock Marco can't help the low moan that breaks from his throat.

Jingim chuckles and gives him a few slow strokes while Marco gasps, mouth inches from Jingim's, breath mixing with his. Marco gathers his wits enough to get his hands on the laces of Jingim's pants too, but he can't seem to get them open. Jingim bats his hands away and does it himself, pulling his cock free and circling his hand around both of them at once. Marco grabs Jingim's shoulders to steady himself and thrusts into the circle of Jingim's hand, making them both groan.

Marco sets up a rhythm, rocking into Jingim's hand, cock sliding against Jingim's, hard and hot. The friction is almost too much but not quite, teetering exquisitely on the razor edge between pleasure and pain. Jingim pushes back from the other side, hand tight around them, hips twitching up in little jerks. They move together, breathe together, forgetting the complexities of court politics in the simple search for pleasure, striving to reach that pinnacle and then tumbling over the edge, Marco with a groan and Jingim with a breathy sigh.

They stay like that for a long moment, then Marco tumbles off Jingim's lap, falling on his back on the soft earth. "Mmm," Jingim says after a few minutes. "After the baby comes, and my wife recovers . . . you would not be unwelcome in our bed."

Marco looks at Jingim out of the corner of his eye. If he can't have Kokachin to himself, he supposes having her and Jingim both would be a fine substitute. "Your wish is my command, my Prince," Marco says, "but you'd best ask your wife about that first."

As Jingim laughs, the sun begins to rise.

omg Soooo hot!!! You're doing god's work, author anon, for smutting up this fandom. A+++

OP

VERY HOT love the frottage! Thank you so much for the fill! Something I wish for it to happened on the show but thank you for filling the void and writing this! <3 <3 <3

So glad you liked it! They were pretty cute together in that scene. :D

His hands and feet had lost all feeling, his thighs were washed with warm, crusting blood, but his back… His back was on fire.

Another blow, and he struggled to steady himself, numb feet slipping on the slick of blood underneath him. At first each strike of the whip had been crisp and clear; now it was dull, he could hardly tell where it hit him. His whole back was raw and painful—painful in a way Marco had never felt, painful in a way that overtook his consciousness, that pushed him outside of himself. He couldn't think, he couldn't talk—he was nothing beyond every agonizing twitch of his ribs, beyond the constant, powerful ache of his spine.

Marco felt like a ghost clinging onto his own corpse, loosened by every strike of the whip. Another blow, and another and another and another. He had lost all sense of time. How many times had he been whipped? Where was he? Another strike. Another. Death lurked in the back of his mind. Perhaps he was already dead. Perhaps—Another strike. Another—this was hell.

A strike caught him over a nerve and knocked him loose—sent him skidding across the stone, numb feet slipping uselessly. Then, as if in slow motion, he fell to his knees.

The flesh of his shoulders tore.

Marco let out a sharp bark of pain, knees cracking on the wet stone. Blood ran in a wash over his chest, his arms hung uselessly. He saw the prince circle him in the corner of his eye and he cowered. A tremble started in his arms and then he was shivering uncontrollably, a string of incoherent sounds escaping him, like keening of a dying animal.

“Get up.”

Marco did not know who said it. It was a strong voice, a powerful one, which seemed to come from all directions at once.

A large hand snatched his chin and forced his head upwards. Marco's glassy eyes did not focus. He watched the blurry shape with dull interest, shoulders still shuddering. As a boy, in Venice, a lifetime ago, he had seen the stoning of a mad man in the square. Each rock had impacted with a sharp crack that echoed through the buildings and along the canals, after an hour the man was still twitching, and most of the crowd had dispersed. Eventually a blacksmith crushed his skull with a hammer. The blacksmith had told Marco later it had been a tragedy, that God gives us the ability to recover from everything except death, and that killing was always a tragedy. But Marco had known then, as he knew now, that it was a lie. He had seen nothing in the mad man's wide eyes but gratitude.

The hand dropped his chin.

“Father—”

“Leave him,” The strong voice ordered, “Anymore and you'll be whipping a corpse.”

A heavy door opened and as soon as it closed there were hands on him, on his arms and the ropes, around his chest and pulling him close, easing him onto the floor. Arms around him, sticky and soaked with blood, pulled him against their chest. Every jostle of his spine was awful, awful, but he was too tired to cry out or move himself.

“I'm sorry,” the Prince murmured into Marco's blood-soaked skin.

Marco rested his head against the Prince's shoulders, breathe coming in rattling whispers. Tears streaked sluggishly down his blood-smeared cheeks. The Prince carded a hand through Marco's hair, brushing it from his face like a mother comforting a sick child.

“I'm sorry,” the Prince said, again, voice thick with tears. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” He said, again and again and again.

ooooh, I am trash with trashy needs and this was E X C E L L E N T. >D

Marco is just the kind of character I love to see hurt. Well done, anon!

idk how to really phrase this but, maybe something from the perspective of Kublai re: all the little ways he messes with Marco's head in order to make him loyal?

Like, he does it in such a way on the show that's sooo subtle that it almost seems like it's an accident or not his intention, or that he truly does care about Marco. But then I remember that scene, after he bashed in the soldier's head in front of Marco for lying to him, and in the next scene Kublai's all fake surprised to hear that Marco had tried to run away.... yeah. He knows exactly what he's doing (and I love it).

So... yeah! Please write something exploring secretly sinister mastermind Kublai leading Marco along the path to Stockholm Syndrome. >D

Because you KNOW Ahmad would have developed a fixation about being choked.

oh man, this is great!

Jingim and Marco are in established relationship but never had sex mostly because Marco is not comfortable and Jingim is cool with it and will wait because Marco isn't ready. Marco tells Jingim the real truth when he was 16 in the caravan taveling he was either raped, groped or molested a lot by his companions. Jingim hears it and comforts Marco. This can lead to nice gentle sex or both of them cuddling. Surprise me I'm a slut for fluff!

Op here! I literally have tears in my eyes! Poor Marco I loved how you included Marco's past while he's being whip and Jingim apologizing ;) maybe a sequel or a part 2 like Marco is traumatized or insane and Jingim feels really awful about it! Thank you so much for writing it!!!!

So Jingim is always good in handing diplomatic matters and is sent off to a mission but this time Marco tags along (idk about Ahmad. Maybe busy planning something evil or being pegged by Mei Lin) and he's pretty good asset with his words. But it sucks when they both run into some sleazy council man, Prince, Nayan, chancellor or someone important that has an interest in Marco. He not so subtly tells Jingim if he may barrow/have Marco. Marco is humiliating by this for being whored out but Jingim puts them in their places and refuses.

If it is Nayan he will mostly likely want to have Marco because he's a Christian and a pretty thing. Marco will most likely be mistaken of being Jingim's concubine. BAMF Jingim please!!!

oooh... how do you feel about him being choked while tied up and pegged?

I like this idea! (Though I might have to make another prompt for the scenario where Jingim *does* trade Marco's body for diplomatic reasons haha). Were you thinking they just wanted a night with him, or wanted him forever?

OP - I think you read my mind, anon. >D

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PROMPT POST #1

Re: Marco/Jingim/Ahmad trip to the hall of five desires

gen or any/any, dragon AU

Jingim x marco sex on the steps under the stars drunk

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Jingim x Marco non-con torture punishment whipping humiliation

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byamba/Marco A/b/o verse Never come between a alpha and his omega

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[-FILL-] Jingim x Marco non-con torture punishment whipping humiliation

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Kublai manipulating Marco

Mei Lin/Ahmad - erotic asphyxiation

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Jingco first time triggering past non con

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