#mean Marco

[hannahbarberra162]

Who do you think is meaner in bed, Marco or Izo? I think lots of people would (ignorantly) assume he'd be a sub because he's feminine only to get a shock when he flips things on them, but while I think he's a good dom I personally don't see him as being a particularly mean one. I think he'd be good at staying calm and collected and making you feel reeaally embarrassed about how easily you lose composure by comparison. Marco has so much responsibility and steam to blow off I can see it. Division commander, head doctor, has to bully the strongest man in the world into taking his meds, he's gotta take the stress out on someone. Heehee idk

It's so funny you asked this - I was already writing another Mean Marco drabble! I completely agree with you. I think Marco is very tightly wound under that calm facade. He's a doctor dealing with 997 idiots (excluding Izou and Deuce), 1 Portgas D. Ace (he's in his own category), and the Captain is a stubborn old man who won't take his pills.

I do think Izou could come off as a little mean but I agree that he mostly keeps his wits about him. I could see Izou drinking tea and watching while you ride the Sybian, noting the different sounds you make and how they differ from other forms of stimulation. Or Izou teasing you endlessly as you're bound to his bedframe spread eagle, never quite touching where you need him to, agreeing with you that yes, it is quite difficult. And no, he's not going to stop until he's done.

But Marco.

Oh, Marco.

NSFW Drabble, Marco x F!Reader , ~1k (oops), mean but consensual Marco

Stress Ball

“Marco, is - oh, I guess you’re in here alone then,” Tate said, poking her head in Marco’s office. The First Division Commander smiled as he picked his head up from some reports, his red glasses resting on the end of his nose.

“Just me yoi,” he confirmed, setting down the quill he’d been using for note taking. 

“OK, no worries. But are you alright? You looked really worked up before," Tate asked, searching Marco’s face for answers.

“Ah, you know how it is. Too many patients, not enough doctors and nurses,” Marco said with an easy smile. Tate nodded and gave a knowing laugh.

“Yeah, trust me I get it. I just think you have it harder than anyone else on board. You’re in charge of our division, you’re responsible for keeping everyone safe, you’re the primary doctor for the crew, you’re basically the First Mate, and you have to give that stubborn old man all his medicine. If I was you I would have cracked a long time ago. Speaking of, I’ve been looking for - oh, nevermind. Hope you find some kind of stress relief - I can cover for you in a bit if you want to go flying?” Tate offered her longtime friend.

“I appreciate it but there’s no need yoi. I’m buried up to my neck in paperwork and besides, I found a way to blow off some steam earlier. I’m feeling pretty good right now,” Marco said, picking up his quill once more. Tate nodded and smiled, already turning to leave the office.

“Sounds great boss…I’ll go look for her in the baths then, she said she was stressed earlier…” Tate said mostly to herself, her voice getting quieter the further down the hall she went from Marco’s office. He smiled to himself then continued to write, turning the pages slowly and straightening them as needed. After about half an hour, he heard some sounds coming from the slim coat closet set in the adjacent wall. Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head, his toned stomach peeking through as his shirt rode up. Striding over to the closet, he opened the door and enjoyed the sight before his eyes.

You were inside, head moving towards the movement of air. You couldn’t see or hear him, the blindfold and headphones he’d put on you didn’t allow for any light or sound. You were shifting around, trying to find a comfortable position but Marco had ensured there wasn’t one. You were sitting on your poor red bottom on the floor of the closet, your wrists bound to your crossed ankles. The two vibrators that Marco had placed in your holes were still going but at a low hum, your slick fluids dripping down your thighs and into a small puddle on the floor. Marco squatted down next to you, causing you to search once again for the source of the movement. 

The large spider gag prevented you from calling out to him but the drool leaking from your mouth joined the rest of the slick mess you’d been making. He noted that your chest and face were still covered in his cum from earlier as he ran his thumb through the fluids. Placing his coated thumb in your open mouth, your tongue roved over the digit and sucked as much as you could. Pleased, Marco removed your headphones, making your head jerk in his direction.

“You’re being too loud yoi. I can hear you moving around all the way from my desk,” Marco cooed into your ear. He palmed your breasts in his hands, rolling your already pert nipples in his fingers. After only a few moments of pinching and teasing you were panting and straining against the bindings he’d lovingly put on your hours before but making as little noise as you could.

“You wouldn’t want anyone to find you like this, would you yoi? You shook your head rapidly while a blush rose in your cheeks.

“Then you need to be quieter, hm? Let’s see if you can be a good little thing for me,” Marco said affectionately, petting your hair. Reaching into his pocket he removed a heavy chain with teeth clamps on either end. Putting his hand on your back for support, he dipped his head low and nipped and kissed your breast, leaving a trail of hickeys until he reached your nipple. Sucking hard, he laved his tongue over the sensitive bud until your chest was heaving. Pulling away his head with an audible pop, he quickly placed the clamp on your nipple. You whined softly as he repeated the process with your other nipple until both were clamped between the teeth of the metal binding.

“Ah ah. Not so loud or I’ll have to leave the door open yoi. You don’t want the rest of the crew to see how needy you are do you? I think another 30 minutes here would help us both, hm? I’m feeling relaxed already and I’m sure you are too,” Marco said with a grin, pulling on the chain gently. You pushed your chest up to alleviate the pain from the clamps but that caused the large plug in your ass to be ground in further. Marco looked you over, putting his index and middle finger into your fist. 

“Once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red,” he said softly, waiting for your response. You gave him two hard squeezes and he kissed your cheek.

“I felt yellow. Again, just to make sure I got the right one. Once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red,” he repeated. Just as before you squeezed his fingers twice, leaving no room for error. 

 “Doing so well, Doveling, just a little more,” he whispered into your ear. He replaced the headphones, kissed the top of your head and shut the door to the closet. Humming happily he sat down at his desk to finish the last of his paperwork. He’d be done soon and he’d make you come around his cock until you cried for him to stop. That would alleviate your stress, he thought with a grin.

[quinloki]

1st generation device

I cannot get @hannahbarberra162's "Treatments" drabble out of my teeth, so y'alla re coming along for the ride as I type this out whole hog and post it.

No editing, we get whatever autocorrect fucking gives us. I need to get this out of my head and get back to sweet Marco XD

CW: DEAD DOVE, NON CON, mean mean Marco, Victorian asylum AU, medical mistreatment, mdni

The cusp of technology changes while you're in the sanatorium, and there's a new device invented to better treat hysteria patients.

Marco tends to prefer traditional methods and is very hands on, but decides to invest in the new technology and put it through the paces. If it meets his standards, he may incorporate it into the treatment process.

It is, effectively, and in more modern terms, a Sybian. A contraption that the patient sits on. It vibrates.

There are attachments and adjustments to be had, singular or dual penetration can be utilized to better results. The vibrations work similar to manual stimulation, but the machine, which plugs into the wall, doesn't tire.

Marco doesn't want to risk you, so he does test the device's extremes on patients no one will miss. Sweet little street girls who will be sorrowfully buried with the deepest sympathies of the sanatorium if the worst should happen.

When he breaks you it will be right on the line. A perfect fracture that puts you sweetly under his thumb while leaving your capacity intact.

You must be able to stand beside him in society once he deems you cured, after all.

He clears his schedule for a day, and has you brought into his office.

"You'll be testing a new device, yoi. One I hope will expedite your treatment." He explains, pulling a blanket off the machine. You take a step back away from it but the orderly behind you just pushes you forward.

You were forced into a straitjacket before leaving your room, and the orderly roughly strips your pants away as he and Marco get you set into the machine. They hold you over it as Marco works lube into your vagina, and then into your ass, loosening your tight right with his fingers.

"Please," you whisper softly. "Not there, please." Even as tears prick your eyes he's already pushing a second finger into your ass.

"Endure it, my dear. It'll help cure you, yoi." He hums, pressing his fingers in far deeper than he needs too, the long digits making you shiver and mewl.

The two lower you onto the dildos, the anal one was still a little bigger than Marco's two fingers, though the vaginal one was a little slimmer and not as long. You were sure it had something to do with not "stretching you out", since it wouldn't do for you to have anything larger than the good doctor inside you.

Though he was holding to his promise to not do that until you were married.

They tie you down, forcing you snug against the machine. Marco parts your labia to either side of the bumpy mound before they force you to lean forward a little, settling your exposed clit right against the bumps.

Your body jerks and you tense as the machine is turned on. The soft, but persistent vibrations are inside and out and there's no escaping it.

Marco pays you attention for long enough to adjust some dials, turning up the strength of the vibrations and causing the inserts to wriggle inside you. Once you gasped, he seemed satisfied and turned away to deal with some work.

The pleasure is inevitable. You knew as soon as the machine started that there wasn't going to be any escape from the forced orgasm. Your body shudders against the binds as the first orgasm tears through you, and as the doctor likes, you mewl sweetly when it happens.

He marks something on a different piece of paper, but doesn't turn toward you.

"Haa, no, wait, it's... it's not stop-stopping," you gasp, thrashing against the continued stimulation. "No, no, oh god, oh god not again, not so s-s-s-s-s-soon!" A second smaller orgasm rolls through you and you breathe in deep before panting into the air.

The machine doesn't stop.

"Please, please, it's too much, doctor, please." You gasp and the only indication he's listening is that he clicks the control up another notch.

"No, no,no,no,no,noouuuuuuggghhhnnnngh!" The plea breaks into a growl and then another orgasm, this one a little stronger than the second. You've never cum in such quick succession, but the excessive stimulation was inescapable.

Your body forces a break after the third orgasm, the vibrations and intrusions take on an edge. It's not painful in the strictest sense, but the prickly tone is enough to keep you from orgasming again.

Time enough to catch your breath and try to still your pounding heart for a minute before the good doctor clicks it up another notch.

You focus on your breathing, trying to keep your body relaxed as you can, but a couple minutes later the pleasure was building again. You try not to whimper, try not to let the desperate little pleas fall from your lips. The less you give him, the less he can give back.

You can't control the way your breathing gets heavier and Marco clicks it up another notch just as you cum again. Your hips betray you against the pleasure and you rut into the machine, bringing up the followup orgasm is short order.

You can't help the growl that's ripped from your throat when you cum. Your face is hot, sweat is starting to trickle down your skin. You're so sensitive you can feel the beads of sweat move along your body.

He clicks it up two notches and you almost sob, biting back your desperate plea as you're forced into a sixth orgasm. Your teeth clench hard and you choke a sob before the intense pleasure forces you to scream lewdly. It hasn't been thirty minutes yet, you'd be surprised if it was a full twenty.

Marco gets up from his desk as rough breaths fall from your lips.

"Even more effective than expected." He hums, before unzipping an access panel on the straitjacket. "But I think it can be improved with a hands on approach, yoi."

"Ah, but this first." He coils rope around your hair, like he was tying it into a ponytail, and anchors it behind you. In this way your hips are leaned forward to drive your clit into the machine, and your back is arched back to force you to look up.

This way you are forced to look up at Marco, and your chest is pushed out. He reaches into the jacket, his rough fingers finding your painfully stiff nipples, and he begins to rub them between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ahhh! No, no, please, please, I can't - I can't!" The added stimulation vaults you into another orgasm before you've properly had time to recover from the last one. Nothing but pleasure drips from the cry, even as your muscles start to bite back from the successive orgasms.

The intense orgasms threaten to be painful until the very last second, the rush of pleasure taking you by surprise even worse because you expect your body to knot up from the exertion.

He brings you to the brink as your senses go hazy, and just before you can crest again he turns off the machine. Cupping your face in his hands, he leans low, almost kissing you, but stopping before your lips actually meet.

You don't know how long he lets you rest, if you fall asleep like that or not, you're too gone and too addled. You just know that you come back to your senses, and your body has calmed despite the position it's stuck in.

He seems to know without looking and when he turns the machine back on, he turns the dial all the way up.

[bajoop-sheeb]

Meditation by Yoong Bae

[kooldewd123]

the skrit na are peak animorphs worldbuilding actually.

yes, the grays actually exist.

yes, they actually ride around in flying saucers.

yes, they actually abduct people. cows too.

yes, they actually dissect people and then put them back together and let them go. sometimes they put them in a zoo instead.

none of the other aliens know what their deal is. they have a larval stage where they look like giant cockroaches. one time they somehow obtained the most dangerous weapon in the entire universe and just threw it in their junk drawer next to a mustang convertible and a case of dr pepper. they are directly in the middle of a galactic war and have survived untouched because neither side cares enough about them. i don't think any of the main cast besides ax even know they exist?

every sci-fi series should do this. this is awesome.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

His last name is polo

You're right that in #15, Marco jokes about his last name being Polo. But he also at different times mentions it being McManus, Mullins, and The Magnificent. We also don't know how many last names he has, since his mom's an immigrant fluent in Spanish, and the convention in much of the Hispanosphere is to keep both parents' last names as one's own. He does also joke in #10 about having no last name at all, which would be hard to get away with in 1990s-U.S. but not impossible the way it is in a post-9/11 U.S.

He also doesn't appear to have a fanon last name, like the way everyone kind of agrees to refer to Tobias as Tobias Fangor even though that's almost certainly not canon. Heck, if we follow Tobias's example then Marco's fanon last name should be Robbinette, after Nora. Marco Robbinette. Little hard to spell, but it works.

My headcanon has always been that Marco has both parents' family names, but uses his mom's for everyday Anglocentric forms that require exactly one last name. That's how most Hispanic folks I know do it, choosing whichever family name will create the least friction and/or feels most right for the context. Then again, I could see Peter doing something unconventional like giving Marco a whole new last name (like KAA did for her kid), giving Marco just Eva's last name, or, heck, doing the no-last-name thing.

[myrquez]

so you’re telling me bezz told sky sport that he made a little mistake during the sprint bc he saw that “marc was coming to catch him”. he said that he was trying to focus on martin, but he knew marc was getting closer and closer and then he fucked it up

( “ehi bezz your crush is here act normal” bezz: fall off his bike )

[macksartblock]

I drew this on break bc I couldn’t get it out of my head

[ray935sworld]

Motogp: Blind guessing what's in the box

Marco Bezzecchi

*uses blindfold as a hair band*

[yaoigovroom]

wanted to try my hand at drawing some other guys!!!

[slutforpringles]

👀✍🏻Marco Andretti sharing an old picture of him and Daniel in January 2025 ..... hmmm........ 👀✍🏻

[caseyhughes]

beanie with the brim will be burnt over a stove discreetly as to not hurt the little girls feelings

[hannahbarberra162]

Yes, I have a lot to work on. BUT ALSO mean Marco. So. I'll pop it on Ao3 later as an OS.

It's fun to be mean.

TW: DEAD DOVE, NON CON, mean mean Marco, Victorian asylum AU, medical mistreatment, forced exhibitionism

The clacking of shoes on the tiled floor made you perk up your head as far as it would go with the restraints. You’d been defiant that morning and had bitten the orderly when he tried to feel your breasts during your morning “treatment.” You regretted your actions - the orderly had then stripped you down and dressed you in a medical gown before putting you in full restraints to the narrow hospital bed. Your arms and legs ached from being stretched in the same position for so long and your neck was bound to the bed as well, making looking in any direction other than up difficult. You had a gag in your mouth to ensure you didn’t bite anyone else and it was making your jaw ache while drool pooled in your mouth. You’d been staring at the blank white ceiling for hours, finally feeling like you had the “insanity” that your family claimed was your ailment.

You’d been in the asylum for months - or so you thought, it was difficult to keep track of time from your windowless room. Your family had wanted you to marry Marco “the Phoenix” Newgate, the handsome doctor who ran the asylum. He had gotten his nickname for being so skilled in medical treatment that he’d brought many patients back from the brink of death. Marco was from a large and wealthy family, the first son of the Newgate magnate. You didn’t care, there was something in the doctor’s eyes that gave you pause, some base part of your reptilian brain telling you to run. You couldn’t shake the feeling that he was a predator and the hair on the back of your neck rose whenever he kissed your hand chastely. Your parents accused you of having hysteria for not wanting to marry such a well respected, handsome and intelligent bachelor. Ever the gentleman, Marco “The Phoenix” said he would honor the original arrangement, that he would see to your treatment personally in his own luxury sanatorium. Thus your family had checked you into the sanatorium against your will and he’d been tending to you ever since.

Society was abuzz with how kind the doctor was to love someone as silly as you, how incredibly lucky you were that the blond doctor would make you his wife after your illness had concluded. There were more sordid whispers that the doctor was a skilled lover, that he was a veritable angel in bed. But you knew better - you knew the doctor was a demon sent from hell. You hated seeing his half lidded eyes as they watched you succumb to his treatments, his very presence made your skin crawl. There was nothing to do - you were stuck in the sanatorium until he said you were mentally fit. And you suspected that day might never come. 

Still, you held onto a naive hope that the sound was the nurses coming to check on you and give you a sip of water. As the reverberating sounds of chatter reached your ears, you heard the low voice that made an unbidden shiver run down your spine. Closing your eyes, you held on to one last shred of hope that they’d continue down the hallway to torture someone else for a change. The jingle of the door handle had your heart beating faster and faster as the creaking door opened. 

“Which of course, brings us to the patient here yoi,” the doctor said, speaking only to his medical students. He rarely spoke to you directly in front of others, preferring to talk to you during your personal night treatments. Your nipples hardened even as you tried pulling against your restraints in vain. He had you trained well, one of his best and most responsive patients, he said. He always said it was a shame that you had to linger in the Psychiatric Hospital with how lovely you were, but he simply couldn’t release you until your hysteria had cleared. 

Walking closer to your bed, the doctor pulled a stool to the front of your bed and snapped his fingers to the orderlies who had come into the room with him. You tried to stop the whimper that left your throat as they adjusted your bindings so your legs were in the stirrups attached to the end of the bed. You’d tried fighting at this point many times before but the only effect was the further tightening of the straps on the stirrups, securing your legs in an even harsher grip. Doctor Marco turned the crank to the stirrups, opening them as far as they would go. Your already aching legs protested sharply but you didn’t make any noise; you knew from experience that the Doctor didn’t appreciate it when you did. Cold air hit your bald pussy as Marco hummed in approval.  

Sitting on the low wooden stool, Doctor Marco slotted himself between your now open legs, your bare pussy on display to the assorted medical students crowding around him. You’d been shaved personally by Marco to better allow the students to see your anatomy, he said. Even though this treatment had been given to you many times before, shame brought a flush to your face as you heard Doctor Marco snap gloves on his hands. At least you could only stare up this time, you didn’t have to watch the medical students become engrossed in your torture.

“Unfortunately this patient has to be completely restrained due to her temperament. She was brought to the hospital a few months ago by her family, her hysteria causing her to be completely unmanageable. And who can tell the group the cure for female hysteria yoi?” the doctor asked. You already knew the answer, you’d heard parts of this lecture many times over. 

“Yes?” the Doctor said, indicating a student who had raised his hand.

“Prophylactic enemas?” one student answered, making your shudder. Doctor Marco ran a hand down your thigh as a means to soothe you but it only made you quiver more.

“No, though this patient does receive those as well to induce colo-rectal compliance. Any other answers?” Doctor Marco asked the assembled students. You heard no other students speak and Doctor Marco sighed, causing your panic to rise immediately. You tried to close your legs out of instinct for what you knew was coming, but Doctor Marco slapped your inner thigh.

“It seems your professors have been remiss in their classroom instruction yoi. But that’s what practical rotations are for. The patient needs to be brought to repeated orgasm in order to quell her hysteria. Observe,” the doctor said, bringing his hands closer to your cunt. You whined and tried to move away but were so tightly bound there was no movement you could make to shift from the Doctor’s wicked hands. 

“You see, she is already moving in an attempt to avoid treatment. Many patients with hysteria behave this way but you can guide them back to health with a firm hand,” Marco said, punctuating his sentence with a slap to your pussy. “Don’t feel the need to be soft with them, poor handling is what got the dears into this mess in the first place,” Marco said as he spread your pussy lips apart and held them in place with his long fingers. Marco hadn’t done anything yet but your body had been through this procedure many times before and just the touch of his finger was enough to start your body’s reaction. You started to get wet, your slick pooling at the top of your thighs.

“As you can see, moisture is already dripping from her body to prepare for the cure to her ailment. This patient is particularly responsive which is why I prefer for medical students to observe her. Now this,” Doctor Marco said, pinching your clit, making you yelp, “is her clitoris. It contains the highest concentration of nerve endings in the female body. And most physicians believe that the fleshy nub is the sum total of the clitoris - but that is not the case. It actually has a larger area than that, spanning around the clitoris in an almost circular formation, though you will always get the best reaction from touching the clitoris directly.” Marco began stroking your clit with his gloved fingers, taking moisture from your leaking hole before continuing his ministrations.

“You may have noticed I used her own fluids as lubrication. That is preferable and we will get to the vaginal canal momentarily. For the moment, watch and observe.” With deft fingers, Doctor Marco began rubbing your clit in a practised fashion as he had so many times before. He knew your body like it was his own, playing you like a violin. He stroked with consistent pressure, rubbing you in small circles to the rapt attention of the students. You mewled against your will from behind the gag, small cries spilling from your lips as he continued to tease you. Your humiliation grew with your wetness as he continued to play with you to the endless intrigue of the students.

Doctor Marco was keeping you primed but never quite achieving release as he once again turned to his students. You tried to move your hips towards his hand in hopes of ending the session but the Doctor simply stopped stroking you, leaving only the hand still holding your lips apart.

“There are many potential treatments available at this juncture - you can bring the patient to the brink of orgasm but deny it at the last moment. This is effective as behavioral modification in addition to relieving hysteria. I once kept this patient engaged but unable to orgasm for five hours and at the end she was most agreeable to anything I suggested.” You shuddered as you remembered the event, you had cried and screamed for hours, begging for relief, for the doctor to stop, for God to strike you down from above, for anything other than the Doctor’s hands and mouth. It was brutal but luckily Marco saved it for those times when you were “non-compliant,” and “defiant.” You hoped today’s treatment didn’t include the same.

“You may also wish to cause several orgasms in short succession. This is likely to cause immediate distress to the patient but positive long term results. It is also a much shorter treatment duration than withholding orgasm which can be useful if you need to treat many patients. Today I’d like to demonstrate this technique for your edification.” Tears pooled on your lash line as you heard the announcement. You had been praying to any god that would listen for one orgasm at the hands of the doctor, the shortest treatment he gave you. Marco began stroking you gently again, this time pushing two of his thick fingers into you and bending them. Your toes curled as he forced your reaction.

“You can tell she is eager for release from her keening noises, the constriction of her vaginal canal, and the curling of her toes. If she were a better behaved patient you would be able to hear more of her lewd sounds as well. It is possible to see the constrictions from the outside but in clinical practice one should feel it manually yoi. Would anyone like to volunteer to identify the sensation?” You paled as you heard the Doctor’s question - this was something new. He’d never allowed the students to touch you during a treatment before. In your heart you knew this was retribution for not kissing him back the night before during his private session. But there wasn’t anything you could feasibly do to change the outcome of your current situation.

“You yoi. Come forward,” Marco said, handing a glove to whatever student he had selected. You heard another glove snapping on and short, limp fingers begin to prod at your opening.

“That’s it, push inside, she’s ready,” Doctor Marco instructed, the hand surging forward. The student was clumsy, nothing like Marco’s long skilled fingers. You felt multiple hands on you as Doctor Marco began stroking once more while holding your pussy open on display. The student was bothering you, pushing too weakly and inconsistently for you to enjoy the sensation. You whined in pain as he jabbed you with a stabbing motion rather than the smooth thrusts of the Doctor. Despite the jerks of the student’s hand you could feel yourself moving towards orgasm once more as Doctor Marco gave your clit more focused attention.

“Can you feel her canal gripping you?” Doctor Marco asked the student as he applied more pressure to your clit. After another moment of clumsy fingers moving about in you, Marco removed the hand of the student from within you. You sighed in relief as the painful sensations ended.

“No, no, you need more practice. You are showing hesitancy yoi. You need to remain in control, you are the doctor and she is the patient. Do not give her quarter to defy you. Allow me to demonstrate, this time using three fingers rather than the two from before. She can be quite wanton, you have to ensure she is satisfied,” Marco said, replacing the student’s fingers with his own. His large fingers stretched you as he worked them into you, pushing and curling his middle finger. You mewled loudly as he brushed your sweetest spot over and over again, still playing with your clit all the while. Panting, you felt the tension in you rising as you were brought closer and closer to orgasm, the students taking notes on your flushed form and leaking pussy. 

“I am stroking her Grafenberg spot, hence her intense reaction yoi. The clitoris can be stimulated simultaneously to produce orgasm as you'll see in just a moment. Come closer, I believe this patient is nearing their precipice.” You heard shuffling feet moving towards you as you strained against your bindings. Marco was stroking inside you with every pump of his fingers and rubbing your engorged clit, bringing you to close yet another unwanted orgasm. The loud squelching sounds of his fingers drowned out the murmurs of the medical students as they watched you curiously. 

“You can see her lubrication is increasing moment by moment. Her muscles are tense and she is straining against her bindings, those are all signs to look for. Ah, here she goes. Watch, I’ll give her a little spank and she’ll orgasm.” With that Marco slapped your clit and as if on command, you came around his fingers, screaming from behind your gag. Your vision went white as he continued to stroke and pump within you as you came, dragging out the sensation as long as possible. You were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath as he removed his fingers. He parted your lips again, rubbing at your engorged clit with his thumb. You whined and started crying, the sensation too raw and close to your previous orgasm. 

“See how compliant she is? She has become increasingly docile and relaxed after many such treatments. Right now we are not letting her rest, she will be brought to another orgasm shortly by my hand,” Marco said, looking down at your face. He noted your tears with a smirk, reaching for your face to wipe them away. Unable to move, he brushed away the tears before taking your face in his hand.

“Perhaps later we can have a practical lesson and you students can take turns giving the patient her treatment under my supervision. Wouldn’t that be lovely, dear?” Marco said, addressing you directly for the first time. You looked up into the Doctor’s heavy lidded eyes, fear clouding your expression even as another orgasm built within you.

“Yes, she’s quite a needy patient. She will need many more treatments to ensure her mental health returns. Isn’t that so darling?” Marco said, looking you in the eyes. 

“But I have personally dedicated myself to healing her. She can stay in the asylum for treatment as long as she needs.” 

[vettberg]

I love these idiots so bad

[introspectivememories]

buggy drunk, flirting with marco: heyyy~ marco

marco responding because if nothing else it'll make shanks mad: heyyy~ bugs

shanks, halfway across the grandline, tense as hell as he gets a that's so raven like premonition: buggy and marco are fucking

benn with his head in his hands, halfway to crying because this is the fifth time kashira has turned the ship around because he cant stop chasing after that fucking clown and he doesnt get paid enough for this and-: this ship is fucking NIGHTMARE!!!

[sforzesco]

lmao the rival dynasts are fighting and they're fucking it up for everyone else at a record pace

this tweet made me laugh, and I frequently make political comparisons between these specific groups of people, so now it's finally a comic

regarding the OctavianOctaviaAntony Uniteam Alliance

Octavia Minor and the Transition from Republic to Empire, Katrina Moore

in the red panel, which is an obvious anachronistic soup of events happening all at once: we have on the left: messalla corvinus

Alternative Memoirs: Tales from the ‘Other Side’ of the Civil War, Kathryn Welch

and then octavia (in despair & weaponizing that sacrosanctity to turn rome against antony), some kids (the two closest to antony are the twins, but tbh you can just kind of. pick whoever from the soccer team of kids antony had)

octavian and antony's back and forth is referencing suetonius augustus 68 and 69 (specifically: Antony also writes to Augustus [...] "What has made such a change in you? Because I lie with the queen? She is my wife. Am I just beginning this, or was it nine years ago? What then of you — do you lie only with Drusilla? Good luck to you if when you read this letter you have not been with Tertulla or Terentilla or Rufilla or Salvia Titisenia, or all of them. Does it matter where or with whom you take your pleasure?") and also the whole. thing. about antony's will. that sure was something.

the herod comment from kleopatra is referencing all of this

Mark Antony: A Biography, Eleanor Huzar

AND FINALLY. the art in the inset panels are from The Roses of Heliogabalus, Lawrence Alma-Tadema

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[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

I love how Jake is unquestionably the leader when it comes to Animorphs business and Rachel is unquestionably the leader in social situations

It even goes beyond that! Because the team is that good at listening to and respecting each other. They're always listening to whichever teammate has the best strengths for the current situation.

Like you said, Rachel leads in social situations. She coordinates outfits (Erek in #27), ties bowties (the banquet in #21), and generally excels at talking their way into and out of situations (Zone 91 in #14, the hospital in #17, etc.)

Tobias leads any time the group is all flying — rescuing George Edleman in #17, the dogfight in #24 — and any time there's a battle in the wilderness because he directs troop movements from overhead (#13, #30, etc.)

Ax obviously leads in matters of technology (Bug fighter in #11, repair dock in #45, sario rips in the MMs), and andalite culture (#18, #38) even though he doesn't want to.

Cassie's in charge the moment the kids are in a new environment. She's leading the survival efforts in MM2, #25, #11, #4, #42, and every other time the setting gets dangerous.

Marco's role might be the subtlest. But IMHO, any time Marco's in charge, it's because Jake's fucking up. Marco's only real coup d'etat is when Jake spirals out in #31, but he also takes charge when Jake's panicking in #16 and #25, and he spends a lot of #50-54 informally leading to make up for Jake's unwellness.