Come Get Her

i feel like this has been done before but fuck it happy 4/13!!

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.

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…”

On break at work and I saw the most delicious image on my goddamn pinterest of a man in garter stockings and black panties and listen- listen- I will in fact be picturing my favorite men in that exact outfit. Like the Thoughts this gives me. Why am I at work? Why am I at work and unable to write about men in stockings and panties like. Genuinely what. This is bi/pan/homophobia. I want to write my little porn blurbs about some subs getting absolutely demolished. Where are my fics of pretty and masculine men crying and begging to get off while someone lovingly takes them apart piece by piece? I'm gonna babygirlify some grown ass men I swear to god.

Anyone else look at their favorite characters and just desperately hope they get like an actual friend. Like maybe they have friends in canon but they clearly aren't actually all that close with them so they're still alone. And you just sit there wanting to scream because you could be that friend. Like sure having a close friend won't fix all their issues but jesus they need a shoulder to fucking cry on and someone who will just hold them for a long while without expecting something in return for it. Like. Am I just incredibly queer or is this a universal thing? Because I don't know if anyone else just wants to wrap their fav in a blanket and hand them tissues and comfort food while they wail their heart out and vent. But I sure fucking do.

Home pt. 2

(Part 2 of the Home series.)

Dead on your feet did not describe you at that moment. You were well past that mark, swaying ever so slightly as you stood, at this time of night the store was almost dead. Only a few other people were milling about, most of which were nocturnal. At the moment you stood in the hardware aisle. You needed more bathroom tiles. Luckily it was only a small spot but you wanted it done before any water damage could set in. But the tiles you needed were out of reach on the top shelf. You had told your parents you were stopping at the store for a new shaving razor- and you were- but your main reason was the tile. It would take away from your fridge budget but even so all you needed was one more check. The thought of having such a big part of your renovations done had put you in such a chipper mood you hadn’t even complained about the double shift one of your bosses had forced on you. Though now you were beginning to see a problem. It was going to be dangerous climbing up the shelves in this state but you needed those tiles. 

“(Y/N)!” A voice called out causing you to jump from surprise. Azar stood at the other end of the aisle with a basket hanging neatly from one arm. He looked just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. 

“Azar? Hey.” You smiled tiredly. The surprise melted to concern the closer he came to you. It might have been the bags under your eyes. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, his antennae flicked about in concern. For a moment you found it incredibly endearing- and distracting. 

“Yeah just a double shift y’know?” Your laugh sounded only slightly defeated. Azar frowned and grabbed the tiles you had been staring at. 

“Is this all you needed?”

“Yes, thank you.” 

“You can thank me by letting me take you home. There is no way you can drive in your state.”

“I walked-,”

“Even more concerning. Just let me do this alright? I’ll sleep better knowing you didn't pass out on the sidewalk or got jumped on the way home.”

You bit your lip. On one hand you didn’t want to walk home. He had valid points on that front. But on the other you knew your parents would throw an absolute fit if they saw him. 

“Listen Azar, I’d love that but-,”

“No buts. I am going to take you home.”

“Yeah, okay, but-,”

“(Y/N). If the thought of me knowing where you live makes you uncomfortable I’m alright dropping you at the end of your street. I just don’t want you to walk all the way home when you are clearly exhausted.”

“It’s not that Azar,” You sighed, shoulder’s slumping, “It’s my parents. They’re very... Traditional.”

You could see the moment he realized what you meant. At first his face went carefully blank and then his whole body went taut with what you assumed was anger. 

“So you have to sneak around behind their backs? That is no way to live!”

“I know but I’m working on it. They already kicked out my sister, she was lucky she had a fiancée she was already semi-living with.”

“Do you have a place to go if they do kick you out?”

“Sort of?” You dragged out sheepishly. Azar sighed. 

“I won’t pry. Just know that if push comes to shove you can stay at my place for as long as it takes to get back on your feet.” 

You stared at him stunned. Was he really willing to do that for you? It nearly made you cry with relief at having a plan b that didn’t involve crashing with your sister and her wife. Instead you simply nodded and allowed him to lead you towards the check out. The cashier raised a brow at the two of you but didn’t ask questions, just rang you both up and sent you on your merry way. 

Azar dropped you off two houses down from your own, waiting until you had given a wave from your doorstep before he drove off. Fortunately it seemed your parents were fast asleep and you happily snuck up to your room. Closing the door softly you pulled out the tile and stuffed it into the bottom of your hiking bag. The less questions the better. Next week was pay week and the thought followed you to bed. Next week was the break you needed. Soon you’d have a fridge to stock and the only major purchase you’d have to make after that was the bed. Everything else could simply be moved. Your parents couldn’t have you arrested for theft if you only took what you had bought in the first place. Yes, once you had the fridge and the bed you’d be home free. 

(Part 3 is up!)

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How dare you reblog this and not share the fantrolls.

I demand the lore

hi idk if you like to hear other peoples headcanons so if you dont pls ignore but i want to talk to SOMEONE about my silly purpleblood headcanon

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alright so; face paint. i dont particularly like the "every purpleblood is a clown" thing (but if you do then hell yeah go off love is real) as it kinda limits the character variety of that caste, but i DO like the face paint as a detail so ive settled with this: i headcanon that the face paint purples are prone to wear is not a Clown thing nor a Cult thing, but a cultural thing. all (or most) purplebloods wear a coat of face paint to symbolically conceal themselves. showing your bare face to someone youre not close/in a quadrant with is seen as a taboo in purpleblood cultures. additionally, letting a quadantmate/close friend see ones face is probably the biggest sign of trust a purple can do (depending on how they feel about the tradition). and having them HELP WASH IT OFF??? ough, now thats /tender/.

I need you to understand that I am ABSOLUTELY FERAL over this idea and it goes perfect with an older headcanon thing I did a while back

Here: https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/639719797773549568/hey-your-writing-was-awesome-ive-just?source=share

AND LISTEN- LISTEN-

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR SENDING ME YOUR OWN HEADCANONS I LOVE THAT SHIT.

God okay but like, the TENDERNESS??? Of washing off your big purples paint??? The damn SWEETNESS and TRUST of being allowed to help them apply it in the mornings???

NO ONE TOUCH ME IM NOT OKAY

EDIT: YES! Yes I love talking about other peoples headcanons! TALK TO ME ABOUT THE HEAD CANONS-

its almost here…

I see it’s been a little bit since your last posts. Just wondering if you are actively taking requests?

I am ALWAYS taking requests. Please, nothing makes me happier than seeing my inbox be flooded with multiple requests. I want to see it burst. I love opening up my little tumblr app and seeing all the ideas you guys have. PLEASE send me requests and asks and whatever other things pop into your precious little heads.

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