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I made my own profile picture! I’m the mage of breath so it’s only obvious I give them (my baby) my aspect! I might also do one for canun (my extended zodiac!)

!Requests still open!

Polypa Goezee x Reader

Popcorn littered the floor in a spray of carnage, the large olive bowl it had been in was tipped over to its side. On your laptop screen the credits to some Alternian romcom was playing in its distorted way, the quality hadn’t been the best but you hadn’t put it on for yourself. Your arm had fallen asleep where Polypa was using it as a pillow, her hair still damp from the shower earlier. She looked peaceful like this, one arm thrown over your stomach and the other cradling the back of your neck gingerly- she was always so careful to guard your weak spots- one of her legs was hooked over yours and a soft purr was rumbling from her chest. Rubbing her arm the best you could when it was trapped underneath her you carefully reached with the other to shut your laptop. It was late and you were exhausted from the feelings jam the both of you had hammered out earlier in the night. Cocooned in the soft blankets and pillows that made up your pile it was easy to wiggle just a bit and get comfortable. In her sleep Polypa lightly tightened her grip and shifted closer, that soft purr turning into a deeper rumble that vibrated your own chest where she was pressed as close as she could get to you. The rest of your room was shrouded in darkness, the curtains drawn shut to give you both a better sense of privacy. Polypa had arranged the pile to be on the far side of your room between the wall and your bed, the door shut and locked on the other side. Your little corner was secure and close to a vent that was providing plenty of heat for the both of you. Warm and content your mind drifted from one thought to the next. You’d missed this, the easy way you and Polypa coexisted when it was just the two of you. Ever since the reset and getting back your memories you’d been searching for your friends. You’d finally found them after two years of constant vigilance. This new shared world had been a blessing and though it still proved to have its fair share of problems you couldn’t help but to be grateful. It had given you your friends back. All of them safe and sound in a world less harsher than the one they remembered. You smiled to remember how you’d found Polypa. Despite all the places you had looked you’d ran into her at the mall of all things. You had both made fools of yourself crying all over each other and clinging to the point an employee had to ask you both to take it somewhere else. That had been a year ago. Since then the two of you spent as much time as you could with each other, most of those early days had been getting to know each other again- reassuring each other that your relationship was still there. Even now there were times that you had to reassure each other that the other was there. Things weren’t easy. They never had been. Between the two of you and the things this world like to throw at you trouble was a familiar companion. But the two of you were finding your rhythm and learning together how to survive and thrive. This world wasn’t exactly kind, there were things that kept you up at night, made you sick to your stomach. Problems from your world carried over to this one and the problems on Alternia had also settled here. Some problems had been dealt away with, had to be in order to coexist, but others only amplified. There were people out there that didn’t understand your relationship with Polypa- that openly scorned it. Sometimes it made you wonder if your moirail would be better off without you. 

Running a hand through Polypa’s hair you sighed. You deserved to be selfish, at least in this regard. Polypa was your moirail and no one could take her away from you. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead you settled fully against her. It was far too late in the night- or rather far too early in the morning- for these thoughts. A clawed hand gently pressed against your cheek as Polypa’s eyes cracked open a sliver. Warm and understanding as she gazed at you. 

“Sleep.” 

And you slept.

Tagora Gorjek x Reader

He ran at a temperature best described as lukewarm, it was always the first thing you were reminded of when you spent time with him. He wasn’t the coldest of the trolls you knew of course. Granted, neither of you got to do so as much as you’d have liked. He was a busy troll and you had your own things to stress over. Your chats and gossip were usually reserved for facetime on whatever app or device happened to be handy. Tagora had a strict schedule and while yours was more hectic due to family matters he always made time to talk. But luckily for you both of you had found the time to hang out in person again. It was a breath of fresh air- even if the pampering made you squirm. You knew that Tagora liked having a ‘spa buddy’ but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad for him spending all that money on you. As much as he made up a big deal about your debt to him you also knew him well enough now to know he was full of shit. He was throwing prices out there and not keeping track of what you owed at all. That and he wouldn’t let you pay him back even when you did have the money. He liked spoiling you for some asinine reason though you were getting better at returning the favor. 

Like now. A bottle of iridescent teal tail polish and that Starbucks he liked so much sitting on the little bedside table and a couple of ridiculously fluffy bathrobes- it’d been a dent to your wallet but that was fine really- you were finally going to hang out together. You’d both planned this day weeks in advance and Tagora hadn’t shut up about all the new products he wanted to try with you. Some of it you’d looked up and nearly had a heart attack at the prices. You knew you shouldn’t have checked the prices on the products because it always led to you being anxious about using them but there were a few troll products humans couldn’t use without consequences and you liked to be careful. Luckily Tagora was almost as vigilant as you when it came to products. Which was why you were both reclined on the human bed he’d gotten just for the two of you, your skin was so silky smooth now it felt like you’d gotten rid of a years worth of grime. It also smelled nice- certainly not as strong as most human products were. Just a faint scent that you wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the sheer amount of it you’d both used. Somewhere in Tagora’s hive you could hear Ferret dad scuttling around and the soft sound of Tagora breathing. The bed shifted and you opened an eye to watch him grab his Starbucks from the table and sit up slightly. He looked peaceful laying back with you and drinking that sugary monstrosity. The rigid way he usually help himself had melted away to loose shoulders and half lidded eyes. They were filling out more with teal lately- an indicator of an adult molt coming up. He’d mentioned it a couple of times asking you to check in on his lusus when the molt hit and make sure nothing in his fridge rotted. That bit of biology lesson had been enlightening as well as deeply disturbing. It also saddened you to think Ferret dad would be leaving to find a new charge soon. Reaching over you grabbed Tagora’s free hand and gave it a squeeze. His lips twitched around his straw as he squeezed back. This was your favorite part of your spa days, just relaxing together. Being able to reach out and hold hands when you wanted to. He gave you a gentle tug as he leaned back over to set his drink on the table. When he settled again there was that familiar sly grin- sharp teeth poking out from behind black lips- that told you he had some sort of juicy gossip to share with you. 

“You won’t believe what I overheard the other day.” He started, voice hushed with glee. Oh, you thought with your own smile, this was going to be good. 

TINY ANNOUNCEMENT

To anyone that actually cares. First of all I’m blown away by how many people actually enjoyed my homestuck stuff??? And on that note! 

Everything set in my Boldir x Reader timeline will now be referred to as Lightsverse. or just Lights. I’m gonna update tags and the titles by the end of next week possibly. I will explain more about Lightsverse in another upcoming post that will be regularly updated as I add more stuff to it. This is just a heads up so no one is confused! Thank you all who read this announcement and to those that have been reading my little stories! 

Lights Part 3

There’s a pleasant warmth curled around you and the heaviness of the comforter that’s got you feeling like a very loved burrito makes it hard to open your eyes. You’re struggling to not keep blinking continuously but its a difficult task, you’re warm, you’re comfortable, and you’ve got no where to be. The arm wrapped around your stomach drags you closer as your eyes sag closed-

You’re wide awake in an instant. Heart hammering and lungs seizing as you go absolutely rigid. You don’t invite people into your house anymore, especially not into your bed, those are your sacred little spaces that you crawl into to feel secure. But you can feel the person- sleep heavy- curled along your back in an awkward spooning position with an arm and leg thrown over you. Warm breath tickling the back of your neck that suddenly feels too exposed. You’re too exposed and there is someone in your bed and you can’t breathe and-

The leg that was thrown over you is removed and there are hands dragging you upright and a vaguely familiar voice murmuring something close enough to your face you can feel the puffs of air each word makes. It’s not until hands are cupping your jaw and the words level out into a constant soothing hush of consolation that you finally realize who’s kneeling over your lap and looking lost and upset. Polypa’s eyes are wide with worry as her voice seizes up and relaxes against the chattering cicada noise that wants to come out. She settles for a stream of constant shushing noises that buzz just a bit the closer to panic she comes. She’s never seen you like this. Never seen or realized exactly how messed up Alternia had left you. It claws at her mind and whispers the horrible thought of failing as a moirail that she never noticed. That she never pried even when you seemed just fine. She should have. She should know exactly what’s keeping you up at night and what sends you into a blind panic. Polypa should have known where you lived too. As a moirail these were basic things that helped build the foundation of a stable diamond. The fact she didn’t have the faintest clue about any of it was enough for olive tinted tears to well up in the corners of her eyes. After everything you had simply fallen off the map, complete radio silence, Polypa had looked everywhere for you. The mall was the last place she ever thought to bump into you and the elation she had felt had been short lived at the absolutely shattered look in your eyes. The way you had simply crumbled at the slightest gentle touch had felt like a sucker punch to the gut. 

“It’s alright, it’s going to be alright, just breathe for me.” You took in a stuttering breath following along to the gentle breathing that Polypa was trying to coach you into. You were safe, you were home, you were in bed, and Polypa had spent the night after the most intense and dissociative feelings jam of your life. It was fine. Slowly you began to calm down. The two of you would need to have that talk you’d been dreading. The one where you had to tell her everything and wait for her to decide whether she was going to sign up for dealing with your bullshit or throw herself out the window to get as far away from your flaming dumpster fire as she could. For a moment you debated lying out your ass and saying you’ve just been having a horrible week and leaving it at that. The thought was abandoned as quickly as it formed. Polypa’s eyes were earnest and bordering desperate. She wanted- and by extension needed- to hear the truth. No matter how much it’d feel like pulling teeth. 

“We need to talk.” You finally sighed out, shoulders slumping as the fight left you. She tensed and you realized how bad that probably sounded. “It- Its- Hey, Polypa, its not... Well okay its bad but- just let me explain?” Preferably in the kitchen where you could sit at the table and talk this out like rational adults. Even if you felt like a frightened preteen about to spill their guts for the first time. It took a few more reassurances that you were more or less okay and that you weren’t about to kick her out to get her to let you up. From there you grabbed some drinks from your fridge and took a seat at the little kitchen table you had set up. Polypa drummed her claws along the can of soda you’d handed her- a nervous tick you’d adopted from her long ago. You weren’t sure where to even start with this. A confession of how pale you still were for her? Word vomit about the time just before landing on Alternia? Or straight to the chase? Running a hand through your hair as your foot bounced nervously you took a deep breath. 

“When...” You had to clear your throat past the lump in it, “When I first landed on Alternia... I-,” A shuddering breath left you and you had to close your eyes for a moment to keep from bursting into tears. To keep from becoming an incoherent babbling mess. It took Polypa’s hand covering one of your own to get back what little composure you had. 

“You don’t have to tell me everything now.” She offered in the silence as you tried to collect your words again. Tempted as you were to take her up on that you knew she deserved to know. 

“When I first landed on Alternia there was something wrong with me. I knew something was wrong but for the life of me couldn’t figure out what it might be. So I pushed it aside for the thrill of making friends. Of meeting new people. It wasn’t until I left that I finally realized what happened. What was wrong...” She was staring at you with such rapt attention you felt like a bug pinned to a cork board. “I was... It- I- shit... Everything that happened on Alternia felt fake, like I was some chess piece on a board waiting for someone to make a move. A pawn. And I... I was. I was a pawn. The man... The-,” Your fists clenched at the memory, “Doc fucking Scratch.” You barked out venomously teeth grinding with the force of it. It was the first time you’d allowed yourself to say his name. To speak it into existence. For once you weren’t afraid it’d bring him down upon you like a swarm of locusts. No, for once you wanted to wrap your hands around that puppet’s felt fucking neck and squeeze. Sucking in a deep breath you continued on. “He fucked with my mind Polypa. I was a backseat passenger to a shit show I had no control over. Everything I ever did was mapped out and if I made a wrong choice? I wound up in a groundhog style remake of that moment until I made the correct decision. I died Polypa, I remember every death- every bad ending- every time I had to stare down at one of my friends and know that I killed them! And then I’d blink and I’d be back where I started staring down at the choices I was allowed to make and praying I’d get it right this time. He took all my words and twisted them to fit his narrative. I was there to make the right friends and then be tossed aside when there was no use for me. And when he plucked me out of the narrative again and gave me back my at least some of my mind I fucking spiraled. I went about making more friends because I couldn’t do anything else. Because that fucker took my memories from me so that I would continue in a loop until it killed me. And when I finally snapped out of it I tore everything to shreds to get to him. I destroyed entire timelines just so I could burn everything that pompous bastard held dear to the ground. And I succeeded. At least partially... The next time I woke up I was sleeping in a motel room in some place I’d never even heard of. I found a job and I scraped up enough to get a decent place, I knew that everyone was still out there. I did. I just couldn’t bring myself to play the game again. Even if it was all in my head.” Tears were dripping off the tip of your nose as you stared down at your fist and Polypa’s hand still placed over yours. It took her choking out your name for you to finally look her in the face. Olive tears were streaming down her cheeks and she looked miserable. Like you had ripped the heart from her chest and stomped it into the dirt. 

“Everything you did was against your will?” Her voice was so small and for a moment you almost agreed. But that wasn’t what she was really asking. Reaching out you took her hands in yours and squeezed as tightly as you could. 

“The time we spent together was the closest I ever got to being myself. If it’s one thing I’d do over and over and over again it would be becoming your moirail. Never doubt that Polypa. Never.” A small keen left her lips and then you suddenly found yourself with a lap full of blubbering troll. Her claws were digging through the shirt you wore as her arms squeezed you like a vice. Words practically unintelligible and at least mostly in Alternian bubbled out of her in a tormented jumble. More tears gathered in your eyes as you cradled her close and started crying in earnest. You had your moirail back, of her own choice, and the dam you’d kept everything behind finally burst. 

LIGHTSVERSE MASTERLIST

I finally figured out the links thing and feel like a born again idiot lmao. I’ll try and keep this updated as it progresses!

PART 1

 https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/637540536742543360/lights-part-1

PART 2

https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/637560034518302720/lights-part-2

PART 3

https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/639353903581888512/lights-part-3

PART 4

https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/670139166780260352/lights-part-4

Bro you sure you wanna open requests for the clown man? You may end up drowning in all the thirst. Your writing is awesome! Loved both one shots.

I'm 100% ready to start watering those dying thirst crops lmao. And thank you so much! I'm glad people enjoy them so much.

The Bets Are On

You didn't always get dragged along on tours with Marvus, preferring to stay away from the sheer chaos of the limelight. It wasn't that you hated it but you certainly weren't a big fan of having Marvus within reach and yet still not being able to see him. The packed schedule that came with his tours were a drag and you weren't even bound by them. But Ourani and Revell had both asked you to be there, it was important that Marvus and his band were seen in a positive light while on an Earth bound tour. A surprising side effect of the current alliance between the two was the fact bands were allowed to perform on both planets for the first time. It was an opportunity that no one in the entertainment industry could pass up on- not even Marvus. Which was why you were there- they were trying to involve as many humans as possible as a show of good faith. Revell had been the most excited about it as the band's human sensitivity trainer. The fact he wasn't even human in the first place was both amusing and a glaring sign of Alternia's many problems. It'd be insulting if Revell wasn't so serious about his job, often consulting as many humans as he possibly could over the most minute detail and advocating for an actual human to do the training instead of himself. Unfortunately his hands were tied on that front.

Lost in your own thoughts you nearly fell off the chair you were sitting in when Ourani slammed the door to the break room open looking frazzled. His usually slightly wrinkled but tidy clothes were a wreck- tie askew and shirt buttoned wrong with his hair sticking up at odd angles. He looked like he'd survived a mob. "Thaaaat's it! I caaaan't do this aaaanymore! Maaaarvus is driving me to drink!" He shrieked the second the door swung closed behind him. You winced slightly and gave him a sympathetic smile.

"How I've laaaasted this long is aaaa daaaamn mystery!" He continued tossing his clipboard onto the table. You could only imagine what he'd been having to deal with.

"What did he do this time?"

"Whaaaat did he do this time? This time? Its less whaaaat he’s done aaaand more whaaaat he’s going to do! He purposely faaaailed every single humaaaan sensitivity course he waaaas instructed to taaaake! Do you haaaave aaaany ideaaaa how haaaard it waaaas to even get him to those courses? Its like trying to herd feraaaal purr-beaaaasts!” He all but wailed sinking down into the chair opposite from you. It creaked under his weight- built more for humans than adult trolls- and you feared it might collapse under the poor rust blood. The last thing he needed to happen when he was already this close to a break down.

“I know I talk a lot of shit about Marvus but he can’t be that bad.”

Those were clearly the wrong words to say to Marvus’ top personal assistant as Ourani looked at you with an expression bordering on murderous and manic.

“Oh, you think so huh? You think you caaaan haaaandle being Maaaarvus’ Personaaaal Aaaasistaaaant? You think you can do better thaaaan I caaaan? Fine! Why don’t you do my job todaaaay then? He’s got aaaa full schedule aaaand haaaas aaaalreaaaady shown signs of trying to blow it aaaall off!”

“Uh-,”

“Even better ideaaaa! We’ll maaaake aaaa bet out of it. If you caaaan get Maaaarvus to staaaay on traaaack I’ll paaaay some of thaaaat debt you owe to Gorjek.”

“Wh-,”

“Aaaand if you lose? I’ll finaaaally quit!” He was grinning wildly now, eyes bright with glee at the thought of quitting.

“How about if I win you just schedule Marvus a little down time?” You offered instead. Trying to hopefully keep him from losing it further.

“Fine.” He replied looking slightly less like he might jump over the table and throttle you or the next person to walk into the break room. With a more steadying breath Ourani extended his hand to shake on the bet and you gladly took it. Anything to keep him from going full American Psycho on everyone there. You both nearly lept out of your skins when his phone went off to let him know his short break was over. "How about that bet starts now and you go home to get some actual sleep?" You offered, Ourani nodded vigorously to that already shoving his clipboard into your hands. He couldn't seem to get out of there fast enough it seemed. You hoped he'd get some actual rest, the poor guy was one of the most overworked people on the job. Glancing down at the clipboard you winced. Ourani really wasn’t kidding when he said Marvus had a full schedule, looks like you could kiss any other plans you had today goodbye. Straightening out your clothes you went to go find Marvus- wherever he could have gotten. Most likely he wouldn’t be trying to hide from you. He’d be expecting Ourani to be the one trying to hunt him down.

You’d been wandering for five minutes when you finally found him. He was actually where he was supposed to be- chatting with his bandmates who immediately perked up to see you.

“Oh shit! Look who it is.”

“Hey guys, mind if I steal Marvus away for a second?” You asked cheerfully. His bandmates had a soft spot for you and it was easy to get them to agree. Their soft spot would make this bet a little easier to win, hopefully.

“Whatchu need babes?” Marvus asked once the two of you had gotten far enough away. You smiled up at him warmly. "Well, first off-," You grabbed the sides of his purple jacket to pull him down closer to your height, "I'd like a kiss." "Shit babe, all you had ta do was ask." He grinned leaning into you. His arm carefully wrapped around your waist as he tilted your chin up to get better access. You huffed a small laugh as he gave your lip a small nip before kissing you. Letting your eyes close for a brief moment to fully enjoy the kiss you cupped his jaw with your hands before regretfully having to pull back- Marvus attempting to follow you. "Secondly," You murmured interrupted by another brief kiss, "You have a meeting in two minutes." "What." You grinned at his flat off guard tone. Not being able to help yourself as you giggled. "I have your entire schedule for the day." "No."

"Mm, yes."

"Babe-,"

"You also have a meeting with Revell to talk about those courses you flunked out of."

"How-,"

"Ourani went home for the day, I'm gonna be your PA so he can actually get some sleep."

"Oh?"

"Don't get any ideas." You interrupted already knowing where his mind was going, "I'm going to make sure you get through your entire schedule whether you like it or not."

"C'mon, just give me an hour." "I might consider it-," He grinned, "After we get through your schedule."

Marvus pouted.

“Work Marvus. Focus on work.”

“Aww, but you be lookin’ so cute when you take charge.”

“And you’ll be a lot more appealing when you actually do your job.”

“Damn.” He muttered under his breath already standing back up to his full height. “Alright baby, guess we cans go to this meeting.”

It looked, at least for the moment, you might actually win this bet.

Then again, you had yet to get him to go to his meeting with Revell. For some reason those two couldn’t stand each other- you’d zoned out briefly during one of his rants only catching something vague about their ancestors that only confused you more. Revell was actually a kind troll though his threshold for what he dubbed ‘highblood nonsense’ was practically nonexistent. He seemed rather fascinated by human culture, often asking you questions on things he didn’t quite understand- some of his questions not even you could answer with any degree of accuracy. But, Marvus and him were known for their fights. Not even in the pitch leaning way either. You had yet to witness their fights but Ourani had talked about them looking pale and shaky- considering the fact that he’d been witness to the usual Alternian concert slaughter fests that happened with Marvus you had to admit you were afraid to see what could shake him like that. If Marvus' PR team was surprised to see him actually at the meeting they didn't say, though they seemed happy to see you with him. Taking your seat next to Marvus you glanced down at the schedule again. He had this meeting, his meeting with Revel, an autograph signing, and then a meeting with a lesser known human band you hadn't even heard of. Knowing Marvus all of these would be a few hours each.

“You bein’ awfully quiet over there.” Marvus murmured to you while his PR team bickered. You glanced up from the clipboard you’d been staring a hole through to give him a flat look. Better to not put him on edge.

“Just trying to figure out how to get you from point A to point B.”

“C’mon baby I ain’t that bad.”

“Ourani would beg to differ.”

“Then he can fuckin’ beg.”

You smacked his arm earning a small chuckle as he turned back to the meeting.

This was going to be a very long day.

Lets Link by WhoHeem That's it. That's the prompt. ~♦️ anon

Alright tried something a little spicier for this ask if that's okay! Posting it now and hope its well worth the wait! Thanks again for the request Diamond Anon!

Let's Link

The bass was pounding hard enough you couldn’t tell where the music ended and your pulse began. Sandwiched between Marvus and a wall you could hear the party in full swing not even a scant few feet from the hallway the two of you were hidden in. Let’s Link still blaring through the speakers as Marvus’ face dipped lower. You bit your fist to stifle the frankly embarrassing moan that wanted to slip out. It was an entirely inappropriate time to be grinding against each other like horny teenagers when he had to be out on stage in just a scant few minutes but damn if it didn’t just make the entire situation that much hotter. You tightened your legs around his waist causing him to hiss against your jugular, his claws dug furrows into the wall and you hoped no one would notice that until the both of you were long gone from the party.

“Damn it, if this wasn’t a fuckin gig I swear-,” He snarled his own moan cutting him off as you pulled him in closer by his horns. His lips were quick to find yours hot and heavy as you both panted and moaned. He licked along your bottom lip before pressing in and soon the music was drowned out as the two of you continued to make out. You should have been trying to calm down, trying to pretend that you both weren’t horny and far too close to the edge. Every roll of his hips against yours, every nip and kiss, the iron grip he had on your hip to drag you closer as his other hand clawed at the wall- you were so close it was nearing painful.

“Aaaaaaannnnnnddddd lets hear it for our next act: MARVUS XOLOTO!!!”

“Fuck!” You snapped as the announcer called for him. Marvus growled and bared his teeth, eyes scarlet with rage at being interrupted.

“When this party is over we’re finishing what we started.” He hissed in your ear before pulling away. You let out a small whine as all the friction was taken away from you. The crowd was cheering wildly as he set you down on the ground again- you had to grab the wall to stay standing, your legs shaky from nearly getting to get off. He was lucky to be wearing plain black pants even though they were skin tight, no doubt there would have been an obvious stain had he been wearing his normal ones. He leaned down for one more lingering kiss before finally heading towards the stage. You swore yet again slamming your fist into the wall as you slid down to sit. The party couldn’t be over soon enough.

Heyo! I was wondering if i could ask for a spicy pt 2 to 'That [redated]",by chance?

I'd be happy to! What would you like me to include? Here's my FAQs if that'll help!

https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652307814891536384/faqs

Lights Down Low

“Those tight enough for you baby?” Marvus asked as he checked the straps for the fourth time since he’d tied them. It had taken Marvus some time to get used to your wants and turn-ons, especially in this regard. He was always intimately aware that he could seriously hurt you by bringing what he still thought of as ‘black-rom’ activities into play. Humans weren’t as sturdy as trolls and despite your reassurances he couldn’t help but worry. You gave him as reassuring a smile as you could.

“It feels as good as the first time you asked. Why don’t you kiss me and I’ll show you?”

His fangs peeked out slightly as he smiled and then his lips were on yours. They were careful and steady as he let you set the pace at first. Nothing more than a dry brushing of skin that became more and more insistent until you were panting into his mouth as he crushed himself against you. His tongue swiped along your lip slowly, a steady wet pressure that dipped into your mouth. Instinctively you attempted to wrap your arms around his shoulders only to feel them firmly locked above your head. With a low moan you leaned forward as much as you could to kiss him harder.

“Marvus.”

“Mmmm… Its alright handsome, just let me take care of you.” He purred just barely pulling away from your lips. You were panting more obviously now, slick and wanting as sweat began to bead along your brow. There was the barest hint of a flush along his cheeks and shoulders, a tinge of purple to his otherwise grey skin. Glancing up at his face you could see the slight dilation to his pupils and the slices of purple that would soon overtake his irises. They were intoxicating as they stared back at you. His lips twitched with a tiny smirk before they descended along your neck. Your gasp was caught in your throat as he licked a wet stripe right along your jugular and into the hollow of your throat. He nipped lightly at your collarbones and the thrill of having those razor sharp teeth against your vulnerable neck had your toes curling. Taking his sweet time he dragged his lips down along your skin until he reached your hips. You risked glancing down and exhaled shakily to find him staring directly up at you. Eyes widening slightly as he gave you a wicked grin and dipped his head down lower to blow lightly on your entrance.

“Don’t worry babe,” He rumbled lowly, “I won’t bite- too hard.”

“Marvus please-,”

“Shh… I’ve got you.” His hands were deceptively gentle as they wrapped around your thighs, lifting them to your chest before his mouth was finally were you wanted it.

“Fuck!” You shouted arms jerking in their restraints as he gave a hard suck and nipped teasingly along your entrance. He chuckled and the vibrations sent pleasure zinging along your lower half. He dragged his fangs slowly downwards before his tongue replaced them licking greedily between your legs and sucking between licks. The pleasure continued to mount as he continued to eat you out without a care in the world.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-,” He pulled away from you and your chanting cut off into a distressed whine. “Marvus.”

“You’re not cumming until I say you can.” He told you seriously waiting for you to calm just enough you weren’t there on the edge. You gave your straps another tug as your hips twisted looking for any type of friction they could get.

“Marvus please.”

“Mmmm, sorry pretty boy. Its my turn to play tonight.” You looked at where he was propped up on his elbows, lower face glistening from spit and slick as he licked his lips. As if having been waiting for your cue he dipped back between your legs and began his ministrations anew. You’d have cursed him out if the breath hadn’t been punched from your lungs with a particularly filthy curl of his tongue inside you. Legs shaking you moaned loudly and tried to lower yourself further onto his tongue. He pulled out with a slick slide of friction that had your hips stuttering against nothing.

“Fuck- please. Please just- just-,” You cursed struggling against the straps as he simply watched you. His relaxed facade was ruined by how blown wide his pupils were and the tell-tale grind of his hips against the bed.

“You want me baby?”

“Yes! Yes I want you please- please- please.”

“Aw, don’t worry-,” He leaned back onto his knees giving you the perfect view as he slowly peeled his boxers down his hips. They were stained a dark purple and the fact he’d gotten so wet just from eating you out made you throb with want. How he managed to shimmy them off without looking ridiculous was beyond your comprehension at the moment but one minute he was kicking them off and the next he was crawling up your body and settling his hips between your legs. “I promise you’ll be screaming soon enough.”

His hands found your hips as he curled over you, pulling them up just enough that his bulge could slide in. You both moaned as his hips met yours. Body taut as you adjusted to the feel of him deep inside you Marvus breathed heavily next to your ear. He was so much colder than a human and the sensation had you painfully close to the edge again as his bulge writhed inside you. With a stuttering breath you began to relax and Marvus gave a testing grind of his hips. Your voice pitched up an octave as your legs snapped around his waist. Each filthy little grind of his hips and constant flex of his bulge against your walls sent that knot in your stomach just a little tighter. Just a little closer to the edge. His claws scraped against your skin as his grip switched from your hips to your thighs again and he gave your body a harsh yank against him slamming you further onto his bulge. Your arms were beginning to ache in the best way as he continued to thrust and rock his hips in time with the flex and thrust of his bulge. The tip hit just the right spot and with a full bodied jolt you realized he’d been adjusting you to hit your g-spot.

“Shit-,” He grinned against your neck as he bore down on you harder.

“That’s right- fuck you feel so good. My pretty boy so tight and hot. Fuck. Squeeze my bulge just like that-,” He moaned and ground against you giving you even more friction to work with. Hips jerking against his you were quickly approaching the edge. Pulse pounding in your ears as the pleasure mounted.

“Goddamn it Marvus don’t stop.” You hissed out between clenched teeth. Marvus snarled against you and the shock of such a sound coming from him sent you straight over the edge. Clenching hard around him you all but screamed his name as your hips stuttered through an orgasm. Marvus’ breath left him as if he’d been hit, body going ridged before crushing you into the mattress. It creaked dangerously under the force of his last thrust and you shuddered as cold genetic material flooded you.

“Fuck- you’re a mess.” He laughed quietly as his bulge finally retreated. It scrapped against your overly sensitive walls causing you to buck your hips with a whine. You could feel it leaking out of you causing you to shiver. “Lemme get your hands loose.” He murmured when it was clear you were nothing but a boneless heap. Slurring something that you were pretty sure was an appreciative noise your arms finally flopped down to your sides. Your wrists were red from where you had been yanking at your restraints but you knew it wasn’t something you’d be feeling in the morning. You couldn’t say the same about the ache in your hips and legs though. With careful hands Marvus gathered you up into his arms and you smiled as you nuzzled into his chest.

“Gonna get you cleaned up m’kay baby?”

You nodded tiredly, eyes already slipping closed before the two of you even entered the bathroom. Marvus would take care of you.

hey hey! I would like to req some headcanons of Marvus and his human s/o whos more into rock music genre (but still is super supportive of marvus even tho they dk whats gg on in the rap scene??) Thanks!!

The great thing about Marvus is that despite his music being centered on rap- he actually does like most music.

So when you bring him your phone and show him some “Earth Rock” he’s all about it.

Though his expertise is rap, after all on Alternia rap sells the best, he isn’t a stranger to rock.

After listening to a few songs you obviously like he’s going to hunt down the Alternian equivalent. Just for you.

Music is a great way to forge a connection and Marvus knows this the best.

He definitely sends you random rock songs he happens to find.

Of course knowing what type of music you usually like helps him to figure out the angle he needs to work to get you into his music.

Its a gradual shift that’s helped along by your own support of what he does.

He appreciates the fact you’re interested in what he does even if most of it flies right over your head.

You’ve got the best seats in the house wherever he happens to perform and if you happen to like an Alternian rock band?

He’ll get you the best seats there too.

Though he has to be careful about what you seem to gravitate too.

There’s quite a language barrier and sometimes what sounds pleasing to you causes anxiety to him.

The thought of you painting a big ol target on your back with the media you consume is no small worry.

Even the smallest infraction could be a death sentence or worse.

But he does enjoy those quiet times you two curl up and listen to both of your music together.

Its a welcomed softness in the usual harsh reality that Alternia commands.

Together

Despite the fact the two of you were of a completely different species, you could safely say that you and Polypa had one of the closest relationships you possibly could have. It was why she had followed you across the vacuum of space and time, through countless realities, and had somehow yet again found you. She was someone you treasured above all. In this reality, where cultures mixed and divided and fought, you tried your best to do what she needed. There were times as a moirail you felt quite helpless- and others you felt at your element. Gathering every pillow, blanket, and sheet in your house as you headed towards your room was one of those ‘in your element’ days. Tossing the blankets onto the floor you stripped your bed and proceeded to empty out the floor of your closet. After years of doing all this your closet floor was decidedly bare- a few shoes and boxes and some clothes that had slipped off their hangers. Polypa wouldn’t care about the mess stacked next to your bed- what would matter would be the inside of the closet. A warm enclosed space filled with the scent of you. The first layer was the fitted sheets, pinning them to the floor so they stretched out, this was important for the mess you’d both make later. The second layer was the couch cushions and then the thin sheets. An elevated platform so you weren’t sleeping on the literal floor. You’d learned the hard way that it would hurt your back to continuously do that. From there you draped the duvets over the entire mound before putting the more comfortable pillows down. By the time the entire thing was done it looked like a nest. Perhaps the closest thing you could create to a feels jam pile. Wiping off your hands you gave it one more look over before leaving your bedroom. She had said she’d be there soon- which for Polypa was as vague as either an hour or five minutes. Passing by the thermostat you turned the heat up slightly before continuing to the kitchen. Tossing the popcorn into the microwave you rooted around in the fridge for some sodas.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“Jesus!”

You jumped whipping around to find Polypa sitting on your counter. Giving you a mischievous grin she continued to wind her usual bandages around one of her legs.

“Well?” She asked after you had calmed down.

“We’re watching The Notebook and Where The Lovely Indigo Attempts To Start A Matespritship With A Cavalreaper Unaware That They Are The Moirail To Their Kismesis Who Wishes To Pursue A Red Relationship With Them.” You personally hated how long troll movie names were, always a mouthful that was more the synopsis of the movie than leaving anything to surprise. Then again you appreciated they were up front about the plot. Humming appreciatively Polypa tucked the remaining bandage away and hopped off the counter.

“Subbed or dubbed?”

“There’s options for both.”

“Good.”

“We’re watching The Notebook first.”

“Why?”

“Because your movie is four hours long.” You deadpanned earning an unrepentant grin.

“Well if that’s the case then we’re watching Alternian anime tonight too.”

“Troll Naruto?”

“Troll Guren Laagan.”

“I hate you.”

“Pale for you too.” She looked entirely too smug as she grabbed the popcorn, dumping it into the large olive green bowl you had out. She knew that the show always made you cry- even worse than the human Guren Laagan did. Following behind her with your drinks you couldn’t help but smile despite that. You’d both be crying by the time the credits rolled but at least you’d be enjoying the time spent together.

Just like you always did.

Hi there! I recently read one of your marvus fics and I loved how sweet and smothering you wrote him ^^ I was wondering if those requests are still open? If so could I request a marvus x Reader who just had a nightmare and marvus is comforting them? :0

Requests will always be open unless stated in my bio! But I've never gotten enough requests to warrant closing my inbox yet lol. This gave me so many ideas and ended up so much sappier than intended! I too want a big buff clown to comfort me from a nightmare, I think it'd be good for everyone XD

But I apologize it's taken me so long to get this done! So many ideas I didn't know what to choose and then life does what life does best. But here it is! Thank you so much for the request! I hope it meets your satisfaction and if not feel free to pop back in and request a different take on it!

So for personal reference seeing how popular Lucky Shot https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/681458733944061952/lucky-shot?source=share

Is does anyone want me to continue it? I have some ideas but I'm also open to suggestions. Honestly I'm pleasantly surprised by how popular it's gotten! It's given me a few ideas for some different pairings using the same premise. But that's another thing entirely lol. Just super curious if people feel it's a better stand alone fic or if people want a continuation.

Kiss The Girl

Marvus x fem!Reader

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Fish darted through the tanks in brilliant colors, the cooler lighting highlighting the brilliance of their scales. All around you were families and couples enjoying their own outings. Despite this, the aquarium was remarkably slow today. What little crowds that managed to form always dispersed as if to mimic the schools of aquatic life you’d all come to see. Leaving you and Marvus in your own personal bubble. You had wandered into a more secluded indoor section of the aquarium to escape the hot sun, this one boasting small Alternian fish with iridescent white scales and vivid violet eyes. You knew it must have cost the aquarium a fortune to get them- or maybe a violetblood had been taken with the fanciful notion of the aquarium and donated the fish for their own amusement. It was always hard to tell. Either way you watched as the fish swam lazily through the water with their spiny barbs and fancy flared fins. Like a mix between a betta fish and a catfish. Beside you Marvus chuckled. 

“That one looks like that lil’ violet that you been bringin’ ‘round.” He pointed to a fish near the bottom corner that was much smaller than the rest- and seemed to be sulking grumpily as it watched the others swim around. You stifled a laugh. It did look like Eridan oddly enough. 

“That’s rude Marvus.” You couldn’t keep the humor out of your voice despite trying to scold your matesprite. 

“Am I wrong?” He asked sardonically as he glanced down at you lazily. This time you couldn’t help the snort that left you. 

“Eridan’s a wriggler, play nice.” 

“Sure. Soon as he stops eyein’ you like a piece a fresh grubloaf.” 

“Oh please. He’s just happy to have a friend. May I remind you how Zebruh gets?” 

“I could still cull him if you want lil mama. Ain’t no big thing.” 

“You know I don’t want you killing people on my behalf.” 

“Worth a shot.” He teased leaning down to steal a quick kiss. Leaning into the kiss you rolled your eyes at his antics. Even so, you couldn’t help but smile at him when the two of you pulled away. 

“Culling is illegal here on Earth, Dear.” You reminded him. Marvus gave you an exaggerated pout. 

“I still say we should do it anyway.” 

“No.” You replied bluntly, already walking away. Marvus snickered in amusement, his long legs catching up to you instantly as he placed a chilled hand on your shoulder and gently guided you more firmly to his side. The two of you made an odd pair, you’d admit. Especially to the people in the mostly empty aquarium. One human girl in her pale sundress and her juggalo troll companion in the most form fitting t-shirt he could get his hands on and an absolutely gaudy pair of skinny jeans. Still, it was nice to have a normal date. It’d been so long since either of you had had the time to spend together outside of stolen moments after Marvus’ concerts. Having this day just to be normal and in love was something you’d be riding the high of for weeks. Months even. 

“Is that a cafe?” Marvus asked in confusion pointing at a cluster of tacky straw roofed “hut” shaped tables tucked near a tropical themed alcove. 

“Looks like it.” You snorted in amusement. 

“That is the tackiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Marvus told you as the two of you drew closer. 

“Oh its horrible.” You agreed, entertainment thick in your tone. 

“Who told them this was okay?”

“Not a clue.” “Even the menu items are tacky.”

“They are.”

“I want pictures.” 

The two of you shared a look before dissolving into laughter. At least this way you’d both have something to eat. Not a bad way to end a date really.

Lucky Shot Part 2

His claws tapped a restless rhythm along the table, purple eyes flicking over towards the door to the guest room he’d had specifically refurbished for his little alien. They were sleeping, still under the effects of his chucklevoodoos, oblivious to the rage Marvus was barely restraining. He’d tossed his blood soaked jacket into the wash the sounds of his first two victims screams still ringing like a pretty chorus in his ears. 

But that still left the last violetblood. 

His insignia inlaid in the obnoxiously gold harpoon. A perfect target printed on his back. It was better than anything Marvus could have asked for. 

“Why did you use your voodoo on them?” Polypa asked as she exited the guest room, her eyes narrowed accusingly. 

“You know how lil mama be actin. If I didn’t they’d be up tryna walk it off.” He replied staring her down. Polypa stared back, the two of them not backing down as they locked eyes. 

“Don’t do it again.” Polypa finally responded as they both broke eye contact. Marvus shrugged it off.

“Is what it is.” He replied before motioning to the harpoon, “This was stickin’ out they shoulder. Figured you should help a mofo out with the last one if you catch my drift.”

“Where are they now?” She asked, sliding into the seat opposite from him.Her olive eyes were narrowed in contempt as she observed the harpoon with an assassin’s keen glare. Marvus’ glare curled sharp and twisted in reply. 

“They jus’ a lil lamb for the slaughter.” He hummed, “Don’ even know we comin’. The violet blood usually hangs out at the docks.” 

Polypa gave a grim little smirk in response. 

“Then lets pay our target a little visit.”

Your head felt like cotton as your conscious struggled to the surface, blearily opening your eyes you once more found yourself waking in Marvus’ guest room. Unfortunately, everything still ached fiercely when you awoke this time as well. Groaning groggily you slowly forced yourself to gingerly wiggle into an upright position against the frankly ridiculous amount of fluffy pillows. Who needed this many pillows? It was like a weird version of princess and the pea. Glancing around the empty room, your stomach sank at the thought that Marvus had gone to hunt down the perpetrators. Worry for your friends overrode everything else as you attempted to reach for the blankets to toss them off only to give a hoarse and breathless shout of pain as hot agony pulsated from your shoulder at the gesture. It knocked the wind from your lungs as you wheezed, eyes wide and teary. With a slam the guest room door banged off the wall with the force it was opened and there she stood in all her olive glory. 

“You’re awake!” Polypa shouted, rushing to your side in an instant. Her comforting smell of popcorn and metal filled your senses as she gingerly wrapped her arms around you. 

“What are you doing here?” You croaked, throat dry and scratchy. Polypa grabbed the glass of water by your bedside and pressed it to your lips.

“Drink slowly,” She commanded, “Marvus called me as soon as he found you.” 

Her worried gaze warmed you as you greedily gulped down the ice cold water. Breathing heavily as she pulled the cup from your lips you gave her a small smile. 

“He did?” 

“He did.” She confirmed, taking a moment to fuss with the bandages on your face. 

“Where’d he go anyways?” You asked.

“Just to toss some of his things into the wash.” She replied, her fingers trailed featherlight against your face and you leaned into the soothing touch. Pressing her head to yours Polypa sighed in relief to see you in recovery. “Don’t scare me like that again. I don’t know what I’d do if-,” Her voice choked off before she could even finish saying it and you shushed her gently as you pressed your forehead back against hers soothingly. 

“I’m here.” You murmured, “I survived, its okay. Deep breaths Polypa.” 

She sucked in a shuddering breath and wrapped her arms back around you, careful to avoid jostling your injured shoulder. With a heavy and grateful sigh you leaned into the comfort of her hold and closed your eyes. 

“I thought I lost you.” She croaked, voice raw with emotion. 

“I’m right here. I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not, who’s gonna stop Tegiri from insisting we watch Troll Naruto again?”

That dragged a laugh from the both of you.

“We seriously need to find him another anime to obsess over.” 

“Yeah.” Polypa buried her face in your chest and you could feel the damp spots begin to form as she cried. Shushing her, you wrapped your uninjured arm around her shoulders and hunched over her in an imitation of a hug, gently swaying side to side as she broke down. 

“Hey, hey, its okay. It was just a lucky shot.” You murmured. “Just a lucky shot…”

I may be at work right now but istg if I have time tonight I'm gonna be posting so much more stuff.

A little tasting menu of what I have done and waiting to be posted after this damn work shift:

Lights Part 5

Voidrot!Female Reader x Sollux

Fnaf drabble request that had me cackling and wishing I had a decent drawing tablet.

The horniest sacrilegious altar/confessional booth porn I've never been more delighted to see in my inbox.

And some other stuff that I'm going to try and work on today after work if I get the time!