#;muse (marcus)

[galaxyedging]

Sinful Sunday thoughts.

Smut under the cut.

Marcus Acacius

Marcus never thought he would find love again at his age. He thought his heart was only good for hanging heavy in his chest as a reminder of how such joy in life could be fleeting.

Then he met you. The moment he laid eyes on you, his heart found new life. So did his appetite for more than war.

So many things in his life took on new meaning. The bed that provided a place to rest his head now served as an alter on which to worship you on. He would spend hours on his knees taking your sacrament.

The armour than he was thankful to for its manoeuvrability on the battlefield, he was now thankful to it for the ease at which it could be moved aside so he could fill you whenever and wherever he pleased until his thighs shook and glistened with your combined spend.

The house that gave him shelter was now truly a home. A home that he would return to worn from battle to fall into your comfort. His fingers would dip inside you, your sweet juices serving as a balm for his split knuckles. He would bury his stress as deep as he could bury his shaft in you. Afterwards, your breasts would provide a softer place to lay his head than any fine feather stuffed mattress.

Joel and Tommy

"Fuuuck." Tommy drawls lazily above you.

His cock twitches in your hand as you mouth his heavy balls.

"Joel, turn her over. I want to see her tits." Tommy sounds drunk.

It could be the whiskey or the blow job. He must be pretty far gone to boss his big brother around while he's balls deep in you. Joel had been lazily sliding his length in and out of you while slowly tracing circles on your clit with a thick, calloused thumb. All of you had already come more than once, and there was no need to rush anything at the end of the world.

Tommy shushes you as you whine at the loss of Joel. Handling you between them like they so often had with material on the site, they flip you with ease. Tommy's hands find your tits to drag them out of your shirt with little finesse. While Joel slips straight back in until his hips are flush with the back of your thighs. His pace quickens in line with his brother's frantic pawing of your tits now that his cock head can slip down the open angle of your throat.

"Thank fuck that you are better at sharing than you used to be when we were kids. Shit, Baby, you got a mouth on you. " Tommy always gets chatty when he's about to come.

It seems to be a family trait, Joel says all sorts of nasty things when you are alone. When he lets his brother join in, he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself.

"Remem-remember when..uh...you-you wouldn't let me....play with stuff...in case I kept it? I'm rea-real glad you got past that." Tommy's chuckle turns into a hiss when you softly drag your blunt nails across the skin of his balls. "Oh, shit. You ready for it? You ready? Ugh." With a long drawn out moan, Tommy releases every drop of his come down your throat.

He's barely softening, still twitching against your tongue when his length is unceremoniously pulled from your mouth as Joel drags you upright on the old table they had you laid across. Saliva and cum spill down your chin only for Joel's tongue to drag through it and shove it back in your mouth. You near choke on it as Joel begins pounding into you at a relentless pace. His thumb speeds up on your clit until you come for him harshly and crudely. Your whole body tenses and shakes in waves while you moan and curse. Joel simply holds you tight in place. Your nipples rub against the warn flannel on his chest. His lips are pressed against your neck to hold in his sounds of pleasure as his drives yours to a crescendo. No man has ever made you come the way Joel can. It's dirty, and it's transcendent. It's vulger, and it's pure. It's the most basic desire in life, also the thing that makes your life, such as it is, worth living.

The second time your pussy begs his cock to coat it, he gives in. With a single grunt, he fills you, standing on his tip toes to drive his cock deeper. When you feel the warmth flooding you stop, Joel pulls out. He tucks himself away, makes his way up the basement stairs with you and Tommy behind him, still struggling to breathe again. Before he steps through the door at the top of the staircase. He tosses one last thing to his brother.

"You can play with her all you want. We both know she won't let you keep her."

[thetriumphantpanda]

What if I said there was General Marcus smut in my drafts? WHAT THEN HUH?

[defiledheartsblog]

I wonder if Marcus's poems are actually any good 🤔

[venusofvolterra]

I wanna date an old as shit vampire (like 1000+ years old) because I’m pretentious and I want them to teach me everything they know about history and philosophy as a form of foreplay.

[sayakxmi]

Finishing chapter 6 in Reverse1999:

Thoughts under the cut. Including spoilers, obviously.

Boy do I have thoughts. Most of them already shared with Yudja, as usual, but I felt the need to post them, too, lmao.

These bitches weren't lying, when they were saying that the writing of this chapter [6] elevated R1999 to one of the best written gacha games, because, man. Don't get me wrong, R1999's writing is fantastic in general, but the last chapter especially had me go through such a rollercoaster of emotions and opinions that I found myself changing my pfp to Kakania on discord out of respect. It sounds funny, but after going on and on as to why I liked her, I thought, you know what? Time for a change. I don't think I've ever changed my Sayaka pfp there, lmao.

Anyway. Silly thing first is that I was super proud of myself, bc in the 5th chapter when that plane appeared, I guessed that it was around 1914. And kept guessing until I had it confirmed in the 6th chapter. Listen, if it was stated earlier, I overlooked it, and I just went on my history knowledge & I'm very happy with myself.

Which also kinda made me go "uh oh" when I checked the date under some of the parts early on, and saw 1/7... and then I realized it was the USAmerican date format, so it's just January. Lmao.

Anyway, the chapter was a ride, and the sheer amount of dread it had caused me was something else. You just things were about to go horribly wrong, but I had no idea how and what exactly would happen.

Also, funny thing is that aside from the fact that it was supposedly super well written (turned out to be a fact), I also got spoiled on two things, Hofmann's death (I just knew she was going to die, not how), and that yuri was doomed.

Man, was that yuri doomed.

Honestly, I'm super glad I got spoiled on this factTM, bc I ended up with assumptions, which ended up being compltely wrong in the best way.

Ngl, maybe it was some internalized ableism from me, but I kind of expected Isolde to be the "victim" in the doomed yuri, as in, Kakania doing something that would cause Isolde to turn away from her. But I was wrong in the best possible way, because I think it managed to write a tragedy for the both of them that wasn't some form of character assasination.

I think the writers took a bit of a risk with Isolde that ended up paying off. I mean, they wrote a mentally ill character who causes lots of deaths, but managed to do it in a way that didn't demonize her, but also didn't excuse her actions. Imagine stricking that kind of balance these days... And aside from that, you can even understand what led her to that kind of state of mind. I mean, aside from curses and expectations and being deemed hystric, she was a medium for ghosts, which included ghosts from the future. I'm fairly certain she references both world wars when she explains things to Kakania, and all in all, it's difficult not to sympathize with her. And it's easy to see why Manus sought her - she was suffering, especially from her mental illness, and aside from Kakania, nobody really treated her with respect and gentleness she deserved (no wonder she fell for her), so she made an easy prey for them.

But, you know, she still got a bunch of people killed.

It's as good time as any to talk about my favorite character of this chapter, Kakania - it took me by surprise. The media made me really distrustful of fictional doctros & psychologists, huh. But anyway.

What I loved about Kakania is that she wasn't fine with any of this. Even if Isolde said she'd done it for her, to realize her dream, it was so refreshing to see a character be genuinely horrified by another character's actions, regardless of the intentions or mental health.

It's such a popular trope, accepting somebody who'd done awful things because of love, and I do like it (when it's well written), but it was so incredibly refreshing to see R1999 not go for it. Reverse1999 really said that it was still awful, and there was no justification for that.

By God it was all so painful - it was painful for Isolde, because she just wanted to make Kakania happy, and it was painful for Kakania, because she was essentially betrayed by her dearest friend, and indirectly caused so much pain and destruction. You'd truly want nothing but for these two to make up somehow, for Kakania to hold Isolde close and tell her everything's gonna be alright - but Kakania doesn't do that. And you know what? I fucking respect her for it. She values human life too much to budge out of love. Even if it hurts. Isolde has simply caused too much pain and destruction to swipe it under a rug.

And, god, the last part, the hypnotism. As if I wasn't in enough pain already. It hurt to see Kakania, who hates hypnotism with burning passion, use it on somebody she cares so deeply, and it hurt to see Isolde in the end just accept that. Even if it gave the Foundation a fighting chance against the Storm, it was still hard to watch. It still meant Kakania crossing the kind of boundary she'd never wanted to cross, and for yet another person to take Isolde's agency away from her. But in the span of this entire chapter things changed, they changed. And Kakania was willing to do anything to help, after indirectly causing that hell.

I think in a way that ending... honestly this entire chapter speaks volumes about the dangers of "idealism" and "meaning well". There's a reason why the saying "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" exists. Idealism alone can lead to a catastrophy, and at the same time, sometimes something that goes against your principles might be more helpful in the long run.

As Madam Hofmann had said.

Honestly, moving to another character - Madam Hofmann. Not gonna lie, if I didn't spoil myself that she's gonna die, there's a chance I would've grown more attached to her... but watching Marcus beg her not to die was still heartbreaking. In general, her death was painful to watch. For most of the chapter she was so composed, but in the end she was stil just a person, and being in so much pain naturally broke her. Seeing her fight with her thoughts, clinging to her more rational side was painful.

I also loved her relationship with Marcus, especially since at first I was a bit unsure, given her rather cold demeanor, but, again, that one was on me and my assumptions. Hofmann was a great mentor. [*] A few quotes that I especially liked:

I think I like this one especially, because it manages to explain the problem, reassure Marcus, and at the same time doesn't bagatelize the issue. Like, that's how people your age are, but that's still not great and you need to get your shit together eventually.

A different quote, from Kakania's monologue this time:

But anyway, last but certainly not least, Marcus. I'm gonna be honest, I don't care about her all that much, but that is to no fault of her or her writing. Sometimes you just don't vibe with a character the right way. That being said, watching her growth throughout the entire chapter was a fantastic experience, and by the end I felt proud of how far she'd come. You did it, Marcus, you saved that mission. Madam Hofmann is definitely proud of you, too.

What a banger of a chapter.

[rainbowcolored7]

Woke up missing them today

[fashion4standusers]

model Marcus Law

[divinityunleashed]

@bigmouthgenius ( X <- Continued from here! )

"It could do with a tweak. Or a few ways of lowering the volume."

[thoughtfulchaos773]

The 4th Episode

The cinematography and style potential of this episode and the color schemes will be a sight to behold.

1x04 Dogs, 2x04 Honeydew (Marcus bond with Sydney and Chester)

In seasons 1 and 2, Marcus searches for inspiration. Focus on Marcus and his relationships, particularly with Sydney and Chester. In the second season, a new relationship is built with Luca.

Season 3 Ideas- 3x04 Violet

in 1x04 Chester hands Marcus a purple booklet; purple is one of the first schemes that catches his eye. He tells Sydney in 1x04 Dogs that he wants his donut to be perfect, like the plum dessert Carmy made.

This is not as good as @turbulenthandholding's prediction.

But my prediction is Sydney's mom passed when she was about four. Sydney could remember a purple princess cake for one of her birthdays. This could be a time when Sydney opens up to Marcus about her mom, and this strengthens their bond.

Sydney could also paint an accent wall in her apartment purple. Chester is a designer, after all, and he brought the color schemes for Marcus so he might have his input on this.

Sidebar: Can Luca please make an appearance? Maybe facetiming Marcus or visiting the Bear?

Either way, I'm most excited to see the change of pace in this episode and the tones it will take, which will solely focus on Sydney and Marcus. I have a feeling it will be one of my top episodes.

[writermuses]

Open to: Anyone (mun/muse/fc must be 21+) Plot: Mark has just had his maiden victory in Formula 1 at the Hangaroring in Hungary. Your muse wants to celebrate before he's off to Spa in Belgium. // All connections except family are welcome. Muse: Marcus De Vrise, 22, is an F1 driver for McLaren; Career mirrors Oscar Piastri. Note: He is hearing but nonverbal, so he will communicate with ASL, text, writing.

Marcus walked into the crowded room, a small smile on his typically stoic face as everyone cheered for him. This was the dream, the one thing he'd wanted since he started karting after the incident that took his voice. Sure, it would be great to win the World Drivers Championship, but it was a huge deal to even win a single F1 Grand Prix. Taking out his phone, he took a few pictures and but as he went to record a quick video he saw the one person that always made him feel comfortable in a crowd. Their finger curled at him and his smile grew a little wider. With small, polite nods and brief signs of thanks, Mark closed the distance. "You came, but are you here to celebrate or to tell me that it's about damn time? It was a long time coming."

[scuttledusk]

follow up to this post i think i have somehow managed to get. kinda good at these??? ngl they’re really fun to make,,,

all of these are lantern eclipse paras!! starting with the top left: Heidi, Nisha, Ramsey, Pearl, Mercury, Styke, Fairywren, Bex, and Ford :3 i think Pearl’s and Ford’s are my favorites so far!

ooooh you wanna ask me abt my lantern eclipse paras so badddd oooooh 🪄🪄🪄

[thetriumphantpanda]

Panda's 3.5k Follower mini-sleepover

You guys!!! It has been such a horrible couple of weeks but I recently hit 3.5k followers (this is insane to me! Thank you so much!) and in order to distract myself from my anxiety, let's have a mini sleepover to celebrate!

🖊 + a prompt from this list and a Pedro Boy for a 5 sentence mini-fic. 🖼 + a scenario and a Pedro Boy for a moodboard 💎 + a Taylor Swift song and I'll make a friendship bracelet for my era's tour show 🗣 + a question about anything (FMK, Would You Rather, anything goes!)

My inbox is open all night, so come celebrate with me! 🥹 You guys have genuinely made my existence so much better, even in these hard times!

[mightiestxheroes]

@hacker-codeq || “I can’t decide whether to be pissed that you’re hurt - again - or turned on because, fuck, some part of me really likes how blood looks on you.” (Marcus with no filter after multiple scotches)

Arching an eyebrow in question of his partners unexpected admission of having a blood kink, then, was it really surprising? Tony can’t help the smile that slithers in place on his face. “I think we both know which one I’d like you to be.” Leans forward in his seat towards Marcus, unable to stop himself from wincing, his ribs groaning in protest at the movement. He sits back in his seat releasing a slow breathe through his nostrils, closing his eyes for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside.

[helloxdesire]

Starter for @cxncordia

Marcus lived an easy life. He had grown up with everything he needed, and most of what he wanted. Some would call him spoiled, and he never bothered to argue with that. What he didn't get from his parents or their money he would usually get with a smile and bat of his eyes. In other words, his life was as problem free as anyone's can be.

This particular evening he was heading home from dinner with a few friends, he was going to get a cab, but knew it would be easier to get one a few blocks from the restaurant. What he didn't anticipate was being jumped as he walked down a fairly empty steet. Before he had a chance to react he was dragged into a car, getting a hood pulled over his head. His protests fell to deaf ears, and after an uncomfortable drive he was dragged into a building, pushed to his knees, and then the hood was pulled off.

The room he was in was fancy, expensively decorated and definitely not somewhere he had been before.

"I don't know what this is, but I'm sure it's nothing we can't work out," he said, adressing the most important looking man, sounding as charming as he could, despite the frustration at being janked from the street like that.

[munofmanyminds]

Closed starter for @ncrthernaura

Marcus had made his way through the dark house, steps eerily quiet, movements precise. Though he usually liked to have more time with his victims, this particular target had made it onto his list for reasons that had nothing to do with convenience. No, this next victim needed to die. It had become an obsession of his, tracking down the other killer; the competition.

The door to the bedroom creaked softly as he pushed it open, peering inside to see the sleeping middle aged couple still snoozing away. His lips twisted into a wicked smile, but he didn't enter. He kept walking through the house, exploring, looking for the evidence he needed to uncover. He paused only when he heard footsteps. Shifting quickly into the shadows, he glanced in the direction of the sound, eyes landing squarely on the dark figure of the daughter of the house.... also tiptoeing down the hall. Head tilting slightly, he watched her turn a corner, and then quietly moved to follow. He trailed after her, footsteps light to avoid detection.

It wasn't until she opened the door to what was clearly the stairs to the basement that he left his beloved shadows. Movements practiced, feet sure, he stepped forward, covered her mouth with one large palm from behind and pressed the edge of his favourite knife against her throat. "Shhh," he was quick to hiss into her ear. "Don't make a sound." He paused briefly to make sure the message had sunk in, then slowly drew his hand from her mouth. "Now turn around. Slowly."

[joeloverture]

SEND ME REQUESTS!!!

ive been getting stuck in my head lately and i really need to get my eyes on something fresh before returning to my mountain of other wips. this is just something for me to distract myself with this weekend, so don’t be offended if i don’t fulfill your request. hand to god, i have a flea’s commitment.

+ a note on palestine: i won’t be posting any of these fics until after the strike ends, which is the bare minimum. i am looking for trustworthy places to find links to inform and donate that i can add to my masterlist asap. ❤️🍉

rules below —

who i write — i write for joel mostly. BUT would happily try writing din, javi p, dieter, jack (whiskey) daniels, or marcus pike

rules are pretty basic — nothing involving ageplay, incest (stepcest is not a HARD no itd just have to be a worthy enough request), scat, rape, or breeding/pregnancy. pls respect these boundaries! otherwise ill let you know if anything i am sent makes me uncomfortable 🤎 as far as things that don’t make me uncomfortable but i wouldn’t excel at writing include male readers.

specific kinks i gravitate to include — daddy kink & dd/lg, bondage, spanking, body writing, degradation, praise, manhandling, dom/sub, anal, ass eating/rimming (m or f receiving), cnc*, pet play, boot kink/boot riding & licking, thigh riding, nipple play, exhibitionism, sadomasochism, marking, dumbification, feet*, and piss*

fyi — i typically do better with things that lend themselves to any kind of plot! it lets me figure out the dynamics between characters. i love a good forbidden relationship or enemies to lovers

* — kinks id like to dabble in but might not excel at writing