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…”
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.
Howdy again! Please take your time getting to this as I know I’ve requested before but I just wanted to put this here before I forget lol
Would you be able to do a Marvus x ❤️Human Reader (She/her) where’s its a date to a human aquarium? ://3 it’s a favorite date idea of mine and I’d love to see your take on it! Feel free to make it as lovey and dovey as you want >:33
THANK UU BYEEE *runs*
I loved this prompt so much and I apologize for the shortness! And feel free to make as many requests as you please! The fic is up now and I got to make a little mermaid reference which was great lol
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.
Thank you to everyone slowly trickling into my inbox with requests. I love you all even if it's taking me literal years to get shit posted. I love being able to pop into my inbox and see more requests its honestly so fun. I'm slowly working on your guys' requests when I get the free time so keep sending more!
So far I've been working on:
Professor Kukui smut. Not an x reader but honestly it's such a lovingly detailed absolutely filthy request I can't wait to get it posted.
Standoffish!Reader x Gamzee
Marvus x Reader fluff. It's so sweet guys!
Mallek x Reader one-shot. Not specified the ask just says "Mallek x Reader pls?".
TMNT!Mikey x Artist!Reader
Platonic!Quicksilver x Reader. ANON IDK YOU BUT WE ARE KISSING. KISSING I TELL YOU.
Nightcrawler x Reader request that was literally just "I'm here to enable you. Give me a Nightcrawler x Reader so indulgent you wouldn't even show your friends." I think it is the same anon who sent the platonic Quicksilver request and I want you to know we're married now. The honeymoon draws near. I am signing over all my wordly assets amen.
18+ explicit nsfw.
Sweat was trailing down your back, breaths coming out in pants as you writhed against the sheets. Marvus leered down at you and laughed as you couldn’t help but whine. Your hands were tied tightly above your head, the pillow underneath you keeping you at a delicious angle that had your thighs burning and back arching.
“C’mon lil mama, I know you can take it.” He purred, rubbing slow and agonizingly at your clit. A cry left you as he gave it a light pinch and your hips bucked involuntarily. “Aw, purrbeast got your tongue?” He teased. You might have said something if you were even capable of thought. He’d kept you like this for what seemed like hours, just there barely on the edge and nearly crying. With a smirk he scooted down your body until his head was between your thighs. Your breath was punched out of your lungs as he buried his face in your pussy, tongue shoving straight in and lips wrapping around your clit. If you had the breath you might have screamed as he gave a hard suck and seemed to eat you out like a dying man, that long tongue twisting inside you with the same precision as his bulge. Jerking in your restraints you openly sobbed the pleasure far too much. You were so close to cumming your legs were visibly trembling. Which was of course the moment he pulled away from you, lips and chin slick with your cum and licking his lips as he panted.
“What’s the matter babe? No one pail you dis good before?” He grinned as he trailed sharp claws down your outer thighs before grasping you by the knees and abruptly bending you in half. A small squeal left you at the rough treatment and you stared up at him with wide eyes as he got comfortable. Placing your ankles on his shoulders his eyes raked over you hungrily.
“Don’ be hidin’ any noises from me baby, I wanna hear ya scream.”
“Marv-,” You cried out, nearly screaming as he thrusted forward, bulge stretching you roughly as he bottomed out. He gave you no time to adjust as his bulge squirmed inside you, freezing cold and huge. His hips ground against yours and it was all you needed to cum- wailing and shaking as if possessed. Marvus hardly let up, just continuing to use you to his heart’s content as you wiggled and thrashed from overstimulation. Had you known what jealousy would do to him you weren’t sure if you would have still ignored him like you had tonight or given him your full attention.
“What’s that baby?” He panted hand coming up to keep your leg from sliding off his shoulder, a bead of sweat trailed down his face and dripped from his chin, those eyes dark with lust, “C’mon, lemme hear all those sweet sounds jus’ for me.” The purr in his chest vibrated against your leg as he hiked your hips up with a rolling thrust and a firm grip on the top of your knee. You shuddered and squeezed around him as your back arched.
“Fuck, please-,” You cried voice failing as his bulged rubbed roughly against your g-spot.
“Please?” Marvus prompted teasingly. You shook your head eyes closing as the pleasure kept building. A hand wrapped around your jaw and forced you to face him, giving your jaw a little squeeze he released it to trail a heavy hand over your neck. “Gotta tell me what you want lil mama.”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-,” You were growing incoherent, the starts of another orgasm already building up and overwhelming you. The hand still resting lightly over your neck tightened briefly and you gasped. Staring up into Marvus’ face, free of his paint and flushed a dark purple as his fangs caught on the plush blackness of his lower lip when you squeezed tighter around him, you could only watch as he leaned more fully over you. Putting more of his weight into his thrusts as he leaned down and caught your mouth in a filthy kiss. His teeth caught your lip and tugged teasingly as he pulled back, still close enough to feel his breaths against your cheeks.
“Love seein’ you all worked up sweet thing. Gonna keep you like dis for a long time yet.” He promised. Dread, lust, and anticipation pooled low in your stomach and made your second orgasm all the more intense.
It was easy to forget the type of world you’d ended up crashing on. Despite the hardships you had endured you had managed to live a life- almost sheltered by Alternian standards. It was an odd thing to consider. You had broken your bones, spilt your blood, and fought like hell through the harsh Alternian nights- but you hadn’t truly faced someone hellbent on seeing you dead. Well, that wasn’t true, but the memories of that time were vague and fogged as if trying to recall your earliest memories.
Feet sore, lungs aching, you darted as you had seen Karako and much younger trolls dart to escape your pursuers. You kept your gaze on the horizon, on the roots and the snapping plants, heart in throat you put one foot in front of the other and cursed your luck. Either they’d run you down or you’d reach help before then. Every bit of your old survivalist instincts were screaming at you to do everything you could to stay ahead of your attackers. To outlast and outwit them to the best of your abilities. Even as your body begged you for rest. Clearing a fallen log you stumbled on the landing and kept going. A graceless run of prey being pursued by hunter. You were lucky, the violet bloods didn’t have guns or long range weapons. If they wanted you they’d have to catch up first.
Of course your good fortune couldn’t last forever, all it took was a loose rock in your path, with a breathless shock of icy terror your legs twisted out from under you as the rock was dislodged. The dirt, now loosened from how the rock had apparently been holding it in place, shifted and your terrified silence turned into a scream as the ground fully gave way. What you hadn’t had the time to register beyond the trees and brightly colored poisonous foliage was the sheer incline it all was rooted to. Behind you was the renewed energy of the violets, sensing the proverbial blood in the water as the landslide took you. Your hands shot out blindly, desperate to latch onto anything they could to slow your rapid descent. Stinging plants and harsh thorns tore at your fingers leaving a trail of blasphemous bright red in your wake. Agony shot through you as sharp rocks sliced into your exposed skin and you wheezed as you collided roughly with a tree. Clinging to the trunk of the thin sapling you prayed it wouldn’t dislodge as well. Breath ragged and painful you glanced around rapidly at your surroundings to try and get your bearings. It would hurt but you could still claw your way back up the incline- that is if the entire reason you were in this mess anyway wasn’t there laying in wait for you. As if on cue a finned head popped into view. Too far down the incline you couldn’t tell if you had been spotted or if he was still looking for you as you went perfectly still. The violet motioned to someone else above you and another head came into view. For a moment you thought you might be safe- and then a third head came into view. Your stomach clenched with renewed fear as the third violet blood pulled out their weapon. The harpoon spear glinted in the alternian moonlights and you could feel the prickly sting of your own tears building up.
You were going to die. Permanently this time.
With silent dread you watched as the troll above you raised his arm higher to aim. A glance below you, further down where you had almost fell, showed a similar fate. A harsh drop that would break more than just a few bones. If you let go of the tree you would tumble to a possible death, but if you stayed where you were you would be speared and fed to the horrorterror lurking underneath the waves. All choiced pointed towards your death- but only one of those choices would be on your own terms. Glancing back up at the faces peering down at you the choice was made. Taking a deep breath you let go of the tree just as the seadweller threw his harpoon. You slid faster and faster, tumbling over yourself as you went, something agonizingly sharp pierced your shoulder and you cried out. Head bouncing off a low branch you knew no more.
Marvus was growing increasingly worried. Every dm he had sent you had gone unanswered for the past four hours. He’d chittr stalked you, checked your instagore, picked through your pesterchums, and even your grubtube. But none of them had given him anything to go off of. He had even gone so far as to dm Polypa to ask if the two of you had gone to a movie or something, but according to the olive blood she had spent the entire day with Tegiri. It was as if you had dropped from the face of alternia altogether. He scowled at his phone and ran a clawed hand through his hair. Today was supposed to be his day off, the two of you were going to hang out and if everything went alright he was going to ask you to spend the day. Maybe even make a move or two. Instead he was pacing his hive, nearly losing his mind with worry. It wasn’t like you to be this dormant- especially considering most of your friends kept track of you through your accounts. You hated to worry your friends for any reason. There was more to it than that but Marvus wasn’t your moirail and so he kept firmly out of it. Now, he was wishing he’d been more nosey. Sending another unread dm he cursed and threw on his signature jacket. Snatching his cane up from where it rested next to his front door he barged out into the late night. Most of the trolls he passed were heading home after a long night of work or partying to sleep away the scathing heat of the coming day. They leapt from his path as if burned as he marched down the sidewalk towards the woods you had last been seen in. His expression might have been relaxed but the orange-ish tinge to his eyes spoke volumes of his annoyance. Not quite rage, no- Marvus was rarely angry with you, but the maelstrom of emotions nagging at his thinkpan were so obnoxiously loud he could have screamed. His white knuckled grip on his cane as he flexed his fingers trying not to lash out at the trolls staring at him kept them from trying their luck with the celebrity. If he could have cast out his chucklevoodoos to turn the entire neighborhood into a mindless search party he would have. But if you were truly fine the display might frighten you and that was the last thing Marvus wanted. The search would take longer by himself but he reasoned it was for the best. You had most likely fallen asleep somewhere or made another friend who was monopolizing your time with them. It was a reasonable assumption. True danger always seemed to skip right over you. You always knew the choices to make to survive.
He found you at the bottom of a ravine. Your body unnervingly still with a golden harpoon sticking straight through your shoulder and pinning you firmly to the ground. He was careful as he slid down towards you. Not wanting to trip and possibly land on you. His bloodpumper was pounding in his ears as he grew closer, terrified that you had finally met your end. There was so much red, so much unnervingly bright mutant red. It slicked your clothes and muddied the ground for the entire world to see. If he’d been the painting type, the religious type, he’d say it was a sacrilegious masterpiece. Instead all he could focus on was the tremor in his hands as he checked your pulse. Whoever had done this… He caught his reflection in the polished gold of the harpoon, the bright scarlet of his eyes and the sneer pulled tight across his face. He’d kill them. He would fucking kill them for this.
To your surprise you awoke. Sunlight struggling to burn through the blinds and purple curtains covering the windows of the room. A thick blanket had been tucked up around you making it difficult to do more than wiggle. Your shoulder and head a dull throbbing reminder of what had nearly come to be. The hulking shadow of a large troll caught your attention near your legs and you glanced down to find Marvus lifting the blanket to check the carefully done bandages on your legs. You must have made a sound at the sight of the violet blood still slicking his favorite jacket, nausea over what he must have done surging forward, causing him to look up at you. Those striking eyes were ringed in a deep scarlet, contrasting with the rich purple that was quickly marking his soon to be adult molt. He smiled, slow and predatory.
“Don’ worry none lil mama, I took care of it. You jus catch some ‘z’s yeah?” His hand reached out and smoothed back the hair that had fallen into your face. “They ain’t gon hurt you. I promise.”
As his hand continued to stroke your face you realized he wasn’t wearing any of his jewelry, the paint on his face had been smudged, and there was a predator’s satisfaction oozing from every bit of him. Something warm and soft nudged at your mind, reminded you of the sweet siren’s call of sleep. Your limbs growing heavy as your eyes drooped.
“Marvus?” You croaked in confusion, he smiled at your scrunched brow and slight pout.
“Lemme take care of you babe.”
“M’kay…” You yawned the fight and adrenaline leaving you as if siphoned away. He hated to use his chucklevoodoos on you but if it got you to rest then he didn’t see the harm. As you drifted back towards a dreamless slumber he pressed a kiss to your scalp and sighed. He’d have to call Polypa, it was her right as a moirail to know where you were and to help him finish the last motherfucker off. He glanced at the harpoon still crusted in your blood and its obnoxious violet insignia. Rage boiled under his skin, only abated by the fact you were there with him and recovering nicely.
The fact that trolls are so much… Bigger than humans never ceases to amaze you. Perhaps the biggest of them all are the purples. They tower over other trolls and all but dwarf humans as fully grown adults. Straddling Marvus’ thigh like you are seems to highlight this fact. Your feet barely graze the ground and as he reclines in his seat you swallow thickly. His eyes are hooded and intent on your face as you gaze back at him. He looks completely relaxed with one arm cushioning the back of his head and the other dangling loosely over the armrest.
“Well baby, you asked for this.” He purrs, sending heat straight to your stomach. His pupils are blown, belt undone and zipper pulled down to expose the way his bulge writhes in interest. He’d gone commando today and the sight made your mouth water. A clawed hand drags over one of your knees and you suck in a breath. “C’mon baby, don’t be shy now.” His thigh flexes underneath you and your hips give an involuntary jerk. Your hands are resting on his lower stomach, the sweat slicked satin of his shirt clutched in your fingers.
When you fail to move again he bounces his leg and lets out a low growl. The movement causes you to gasp as your front collides with his. The hand that had been cushioning his head cups the back of yours to pull you into a filthy kiss. His tongue drags roughly over your own and then snakes over your teeth before he finally pulls back. Panting in a daze you glance into the hypnotic purple of his eyes.
“Ride me.”
You clutch at his hips for a better angle and give another experimental roll of your hips. Pleasure zings through you and Marvus gives a low and pleased groan.
“That’s it, yeah baby- mmmn.” You watch in fascination as his bulge seems to curl around itself to try and get some friction. “God you look so fuckin depraved.” He leered, flexing his leg in time with your grinding. Letting out a quiet moan you let one of your hands trail down to his bulge causing him to curse as his hips arched at the sudden contact. “No-,” He snapped snatching your hand away as he forced your hips down harder on his thigh, “No baby, tonight be all about you. Take your pleasure.” He guided your hips into a rougher pace and you whined as your toes curled, hunching over you he places open mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw before pulling away ever so slightly.
“Take your pleasure and I’ll take mine.”
The way his voice drops and how his hand keeps you moving hard and slow against him has your orgasm approaching quickly. You want to pull away, to stop just to prolong the feeling, but that’s not what Marvus has in store tonight. Your hips stutter as you grow closer and you curse.
“That’s it baby- come for me.”
Your hips jackrabbit against his thigh as the orgasm takes you. He doesn’t give you a moment to recover as he keeps you moving. The pleasure unrelenting.
“Marvus-,”
“Shh,” He purrs, something wicked in his expression, “I told you to take your pleasure.”
I come simply to ask for some thigh riding with marvus, gender neutral reader if possible
You got it anon!
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.
“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.
Okay!! I wanted some edging stuff, with afab transmasc reader, if that's chill. Maybe bondage as well?
Thanks so much for the request! I'll have it up in just a bit! This is exactly what I needed to know for an nsfw request, thank you for being descriptive! Hopefully the fic meets your expectations but if it doesn't feel free to slide into by inbox again.
a a a a your writings sjfhdh 😭👌 thank you for blessing all of us your writings (esp wif marvus) 👁👁
Thank you so much anon! I'm glad you've enjoyed what I've posted with marvus thus far. A reminder to everyone that stumbles upon my blog that requests are still open if you'd like something specific to enjoy! I'm happy to do one shots, headcanons, etc so don't feel shy!
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
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!
Another request! Reader loses a bet and has to be Marvus' PA(personal assistant) for a day while he's doing work stuff. Or maybe a bet with his main manager to see how long they could last/ keep him in check during a packed day. Take this where ya want. ~♦️ Anon
Its up now! So sorry about the long wait and thank you for your patience! Hopefully its what you wanted but if not feel free to slide into my inbox again.
It was no secret that trolls reacted differently to things concerning romance, as someone who was somewhat well versed in quadrants by now you could say that there really was some method to the madness. Truth be told it was all extremely straightforward- unless you were a clown. Gods above and below did that throw a wrench in things. From symbolism and ritual all the way down to the odd taboo clowns just loved to make things interesting- and often contradictory- despite being in a relationship with Marvus for as long as you had been those damn clowns still confounded you.
Still, you’d learned to pick up on certain tells. Little mannerisms your matesprite couldn’t help himself from doing each and every time. Sipping at your drink as the troll next to you continued to ramble on- about what you had long lost track of- it was very clear they were getting on Marvus’ nerves. Really, he wasn’t subtle. Not anymore. The twitch of his ears every time your companion laughed at something they’d said, the flex of his hands around his cane when they leaned into your personal space. Honestly it was starting to get a little funny. They weren’t even hitting for your red quadrant- just making over the top and cartoonishly exaggerated small talk- but clearly Marvus had different feelings on the matter. Some time between them plopping down in your booth and throwing an arm around your shoulders Marvus had started inching his way closer and closer. He made a good show of it, of rambling and ‘wandering’ around the club. To the untrained eye he’d only ‘accidentally’ find himself back at your table. “Ohmygoddd is that Marvvvy Xoloto? I legit can’t! Are you two here together?” The teal was now half sprawled across you to gawk openly like a stereotypical drunk sorority girl. One hand wrapped around a solo cup and the other still clinging to your shoulders. It was clearly getting to Marvus as you saw his brow twitch and his grin become a little more forced. Taking the solo cup from their glitter smeared claws you set it on the table and carefully guided them back into a sitting position. Your newly appointed bestie still refused to remove their arm from around your shoulders and while that didn’t bother you it was clearly bothering your matesprite more and more. “Like Baaabeee, you should totally ask him to hang out with us!”
You couldn’t even attempt to stop the barking laughter that statement caused. The straw that broke the metaphorical camel’s back as Marvus all but appeared at your side to sneer a wide grin down at your companion- you should really remember their name because they seemed like a blast- and placed a single hand down on the table to lean over the two of you. Abruptly your companion stopped giggling along with you in favor of staring gobsmacked up at him. “Omg babes did I like black out or did he teleport cause dayum!” Marvus’ near livid red eyes softened a shade towards orange in confusion. “Exactly how drunk are you right now?” You asked them in amusement. “Ooooo what’s that earth show saying thang??? Oh! Oh! Oh! I found a liquor store and I drank it! Yeah! That’s the one.” “Let’s call you a cab then.”
“Awww but I wanna party!” Their arms wrapped around you in a vice as they pouted down at you. The shiny metallic sequins of their crop top were digging into your skin and you had a suspicion that there would be glitter in your hair for days to come. A low growl emanated from above you and to both your horror and amusement the teal blew a raspberry at him.
“Ay tealz, wat tha fck you think you doin?”
“I am having a great time with my new bestie! Now buzz off grumpy pants!” They pointed a finger right in Marvus’ face causing him to go cross eyed and threw their legs over you to practically sit in your lap. Oh, you needed their name and number because they were now your favorite person. Giggling hysterically you patted their knee. Marvus was starting to look somewhere between murderous and exasperated.
“That’s my matesprite yo’ dumbass is feelin’ up tealz.”
“Omggg you two are together together?? That’s adorable!” And yet they didn’t budge an inch.
“Marvus could you help me get them into a cab?” You asked earning another whine from them.
“But the party isn’t even over yet!”
“Ye, but it be lookin like you dun had enough.” Marvus ground out.
It took you wrapping an arm around their waist and half dragging half herding them towards the exit before they stopped whining. Marvus had been more than happy to clear the way and get them a cab which is when the night went from interesting to insane. Marvus had been trying to subtly goad the teal off of you as you waited for a cab but they had simply wrapped themselves more firmly around you. As the time for the cab dragged on Marvus continued to grow more agitated until finally, finally, the cab pulled up.
“We should go to another party.” Ellari- you’d finally gotten a name- slurs cheerfully attempting to drag you with them to the cab. Marvus takes a step towards the both of you. “I think it’s closing time for you.” You reply. Ellari pouts exaggeratedly and pulls you into a hug. “Well you better call meee! I need a party buddy!” “Of course, of course-,” You yelp suddenly when they pull back and with a wicked grin move faster than any drunk has any right to move. “See ya next time babe!” They shout diving into the cab as quickly as their stilettoes would allow.
“You sneaky mother-,” Marvus snarls suddenly lunging for the cab as it speeds off. He spends a moment swearing at the rapidly speeding cab as it escapes and you place a hand on your rear still stinging with the slap. As the situation finally catches up with you a laugh begins to bubble up. Marvus whirls around to look at you completely bewildered as you start to cackle until tears streak down from the corners of your eyes.
“Wats so damn funny babes?” He asks warily eyes narrowing slightly. You shake your head still laughing too hard to speak as he approaches you. Its not until he bends down to be level with you that the laughter begins to die off. There’s a look in his eyes that’s familiar and sends your stomach in nervous knots. A plotting look of suspicion that turns his eyes dark.
“Were you tryna make a clown jealous baby?”
Oh shit.
A shark like grin spreads across his face and before you can explain he has you up in his arms.
Officially screwed is putting it lightly.
YES. GOOOODDDDD. XD The Dorito Clown roast was great! Next request! Some stupid troll red flirting with reader while Marv is like, right there. Maybe reader plays coy to piss Marvus off. Xoxo, ♦️Anon
You have no idea the joy this request just gave me. Finally an excuse to do some casual worldbuilding. Or would it be behavior building? Either way, any excuse to slip in some troll romance headcanons is fine by me! I’ll have it up soon and I hope you’ll enjoy it! Thank you again for the wonderful requests Diamond Anon!
Hey! Your writing was awesome! I've just discovered Marvus and his clowny glory a little but ago. So I've been binging his tags. Can I get a thing about his makeup? Kinda like Clowndaydreams' post about it if you want some direction! Thank youuuu! (O3<)~♡
Babe, you have no idea the power you just handed me. Like. Words cannot express the unholy glee that currently possesses me. I am gonna assume you want headcanons instead of an actual fic but if you wanted an actual fic feel free to send in another ask. Thank you so much for the compliment by the way! I’m glad people are enjoying my writing! I’m also gonna apologise because I wasn’t exactly sure what all you wanted me to cover and couldn’t really find the post mentioned (tumblr likes to test me some days I swear) so if I missed something or didn’t get it right just pop up in my inbox again no sweat!
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Okay so to start this off:
- Clowns get personal when it comes to the paint. It's a huge part of their identity and while things about the paint can change with time- it's all extremely well thought out.
- Marvus is not an exception to this. Every part of his persona lends to his paint and vise versa.
- Clowns, as a virtue, are rarely ever barefaced. If you manage to see one without their makeup then you’re both in it for the long haul.
- Marvus is a little more touchy about the paint than others would assume. There are a lot of people who want to know what he looks like underneath and so he’s extremely hesitant to get anywhere near close enough to someone for something like that. He’s extremely wary when it starts getting to that point and has crashed and burned some of his own relationships out of fear that they’re just gonna snap some pictures and run for the hills.
- You will know when he’s getting to that point because your man is suddenly showing the worse of himself in the days coming up to it. He’s putting you through the gauntlet just to make absolutely sure you’re as committed as he is in this relationship.
- One would assume that he’d take it off to sleep and to a point- yes. He does. Usually. But Marvus isn’t about to risk it with a quad. There’s gonna be a lot of sleeping separately when he’s truly, honestly, sleeping. Naps can be had together as he’s naturally prone to wake up at the slightest hint of a disturbance. But just sleeping together where he’s down and out for the count? Nope. Which brings me to another point.
- Marvus putting you through the gauntlet (which is almost like he’s suddenly flipping quads on you- he isn’t but it feels like it) is also him sleeping over a lot more. He stays up until you fall asleep though. Its his contemplation time which is really just him overthinking lol.
-When he does show you what his bare face looks like you’re gonna notice a sudden flip back to being the dumbass you know and love complete with an apology. He’s gonna go back to being sweet for a while. When you’re settling back in is when he’s gonna pull this off. He asks to spend the night which isn’t unusual anymore and when you go to bed he’ll wait a moment before washing off the paint and joining you. You might not notice until morning when he’s in the bathroom putting it back on again.
- How you react is how well this is gonna go over. Try not to make a big deal out of it as you being calm will keep Marvus calmed. Make no mistake, he looks nonchalant about this but its a huge thing for him and if you act like its a big deal he’s gonna get a little shy about it. Cringing away from it all until he gets used to it. You being calm, however, means that he’s gonna settle into this quicker.
- I kind of derailed for a moment so whoops. Let me rectify that!
-I headcanon clown face ‘paint’ as being a pretty wide variety of things. Like most clowns use greasepaint but there's more than just that. There’s powder-based, regular face paint like the type you’d get at a fair, airbrush styled, and more. It just depends on the troll.
- Marvus does not use greasepaint. He uses either the powder-based stuff which is a lot like human makeup and less lightly to get runny or melt when he’s performing or the airbrushed type. Both are extremely resilient and damn near impossible to smudge. Which is perfect for him even if it means a little extra scrubbing to remove it.
- For clowns putting on the paint is fairly ritualistic. There’s no damn way you’re gonna be allowed to put it on them for them. Though Marvus may be convinced to let you watch and/or hand him the things he needs. Even that much is considered pushing it but Marvus is noticeably more relaxed than others if you manage to get to that point.
- However, if you ever reach up and smooth out a little uneven line? Marvus is probably gonna look at you like you’re his entire world. Which at that point you pretty much are.
- As far as makeup goes its a fairly universal thing in Alternian culture. At least in more modern times. Its like how makeup is on earth though clowns put a more personal take on it.
- He’s not gonna bat an eye at your own makeup if you have it. Hell, he’s gonna wanna tag along to see what you like and where you go to get it. He’s also gonna know what makeup you use the most of and will be keeping it stocked in his hive and also with him on tour on the off chance you happen to drop in. He’s got you in this regard.
- I should mention that if you were to turn this into a two way street, Marvus is gonna get real emotional real quick. Its a culture difference thing. For clowns keeping another’s paint- especially the exact type the other uses for them?- is a way of saying you’re in this forever. Now, Marvus isn’t gonna assume things with this because he knows the other castes don’t have such a heavy emphasis on this shit and assumes its a similar thing with humans. Its gonna lead to a pretty long discussion and probably one of the few times he’s gonna be serious. He may even drop the quirk just to make sure the point gets across.
- If you still insist though? Good luck ever getting rid of him. Or rather, you’re gonna have to hold him back from trying to get at anyone- and I do mean anyone- trying at the quad you share with him. He also extends this same violence to others that think they can jeopardize his quad by flirting and getting handsy with him. Marvus may be the alpha fuckboi amongst the fuckbrothers of the fuckboi fraternity but at this point? He is certainly not as lackadaisical about people coming onto him as he used to be. There is now a hard limit set in place and people better respect it. He’s gonna be a little more violence-prone until everything settles and he feels secure in the relationship again. You might have to bodily get between him and a few people (looking at Zebruh as the only fool stupid enough to push his luck) but the violence is pretty easy to distract from.
It was actually sweltering outside, genuinely so hot you felt like you were back on Alternia during the dawn and your ass was about to be fried extra crispy. Your poor ac unit was giving its all but even that wasn’t enough to cool you down. It was barely enough to push around the stagnant air in your living room. You’d traded in your normal attire for shorts and a thin tank top that was near see through from your sweat. As far as you were concerned you were practically dying. Which was saying something as your time on Alternia had made it nigh impossible to truly feel like you were about to melt into a human skin puddle. Marvus, the bastard, seemed completely fine walking around in his day off clothes like it was a gentle summer night and not the scorching hell of being far too close to the sun. It made begrudging sense considering he naturally ran somewhere around freezing cold. An absolute nightmare in the winter when he tried to snuggle close because humans ran so hot. You were not his living hot water bottle and you’d be damned before he made you freeze to death. Even so you still always made sure to keep an electric blanket or three on hand during the winter months.
Now though, well, it was time for revenge. You were dying of heat stroke and were now going to use Marvus’ natural coldness to your advantage. If you got to inadvertently snuggle with your matesprit, well- that was just a bonus.
“Hey babe,” You called out teasingly the plan already forming, “So I was thinking...”
“Yeah? Whatcha thinkin bout?” He was already shuffling closer a bottle of faygo in hand. Absolutely clueless about what you were planning. Perfect.
“You’re built exactly like an ice cream cone.”
“Wh-,”
“Like, babe, your body is a t-pose.”
“Oh-,”
“Your pecs are bigger than the pillows on the couch.” As predicted he tossed the faygo aside in order to grab you and toss you over a shoulder. His skin was exactly as cool as you had predicted. Sweet relief flooded through you as he soaked up some of the heat still clinging to your everything. His usual day off clothes consisted mostly of a pair of baggy sweatpants and sometimes a black tank top that was stretched so tightly over him it left little to the imagination. Most times he walked around your house without a shirt because none of the people who liked to photograph him knew where you lived. Today, however, was one of the rare times he wore his sweats with an honest to god t-shirt. Still in that iconic black that trolls seemed to love so much, it highlighted the fact he was indeed built like the entire letter ‘T’.
“Babe, you’re a Dorito.” You laughed and he tossed you unceremoniously onto the couch.
“Why you gotta roast me like dis babe? E’ery chance you be gettin’ you shoot harder than tha profs.”
“I’m not taking shit from someone whose body type is ‘upside down pear’.” You shot back with a grin. Marvus’ shoulders shook with suppressed laughter as he crawled onto the couch after you- careful not to accidentally squish you underneath him. Taking a moment to be a little soft with him you let your hands glide firmly over his chest and across his shoulders until you were gently cupping his biceps. Truthfully you enjoyed how Marvus looked, a little added bonus to the reasons you liked him so damn much. Plus you were going to use those bara tiddies of his as a cool pillow the minute you were able to get him under you. It was a game the two of you played.
“Fuckin’ reverse triangle lookin’ motherfucker.” You teased already shifting enough for him to slide down next to you. It wasn’t an easy feat, this couch barely held two humans laying down much less an entire extra heaping of clown. He was laughing now, small genuine chuckles that were more puffs of air than actual sound. Moving until you were laying sprawled across his chest and stomach. Resting your chin in his cleavage you smiled down at him.
“Ya horrible babe.”
“Good luck returning me without a receipt.” You snorted causing his entire body to shake with a laugh.
“Shit we been knew. I ain’t sendin’ yo mean lil ass to tha los’ n foun’.” He grinned- sharp teeth easily on display. Once upon a time you might have been a little unsettled by those fangs so close to your face but now all you felt was a sort of contentment. Making him smile something other than his usual ‘show biz’ grin always filled you with a sense of pride. “Besides,” His grin turned to a more sly smile, “We all knows that yo ass be gettin’ real fuckin’ friendly with these.” His hand came up to push you further into his cleavage and your snort turned full blown cackling was muffled as you smacked at whatever you could reach. God, what a nerd. You loved him to pieces.
That was so good! I was the requester for part 2. I warn you I'm about to lightly flood you with a bunch of stuff to work on at your descretion. I will also make myself because why not and so you can pick and choose when to answer if needed. I am Diamond Anon. Can I maybe get Reader teasing Marvus for being so top heavy even if they are openly partial to the legendary titties?
Diamond Anon please open the flood gates I am begging lmao. Also thank you for another wonderful request! I’ll have it up in a few! Feel free to continue requesting and don’t be shy to specify. Have a great day/night!
You’d been scrambling to work with Tagora and the others to come up with a way to cover Marvus’ blunder. It wasn’t like you could sweep it underneath the metaphorical rug or anything, it’d have to be addressed at some point, and soon if you wanted to avoid a good deal of the drama. As it stood, you’d both have to do an interview. A strictly regulated interview, of course, but an interview nonetheless. Something about salvaging your images. Not like you had an image to salvage. Marvus was the star here and you were just the friendly human. Never before had you been so happy for having only the most dumbass shit on your accounts paired with enough vague nonsense no one would look deeper than ‘bumbling newbie to concert got lucky and swept into a whirlwind romance’. The type of shit every fan wished would happen to them.
A perfect cover.
You might even be able to save your privacy if you played up the newbie act. It wouldn’t exactly be hard. In all honesty you didn’t pay much attention to Marvus’ work other than that first concert and whatever he deigned important enough to share with you. Mostly your thoughts on cover art for albums. You were his human sounding board when it came to those things. Other than the odd question you were just along for the ride. The two of you had built your relationship outside of the limelight which is another reason it had lasted longer than his other relationships. You were his break from stardom and as far as you were concerned Marvus was just another troll. One with plenty of perks but still just an ordinary person. So, it wouldn’t be hard to play the idiot in this. Even if you knew exactly what you were stepping into at the start of this relationship.
Absorbed in your own share of work going through the preplanned script for a, now inevitable, interview you didn’t hear the lock on your door click or the muffled squeak of the front door’s rusting hinges. No, as you grumbled and griped to no one in particular about idiot juggalos and how you were going to beat them with their own clown shoes- Marvus was free to slip in quietly and stand in the doorway of the living room where you were typing away. If you had seen him and the smug little smile on his face you would have launched a pillow at his face no mercy. But he had every right to be smug. He’d been debating dropping hints about your relationship for some time now. The only reason he’d held back for so long was because it meant throwing you into the middle of the lion’s den. He simply couldn’t bring himself to do that to you. It was why he’d caved so quickly to his PR team’s demands. If they wanted to keep the relationship private then he had no qualms with it. Having you all to himself was a welcomed distraction from everything he put out in the open to please his fans. You weren’t one of the screaming masses, not some simple fan who wanted to claw their way into his life, you were simply his. You never saw him as Marvus The Performer, you saw him as Marvus The Person. Marvus your matesprit. Though, he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity now that it was out in the open. He wouldn’t ever have to pretend to be a concerned friend when people blatantly flirted with you. Wouldn’t have to play off his jealousy as simple attention seeking. You were his matesprit and those fuckers were lucky he didn’t straight out attack them. He would have been well within his rights to do it. Messiah’s knew he’d come close to throwing caution to the wind when it came to you. Only an idiot would try for a red quad with you now that Marvus was in the picture. It made him smile.
“You gonna stand there like the cat who ate the canary or are you gonna help me fix this?” You huffed when you finally noticed him. He had the decency to look a little sheepish as he plopped down on the couch to read over the shit show his team was trying to wrangle into submission.
“You know I wasn’t doin’ that shit on purpose right?” He asked after a moment of nothing but the cold shoulder. Usually you were happy to greet him with a smile and a kiss when he stopped by. Something he looked forward to every time he got to see you. Now you were too absorbed in work to offer him more than a glance. Your fingers slowed and the rapid tapping dwindled to nothing as you sighed.
“I know, honestly I’m impressed we kept it under wraps this long.” You gave a small chuckle and shook your head. There was a hint of a smile playing on your lips and it made Marvus relax. As long as you weren’t truly angry with him he’d be fine. And you weren’t- not really- a little miffed but nothing serious. Seeing him relax and start grinning in that smug way again reminded you of your earlier promise though. With no warning you smacked him once- as hard as you could- in the arm. It’d do little more than shock him- the bastard. As predicted he jumped and swiveled his head to look at you in surprise.
“Wh-,”
You didn’t give him the moment to speak as you glanced away long enough from your work to give him a kiss. He blinked at you silently until it caught up to him and a lazy grin spread across his face. Turning back to the laptop you felt his arms snake around you and ever so carefully drag you closer to him. You had a feeling you weren’t going to be getting much done now as he pressed a kiss just behind your ear.
Can we see what happens when Marvus does get there after the tweet?
You got it! I'll upload a part two sometime today! Thank you for the request.
You were going to fucking kill that clown. Marvus had honked his last horn, you were actually going to end up in jail for killing a celebrity and it was this fool. All because he’d done the one thing you both agreed not to do. The one thing you swore up and down to his PR team that wouldn’t happen. Staring down at the tweet and watching the count of likes and retweets climb you could feel your blood pressure rise in sync with it. A simple dumbass selfie you had sent Marvus in pesterchum of all things was going viral. Alarmingly so. People were losing their mind over it. With good reason. Your anonymity had been tossed out the window like an empty can down a school hallway. Marvus was dead to you now. It was a pity because the caption he’d replied with was very sweet. The type of thing that you two teased each other with in private. And that was the key word wasn’t it? Private.
You’d been doing your thing downtown when you spotted one of his new posters on display and because you knew Marvus would think it was hilarious you’d scribbled a mustache on it and posed for a selfie. One of you sticking your tongue out as he liked to in the majority of photos with the caption ‘I didn’t know you were growing a mustache’ and a little emoji heart. Lovingly mocking him because you knew you could. The type of shit you usually sent each other to make the other laugh. The problem was that he had saved the picture and uploaded it to chittr. Of course it wasn’t the first picture he’d ever uploaded of you or both of you doing something stupid. It was the type of content that was fairly common to see on both your timelines. There was an embarrassing picture of you brushing your teeth with toothpaste foam everywhere and a rats nest on his account he’d lovingly referred to as ‘rabid human free to a good home’. Only this time Marvus had confirmed the one question you both had agreed to leave well enough alone for your sake and the sanity of his PR team. You could feel the headache forming as you sat on your couch in your own house and plotted how exactly you were going to wring his neck when he towered above you. Surely his PR team would give you a boost in this hypothetical situation. Tagora would, of course, be your defense attorney when you went on trial. It’d be a short trial with you coming away claiming innocence and taking every penny that used to belong to Marvus as compensation. Only fair in such a situation. You’d even be benevolent and split the fortune with his team and sympathetic band mates. Taking a deep breath you picked up your phone again. Opening Chittr you avoided looking at the now famous tweet as you slid into Marvus’ private chat and stared down, unsure what the hell you were going to say.
‘Hey Marvus what the fuck?’
‘ayyy bby whts up?’
‘Youre causing a scandal Marvus what the fuck.’
‘???’
There was a moment of complete radio silence and you realized just at the same time Marvus did what exactly happened.
‘oh fxck’
He’d meant to forward that to his band and had instead uploaded your selfie and ‘flushed as fxck for dis mean lil criminal mf’ to chittr. The disbelieving laugh that left you was hideous and heartfelt as you put your head in your hands and wheezed. The PR team and Tagora were going to kill you both. If Marvus’ rabid fans didn’t get you first.
‘if your fans kill me I’m coming to haunt your ass’
‘fair’
Dear god you were actually in a relationship with this moron. You couldn’t wait to smack him and kiss his dumbass face when he inevitably showed up at your door.
You first saw him again on TV of all things. Some nameless talk show that played so late at night it could almost be considered early morning. You wouldn’t have paid it any mind- just simple white noise as you tried to convince your body to just sleep. Of course, sleep was made impossible when you registered exactly who was on your shitty little TV. Wide awake and in disbelief you watched Marvus go through those familiar routines you’d come to expect from him a life time ago. He was selling his act so well you knew that the reviews would be a never ending loop of praise. It wasn’t at all surprising of him and you found yourself smiling as fragments of old memories floated to the surface. Knowing him he’d collapse on the first vaguely soft surface he found and sleep well into the afternoon before his PR team blew up his phone. The thought finally drew you into action. Pulling out your phone you opened up Chittr for the first time in a long time and set about finding Marvus. It wasn’t hard. Finding a celebrity was always the easy part. Shooting off a friend request you hoped he’d see it. With luck he might realize it was you and accept. You didn’t bother with anything else as you turned off the TV. It wasn’t helping you sleep and Marvus wouldn’t see your request until the weekend if at all. Trudging from the couch to your bed you contemplated texting Polypa. She was always ready to talk with you when you couldn’t sleep. It was tempting- especially if she felt like sneaking into your house to spend time with you. She never asked for an invite, always just showing up on your couch or already in your bed. A long time ago you might have been put out by that. But it was a long time ago for a reason. Now you were used to the casual breaking and entering she did. You’d offered to let her live with you but she’d told you that she hadn’t wanted anything in her job leading back to you. It didn’t surprise you that she was still an assassin even on Earth. She was good at what she did.
Flopping down onto your bed you let your phone drop onto the mattress with you. Sleep was slow coming but it was coming. Finally. Eyes closing you could feel your body start to sink further into sleep like a rock in water. Which was, of course, the moment your phone buzzed with a notification. Snatching it up off the bed you glared blurry eyed down at it until your sight finally focused.
Marvus accepted your friend request!
Oh, well then. It looked as if things were looking up. With a smile you set your phone back down and closed your eyes. Your phone buzzed again and figuring it might be Marvus you picked it back up.
Zebruh sent you a friend request!
Oh hell no.