#Marco Morale

[deathlonging]

animorphs #30 (the reunion) // #53 (the answer)

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 4x7- "The Grave Danger Job"

[vintagefurry]

The composer and artist otter named Lutra, Marco Morales AKA Dandy, '97

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart, Chapter 15

On Ao3 All chapters

18+ MDNI

I've been trying to show that they do like Y/N, but they also take what they want from her. I hope this makes it a little clearer.

I think Y/N's behavior is understandable, especially given her background. Marco is essentially doing good cop / bad cop to her, and it's working.

You were in utter agony. Thatch and Ace had been eating you out for what felt like forever. You had stopped squirming around, allowing them to position your body as they pleased. You didn’t have the energy for anything beyond screaming, cursing, pleading and begging for them to either leave you alone or to let you come.They took turns bringing you to the brink and letting you down again, never achieving what you so desperately wanted. Ace was experimenting with his fire power and heating his tongue for extra sensation, which added a new dimension of frustration. You were sloppy, wet, and sore and just wanted this all to end.

At some point your body couldn’t take any more, and you passed out in between their sessions. You felt your body being carefully wiped down with a soft towel. You were so over sensitized that even the towel made you jerk away. You were picked up and carried somewhere by large hands, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were placed in a bed, covered up, and you fell asleep when your head hit the pillow.

You came to a while later, unsure where you were. Looking around, you recognized it from before as Marco’s room. You looked around, and saw the pirate himself reading in an armchair. He looked up at you, and gave you a smile. You were unsure of what was happening, and the uncertainty made you nervous. Were you forgiven? Was he still mad? Were you in more trouble? You sat up in the bed and waited for him to tell you something, lest you get yourself into more punishments.

“How are you feeling yoi?” 

“Um, bad?” You were hesitant to answer, but you didn’t want to lie.

“Mmm. That’s not surprising. Come here, I want to talk.” Marco put his book down and gestured for you to come to him. You got out from under the covers and gingerly walked over to Marco. You already guessed where he wanted you to sit, so you carefully climbed up onto his lap. You were rewarded with another warm smile. He linked his hands around your waist.

“Y/N, I want you to know that my brothers and I care about you yoi. It may not be directed in a way that you are enjoying, but we’re trying to help you. You…aren’t mentally equipped right now to care for yourself. It’s not your fault yoi. You were under severe duress and torture for years, so it makes sense that you are still in survival mode. But, you don’t have to survive anymore, do you understand?”

You nodded but were also biting your lip. You understood what he was saying but weren’t sure what this had to do with all of them denying you an orgasm you desperately wanted. You decided to agree with him for now.

Marco sighed. “I don’t know if you understand why we’re so concerned. You need time to recalibrate back to any kind of normalcy. Your coping mechanisms helped you for so long, but you don’t need them anymore. You don’t have to do everything on your own. You don’t have to be afraid to sleep, or eat, or be anxious when you’re unproductive. We don’t need you to do or be anything beyond yourself. We want you to feel safe here with us, not have to constantly live in fear. We all want to help you move beyond some of your past so you can be happy again.”

You didn’t really know what to say. On some level, you knew Marco was right. You didn’t need your coping mechanisms anymore, and you needed to readjust to a more normal lifestyle. You weren’t sure how to set about doing that on your own, since your anxiety and fear controlled you. But their way was such a jumbled mess of kind actions, meaningful words, and dubious sexual contact. All mixed together, it left you bewildered as to what you needed or wanted from these men. You stayed silent on Marco’s lap.

Marco reached behind your neck and took off the necklace. You looked at him mutely.

“Your punishment is over now. It���s late, and time for bed. Tonight you’re with me, so we’re staying here. Would you like a cup of tea?”

You nodded, still not having said anything. 

“What are you thinking, Y/N,” Marco said as he cupped your cheek with one hand. He gave you a soft concerned look, and paused for you to speak.

“I don’t…I don’t understand what’s going on.” Marco tilted his head and patiently waited for you to continue. 

“I feel like…this is all so much for me. I want to be normal again too. I don’t know if I c-can be. I’m not try-trying to be bad. I don’t wa-want to be punished anymore.” You couldn’t help it, tears falling down your cheeks. He swiped them gently away with the pads of his fingers.

“I know you can be normal again, and you’re working so hard. You’ve come a long way already. I’m proud of you, and I know my brothers are too.” You cried harder at his statement and turned your face into his chest. No one said words of praise like that to you. You hadn’t heard anything like that since you were a little girl, and even then it was sparing. Even though he had tormented you hours before, you lapped up his praise. He let you cry on his chest and stain his shirt with your snot and tears. Marco rubbed your back soothingly with his chin on your head until you wore yourself out. He then picked you up and placed you on the bed.

“Did you want the tea?” He asked. You nodded. He went to go make it.

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Marco POV

Marco wasn’t lying. Generally, he didn’t lie. Sure, sometimes he bent things a little, or omitted information, but he wasn’t a liar by nature. 

Everything he said to you was true. He did want you to get better. He was concerned for your physical and mental health, and he didn’t think you could accurately see yourself right now. He wanted to see you flourish into the woman he knew you could be - had been - and enjoy what life had to offer. He wanted to protect you, help you, and encourage you to shine. He had no doubt you would thrive with them behind you, pushing you out of your comfort zone. They would reward and praise you for all your achievements, whether big or small.

And yet…you also awoke something feral in him. Something protective, possessive, dark, and jealous. He did want you to feel safe- safe with only himself and his brothers. Yes, he was being a little manipulative, but it was all in your best interest even if you couldn’t see it. He wanted to keep you, no matter how selfish that made him. You belonged with them, and only them. You couldn’t protect yourself, that was obvious. But they could. They needed to keep you safe and protected, no matter what. You were a little bit of softness they could keep with them, and you needed to want to stay too. 

And even though your distress and agitation - both physical and emotional - bothered him on some level, he had enjoyed punishing you. He enjoyed dominating you, and forcing your submission. He relished the time he spent between your legs, tasting your divine heat. He delighted in turning you into a squirming, twitchy mess under his ministrations, begging him for release. He loved hearing you sobbing his name, beseeching him to let you come. He relished hearing you screaming when his brothers had their turns. 

All of these things were true at the same time. You were meant to achieve great things, you were meant to be theirs, and you were meant to be mastered by them. You just needed to see that. And this was the fastest way to show you.

Y/N POV

You were still quiet when Marco returned with two cups of tea. He handed you one, and you took it, blowing on the hot beverage. You drank it, thinking about what Marco had said to you. It was hard for you to gauge what of your own behavior was normal and what wasn’t. All your habits gave you a sense of safety, but when you really thought about it, maybe Marco was right. You drank your tea, and handed the empty mug to Marco. 

Marco set the mugs down and padded over to the bed. He got in on the other side, and blew out the lamp. Like Thatch, he pulled your back to his front, but not as tightly. You were wearing clothes, so you felt a little more comfortable. 

“I know you don’t like the dark yoi. And there’s not much moon tonight. But I thought this might help.” Marco’s arms lit in beautiful flickering blue flames. You gasped - it was so incredible to see up close. You reached out to touch his arm, looking at him to see if he would allow it. 

“Go ahead. It doesn’t burn.” You tentatively held out a fingertip and stroked the fire. It had a unique texture, like it was halfway between a feather and a flame. You stoked his arm for several minutes before you realized what you were doing.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, placing your hand down on his arm.

“No need to apologize. It feels rather nice. You can continue if you want.” You didn’t stroke his arm anymore, but you did watch the flames dance in the darkness. You felt relaxed, being held by the bright blue flames.

“I’m going to ask you something, but I don’t want you to feel compelled to say yes. Your punishment is over. Would you like to come? It’s your choice.” 

You looked up at him - you hadn’t expected that at all. You thought he was going to hold your orgasm above your head until…well you didn’t know what.

“You’re not going to stop? You’re going to let me come?”

“Only if you wish.”

You thought about it. You were still sore and spent from earlier, but the idea of ridding yourself of the pent up sexual energy you’d had simmering for hours was appealing. 

“Ok.”

“Are you sure? We can always wait.”

“No, I want to. Please.”

Marco POV

See what a good girl you could be with a little encouragement. You were already asking him so nicely to come. He had initially thought of forcing you to come over and over after denying you for so long. But that could be another game for another day. Right now you were feeling out of sorts and lost from his change in demeanor. He knew the rapid changes from enforcer to concerned lover were confusing for you, but everything had its reason. You needed a little bit of tenderness, and you’d feel more secure.

“Turn to me, Y/N,” he whispered to you. You turned over, looking up at him with those guileless eyes he loved so much. He was still producing flames, which charmed you. He gently moved your head to the side so he could fan your neck with his breath. His hands gently stroked up and down your side, as he brought gentle kisses up your neck to your ear. He turned your face and kissed you with slow passion on the lips, allowing you to kiss him back.

“M-marco I can’t take much of this, I’m already so worn out.”

“I know, love, I know. We’re almost there.”

He knew you didn’t have much more in you, but he wanted to enjoy the sweetness while he could. He dipped his hand into the waistline of your pants and stopped.

“Do you want to come on my fingers or my mouth?”

“Ah, I think…I think mouth?” You were blushing a deep red. Even saying something so basic could make you feel embarrassed. It was rather cute. 

“As you wish,” Marco said with a grin as he moved down the bed. He put a pillow under your hips and shimmied your pants off. He used his hands to open you up and keep you that way. You were still puffy and engorged from earlier, which was a wonderful sight. He didn’t want to keep you waiting, so he dove right in. In a few short strokes of his tongue, you were already close. He added two of his fingers into your tight channel, which had your pussy spasming. He could feel your cunt gripping and sucking on his fingers, trying to get more. He found your g-spot and started rubbing it gently. You moaned loudly and thrashed your head. Your legs were twitching and trying to close on his head.

“Ah, ah, please Marco, please keep going, please don’t stop,” your head was thrown back and your eyes screwed shut. 

“Eyes on me,” Marco ordered. He was sucking and licking and fingering you and wanted you to see it all. You opened your eyes and watched him. He intensified his efforts and watched you fall off the edge. You tried to keep quiet, but weren’t able to completely stop yourself from making noise. He drew out your orgasm endlessly, letting you ride the high until you started pawing at him to stop touching you. He desperately wanted to overstimulate you, but now wasn’t the time. You were sleepy and calm, drifting away in your own mind. He turned you back over, facing away from him, and brought you close to his chest once again. After a few moments of silence, you picked up your head suddenly.

“But what about you? Don’t you want…something?”

Oh. You were being a very good girl. And good girls get rewarded. 

[vertigoartgore]

Elektra as Daredevil by John K. Snyder III. Art for the OAX 2024 Art Auction. Prismacolor and marker on 11 x 17 canson paper.

[comicwaren]

From Spectacular Spider-Men #009, “Gone Girl”

Art by Andrés Genolet, Emilio Laiso and Edgar Delgado

Written by Greg Weisman

[phinamina]

just realized all of my fav characters are autistic.

[whitehartlane]

they should invent a fairytale narrative that actually happens

[mono-socke]

character doodle dump because I love all of them

[defyingthefates]

With the revelation that Orym had a feeling Laudna killing Bor'dor would give Delilah a foot in the door again, and let it happen even as Laudna turned to him as a lifeline to stop herself. And with the Expanse and its characters on the brain. I'm just thinking about how sometimes, even in the absence of evil necromantic soul parasites, the important question isn't "is mercy the morally correct choice?" it's "is revenge the right choice for us?" It's about self-preservation. About staying the person you want to be. The person you need to be to keep putting one foot in front of the other every day. The person you can look at in mirror every morning. It's about knowing your friend will be disproportionately burdened by that choice and chosing to intervene. Not even necessarily to stop the killing altogether, just to stop your friend from hurting themself in the process. ("You're not that guy" but "I am that guy." "It's not about [them]. It's about us." "It wasn't mercy. It was vanity. I didn't want to think of myself as someone who wanted vengeance.")

In that moment Laudna needed someone to step in for her. To take the weight off her shoulders. I don't think Laudna wants to be the kind of person who kills to satisfy feelings of revenge (even without the threat of an evil necromancer hiding in her soul). Imogen pulled her back from the brink before. But this time she wasn't there. And Orym, in her stead, let her fall. When he could have chosen to intervene. Ashton too, to an extent, although in the moment it was Orym that Laudna looked to for restraint. Either of them could have made the kill instead. That this also put Delilah back in the picture... well that just makes this situation all that much worse. How does it feel to know that your friends let you free-fall into the dark? How does it feel knowing you let your friend free-fall into the dark? Worse, how does it feel to know you gave them that final shove over the precipice?

[artverso]

Marco Turini - Miles Morales & Spider-Gwen 

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 4x7- "The Grave Danger Job"

[vintagefurry]

Jazz Fox, Marco Morales AKA Dandy, '96

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart, Chapter 13

On Ao3

18+ MDNI

All chapters

Thatch POV

He had kept his cool, and caressed you until you fell asleep in his arms. You looked so enchanting sleeping with your head on his chest, listening to him breathe. He loved that you curled yourself around him like a little cat, and that you fit into him like a missing puzzle piece. You had finally relaxed in your sleep and it was nice seeing you like this. He could have kept you this way forever. 

Which was a good temper to his unbelievable anger. If it hadn’t been your first night with him, he would have gotten up and found a fight. Or maybe picked one. On a crew of one thousand pent up men, there was always a fight happening somewhere. He needed to spill some blood with his fists, no weapons. He had so much simmering rage, he could barely contain himself. You were so nonchalant about being locked in a crate, as if that was something that happened to everyone. You had endured such terrible abuse for so long that you had normalized it to yourself. And you had even asked if he was mad at you! Along with apologizing constantly, that was another habit you’d need to break. He wanted to talk to Marco and Ace. Just killing those remaining Marines wasn’t enough. 

But he stayed with you, blew out the lamp, and tugged you closer. You shifted a little in your sleep but didn’t wake up. No wonder you were afraid of the dark. He still had so much pent up aggression and anger, he needed to do something. He looked down at you and saw that your nightshirt had ridden up a little and he could see your lithe thighs. You were sleeping, and he wasn’t going to touch you, so there was no harm in a little…self indulgence. 

He was already hard when he fisted his cock in his pants. He pulled himself out and began lightly stroking. He wanted this to last as long as he could with you so close to him. He could feel your hot breaths on his chest and your tiny hands gripping his skin. He started gently stroking your hips, his fingers close to but not touching your incredible ass. He started pumping his cock a little harder and faster now. Given the erotic meal you’d had before combined with you laying on him, he wasn’t sure how long he would last. He imagined you on top of him, riding him and bouncing on his cock. He imagined eating you out and listening to your whines and cries. He imagined him fucking you from behind while you sucked off Marco. The final image brought him to release. He strained to be quiet and as motionless as possible but couldn’t stop himself from bucking into his hand. 

He had a large volume of cum erupt all over his hand. Looking around for a towel or cloth, he suddenly had another idea. He started slowly rubbing his cum onto your exposed skin. On your legs, your arms, your back, wherever he could reach. He rubbed it in until it wasn’t sticky anymore and had almost disappeared. He felt satisfied that even if you didn’t know it, you’d been marked by him. With a contented sigh, he fell asleep.

Y/N POV

You’d slept for a while, you thought. At least a couple hours. The room was dark, as Thatch had blown out the lamp again. He was asleep, you could hear his deep, even breathing. Quietly, you tried to squirm out of his hold. His arm was heavy as lead, you couldn’t get away without moving it. You put your hands on either side of his forearm and slowly, almost imperceptibly, raised his arm. You wriggled out from underneath, and gently put his arm back down. You made your way to the edge of the bed as silently as you could, and swung your legs over the side. You were about to touch down your feet when Thatch’s arm coiled around you and dragged you back to where you began, this time facing him.

“Y/N , care to explain?” Thatch said in an icy tone.

“Ah, well, I’m up? I’m awake so I thought I’d…”

“You thought you’d what? Sneak away? Break the rules on the first night?”

“No, I just thought - “

“That’s what keeps getting you into trouble, Y/N. You keep thinking that the rules don’t apply to you, when they’re designed for you.” He let out a big sigh “I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you.” He sounded almost reluctant.

“P-punish? Wait, please Th-thatch I..”

He cupped your face in both his hands. “It will be OK, querida. Take your punishment like a good girl, and everything will be forgiven. I may not even tell the others.”

You were trembling but you gave out a shaky “o-ok.”

“Good. Now strip.”

“Wh- what?”

“Take off your shirt. You’ve lost the privilege of wearing clothing for the night. Since I can’t trust that you won’t run away, I can at least ensure that you won’t want to.”

“B-bu-”

“No arguing. I’m not going to tell you again. Strip.”

You were close to crying, but Thatch manhandled you until you were sitting upright. You stood on your knees, and with shaking fingers pulled your shirt over your head. You were shivering, but not from the cold. You felt exposed and unprotected, like a snail without a shell. You realized Thatch had taken off his pants as well.

“Why are you also naked, I th-”

He sighed loudly. “Again? Y/N, this is really becoming too much. Be a good little thing and take your discipline. Come here.”

This time he didn’t grab you, you could tell he wanted you to lay down next to him. You went towards the middle of the bed, and laid flat on your back. You pulled the covers up to your neck, and tried to close your eyes. Thatch hummed next to you, turned on his side again, and scooped you into his now bare body. You were in the same position as the beginning of the night, this time in the nude. You could feel the backs of your legs molded to his, your back to his hairy chest, his head above yours, and his huge dick starting to prod your backside. 

“Mmh. Isn’t this better, Y/N? Isn’t this more comfortable for us both?”

“Y-yeah.” 

“Settle down and go back to sleep. You need more rest.”

“OK, Thatch.”

With that, he reached over and cupped your mound between your legs. He didn’t move his fingers or stimulate you, just held you possessively. You were shocked so you tried to squirm away from him. When that didn’t work, you tried to take his hand off of you with your own. He lightly spanked your pussy and said “you don’t move my hand.” You were stunned and felt that everything had spiraled out of control.

You were crying silently, your tears running down your cheeks. Thatch released his hold on you and wiped your tears. 

“Punishments show that we care, carina. I don’t want you to be tired and unhealthy. You earned this one, and it’s not too bad, right? I’m not mad anymore. You’ll be OK. Hush, and let’s go back to sleep.” He resumed cupping your mons, shushing you periodically, as your crying slowly stopped. 

Against all odds, you eventually fell back asleep.

[wwprice1]

Happy Spider-Man Day!

[comicwaren]

From Spectacular Spider-Men #008, “Triage”

Art by Emilio Laiso, Andrés Genolet and Edgar Delgado

Written by Greg Weisman