#marius brainrot

[funtheysaid]

iwtv ships be like 🧶🕸️🌪️

[valkyrayn]

congratulatory sex is in order // Marius x F!Reader

Tags: Boxer!Marius, black tank top!Marius, rough sex, locker room sex, wall sex, mirror sex, all the sex, cum swallowing, deepthroat, fingering, dirty talk, sweat kink, blood kink (if you squint)

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Marius von Hagen in that stupid, fucking, black tank top is your undoing. 

The damned material clings to his body, sticking to his skin from being soaked with his sweat and accentuating the well-defined contours of his ridiculously fit physique. The fabric adheres to him, creasing as he flexes, tracing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs. 

Your eyes return to his face, now fixated on it—the once-perfect, nearly flawless complexion now marked by cuts, one near his eyebrow and another on his bottom lip. A faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays a moment of pain, but he quickly regains his composure when his gaze meets yours. 

And then a fucking wink. 

The same wink he gave you this morning, before dipping his head in between your thighs and proceeding to put your body through two mind-numbing orgasms with just his tongue and fingers—without even finishing himself off. You had offered to get him off, probably slurred your words saying something about his cock being hard still and that you want to take care of it. Instead, he slipped off the bed and planted a kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom in a rush. 

You barely remember when you had drifted back to sleep. When you woke up, his text read that his coach needed him early at the stadium so he’ll just meet you there later. 

A few minutes later, another text came through but this time with a photo. It’s a mirror selfie, his face half covered by his phone. You barely noticed it anyway because your eyes went straight to the incredibly obvious hard-on straining against his grey sweatpants. 

“This is all your fault, babe.” 

The sound of giggling girls, broke you out of your lustful reverie, hurtling you back to present time.

Your fiance is too attractive for his own good. He’s hot—anyone with eyes can attest to that. But there’s something different about the way he looks now. Almost as if he’s matured overnight. Especially now that he’s let his hair grow longer than usual.

He’s just so goddamn nice to look at. 

It’s almost like watching a car crash; you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, memories flooding in once again. Can’t seem to forget the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit and the delicious stretch of your pussy when he eases inside you. 

What sounded like a whimper escapes your throat, suddenly feeling a little too hot in the otherwise air-conditioned stadium. 

From the distance, you notice how his body stiffens when some of the girls begin putting their hands on him. Surely that’s the sign to go and drag your man out of that crowd, right? 

But your lust-clouded brain has something else in mind. Something downright sinful, you feel the heat rising to your neck just thinking about it. 

Marius' violet eyes bore into your skull, waiting for you to come forward to offer congratulations on his victory. Instead, you observe his growing impatience from a distance as he keeps his focus on you while nodding absently to the crowd swarming him—paying no attention to the women reaching out to touch his arms, men giving him pats on the back, and cameras flashing in his face.

Feeling bold, driven by your arousal, you pull out your phone and start typing. As you glance back up, your eyes lock with his, conveying a silent message that he instantly understood. He immediately makes a move to exit the crowd.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him struggle to push his way through, only to be pulled back in. You take the opportunity to leave the stadium, not before flashing him with a smirk.

—------

It didn’t take him long to find you—knowing exactly which cubicle in the locker room you are in since it’s the only one with big enough space for two people to stand in. 

Distracted and briefly fascinated at the phallic-shaped graffiti adorning the wall, you almost didn’t hear him enter the cubicle. You spin around to face him with a gasp, momentarily forgetting that you were expecting him only to be met with his hard body pushing you against the wall before firmly restraining your wrists above your head.

“I got your message.” His breath is hot against your neck, his voice igniting that familiar sensation throughout your body. A small noise escapes your lips, breath hitching as you feel the brush of his lips against your skin. 

“Care to repeat what you texted me…” he trails, licking the spot just under your jaw. “...to my face?”

He withdraws, his grip around your wrists tightening as he leans forward to stare into your eyes. His hair, tousled and damp with sweat, partially covering his eyes you can still see through them; how they have darkened with lust.

Your eyes are drawn to the sight of his blood making its course down the side of his face, travelling down his jaw, and finally, dripping onto your skin, settling right between your cleavage. You inhale sharply as you watch the scarlet liquid disappear behind the low neckline of your blouse, making its way down, between the valley of your breasts. 

And then his mouth is on you, capturing your lips in a fierce, primal kiss. You can hardly call it a kiss with the way his tongue is invading the hot caverns of your mouth, forcefully pushing past your lips to taste you. You swallow each other’s moans and grunts, greedy, to take and give—while you grind against his thigh, slotted in between your legs. 

What began as a kiss has evolved into something more carnal, too erotically charged to be called just a kiss.

There’s something erotic and especially sinful about it too; tasting the metallic tang of his blood when you bite onto his lip, prompting a sharp hiss against your mouth.

“Say it…” he urges, his mouth abandoning yours to lick the skin between your breasts, swiping his tongue over the trail of blood. You let out a gasp when his mouth latches onto your nipple, stiff and protruding against the cotton of your blouse—reminding you that you have intentionally left the house without a bra for this very reason.

His grip on your wrists loosens, giving you momentary relief from the restraint. But as soon as you attempt to pull away, he rises back to his full height to pin you even more firmly against the mirror.

“You’re not going anywhere until you say it…” Your cunt clenches at how deep his voice is laced with that familiar authoritative tone that you normally only hear him use at work. The smirk on his face grows wider when you start arching your hips towards him, desperately chasing for friction. 

To say you are aroused is a gross understatement. You need him to take you, right then and there, in this fucking cubicle, and do the most disrespectful, downright filthy bordering on illegal things to you—until you both are left flushed and unable to look at each other in the eyes in the aftermath. 

With the way he’s looking at you, that is a promise—only waiting to be fulfilled once you say what he wants to hear.

“Come on, jiejie.”

Your chest heaves, suddenly finding it hard to breathe, overwhelmed with the aching desire for his body to be pressed onto yours, for any form of friction, for anything. You wanted to play the game a little longer, but you failed to anticipate how quickly he could reduce you to becoming this whimpering horny mess. You never stood a chance. 

And so with a sigh, finally admitting defeat, you crane your neck to look at him right in the eyes.

“Find me.

So you can finish what you started this morning.

I want you to fuck me until my legs don’t work.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, feeling flustered at the words leaving your mouth—aroused by your own boldness. You hear the sound of laughter reverberating within his chest as he leans forward to nip on your earlobe. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for….”

The buttons on your blouse are sent flying into the air as he savagely rips it open, exposing your bare tits to him, heavy and begging to be touched. His impatience has him grabbing onto your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading them with his calloused hand. Your hands that are now free start roaming his body with equal fervour, craving to feel the heat of his skin and sweat against yours.

The hands that were on your tits have travelled their way down your body, causing your body to tremble against him. “Marius—” His name comes out as a whisper, slightly startled at the hand that has found its way beneath your skirt, fingers brushing against the inside of your thigh.

Marius hums by your ear, amused at the way your body is reacting to his every touch, each igniting fire in its wake. “So watching me beat up a guy does it for you?” He pushes his fingers against the fabric of your panties, feeling it drenched with your arousal. “You’re soaking wet…just like I left you this morning.”

You grind against his fingers, wanting, needing more, silently cursing at the impeding garment—wishing you had left the house without it as well. 

“Yes…seeing you so into it…the fight…it’s hot.” You manage to speak despite how fogged your brain is with arousal. “You did so good…congratula—ah!” 

Your chest heaves with a sharp intake of breath when he pulls the fabric aside and plunges two fingers inside your cunt. “And seeing me bleed…that does it for you too?” 

You whimper pathetically. “Y–yes..f–uck…oh…yes it does—fuck.” Words leave you in broken syllables, your focus locked into the sensation of being fingered with his skilful fingers. “M–arius…pl-ease…”

He pushes in deeper until his knuckles are brushing against your folds, coating his digits with your arousal. The tickling sensation of your fluids dripping the inside of your thighs has you clenching your walls around him, making him groan in satisfaction—relishing in the tightness of your cunt. 

Marius wraps his free hand around your neck, his thumb tracing the underside of your jaw—gaze trained on your glassy eyes, tears forming at the edges from sheer pleasure alone. The brief silence is broken by the wet squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, and then hooking them inside you—making your entire body jerk against him. 

“Good girl…so tight around my fingers. I can’t wait to put my cock inside you.”

He flicks your clit with his thumb and starts tracing circles, smearing your cream all over your folds before plunging his fingers to new depths, pressing against the spot inside you that only he can reach. “Cum, princess.”

His grip tightens around your neck as you erupt into a powerful orgasm with a choked scream of his name; squirting onto his hand, coating his skin with your scent. Your release exits your body profusely, leaving behind a mess.

Your body shudders against him as you continue to ride your high by grinding into his hand, aching to prolong the pleasure. 

Marius steps back, leaving some room for you to move. Still, you remain paralysed with your back against the mirror as you attempt to recover pieces of your sanity, attention gradually snapping back into place as you focus on the rise and fall of your chest. 

Keeping his gaze on you, you watch as his hand travels south and then finally rests against the front of his boxer shorts. With a sharp hiss, he wraps his fingers around the outline of his erection, straining behind the polyester. 

With a small exhale, you finally push away from the mirror, hand reaching out to him before placing it against the hard planes of his chest. You feel the ripple of his muscles underneath, flexing involuntarily at your touch. He makes a move to pull his top off but you stop him. 

“No. Keep it on…please. You—I want you to fuck me…with it on….” You gather your bottom lip with your teeth, both embarrassed and aroused at your own admission.

His pupils widen at your request, and a sly smile plays on his lips, watching your cheeks flush with rosy hues.

Your hand clenches into a fist around the fabric of his tank top, pulling and pressing your body hot against his, mind reeling at how big he is towering over you. His tall height and broad shoulders are covering you almost entirely from the overhead light. Marius wraps his fingers around your wrist, and what sounds like a whisper of your name escapes past his parted lips.

His tongue darts out, swiping subconsciously over the cut on his bottom lip—still fresh with blood, prickling from the side of his mouth. 

You crash your lips against his, and he reciprocates the intensity with a groan which quickly turns into growls, hunger coursing through him, greedy to take his fill. When he pulls away for air, he swipes his thumb over your lips, smearing your lipstick messily before inserting it inside your mouth. You moan around his thumb, mouth parting wider to take two more fingers—sucking on them earnestly, savouring the taste of your sex on his digits. 

“Knees.” 

You barely register his voice, mind hazy from the multitude of sensations coursing through you simultaneously. He leans in next to your ear and repeats it.

“On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”

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Tears start forming at the corner of your eyes as you take him deeper. There is something wildly animalistic in the way he’s fucking your mouth. With your hair gripped tightly around his fist, his other hand is braced against the mirror behind you, allowing him to angle his hips to meet your face. There were no gentle swirls around the tip or kitten licks up his shaft—he wouldn’t allow it. He had shoved his entire length into your mouth the moment you parted your lips to receive him, forcing his way in until you gag. 

His musky, masculine scent is intoxicating; a delectable fusion of his sweat and expensive cologne. You breathe in the subtle undertones of amber and wood on his skin, its fragrance so familiar to you and yet the effects on you remain consistent. Marius exploits this knowledge, finding amusement in how even a whiff can turn you on almost immediately as if it were a switch.

“Fuck–-fuck—take my cock…just like that. That’s it…breathe, baby. Don’t forget to breathe.” He coos softly as he pushes himself deeper, testing your limits, hips rocking against your face until the tip of your nose brushes against the soft curls of his bush. Whilst everyone was focused on the fight, your eyes were fixated on the happy trail peeking just above the waistband of his shorts. Another knowledge he uses to his advantage, noticing how your eyes would darken with unmistakable lust at the sight of it by deliberately letting his towel hang too low on his hips.

With your mouth full of his cock, your moans are muffled—the vibrations causing his knees to buckle, threatening to give out, but he quickly recovers, slamming his fist against the mirror. 

“Fuck! Your mouth—I can fuck your mouth all day—” His hips snap forward, releasing his grip around your hair to cradle the back of your head, shielding you from what could have been a concussion. You shut your eyes, concentrating on the sound of his knuckles hitting the mirror to distract yourself from gagging.

Suddenly he withdraws, and his cock is pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. Your chest heaves as you begin to rapidly breathe through your mouth. 

“Get up.” 

Not waiting for you to move, he bends down to pull you up from the floor and steers you back until you collide against the cold surface of the mirror with a light thud. He leans forward to lick a stripe down the column of your neck, stopping just above your collarbone to suck onto the skin, leaving his mark. Your eyes flutter close, savouring the lingering sting.

“Please…please—Marius…” 

You can feel his mouth curling into a smirk against your skin, amused at your neediness. He swipes his tongue over his mark before straightening his shoulders, looming over you again. He grabs onto your jaw—leans forward to lick your lips, and then gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. 

“Brace yourself against the mirror, babe. I’m going to fuck you so hard—you’re gonna need to hold on...” he whispers against your lips. 

Marius turns you around to face the mirror, his hips pressing against your back, stiff cock nestling between the crack of your ass. You moan at the cold sensation from the mirror against your skin—your cheek and bare tits are pressed against it. His fingers grip your waist, roughly tugging your hips backwards until your forearms are the only thing supporting you against the mirror.

And then he’s kneeling behind you, skirt pushed up around your waist and large hands spreading you apart. He jerks your hips back, and your arms slide down the reflective surface, nearly slipping off entirely, saved only by your skin sticking to the glass.

He drags the flat of his tongue up your cunt, his thumb tracing the seam of your lips, now soaked with cum and saliva. His fingers rub against your folds, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves nestled between them, pinching them between two fingers before inserting the same two digits inside you. 

“Please…please fuck me.”

“I am fucking you…” His hot breath brushes against your thighs.  

“Need your cock…need…want you inside…please…”

Marius spits into your gaping hole, not that you needed the extra lubricant, and then pushes his fingers in deeper, spreading your walls apart from the inside as he rises from the floor and back onto his feet. Threading his fingers through your hair, he tugs—forcing your body to arch backwards and your eyes to meet his through the mirror. 

“Mmm so needy. Aching for my cock.” He pulls his fingers out, half satisfied from not making you come again around him, only because he too wants to have his cock shoved inside you. “Open your mouth.” 

You comply, obedient, lips parting just slightly only to be forced open wider by his fingers. “Taste how good that is…that’s all you, baby.” You observe yourself in the mirror, tear tracks and precum staining your cheeks, lipstick and blood smeared at the corner of your mouth, dishevelled hair and ruined mascara. 

Despite not getting fucked, yet, you look, in every conceivable manner, thoroughly and utterly fucked. 

He teases the entrance of your cunt with the head of his cock, dipping only slightly past your lips before withdrawing, leaving you clenching desperately around nothing. You shoot him a glare through the mirror and he breaks out into laughter, fucking prick. 

You bask momentarily at his amusement, only to have your breath knocked out of your lungs when he suddenly shoves his cock all the way in; hips snapping forward until his pelvis meets yours with a resounding smack.  

Your eyes flutter close, jaw slack and tongue lolling out—brain reduced to mush, subject to nothing else but the overwhelming pleasure of having every ridge and vein of his dick, gliding against your walls. 

“Oh and…try not to be too loud. The reporters…” He palms your tits, feeling them sway in rhythm to his pounding. “…they’re looking for me.”

Your eyes snap open, realisation sinking in, the unmistakable sound of voices and scuffing of shoes just outside the walls of the room—

“I saw him walking down this hallway.”

“Is he in the bathroom?”

“No, pretty sure he turned this corner.”

“Probably in the locker room.”

“It’s locked though.”

Silence.

“Let’s wait—“

“Break down the door—“

“What—“

Eyes wide with panic and anxiety spiking, you push away from the mirror to try and leave or hide or anything from the reporters attempting to break into the room, only to be forcefully shoved back against the surface—Marius’ firm body pinning you from behind. 

“Marius…no we have to—they’re going to—.” 

“Don’t worry about them. Just focus on me…I want you to come for me…you’re close love, I can feel you.” He plants a kiss on your cheek and then resumes his harsh pace. His cock, heavy and full inside you, reaching new depths at each violent thrust. 

“But—oh my go—fuck!” Words die on your lips when the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, hurtling you towards an orgasm, so mind-numbingly good your legs start to give out. 

There’s ringing in your ear from having your brain fucked to oblivion—and you almost missed the muffled but familiar voice of Vincent just outside the room.

“...force entry, we will pursue legal actions against you.”

“Step aside. Who even are you?”

“Vincent Kim.” 

Marius drives you back towards the mirror, pressing the front of your body flat against the surface, fingers threading through your hair to tilt your head back. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day…after leaving you in bed like that in the morning….” He grinds his hips from behind, fucking you slowly, a momentary respite from his merciless pounding. “...is all I could think about. I wanted the match to be over with so I can finally fuck you. Just like this…with your cunt wrapped around my cock…you’re perfect.”

He suddenly lifts you off the floor, hooking your legs over his arms, locking his hands behind your head, settling you into a full nelson before sheathing himself back inside your obscenely dripping cunt. Your eyes snap open, arousal surging through you at the sight of yourself in the mirror—legs spread wide, cunt swollen and impaled by his thick cock. 

Both you and Marius’ eyes are fixated on where you are joined—each withdrawal coats his cock with your cream. For a moment, you both just stare at the erotic sight of his penis splitting your cunt open. 

“Where do you want me?” 

Your head lolls to the side, pleasure overtaking your body and mind causing you to slip back into incoherence. 

“Tell me, baby. Where do you want me to cum? In your mouth?” He licks the mark he left at the side of your neck, tantalisingly, tickling your skin. “On your pretty face?” He leans in, breath ghosting against your flushed cheeks.

“Maybe your beautiful tits?” He gives a particularly hard thrust so he can watch your breasts bounce, nipples erect from his teasing earlier. 

He kisses your cheek—gently, while his cock splits you open repeatedly. 

“Or inside your greedy little cunt?” 

Your walls clench around his dick and he hisses against your lips, his brows furrowing as he wills himself not to come just yet. “Anywhere, Marius please just—anywhere you want!” You can’t even discern whether it’s sweat or tears running down your cheeks—and too fucked out to even realise you were practically screaming. 

You seem to be getting wetter at each thrust, your juices oozing past your joined flesh and onto his abs. The stench of sex is heavy in the air, especially in such a small space—anyone who decides to occupy it next would no doubt know what went down in there. 

“Marius, please…pleaseee…”

He chuckles next to your ear. “You’re so cute when you beg. Let me hear it again.”

You’re going to kill him. 

He continues to piston into you, pace faltering and you know he’s close—but his need to tease is greater than his urge for release. It frustrates you to no end and you make a mental note to seek payback when you get home. 

“...hate you. Please cum…inside. I need to feel you inside me.” 

He abruptly stops, pulling your body tight against him. You whine at being stretched to the limit, both limbs and cunt. 

“So you do want me to fill you up? 

“Mmmngh…” 

“You want to watch yourself getting filled with cum, don’t you?”

“Mmmngh…yes, please. I want to—” 

Marius lifts you up, leaving only his tip in. “Then keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch me do it.” And then, thrust.

“Fuck oh—fuck!” 

“Pump every single drop inside you. You’re going to take it all in like a good girl.” Your eyes, despite threatening to flutter close, try to focus on the erotic view of your used body in the mirror. Your walls clamp tight around him, desperate and begging for his load. 

He fucks up into you at a brutal pace, faster and then eventually, it falters—his thrusting falling off rhythm, messy. 

“Fuck—I’m…”

“Marius—please it’s so good…it’s so…” 

He moans into your ear, and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before doing the same—both succumbing to the pleasure of such powerful orgasms, that you swear you flatlined at some point and came back to life.  

You feel his chest heave behind you as he struggles to catch his breath, eyes shut as he continues to ride his release whilst still holding on to you, muscles of his forearms twitching from fatigue. You can still feel his cock jerk against your walls, and now that the wave has passed, you become very aware of how much your body is trembling. 

“Fuck, do I love fucking you raw.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and sighs, content from having his balls drained. 

You smile, nuzzling against him. 

“Filled you up too much?” He says with a grin, nodding at the direction of your reflection in the mirror, particularly your cunt. You blush at the sight of it, still plugged with his cock but now swollen from being thoroughly used and oozing cum. You clench your walls in an attempt to keep it in, pulling out a groan from him. “Shit—still sensitive.”

“Sorry!”

After a few more seconds, he finally places you down and as soon as your feet touch the floor, your knees buckle, sending your body forward. Marius wraps his arms around you, catching you in time before you fall headfirst against the mirror. 

After the initial shock, you erupt with a giggle as you find your footing again. Marius shakes his head in amusement. 

“You got what you wanted, babe.” He grins, all smug. With a wistful sigh, you lean your weight against him, snuggling into his embrace. He brushes your hair to the side and kisses your shoulder.

He helps you redress, but not before sneaking the chance to slip his fingers in your cunt once again, causing to you to fall forward against him, nails sinking into his biceps to keep your balance. He leans his forehead against yours with his fingers inside you—pushing his load deeper and simultaneously stimulating you into another orgasm. 

“Did I mention how much I love seeing you get off on my fingers?” He whispers as if there were people nearby who could hear you. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth to lick him clean, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. He grabs onto your chin and kisses you.  

And then a knock on the door. 

Marius sighs against your lips but refuses to pull away. On the opposite side of the door, a throat clears—a familiar signal you've come to associate with Vincent.

“Taken care of?”

“Yes, Master Marius.”

“Thanks, Vincent. Prepare the car.” 

Marius turns his attention back to you, kissing you gently before gathering you into his arms, and hugging you tight. “Told you not to worry, right? Now—”

He exhales dramatically, lips curling into a pout. “Where’s my congratulations? I can’t believe you of all people have not wished me congratula—”

“I literally tried!”

“No, you didn’t.”

You let out a big huff.

“I did—I tried but you cut me off with your fingers inside me!”

“Well, I’m sorry for not noticing because I was too busy trying to make you cum!”

——

a.n posted this at 12 something am on my birthday lmao. my birthday gift from me to me and to all of you. enjoy the food!! i love you all ����

[flesh-avatar]

I SWEAR I DONT HAVE A PROBLEM.

[dawnsedits]

Hold up. Are you telling me you never went topside to have a cheeseburger?

What?

[jelloia]

// tot cn server spoilers

yall know im a marius girl through and through but VYN'S CARD EATS UP EVERYONE ELSES

the lanterns and flowers and colors and their hair (pls the way vyn's is straight up in the water) and omg rosa has bolder liner and lipstick in this card too augh im so in love w her !!!!!

out of pure art and atmosphere, this one takes the cake <333 (i mean, just look at that gorgeous building in the background)

as for animation...

rosa's playful nose bump -> surprised blush -> loving nuzzle -> THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER !??!!?

yeah. this animation changed lives. (lives as in mine, singular)

[wordy-little-witch]

I am now hip deep in the Edge of Midnight campaign from legends of avantris and lemme tell you some shit -

1) I would lay down my life for Jericho Sticks without any hesitation. Torbek and Jericho are my sons now, no takesies backsies.

2) Lethica and Marius are so perfectly aligned to be end game lovers but I personally adore the idea of them being queerplatonic if only bc it's funny to watch people be confused and I think Lethica would adore that.

3) you can pry the concept of Briggsy having a some kind of magical fantasy cellphone equivalent from my cold dead hands - sending stone or smth idfk - and he's been keeping his buddy/boyfriend Torbek updated on all this like "Becky you would not BELIEVE what happened today-" ((listen I know the flirting bit between them in the yuletide one-shot was a feycurse but leave me alone it's funny as fuck))

4) briggsy @ jericho in ep 24 appropos nothing: Jerry, maybe we have to kiss ((sad, silly twinks with Literal Darksides are his type /j))

5) I have a friend-crush on Nikkie and I will never recover

6) I have an unyielding NEED to have Jericho get a final hit on a boss and yell yeehaw

7) I know stylistically Jericho doesn't have "skin" but I personally hc that his clothes aren't effectively his skin, he has a burlap body - and he has "tattoos" in the form of embroidery. It started when he had to stitch up his own cuts and stuff and he just kept it up.

8) Only Yorgrim has any constant sense of cooking in an actual kitchen-like setting. Farryn, Marius, and Briggsy can do journey or on-the-road cooking, but it's never.... great. Lethica burns everything somehow or gets the bright idea to 'experiment', and it's never good - she's fine if she's got clear end goals. Jericho is understandably skittish around fire due to his body and straw, but he is the closest to being able to cook well and do so semi regularly.

9) Virgil is a weird mix of a hater and lowkey overprotective. He does hate being imprisoned, but also he's kinda bound here so he HAS to keep this disaster of a bard safe. He refuses to admit he might have a soft spot. He is Stressed.

10) Farryn doesn't get the appeal of Girls Nights, but Jericho does!!! They join Lethica for some fun relaxation. Briggsy once asked why Jericho was allowed since he's also a dude, and Lethica just responded "he's allowed to be there - on account of him being a scarecrow and not a literal man after all." It's an inside joke which later has to be explained - Jericho is nonbinary but doesn't rightly care about stuff like that.

11) Yorgrim is the group dad, no I will not explain.

12) sometimes after a battle, Lethica and Marius will help stitch up some of Jericho's tears. Farryn may also add in random flowers she finds around because it makes him happy.

13) Briggsy is small but mighty. The only person he has yet to pick up and carry is Yorgrim - he swears that one day that tombstone will be gone and he'll be able to do it. It's all the rock's fault, he's sure of it.

Spoilers under the cut (caught up to present)

OKAY so I am caught up completely and have decided that Canon is not important leave me alone

• Yorgrim did not die - he got wounded heavily but survived.

• Farryn almost got taken but they got to her in time. She is mute for a time due to injuries and trauma - idk if she ever talks again bc we could use more sign language in the world. Maybe it comes and goes, fuck if I know, idk and idc

ONWARDS TO SILLIES

• Lethica strong armed her way into giving Jericho The Talk after he revealed he had no idea what a penis was. Scarecrows cannot blush, but apparently his fiendish glow can ebb and flow and he glows much MUCH brighter when he's embarrassed - she tries so hard not to laugh.

• Adella and Jericho btw are simply besties. His "crush" on her is a friend crush and Phillip just finds it painfully cute. ((Also -> Jericho has mommy issues and Adella always wanted a son/nephew/little brother. Peaceful alignment))

• Dark Mode Marius is a colossal flirt but still a giant dweeb. He's cool and suave until someone flirts back - then he's a mess.

• Briggsy is very happy with his Kannon & makes "shooting my shot" jokes at every and any opportunity

• Yorgrim, with his reward, manages to finally lay many souls tonrest but he still carries the tombstone on journeys - just not constantly now. He still believes he must pay penance, but it's a little easier to share the burden.

• Farryn, with her own reward, has not chosen to activate it yet. Something tells her to wait, to bide her time and remain. She does, however, get a little more at ease with the others. She and Jericho have come to an understanding, too - that being they they are a package deal, no takesies backsies, and they refer to each other as twin, much to the confusion of many, many, many people. WLW and NBLM solidarity.

• Jericho is pining HARD for Marius, but he's absolutely terrified of damaging the friendship so everyone is watching two oblivious dummies look longingly into each other.

• POLYAMORY POLYAMORY POLYAMORY

• Marius grows rather fond of Virgil, and the sentiment is very much NOT reciprocated bc this angry knight vampire is not good enough for his vessel and he's mad about it.

• Yorgrim: I've only had my friends for a few days, but if anything happened to them, I'd kill everyone in Druskenvald and then myself.

• I fully expect for Jericho to somehow befriend an enemy in disguise, not realize, and accidentally fuck up the evil plan with the powers of puns, music and friendship (/j)

• the first time the party sees Jericho presenting more feminine, he's been lended one of Lethica's dresses after his own clothes got torn up and the rest are being washed. Marius has a nosebleed and faints. Briggsy is staring somewhat respectfully. Lethica is trying valiantly not to laugh. Farryn and Yorgrim regret not dying when they had the chance.

• Marius: i cannot have a relationship because I have sworn to follow the duchess of sin

Lillith: whoa hold up, Do Not use me as an excuse to avoid the cutie pie over there. Besides, he has a demon. I'm queen of hell. I can make a small exception.

Marius: shit

• Briggsy Bi Icon: OH if ONLY Jerry here had a DASHING KNIGHT to SAVE THEM from this PERILOUS INCIDENT

Jericho: captain, I'm just getting off of a horse??

Marius: no no Briggsy has a point, no maiden should be unaccompanied or unassisted. Allow me-

Lethica&Farryn: We Know What You Are

• Yorgrim is watching all this inter party flirting and is definitely wondering if he's gonna have to have an aside with everyone about flirting tactics and communication skills. Briggsy is making it worse by enabling everyone.

• Farryn gets some sweet, succulent healing, that is all.

[allhopeislost]

my brainrot from 2 05 got so strong i had no choice but to do a thing

WHAT I THINK TVC CHARACTERS WOULD WEAR IN THE MODERN DAY

Lestat De Lioncourt: keeps up with trends, so either wears Diesel to appear laid-back, or Celine to serve cunt. Owns a collection of see-through blouses from Phoebe Philo tenure. Mandatory blood-spill painted tabi boots, he thinks its funny.

Louis de Pointe du Lac: he got 2 choices - trifted normal college student get-up or the most elegant shit ever made by YSL (all black, he is Goth like that)

Armand: had an extreme hype-beast fase. Circled around to actually developing taste, so now buys anti-fashion and collects Antwerp 6+1 pieces (still got every item from the gosha yeezy drops. it`s comfy)

Daniel Molloy: got in too many fights over wearing polyester with Marius. One day discovered his wardrobe full of new Very Normal looking clothes (the catch - every piece is now Bottega Veneta)

Marius De Romanus: exclusively wears Italian. Ranted about the intellectual genius of Miucca Prada for over a month, everyone hated him. Owns complete F/W 2012 Prada Men collection. Valentino for summer, D&G for loungewear. Gloves.

Claudia: Blair Waldorf realness, very smart about her choices. Chooses brands that target "younger" women but still keep the sexy in details. Miu Miu, Alessandro Michele Gucci and new Courreges.

Pandora: thats a McQueen and Gaultier woman. Angry and Feminine. Loves a suit. Mommy, sorry. The best at finding archivals during her travels.

Bianca Solderini: just Versace. Everything. Versace. Do i need to explain?

wow...that was a lot haha. I only did the ones i had ideas about immediately so sorry if you haven`t found your fave!

[froma-certain-pov]

Yorgrim: Guys the can opener broke

Jericho: I guess it's a can't opener now

Yorgrim: .....

Marius: .....

Marius: *holding down Yorgrim's hand* Drop the can opener Yorgrim; it's not worth it

[hikari-writes]

"You know, I think I've found my favourite piece of art."

Marius Von Hagen looked up at you, tearing his gaze away from his phone. His brows quirked, now intrigued at your sudden exclamation.

"Oh? What is it?"

He was genuinely curious. Maybe it's a piece that you've both seen before at an exhibition on one of your dates. Or maybe it's a piece that you discovered on your own. Either way, he was eager to discuss about it with you.

You and art? Two of his favourite things, combined together? Nothing could make him happier.

You bit your lips, trying to hold back a grin (and failing miserably) before cupping his cheeks and bringing it closer to your face.

"It's you."

Your answer was met with an unexpected silence. He was caught off guard by your answer. And you were caught off guard by him being caught off guard by your answer. And so another prolonged silence ensues, and your face was already as hot as the summer sun outside when you finally let go of your hands from his cheeks, using them to cover your own instead.

"That was so embarrassing oh my god-"

You continued mumbling incomprehensible words, facing away from Marius (who was, unbeknownst to you, also mirroring your current state), steam coming out of your face and wanting to dig a hole you can hide into.

"Onee-san, do you want me dead or something..."

Marius let out a long, heavy sigh, taking a moment to compose himself before gently wrapping his arms around your neck, a hearty laughter escaping his lips as he snuggled closer.

"I love you."

He whispered, his smile never leaving his face and cheeks still dusted in heavy pink hues.

"I want to bury myself in a hole..."

[rocksanddeadflowers]

idk if this is something anybody actually wants but I'm hyperfixating so bad and need an easy outlet SO here's a chaotic Marius and Lyfrassir playlist I made !!

[moss-and-monsters]

Do I have a coping mechanism?

Nope :]

how can I cope with all these mechanisms?

Anyways howdy lads!! I’m back with some more mechanisms. ITS IVY ALEXANDRIA. This isn’t my favorite but I was trying out clip studio paint for the first time. I did have a great time with it tho.

I have recently been in a study art mode so not much art is gonna be posted in the coming weeks.

I love ivy so much especially in the bifrost incident. She is great and she loves her mad scientist girlfriend and violin boyfriend.

(Mechs count 4/10)

[half-as-big-as-life]

oh wise marius fans, i need help. More specifically, i need a timeline of his life and both wikipedia of b&g and wikia dont tell me shit. Big things are coming (trying to get marius rock opera out of my head and actually conceptualize this shit)

Mostly for worldbuilding/fashion reasons. Also bonus if you can tell me what the fuck he wears ever

[valkyrayn]

random marius brainrot // marius x afab

The last time she ever felt like this was, never. Because no man ever came close to making her peak, let alone come screaming. 

Marius flipped her body over, pushed her knees apart and just jammed his head right in between, with no warning–-shoving his tongue right inside her dripping cunt. She arched her back, canting her hips further into his face and heard him growl, sending vibrations throughout her body. Gasps leaving her mouth uncontrollably, whimpering and whining as she felt his tongue push even deeper, and then joined by his fingers. 

“That’s right, baby. Cum again for me,” she heard him say in between her thighs, and everytime she tries to close them, he pries them open again. 

She’s lost count. This must be the fourth or fifth orgasm in the last 20 minutes. Her body is on fire, nipples tight and sensitive and, clit hardening under his skillful ministrations. At one point, she even came gushing, surprising even herself—had never thought it was possible. Marius pulls back and watches as she cums all over him, the outline of his abs showing through his white oxford shirt, now soaked through with her release. 

“Fuck yes, baby. You’re making a mess.”

He smiles, a devious smirk, as he keeps her legs wide apart, his lips pink and swollen, glistening with her juices. He makes quick work of removing his slacks, releasing his girthy cock from the restraining fabric. It bobs against his navel, leaking with precum. It’s almost too sinful of a view.  He swipes a thumb over the head, then smears it against her clit, causing her whole body to jerk from the sensitivity.

“Tell me again what you want me to do to you?” 

Marius grabs onto her ankles, resting them against his shoulders as he lowers his entire body towards hers, essentially folding her into a position that allows him to rut into her. He lines his cock against her sex, teasing her clit with the head, nudging and coaxing tiny sprays of her cum. She whines, babbling incoherently, mostly pleading for him to shove his cock inside.

“What’s wrong? Can’t remember what you said? Did I render you brainless, my little slut?” 

Fuck. He knows just what to say to drive her insane. 

“Want you to—show me…”

“Show you what?” He nudges the tip in, parting her sex. 

“...how to take your co—”

He pushes fully inside. 

“That’s right. You want me to show you how to take my cock,” he licks her lips, and then pulls away to push his fingers inside her waiting mouth.  

“I’ll show you. In every single hole. Good girl.” 

The rest of the night is a frenzied fuck session where he made good on his promise—abusing every single hole. Fucked her mouth and throat while her head hangs over the edge of the bed. And then he plays with the rim of her asshole with his thumb before shoving it completely inside while he fucks her cunt with his cock. 

She’s lost count of her orgasms, while he only had four—down her throat, over her tits as she held them together so he can slide them in between, on her back when he pulled out at the last second when he fucked her from behind and then finally inside her cunt, pushing deep against her cervix, but because of the sheer volume of his spend, it still leaks down between them and onto the sheet.

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wrote it in 3rd person for a change. this is completely self-indulgent and I wrote it in 10mins I didn't even proofread this lol needed to release the horny

[determinedowl23]

will make the flowers

[dawnsedits]

And if you do see Orm...

{insp}

[seesboy]

do. do you see my vision