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nocturnalrorobin · 13 days ago

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Thats why I couldn't find it in my profile. I send it in a ask. lol I was wondering why I never added it to my Masterlist. This fic would take a very different turn now. Should I?... 🙃

WHERE BEASTS MATE

Happy Birthday dear Quin :3

Wc: ~ 1535

Cw: Smut, aphrodisiac, breeding

Minors DNI

Ever since you were a child, you have heard stories about Mythical creatures living deep in the woods. It is a well known fact that every now and then one of the beasts would take a human for breeding during mating season. So when you one day found a mysterious envelope in front of your door your heart skipped a beat in excitement. As you open the envelope and carefully read the short note:

Congratulations! You have been chosen by a beast!

Little Bird

meet me in the red hut in the forest. I await you! Yoi.

Marco

You excitedly bit your lip, because this was secretly what you were hoping for and your birthday was just around the corner. You didn't hesitate though you packed your things and made your way into the forest. After a four hour long hike you found the hut. You were surrounded by long thick trees, it was quiet, all you heard was birds and your heart. Your heart that threatened to burst out of your chest. You took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside.

You twitched when something suddenly landed on your shoulder, as you turned your head to it you saw a small blue bird with a blonde tuft of hair on his hair. You lifted your finger and caressed his glowing feathers. Thinking how cute he was and not realising he already was releasing pheromones that worked like aphrodisiacs.

“Welcome little Bird, you took your sweet time getting here!” Said the little bird, left your shoulder and suddenly turned into a huge, tall man. He just took your breath away.

“Like what you see little birdie? Yoi.” He immediately closed the gap to you and his index finger lifted your chin and before you knew it he ravaged your lips.He licked your lips to ask for entrance and you happily obliged him. You felt he put something around your neck and once the kiss broke you see he put a collar with a leash on you and his eyes had a predatory glow.

“I should have known it was you! There was always something special about you, whenever you visited the village.” You commented with a smile while Marco pulled the leash over to the bed.

“Have you eaten something, little bird? You're gonna have a long night ahead of you!” Marco asked, stopping in his tracks and turned around to look at you and when you shook your head, he immediately sat you down on the bed and disappeared into the kitchen. “I can smell you. You know? You are quite eager for a small bird. Yoi.” Marco shouted from the Kitchen “But you have to eat first.” Marco returned right then with sandwiches and water.

“Why do some of you choose humans as mates? Personally I’m glad you chose me, but I always wondered about that.” You questioned while happily eating the sandwich.

“Some of us don’t really want pups, but love breeding more than anything and since we can’t have babies, puppies or whatever with humans it works out well for everyone. Well that is if all parties included actually want this.” Marco replied. After you were done, Marco brought the plate and glass back into the kitchen. When Marco returned he lifted you up so you stood and then smirked at you. “Alright birdie, strip!”

You were about to start when Marco embraced from behind and nuzzled into your neck. “Actually I changed my mind. I would prefer to undress my little bird myself. Yoi!” You could feel him placing some gentle kisses on your neck.

You felt a blush rising to your cheeks. “How about a compromise? I strip off my shirt and pants, but you take off my bra and panties!?” You tried to reason with him.

You tried and failed to take your shirt and pants off as seductive as possible, but you did as promised. “I have a few things to teach you, little birdie!” He smirked excitedly, looking forward to those days.

Marco who already took off all of his clothes, ran his large hands up and down your sides slowly making his way to your clothed breasts. He slowly traced his index finger over your already hard nipples and watched your reaction. “Want me to take that off?” He looked at you with a soft smile, which turned predatory as you nodded. “You gotta use your words my little bird!” He lifted your chin looking deep into your eyes.

“Y-Yes please!” you looked at him longingly, the effects of Marcos aphrodisiacs having run wild in your body for a while now.

“Good Birdie!” Marco pulled you into a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours all the while his hands finally freed your breasts from the bra. He twirled your nipples between his index fingers and thumbs and you whined into the kiss. Marco felt how you pushed your thighs together to get some friction so he broke the kiss.

He traced kisses down to your nipples going down to your belly until he finally reached your panties. You had goosebumps from anticipation, you just wanted to feel his tongue, fingers or better yet his cock inside of you. As he traced your clothed folds you let out a moan. “Look how wet you already are. Yoi.” Marco collected slick through your panties and held the glistening fingers up for you to see.

“M-Marco. P-Please I wanna feel you inside me.” you begged and saw his blue glowing eyes looking at you as his hand tore your panties off.

He lifted you up and you upside down, you squeaked in surprise by the sudden movement and one more time when you felt his talons gripping your upper body. “Make sure to take all of me, my little bird!” Marco said in a commanding tone and began swiping his tongue through your wet folds while his hands fondled your breasts and nipples.

“Hmmm Marco….” You could lose yourself in this feeling, but a huge cock kept slapping your cheek. Your hands gave it two good pumps and then you took it in your mouth. You started by licking the top that was dripping with precum. You couldn’t take more in your mouth as Marco thrusted his hips deep into your mouth causing you to gag.

“Sorry I got excited.” He said while continuing eating you out. “Tell me when it gets too much. Yoi.”

You caught your breath and found your rhythm. Slowly bobbing your head back and forth, taking him as deep as possible and using your hands for the rest. Both of you were quickly reaching your climax and before you knew it thick cum gushed down your throat at the same time you squirted all over Marco's face. He slowly turned you around again and laid you on the bed. “You ok little bird?” He asked, glancing down at you.

“Yeah. Just need to catch my breath real quick.” you said heaving your chest quickly up and down. Marco knelt down on the bed and you pushed yourself further up towards the pillows.

“Turn around and push your ass up my pretty bird.” When you did as you were told Marco gave each cheek a spank. “They just looked so inviting, but seeing how you mewl in pleasure I wonder if you like it rough?”

“I do.” You admitted shyly.

SLAP!

“Good to know my little bird.” Marco once again used his talons on you but now with more force. He had them around the back of your neck to push you down. His hands held onto your hips tight as he finally thrusted his cock into you. The feeling of his talons around you drove you insane, but in a good way.

Your hips moved to the pace he set with his rough and fast paced thrusting, but you wanted more. “Ung… Marco.” You whined into the pillows.

Marco took one of his hands and started rubbing your clit simultaneously he thrusted faster into your pussy. “Look at you taking me so well, little bird.” He felt you clenching down on his cock at the praise. Without pulling out he turned you on your back, lifting your legs next to your ears. “I’m gonna breed you until your belly is round and full with my cum!” His talons now hold your legs as he brutally thrust into you.

“M-Marco don’t stop. Please.” You screamed into his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you again passionately and deeply. “M-Marco… I-I’m gon…uuugh” You moaned and tears from all the pleasure flowed down your face.

Marco also reached his climax moaning into your ear and his talons scratching you. As you felt his knot, you whined and clung tighter onto him. “Shhh You are doing well my little bird.” Marco kissed your head and collapsed onto you. When he caught his breath, he carefully moved you so that you laid on top of him while his knot deflated.

“You are gonna stay with me little bird. Won’t you? Yoi. He asked.

“I will if you promise to do this on my birthday again.” You said with a smirk.

I hope you enjoy! :)

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I love this! Thank you! The world building - omg, the idea that the gods mingle with the humans in their town enough to be recognized when seen, but not in a ways that makes them obviously GODS while in the town itself.

I love that, and the selection process - how it’s almost voluntarily. Like you could get that letter and just go about your day. You’re not being called to make more gods or whatever, the town’s not forcing you - I love it xD

Also just being four hours away from town in the middle of mystic forest nowhere so you can scream and cream without bothering the neighbors 😍🥰❤️

And the talons 🥵 oh my gods the inclusion of the talons, I love it. And the knot. You’re trying to spoil me xD 🥳😇

I’ll take it \o/

Thank you so much!!!

#phoenix marco #marco x reader #minors dni

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nocturnalrorobin · 14 days ago

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nocturnalrorobin · 15 days ago

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Please don't remind me, but also please do. 😂

If you don't want Shanks to visit I will gladly entertain him. 😇 That said its much more fun with both Mihawk and Shanks... for reasons. 😏😗

Agree.

Here, an example of reasons 😂

And I think I sent you another example on discord, that day you were paying your family a visit 😂 😂

#i love my moots

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nocturnalrorobin · 15 days ago

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Ah I found this gem again. 🥰

The Date

Masterlist

Summary: You and Heat have your first task together: buying provisions in the village where you've just docked. To get the job done, you decide to wear a beautiful, light summer dress, something that will reveal your companion to be quite the gentleman and charmer. Notes: I'll be honest. The amount of time it has taken me to write this fic is not normal XDD Word Count: 2700+

"Someday, I'll take out a girl like that," said a young Heat, hidden in an alley, hungrily biting into a stolen loaf of bread as he observed elegantly dressed girls pass by.

"Don't tell me!" mocked one of his friends. "And let me guess! You'd treat her to ice cream?"

"Of course I'd treat her to ice cream," he replied so proudly that his group of friends erupted in laughter.

The years passed, and with them came the street gangs, the violent fights, and the Glasgow smile, causing this memory to fade forever from his mind.

******

That day was resupply day in the village.

After the shout on deck announcing that you had just docked in the harbor, you hurried to get ready in your cabin, assuming Heat was probably already prepared. It was the first time you had been assigned a task together, and you didn't want to keep him waiting.

Your fingers began to sift through the different hangers in the flung wide open wardrobe in search of something light to wear. Summer had arrived on the islands, bringing with it hot, sunny days, so you needed something cooler than your usual outfit.

Discarding the leather jacket—too hot despite being sleeveless—along with the set of gothic corsets and harnesses, and the collection of dark t-shirts with spiked dog collars, your fingers halted on a hanger holding a much more delicate garment.

A few weeks earlier, Quincy had convinced you to buy a summer dress from a store that sold everything at half price. Lavender in color, with a sweetheart neckline and tiny embroidered flowers on the skirt, it was a garment you had never worn, partly out of embarrassment and partly because it wasn't the most suitable attire for the strict life at sea.

Holding it between your hands, you thought it was a shame for it to hang there unused. What if you wore it that afternoon? Oh, the crew would surely laugh at you when they saw you, but... it was cool and airy, perfect for high temperatures... and besides, the village seemed so peaceful and tranquil, with little risk of having to face a street fight. When else would you have such an opportunity to wear it?

You chuckled to yourself at the realization that you were making excuses to wear it, and slipped it on without further thought, completing the outfit with a pair of matching heeled sandals instead of your usual black leather boots.

As you stepped out onto the deck, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you. Everyone except Heat, who appeared absorbed in reviewing the shopping list over and over again, seemingly unaware of the catcalls and wolf whistles that started to fill the air.

Slightly embarrassed, you hurried over, snatched the berry bag that Killer handed you, and turned to Heat, lifting your chin to meet his gaze, suddenly aware of how tall he was.

"Shall we go?" you asked, eager to disembark as quickly as possible.

The pirate with bluish locks lifted his gaze from the paper and blinked several times before looking you up and down. His face flushed pink, and before he could stammer a word, the shopping list slipped from his hands, falling to the ground right by your feet. Grunting, he bent down to retrieve it, unable to prevent his eyes from flicking a quick glance at the straps of your sandals, admiring how delicately they encircled your ankle bones.

"Uh, y-yes, let's go," he stammered, straightening up and brushing back the hair that had fallen across his face in cascades, his cheeks still tinged with a deep blush.

As he looked back at you, you were already descending the gangplank, teetering slightly in your heels. He slipped a hand into his pocket, discretely counted his allowance, then hurried to catch up with you.

"Behave yourself, Heat!" someone shouted from behind both of you.

*****

The port turned out to be a lively and pleasant place and Heat, once over the initial shock, seemed more animated than ever. He chatted incessantly, his bright eyes fixed on you, gesturing emphatically with his hands, and constantly making you laugh with his antics.

You moved through the picturesque streets, going from shop to shop, oblivious to how the passersby crossed to the other side of the street at the sight of him.

Your companion was constantly attentive to you, always gallantly holding the door open at every shop and insisting on carrying all the shopping bags himself.

On a couple of occasions, unaccustomed as you were to wearing heels, you stumbled on the shop's entrance step, and Heat caught you mid-air as laughter bubbled between you. The shopkeepers watched with curiosity, puzzled by the unusual pair you made.

Once you had finished all the groceries Killer had instructed, you moved on to the list of personal requests. You giggled together as you read items such as a can of blue paint, nail polishes, a trident sharpener, and a special shampoo that Heat eventually confessed was for himself.

It didn't take long to gather everything, but not wanting to return to the ship so soon, Heat suggested taking a leisurely stroll through the heart of the village to explore.

"Doesn't it bother you? You're loaded down with bags," you asked, concerned as you saw his fingers, white under the handles.

"No, not at all!" he chuckled carelessly.

You walked without haste, chatting more calmly after the earlier excitement of the day.

The village boasted a wide array of peculiar products you had never seen before, and each time you paused to observe them in the windows of closed shops, Heat took the opportunity to admire the reflection on your face, filled with curiosity.

Heat wished the evening would never end, but before you both knew it, the sun descended from the sky, signaling it was time to return to the ship.

Walking side by side and enjoying the tranquility of the streets in comfortable silence, you made your way back.

You could already see the harbor, the masts of the moored ships jutting out in the distance, when your crewmate halted silently, a smile touching his scarred lips.

"Heat?" You stopped next to him, peering at him inquisitively.

Following his gaze, you saw a modest ice cream parlor at the end of the street. It was small, with a limited selection of flavors displayed at the entrance.

He looked at you, a small blush creeping up his cheeks once more.

"Do you want ice cream?"

A radiant smile lit up your face, like that of a little girl.

"YES!"

"Let's go." He patted one of his pockets to double-check his allowance. "I'll treat you."

"Really? No need, Heat, I can—"

"Let me treat you, please."

You beamed at him, somewhat surprised by his sudden generosity.

"Thank you so much!"

As you approached the ice cream flavors display the vendor greeted you with a friendly gesture, his smile quickly vanishing when he saw your companion coming up behind you.

There weren't many flavors to choose from, but the ones available looked delightful. Your eyes scanned the different options, hesitating over which would be the best.

"Psst, hey miss..." the vendor whispered in a voice only audible to you, watching warily as your companion bent down to eye the mint flavor. "Are you in danger?"

You lifted your gaze and saw the man discreetly gesture toward Heat. Then, you bursted into laughter, amused as you watched your friend smile and point at the creamy, greenish ice cream with chocolate chips.

"Oh, no, no, he's with me."

Once each of you had your ice cream scoops nestled in a waffle cone, you slowly made your way back to the ship.

Since his hands were occupied with the bags, you carried both ice creams, pausing now and then to give him his, bringing it close to his lips while placing your other hand underneath to prevent spills—somehow, the ice cream seemed to melt remarkably fast near him.

This strategy worked the first few times, but eventually, it became impossible to avoid making a mess.

As you brought the cone to his lips, several treacherous drops fell from the corner of his mouth and rolled down to his chin. Without thinking, you swiftly used your thumb to catch them, briefly sliding it along the seam of his scarred lips, feeling the indentations of his scars. He jerked back, involuntarily withdrawing his head with an abrupt movement, surprising both of you.

Immediately, you pulled your hand away, embarrassed for touching him without permission and realizing it was the first time you had touched his scars. How foolish of you; perhaps it hurt him, or perhaps he found it unpleasant for someone else to touch them...

“F-forgive me, I didn’t mean to-” you began, visibly ashamed.

"It’s okay," he cut you off, cursing himself for his own reaction and for scaring you away.

You both continued walking in silence, the only sounds on the street being the rustle of your dress, and the click of your heels against the pavement.

Heat's thoughts were consumed by the gentle brush of your fingers against his scars, the sensation of your touch replaying in his mind over and over again.

"Heat…" you decided to break the silence.

The pirate glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, seeing how you hesitantly held out your waffle cone toward him.

"Do you want to try mine?"

He halted beside you, his fists gripping the handles just a bit too tightly.

"Um... yes."

As he bent down and your hand approached his mouth, his heart started racing. His lower lip trembled as he tasted the sweet flavor you offered him, and his gaze drifted to your fingers, observing how they carefully cradled the ice cream. How had he never noticed before how delicate they were? He studied them, noting the shape of your nails, barely maintained due to your lifestyle, yet still elegant and beautiful.

"Do you like it?" you asked.

He remained lost in your hands, his eyes admiring the smooth, velvety skin of your wrists, so close to his lips that he could almost kiss them…

"Heat! Can you hear me?" you laughed, giving him a friendly tap on the chest to get his attention. "Do you like it?"

"Yes..."

*****

It was already nightfall when you returned to the ship.

After climbing the ship's staircase, you headed to the pantry, which was warmly lit, echoing with the voices of your crewmates from outside.

"Oi!"

“Welcome back!” They greeted you cheerfully.

Heat dropped the heavy bags on the table, grabbed a few bottles of booze, and turned to stow them in a cupboard.

"Well..." Quincy began, glancing sideways at your dress while pretending to inspect the groceries, "how was the date?"

Heat's back muscles tensed, his hands freezing with the bottles held mid-air, as he listened attentively to the conversation behind him.

"The date?” You laughed, grabbing a couple of apples and placing them in the fruit bowl. “I haven't had any dates. I can't remember the last time I had one."

Quincy hummed. Her eyes moved from the tense, motionless posture of the tattooed pirate, to the vivid color in your cheeks.

"Well, that's a shame... you're gorgeous. And you look especially lovely tonight," she raised her voice to make sure everyone could hear.

"Oh, Quincy, stop it! You're going to make me blush even more."

"But you really are!" she pulled you into a hug from the side.

You returned the hug, then focused on organizing the provisions, working in silence while your friends chatted around you.

*******

Back in your cabin, you sat on your bed reflecting on how the day had gone.

It hadn't been bad; you had quite enjoyed yourself.

Surprisingly so, considering it was just a day of shopping.

You lifted your feet to untie the straps of your sandals and rotated your ankles, stiff from the forced position of the heels. Barefoot, you rose from the bed and stretched your arms above your head to reach the zipper that fastened the dress at your back.

Knock, knock, knock.

A soft tapping on your door caught your attention, so faint that you mistook it for the usual creaking of the ship’s wood.

You grumbled, trying to make the zipper budge when the tapping came again, this time with more determination.

Knock, knock, knock.

With your dress half-open, you walked to the door and opened it, revealing the towering figure of Heat standing on the other side.

"Hey, Heat?" You greeted him.

The pirate looked at you in silence, his shyness causing his eyes to drop to the floor, landing on your bare feet. He quickly looked back up, a rosy hue spreading across his cheeks.

"Heat, do you need something?"

"I had a great time today," he blurted out.

"I did too," you offered him a smile.

Running a hand through the untamed waves of his bluish hair, he continued.

"A-and I was wondering if you… well, it's completely understandable if you don't want to. It's fine, really, if your answer is no, but…” He propped his tattooed elbow on the door frame, trying to strike a seductive pose, “would you like to go back to town tonight?"

“Oh!” you exclaimed. "Did we forget to buy something from the list?"

He blinked at you, his heart sinking like a dead weight into the depths of the sea.

“No, no, we didn't forget anything,” he assured you.

You looked up at him. "Then?"

"It's just that... I was thinking…” he began to fidget with the laces of his vest, “maybe we could go to town to have… dinner?"

He ended the sentence with a questioning tone, wincing at how awkward he sounded.

"Dinner?” Your face lit up, suddenly realizing how hungry you were. “I could have dinner! When do we leave? Are the others ready?"

Heat couldn’t believe how difficult this was turning out to be.

"NO. No, the others wouldn’t be coming."

"...oh," you said, awkwardly. "...OH.”

He kept his gaze fixed on you, and his eyes studied your reaction as it all clicked into place for you.

"... so... it would just be you and me? Like—"

"A date, yes," he confirmed, unable to bear the suspense any longer.

How could you have been so silly? There was nothing you wanted more in the world than to spend more time with your striking, blue-haired crewmate. The corners of your mouth lifted, your eyes sparkling as you gave Heat the most beautiful, thrilled smile he'd ever seen.

"Yes! Of course I'll go! I'd love to go back to town with you!"

Heat let out the longest breath, and something about the gesture made your heart melt.

“Just..." you remarked as you realized you were barefoot and with the dress halfway off, "...give me a moment to get ready, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded.

The moment you closed the door, he punched the air in quiet triumph, a satisfied grin stretching from ear to ear as he made his way to the deck, where he would wait for you for the second time that day.

Perhaps, if the evening unfolded well, he might gather the courage to hold you in his arms... and perhaps, if you allowed him, he could show you how much he had loved the feel of your skin against his scars.

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Taglist: @fanaticsnail <3

#its just so adorable #heat is adorable #give him all the love #one piece #fic one piece #one piece x reader #x reader #heat one piece #heat op #heat x reader #fic rec!!!

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nocturnalrorobin · 16 days ago

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Buzzkill (Marco x Reader)

After a long day of work, all you wanted was to unwind and finally try out the small vibrator you'd picked up during the last supply run. But as you're using it and tugging on the retrieval loop, it snaps, leaving you panicked with the toy still buzzing inside you.

Luckily, Marco happens to knock on your door at just the right time… and he's more than willing to lend a helping hand.

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~ 4.000 words I MDNI 18+ I Smut Warning ‼️

It’s been another long day on the ship. The kind that drags from one slow hour into the next as the sun beats down relentlessly. And, of course, you spent the whole damn day with Marco, which should be fine… normal, even. He’s your friend. He’s always been your friend.

But today… Gods, today he looked too good. Shirt undone like always, but with the sleeves rolled up. His Hair tousled but somehow still looking so soft all the damn time as the wind messes with his strands in the best way. And then there’s his lazy, knowing smirk.

Shit. Sometimes you swear he knows what he’s doing. Or maybe you’re just losing it.

Either way, by the time you finally get back to your room and shut the door behind you, you’re wound tight. Your body is aching in more ways than one, and you’re not going to make it through another day of this if you don’t take the edge off.

So, you make quick work of stripping out of your clothes, tossing your shirt aside, and shimmying out of your shorts. Then you lie by on your bed and reach over to your nightstand to open the top drawer and take out a small vibrator, which you bought during the last supply run, but were too embarrassed to use until now.

But desperate times…

You look the vibrator over in your palm before checking the door one more time, locking it just to make sure no one’s walking in on you, before returning to your bed. With a flick of your thumb, it hums to life, quiet but strong, the sound luckily drowned out by the soft creak of the ship and distant voices on deck.

With one hand, you guide the vibrator lower, parting your legs to allow it to run over your clit first. You hum as the vibrator stimulates you, making you nice and wet so you can easily slide it inside. You shift your hips, finding the right angle, the right rhythm, and let your eyes fall shut.

And of course, the image that floods your mind is Marco. His voice in your ear, his hand on your waist as he leaned in to point something out on the map earlier … his breath on your neck and the low chuckle that always makes your stomach flutter.

You imagine him pressing closer… whispering your name… his fingers inside of you instead of yours… and maybe his mouth…

A soft gasp escapes you before you can stop it, causing you to bite your lip.

You press the toy deeper, hips rocking up to meet it. Your legs tighten around the buzz of it, pleasure curling in your gut, heat rushing between your thighs. You catch the feeling, heartbeat quickening as you continue to picture Marco on top of you… his hands sliding under your clothes, his mouth grazing your jaw, lips brushing down…

And then as you pull your vibrator forward a bit to hit the right spot again there’s a short resistance until SNAP.

Instantly your breath catches and you freeze. No way. You sit up fast, panic rising. You lift your hand and see that you’re still holding onto the loop, but the vibrator… gone… still inside you, vibrating relentlessly.

“Fuck,” you curse, your voice sharp. “No, no, no, SHIT!”

You lie back and try to breathe. Just… get it out. It’s small. It’s not far in. You can fix this. A piece of fucking cake.

Quickly you press your finger in carefully, trying not to panic as you feel for the toy. But you’re too tense, too flushed, and the vibrations keep hitting all the wrong–well, all the right–spots, making your body twitch and squirm as you try to get a grip.

You groan in frustration, rolling onto your side and back again. Then you get up, pacing in a circle, one hand bracing on the wall as you walk, trying to breathe through an orgasm as the vibrator pulls it out of you involuntarily.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, a little breathless now. “This is not happening… fuck.”

You try again, hand between your thighs, knees bent slightly as you lean against your desk. Still no luck. Your legs shake. You bite your lip, trying not to let out another sound as another wave of unwanted pleasure hits you, leading to you slowly getting overstimulated.

Fuck… Fine… Fine… Mirror. You need a mirror.

You yank open your drawer, grab the hand mirror you sometimes use for makeup, and flop back onto the bed, angling it as best as you can. Your heart is pounding. You prop one leg up and squint downward, borderline feral with frustration.

“Come on,” you groan, trying to get a better angle, fingers slick with arousal as you pull your lips apart and try to find the toy and then…

… someone knocks at your door. There are three firm knocks, but maybe you imagined them?

“Hey, yoi.”

You freeze. Mortified. Absolutely cursed. Out of the whole damn crew, of course, it has to be him, coming over knocking at your fucking door!

As you internally panic Marco’s voice comes again, low and casual, but with a thread of concern. “You’re alright in there?”

Fuck. Fuck.

You totally forgot how thin the walls are. You forgot he was in the hall earlier. You forgot how loud you are when you’re cursing and stomping and apparently making half-strangled moaning sounds while failing to retrieve a rogue vibrator from your pussy.

You slap a hand over your face. “I’m fine!” you call, too fast, too loud, voice cracking.

A beat of silence. Then his voice again, closer this time, like he’s leaning on the door. “You’re sure? I thought I heard something.”

You shut your eyes. Humiliation burns through you as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, having you bite down on your knuckles to not let a sound escape your lips. “Y-Yeah,” you say, strangled. “Just… stubbed my toe.”

A pause.

“You stubbed your toe,” he repeats, clearly not buying it.

“Yep.”

Another pause. Then the door handle jiggles lightly. “I’m coming in, yoi.”

“No!” you shout, sitting bolt upright, hair wild and face red. “Don’t! Don’t come in!”

Now he pauses and you can almost hear the gears turning in that ridiculously smart head of his. “…Okay. What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” you squeak.

The vibrator pulses again inside you and you let out a small, involuntary gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth. You squeeze your thighs together, practically vibrating off the bed.

This is when Marco’s tone shifts instantly, now being low and serious. “Are you hurt?”

You groan. Loud. Embarrassed. Half-mad. “I’m not hurt, Marco.”

“Then what’s going on?”

Finally, you scramble off the bed, grabbing the oversized shirt you usually sleep in in the process. It’s soft and worn, and falls to mid-thigh. It’s the closest thing within reach and you cover yourself enough you figure. Still, the vibrator buzzes steadily inside you, as you walk to the door your thighs twitching with each step as you go.

You try to breathe through it, try to keep your face neutral, but the heat curling in your belly is undeniable. You’re already on edge again, and now you’re also walking with the damn thing still on, your body betraying you with every pulse.

You crack the door just enough to peek through. “I’m fine,” you lie, flushed and wide-eyed. “Please, just go.”

Marco doesn’t budge.

In fact, he frowns, deep and assessing, that damn doctor brain working overtime. His gaze scans your face, the sheen of sweat on your temples, the way your knees knock slightly. “You don’t look fine, yoi.”

“Marco…”

“You look feverish, actually.”

This is when you can feel it coming… your next orgasm, slow and steady like a wave building just now. Shit. You need to make him leave before it consumes you completely. But you can’t get a word out before Marco steps forward and pushes the door open wider.

“I’m coming in.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “W-Wait!”

But it’s too late. He’s already stepping inside, shutting the door quietly behind him.

You step backward, one hand gripping the hem of your shirt, the other bracing on the dresser as the vibrator hums deep inside you… persistent… relentless… slowly building your orgasm, causing you to shiver even more.

And of course, the whole time Marco watches you, concern etched across his face.

“You’re sweating,” he says, voice calm but alert. “You’re flushed. Are you dizzy? Chest tight? Breathing okay?”

“I’m…” you gasp softly, trying to force words past the quivering in your throat. “I’m fine… just… tired… not sick.”

His brows twitch. “Heart racing?”

You nod, barely able to answer. Your legs twitch as the pulsing between them ramps up again, too intense to ignore. Your knees buckle slightly and you stumble back, trying to fight it, swallowing down moans, biting your bottom lip hard, but it doesn’t help. The vibrations won’t stop, and neither will your body.

You squeeze your thighs together, fold forward slightly, pressing your hands to your face as your hip jerks with each pulse, squeezing some of your juice out and having it run down your thighs, past the edge of your shirt for Marco to see.

You just can’t help it anymore, even allowing your mouth to part, a moan escaping your lips before you can swallow it back. Your whole body clenches now as the climax rolls through you, slow and hot and helpless.

Marco, however, doesn’t say a word, allowing silence to stretch between you.

Your chest heaves as you breathe through the after shock, face burning, tears pricking at your eyes from pure humiliation.

Then, he finally speaks in a soft and stunned voice. “Was that…?”

“Don’t,” you breathe, mortified, still hiding behind your hands. “Just… don’t. This is a mess…”

Another beat of silence. Then Marco exhales gently and steps forward. “Okay.”

You tense as his fingers find yours. He doesn’t yank your hands away, just holds them for a moment before slowly easing them down from your face. But you can’t meet his eyes. Not yet.

“What’s going on?” he asks, quiet but serious. “Talk to me.”

You continue to stare at the floor. “I… I used a new toy,” you whimper, your fingers tightening slightly around his. “It’s one of the little ones. The kind with a loop.”

He nods, patient. “Okay.”

You finally force yourself to look up even though your face is burning. “The loop broke.”

Marco stills.

“And I can’t…” You swallow hard. “I can’t get it out.”

He says nothing at first. No teasing. No wide eyes. Just a small breath as he shifts closer, eyes flickering down to your trembling thighs. “It’s still on?”

You nod, mortified. “Yes.”

Another breath. He doesn’t let go of your hands. “For how long?”

“Fifteen minutes? Maybe more? Gosh, I don’t fucking know,” you groan, pressing your eyes shut again. “I tried everything. My fingers, a mirror, I even walked around like an idiot thinking gravity might help but,” you cut yourself off with another soft moan as the toy pulls another orgasm from you, stronger this time, making your stomach clench.

Marco steadies you with one hand on your shoulder. “Hey. It’s okay. Breathe.”

“I can’t. It won’t stop, Marco. Every time I get close to calming down it just starts all over again.”

You feel him guiding you to your bed, helping you to sit down on the edge as he crouches slightly to meet your gaze. “I’m helping you.”

Your eyes widen. “You… what?”

“You need someone to get it out,” he says. “You’re clearly done trying to go at this alone, and I’m right here, yoi.”

You blink, trying to catch up. “You’re… serious?”

He nods once. “Let me help you, alright? Come on, lean back against the pillow and I’ll walk you through everything before I touch you.”

You hesitate, body still trembling, the next orgasm already building under your skin. But you trust him. You always have. And this might be your chance to finally figure out how his fingers feel when they are buried deeply inside of you.

So, you nod.

“Okay,” you whisper, doing what he asked of you and leaning against your pillows. You can’t help but feel absolutely wrecked already, every inch of you flushed and sensitive, your skin burning and nerves frayed. You’ve come more times than you can count. At least five… maybe more.

Everything below your waist feels swollen and overstimulated, the little vibrator still pulsing deep inside you. It’s not gentle anymore… maybe it never was to begin with. Still, now it’s purely punishing.

You bite down a whimper as another ripple passes through you, and Marco’s eyes narrow slightly. He then leans forward onto your bed, taking position between your legs, but not touching you yet. Only slowly does his hand find your knee to rest there.

“Hey,” he murmurs, grounding. “It’s over soon.”

“Okay,” you breathe, voice cracking. “I’m just so… fuck… I’m so overstimulated, Marco. I just need it out. Please.”

He nods once. “I’ll be quick, but gentle.”

You nod, barely, as your legs fall open just enough for him to settle between them more comfortably. You can’t stop the tremble. You’re soaked everywhere, your thighs sticky and shining from your slick that’s smeared all the way down to your knees. You’d be humiliated if it weren’t for the fact that you’re too far gone to care.

Carefully Marco’s fingers brush the edge of your shirt, glancing up at you once. You give him a weak nod, and he pushes the fabric up enough to expose everything past your hips. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t make a sound. Doesn’t tease. He just takes it all in with the same steady calm of a doctor facing a difficult case.

“You weren’t kidding,” he murmurs. “Your body’s in overdrive.”

You let out a shaky laugh, tears stinging your eyes, not knowing how to reply to that. Thankfully you don’t have to come up with anything, because Marco keeps talking to you in his calm voice. “I’m going to feel for it, okay?”

You nod quickly, pressing your head back into the pillow, fingers twisting the sheets.

His touch is clinical at first, pushing in two fingers carefully past your entrance, coaxing slick skin apart. Still, you jolt at the contact, the vibrator buzzing hard against the inside of your walls, still buried too deep to grab.

“Jesus,” Marco mutters under his breath. “It’s still going strong.”

You nod with a desperate moan. “Nonstop.”

“Okay.” His voice is low. “I need you to breathe for me, sweetheart. Just like that. Relax your legs if you can.”

You try, but your thighs twitch as another orgasm builds against from the mere pressure of his fingers searching for the toy inside of you, moving and poking at your sensitive walls that clench around them relentlessly.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, voice cracking again. “I can’t stop… Marco, I think I’m gonna…”

Your hips jerk before you can stop them, and the orgasm rolls over you like a wave crashing down. You cry out, thighs clamping around Marco’s hand instinctively as your body clenches hard around the toy. Slick gushes out of you, messier than the last, soaking down into the sheets beneath you.

Marco stills his hand immediately, but he doesn’t pull away.

You cover your face, humiliated. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t apologize,” he says softly, gently brushing a hand over your thigh. “You’ve been like this for how long? Your body’s running on empty, yoi.”

You can feel tears slipping down the sides of your face now, part from the intensity, part from sheer emotional overload. And as he cups your knee with one hand, the tears fall down your cheeks. For a moment you think he might back away, telling you this is too much and he wants out.

But then you feel him pushing in deeper, making you moan in the process without meaning it. And as he cups your knee with one hand, he tells you. “There it is… It’s just deep and slippery as hell, but I think I can pull it out.”

You nod quickly, gasping. “Just… please, do it fast. I don’t think I can take another…”

Suddenly Marco presses one palm gently against your lower stomach. “I’m going to try to push it down a bit. Help guide it.”

You nod, biting your lip hard. Your thighs tremble with aftershocks. You’re so sensitive now that it feels like everything is wired directly to your core. The pressure from his palm is steady, firm, but not painful. And it shifts the toy just enough to press against something very sensitive inside you.

A cry tears out of your throat before you can stop it. “Marco!”

His head snaps up, worried. “Did I hurt you?”

“N-No,” you breathe, eyes wide and glassy. “It just… hit the wrong spot… or the right one… I don’t know, just… fuck…”

He pauses, hand still pressed to your stomach. “It’s really that sensitive?”

You let out a choked laugh, your head rolling against the pillow. “I’ve come six times, I think. Yes, Marco. I’m… fuck… I’m a mess and everything is sensitive.”

His breath catches. You feel it. See the way his eyes darken even so slightly. The way the muscles in his jaw tighten. Still, he’s calm. “Okay. Then let’s finish this.”

His fingers push deeper again and you gasp, back aching as your body clenches around him. And then you feel as his fingers brush the toy. Finally. You feel it move, shift, press… “Fuck!” You moan again, louder this time, your hips rocking up instinctively.

“Don’t move too much, sweetheart.” His fingers try to find the best grip, but each time they move, the vibrator shifts just enough to drag across every sensitive nerve inside you. Your thighs tremble around him so much at one point Marco grabs one of your legs and puts them over his shoulder for better access.

“Marco… Marco please…”

“Nearly got it. You’re doing good,” he murmurs, voice lower now. Thicker. “Just a little more.”

You can’t stop moaning his name. And he can’t stop himself from looking up to your face, wrecked and flushed, lips parted, your entire body shaking under his touch. He swears softly, jaw tense now. “Fuck… you’re not making this easy, yoi.”

You whimper. “Then stop being so gentle. Just get it out, Marco… I can’t…”

His fingers press deeper, angling the toy carefully, and when he finds the base, he shifts again. And with a deep groan, his name breaks from your lips like a prayer again, raw, pleading, and desperate. The orgasm hits you hard, out of nowhere. You cry out, thighs clenching tight around him as you fall apart again, messy and loud and completely undone.

And through it… Marco watches. His pupils are blown now. His jaw is clenched and his breathing’s no longer steady. Looks like you’ve undone him too. Still, he gets it out, carefully sliding the slick, humming toy from your body with a wet pop and watching as you sigh in relief.

“Fucking finally!!”

And as you just lie there, taking your time to somewhat recover, Marco glances down at the toy in his hand. Without a word, he presses the off button and the vibrating finally stops. Unfortunately, the sudden silence in the room is nearly deafening. There’s just the sound of your ragged, shaky breathing filling the space between you.

You’re sprawled out on your back, flushed from your chest all the way to your ears. Your legs are still parted, trembling faintly, your shirt clinging to your skin from sweat and heat. The sheets beneath you are wrinkled and damp. To Marco, you never looked better.

“Are you okay?” His voice is low and gentle again. He leans forward a little to see your face better, but does not touch you.

You try to answer, but nothing comes out but a small sound, something between a laugh and a broken breath. Then you slowly blink up at him, dazed, your mouth parted, lips swollen from biting down too many times.

Marco huffs a soft breath, and you catch it. He sounds half-amused and half-concerned. “Okay… Let’s just breathe for a second.”

Your chest rises again, shaky. You try to push yourself up, but your limbs refuse. Jelly. You’re completely jelly. Your arms shake just from trying to lift your head. Thankfully, Marco moves in then, just enough to press a hand gently to your shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Your voice is hoarse when it finally works again. “Thank you… For getting it out…. For not freaking out. For… not making it weird.”

His gaze softens, brows easing into something gentler. “You don’t need to thank me, yoi.”

“I do,” you murmur. “I was a mess. Still am. You didn’t have to help me like that.”

His thumb brushes a small circle over your leg, still calm. “You needed help. I’m not going to leave you like that. Ever.”

You blink, swallowing thickly. Your limbs still won’t listen, but you manage to shift slightly on the bed, turning toward him just a little. “Honestly, I appreciate you.” Then your gaze lowers to the small vibrator still in his other hand and you frown. “Why are you still holding that? It’s broken. I’m throwing it out.”

Marco raises an eyebrow, flipping the thing easily in his palm. “It doesn’t look broken to me, yoi.”

You blink. “Marco.”

He shrugs, smug. “It still turns on, still vibrates, still nearly made you pass out…”

You bury your face in your hands. “That was an accident. A terrible, humiliating…”

“Hot,” he interrupts, voice low but amused.

Your hands drop, eyes wide. “What?”

He grins now, full and lazy. “So, don’t try to convince me it’s broken when it’s not. Just use it again when you feel the need to… and when you’re done, come find me.”

You blink, mouth falling open, not sure you’re hearing right.

“I’ll help you get it out, yoi.”

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nocturnalrorobin · 17 days ago

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I'm rebloghing this in case I ever do it.

GUYS. DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN WRITE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE FICS ON AO3

#ao3 #fanfic things #useful #its good to know

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nocturnalrorobin · 17 days ago

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Birthday Request Event v 2025

Reader Style: Transmasc, though it doesn't really come up. Character: Marco Vibe: consensual Rating: Eviscerate Me Ending Style: Good Prompt: Wake up in a basement Gift Giver: Me \o/

Summary: Marco kidnaps you, and while it's not yan 4 yan, you already knew how twisted he was, and had accepted that. You're nervous, but willing to accept all of him.

Content Notes: kidnapping, bondage, oral sex, forced orgasms, nipple play, vaginal sex, overstimulation, free use, 18+ minors dni, this is utterly self-indulgent.

You aren’t surprised to wake up in a basement.

A little surprised to find yourself on your stomach, admittedly. Your wrists and ankles are held, you assume, by medical cuffs given how soft and thick they are. Either a rolled blanket or a cylindrical pillow has been placed under your hips, raising your ass into the air, but there are no other constraints.

Not that more would be needed.

Looking away from the cinderblock wall on your right, you see Marco sitting in a comfortable chair next to the bed you’re on.

Again, you’re not surprised.

If anything, it’s a relief to be here.

“I thought the tea was a little off.” You say softly, a hazy smile on your lips.

“You expected this.” He says. There’s a lilt in his words, not exactly questioning, but maybe amused at the entire thing. “You drank all of it.”

“I did.” You admit, shifting just a little to get comfortable. “I wanted to make sure you had time to do all you wanted to.”

“If you knew-.”

“I had an inkling.” You interrupt, heat rushing to your face. “I was caught between being flattered and thinking that I must be mistaken.”

“Mistaken?”

You can’t look at him, moving your gaze away from those intense eyes. He always looked so relaxed and disinterested, but there was little that escaped him.

“You’re perfect, and I’m just-.”

“Don’t finish that!” He snaps, the sudden volume and anger in his words making you flinch. “Don’t you dare ever disparage yourself.” He nearly growls the words, his voice softer despite the obvious anger.

“… Can you love me so hard I never have thoughts like that again?” You ask quietly, waiting a second before you look back at him.

His smile is sweet, and he kneels beside the bed. “Yes.”

“You didn’t have to kidnap me.”

“I didn’t want to give you the chance to say no.” He admits, running his hand through your hair. “I don’t want to share you either. Not any part of you, yoi.”

“I’m loyal,” you reply and he nods.

“I don’t mean like that, pretty bird.” Marco kisses your forehead, his fingers slipping down your bare back. “I don’t want anyone else to see you, or hear you, yoi. All the sights and sounds you make aren’t for anyone else.”

“Just you.”

“Just me.”

“Okay.” You say the word and Marco’s eyes go wide for a second. “Take care of me. Let me… let me see the sun as much as you can stand, and I promise, no one else will ever hear me. I’ll even practice being emotionless when I’m outside so they never really get to see me.”

Marco keeps running his hand down your back, soothing you and himself while you say your piece. He kisses your forehead again and tilts his head, smiling at you kindly.

“We’ll see.” He replies softly. “As long as you stay mine, we can sort out the details over time, yoi.”

“Always yours,” you say, and stop yourself from saying more. You don’t want him to think you’re talking down about yourself again.

“Well, I thought getting you to this point was going to take a lot more effort.” He admits, eyes wandering over your body. “I had braced myself for the worst, and now it seems a bit silly to have done all this.”

You feel the heat flush your face, and you avert your eyes. “I mean… It’s… hot.”

“Ooh?” The melodic sound in his voice makes you shiver in the best way, his hand trailing down your back further than it had before. “Are you saying you’re giving me total control?”

You can barely nod your head as his hand rubs the curve of your ass.

“Say it, pretty bird.” He commands, his voice quiet and low. He’s leaning in, not giving you many places to look except at him. When your gaze meets his, he grins. “Tell me I can do whatever I want to you.”

There’s something in his eyes, in the tone of his voice, in the tension that suddenly presses down on you, that makes you nervous. As though there’s more depth to the madness than you ever expected, and you were about to willingly step into it.

There would be no going back.

“I’m yours,” you say in response, eyes shifting to his lips before going back up to his gaze. “All yours. Yours to do with as you please, so… please… accept all of me, Marco.”

A shiver of teal and gold flames rolls over his shoulders, his eyes focused on you before a wide, toothy, almost feral grin splits his lips.

You can feel the weight of him on the bed behind you, but your hips are up too high for you to turn and see what’s going on. Not that he leaves you guessing for long. His large hands spread you open, making you gasp as cool air rushes against your wet folds, his tongue right behind the brisk sensation.

He eats you out like a man starved for food and dying from thirst. There’s no escape for you, not that you’d mean to run away from him in the first place, but propped up like this, with your wrists and ankles held wide, you are completely helpless.

He tilts your hips to give himself even better access, lapping at your clit before burying his tongue inside you again. His fingers tease your clit when his tongue isn’t lavishing it with attention, and his other hand teases everything else it can reach. Squeezing your ass cheeks, spanking them playfully, and teasing the entrance of your ass.

The stimulation is intense, leaving you panting and moaning into the bedding.

“Cum!” you gasp, body tensing. “I’m cumming!” Everything he was doing felt so good you hadn’t felt the build up like you expected. The orgasm slams into you suddenly, pulling your muscles taut and causing you to pull harshly against your binds as your body tries to curl and shiver.

He doesn’t stop, his tongue fucking you through the whole ordeal even as you nearly scream from the powerful euphoria. Marco forces the first orgasm into a second, leaving you squirming and thrashing as your shivering muscles force you to twitch against the pleasure.

You can’t beg him to stop, you can’t do much except drool and babble into the bedding. It’s too much too fast and you had no idea you could cum so fucking hard. Everything wobbles, you’re burning up from the rush of blood, the sweat that slicks your skin evaporates in the cold basement and does little to quell the heat in your body.

“I wanted to look at you,” Marco husks, shifting behind you. “The first time I took you,” even as he says the words you can feel him lining up with your vagina. “But there’ll be plenty of time to drink up every expression you can make for me.”

To his credit he presses his cock into you slowly, carefully working the length into you. Bracing his legs just behind your knees, he keeps you stuck with your legs forced wide, the cuffs on your ankles locking you into the position.

Marco leans over you when he finally hilts inside you, reveling in the sweet, tired mewl of pleasure that escapes you. He tucks his elbows to your side, sliding his hands between the bedding and your breasts, cupping each with his hands and keeping himself caged over you with his knees and elbows carrying most of his weight.

His cheek is against the back of your head for a second, as he pushes in as deep as he can, sighing in satisfaction.

“You’re perfect.” He husks, his heated voice right by your ear.

He moves his hips, thrusting into you, his cock taking your breath away every time he pushes in. His fingers tease your nipples so carefully, that even as his breath cascades against your skin so hotly, he never pinches or rolls the tender flesh too harshly.

“You’re mine, yoi.” he asserts, nipping at the tender skin along the side of your neck.

“Yours!” you gasp, having neither the air, nor the sense to say much more. “’M yours!”

Marco’s thrusts speed up and you can feel his balls start to smack your clit. The added sensation isn’t enough to push you over the edge just yet, but it’s making your whole body tremble as the pleasure builds.

“Marco! Marco, please, please, please,” You babble as the pleasure builds, squirming uselessly beneath him.

You can feel his teeth against your neck, his body going taut for a second before he gets control of himself. He murmurs something into your skin, but even with his mouth so close to your ear you can’t make out.

You don’t get a chance to even try to ask him what he said, you can feel the orgasm building this time. It’s a little scary, how much it feels like too much. You haven’t peaked, but even the build of pleasure feels better than some orgasms you’ve had.

There’s nothing you can do but moan and sob, the pleasure’s too much, the sensation too relentless. Your legs are shuddering involuntarily, and you know you’re going to cum hard. You wish you were facing him right now as well, but the heavy, bruising kisses he’s leaving on your shoulders is just making the pleasure sharper.

“Holy-fuck-hnnnngh!” You shiver in his grasp, every part of you tensing and flexing as the pleasure makes your body almost dance like there was a current running through it.

“Mine-!” Marco snaps the word off, tension in his body causing him to erratically thrust into you, the rush of his own release mixing with yours, making the sound of it all messier and wet.

Shivering and sobbing, you sink into the bedding, broken and mumbled thanks bubbling up from your lips as you try to catch your breath. You can feel him still inside you, throbbing and twitching, either from his heart beat or yours, you aren’t sure. He stays like that for a moment, pressing tender kisses into your shoulders before he adjust his arms.

Placing them just above your shoulders, he pushes himself up off your back, slowly pulling his cock out.

And then slowly pushing it back in.

“Hang in there, pretty bird.” He husks, continuing his long, slow strokes. “Don’t worry, yoi… I won’t break you.”

He thrusts in, fast and deep, grinding into you when you gasp, back arched from the sudden rush of pleasure.

“Not in any way I can’t fix.”

#quin is feeding us #hmmmm i need more Marco #fic rec!!!!!

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