Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 42 - Marco/Thatch x afab!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: afab
Character: Marco / Thatch
Vibe: NSFW dubcon
AU: Mafia AU
Prompt: (Writer's Choice) 

Summary: You were supposed to get intel on the Whitebeard family, but some old friends catch you in the act. And now you're in quite the bind.

Content Notes: dubious consent (coerced), double penetration (two dicks in one vagina), tickle torture, interrogation, edging, sybian, bondage, yandere vibes, mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

This is explicitly stated otherwise, proceed with caution

Your laughter echoed in the open and harsh room of the warehouse. The desperate edge of it turned into a scream before it devolved into laughter again. When the laughter faded it was replaced by a whorish moan that you couldn't suppress anymore.

You were too tired at this point.

Your shoulders ached. Your arms were raised and crossed atop your head, held in place with ropes and leather cuffs. The crotch of your pants and underwear had been torn away and your pants had been cut off at the knees. Steel rings bolted into the floors had loops of rope through them.

Ropes that kept you tied snuggly against the sybian between your thighs. Ropes that kept your arms up. Ropes that kept your bare feet secured in place.

Ropes that were stained and soaked with sweat, drool, and tears.

Thatch cuts the sybian off before you can orgasm and you nearly sob. Your gaze is hazy, but you know that both him and Marco are watching you. You'd known them, years ago, before any of you had been into anything important or dangerous, and so when it came time to task someone with infiltrating their family, you'd been the best option.

If anyone had told you tickling was such an effective kind of torture before now, you probably would've shot them.

"C'mon," Thatch says, crouching down, putting one big hand against your chin and helping you look up. "Just tell us. We'll stop tickling you, and we'll even let you cum. That'd be a relief, right?"

You nod, and then shake your head, nearly sobbing. "I can't." You sigh. You had your pride more than anything. You were good at your job and you weren't ready to retire. You just had to hold out longer than Marco and Thatch and you'd be free.

Neither was going to kill you. They didn't even want to harm you, that's why they were doing this instead of more dangerous things.

"I caa-a-a-n't-hahahahaha! Fuck!" Marco's fingers tickled your sides as the vibrating sybian fired back up. You were tied so well you could hardly thrash, and Marco was so terribly observant he had learned quickly all the places you were most ticklish.

He tickled you until you were gasping and dizzy, nearly ready to blackout again. The pleasure from the beast between your legs made it even harder to fight against the tickling, and that was certainly the point. You were on edge from the edging, and that made you more ticklish.

Your clit throbbed. Your stomach was in knots. You were exhausted, tense, on edge, and you wanted to cum so desperately that you ached for it.

You couldn't beg, though. The second you cracked and started down that path you were done.

"You can," Marco says, his smooth voice sinking into your spine. "You can tell us anything, yoi." His hands are moving over your body. They're warm, and gentle. He's caressing you, not tickling you. It's sensual and relaxing, but you can't relax. Every shift of his palms against your body makes you twitch and gasp.