idlehercules

[idlehercules]

I’m going Multi-muse!

I can’t keep up with the number of muses I have all on separate blogs, so I’m finally biting that bullet I’ve been avoiding. I understand if you don’t want to continue interacting with me as a result, but all future threads will be done at devilsofcrime.tumblr.com

This account will NOT be getting deleted as I am saving it as an archive, so you can message me on either account to let me know if you want to carry our current threads over!

[idlehercules]

Gueulemer more than happily made a mental note to himself that playing with his ear was definitely something he would want to do again. To hear him cry out and to hear him beg sent a shock through his spine and directly into his aching hard on. He groaned deep in his throat and purred in his ear, "You're lucky I always have a condom handy." A few loose, sloppier kisses to his cheek and temple and he pulled back, fumbling in his back pocket before producing a condom and a couple single-use packets of lube which he held in a loose fist. His lips slightly parted, lids heavy over dark eyes, his expression was ravenous and barely contained. The condom and lube were haphazardly set on the floor in reach before his hands reoccupied themselves with Montparnasse's belt, simultaneously gasping, "Take your shirt off for me, baby."

“I dare you to kiss me.” (idlehercules)

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Montparnasse looked up from the book he was reading, and raised an eyebrow, “Well you know I can’t pass up a dare,” he set the book down and walked over to Gueulemer, shocked that this was happening, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cradle the back of the other man’s head, planting a deep firm kiss, “Does that suffice?” He whispered after breaking away.

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Montparnasse arched into his touch, all of his sounds caught in the kiss. His breath hitching continously as Gueulemer’s hand wandered lower and lower. His hips twitched and he whimpered pitifully needing more contact, his hands wandering down his lover’s back until he was squeezing his ass. His eyes had slipped shut, he couldn’t get enough, every but of friction he could get made him ache all the more. He had never been with someone who had him nearing the breaking point of begging so quickly.

Breaking away with a gasp, he paused a moment just to enjoy how close to falling apart the other man looked beneath him, a positively fiendish lopsided grin practically splitting his face. Then he was trailing kisses and small bites along his jaw to his ear, using his lips and teeth alike to alternate softer and sharper teasing as he sucked on the lobe or allowed his teeth to scrape the delicate skin. The hand between Montparnasse’s legs grasped as the inside of his thigh before dancing light as goosedown over the bulge and up to his waistline, running along it and slipping just underneath as he passed his hip again.

“I dare you to kiss me.” (idlehercules)

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Montparnasse looked up from the book he was reading, and raised an eyebrow, “Well you know I can’t pass up a dare,” he set the book down and walked over to Gueulemer, shocked that this was happening, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cradle the back of the other man’s head, planting a deep firm kiss, “Does that suffice?” He whispered after breaking away.

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Montparnasse made a happy sound at the praise not even able to form a verbal response. He kissed back, slipping his tongue into his lover’s mouth with a whine. That was all the encouragement he needed to wrap around him. His arms and legs looping around him, moaning into his mouth as he rolled his hips back against him. He couldn’t believe how needy he was already becoming, quickly unravelling but he wanted to see how far Gueulemer took this.

Gueulemer kept the kiss going, matching the depth with a deep pleased groan. Once he felt Montparnasse wrapped around him he angled slightly higher on one side to give himself room, running his hand around to his front over his ribs, down his stomach, and just grazed over the fabric between his legs. He would have grinned with satisfaction at his effects on the other were he not so deep in the kiss with his lips sealed over his.

“I dare you to kiss me.” (idlehercules)

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Montparnasse looked up from the book he was reading, and raised an eyebrow, “Well you know I can’t pass up a dare,” he set the book down and walked over to Gueulemer, shocked that this was happening, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cradle the back of the other man’s head, planting a deep firm kiss, “Does that suffice?” He whispered after breaking away.

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Montparnasse moaned lowly at the friction suddenly so aware of how badly he had needed it. He tilted his head to give Gueulemer as much access as he wanted, his moan breaking off into a higher gasp as his lover’s hands were on his skin now, he arched into his touch. He almost didn’t understand the question he was so distracted by the breath against his skin, but when he heard the word ‘daddy’ at the end he nodded immediately, before the words came, “I love that. I’m going to be such a good boy for daddy,” his breath shakier than before, that was one of his bigger kinks to be honest but they weren’t going to stop and have that discussion. He was glad to know how well they synced up on multiple levels.

Gueulemer ached from how responsive he was under his touch. His noises were so pretty, the way he moved beneath him so intoxicating, but he had to keep his head. He had a promised to keep and that was to keep driving him until he broke. Still, when he agreed to calling him daddy it shot straight though him and he raised his head to look him in the eye, his own rich brown eyes blown nearly black from his own arousal as he smiled down at him with a soft, “Good boy,” before kissing him deep and slow. Meanwhile, he reached down lower, hooking his hand underneath his thigh and hiked his leg up in a wordless encouragement to wrap around him and ground against him again.

“I dare you to kiss me.” (idlehercules)

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Montparnasse looked up from the book he was reading, and raised an eyebrow, “Well you know I can’t pass up a dare,” he set the book down and walked over to Gueulemer, shocked that this was happening, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cradle the back of the other man’s head, planting a deep firm kiss, “Does that suffice?” He whispered after breaking away.

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💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? ☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run?

💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time?

A lot of times at different levels. Stuff as small as being the one in the room when his grandparents’ dog knocked over a lamp and being the one blamed for it. Stuff as big as his prison sentence getting extended because he got between two people fighting and getting blamed as being an instigator.

✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time?

He just wants to have a good life with friends and love. Now that he has them, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe, no matter what that means. He’s already been to prison, so he figures it’s better if he’s the only that gets caught and sent back than one of his colleagues that hasn’t.

☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run?

He’s been pretty healthy overall, actually. Though he has gotten food poisoning from his own cooking. He’s fine, now, but boy was it unpleasant at the time.

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2, 3, 16

2. What made you decide to write this muse?

I just ended up with enough headcanons for him, his mannerisms, backstory, and opinions that I ended thinking ‘why not?’

3. If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

It’s hard to think about changing anything important in a life because it is the experiences one has that creates who they are. That said, it would be interesting to see how his life would have turned out if he had never spent time in prison (in both verses).

16. In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Well, I’m definitely more booksmart, but is that necessarily always better? Gueulemer is definitely better in that he’s physically fit and is capable of a lot more physically than I am.

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📿💊💞

📿: Have they ever had a supernatural experience?

Don’t ever try to convince him it isn’t real, but he hears his granddad’s voice sometimes ever since he passed. It feels almost physical like he’s hearing it, but not quite. The voice says things his granddad would have said like, “Didn’t you forget something?”, “Where were you last night?”, “Go see if your Nana needs anything.” He ‘hears’ two other voices that he’s heard for all his life, but he can’t make out any words. It’s too garbled. A man and a woman’s voice each. He assumes it’s his parents. Those three voices all together seem to almost follow him wherever he goes. Other voices he’ll occasionally hear only in a specific place and sometimes he can understand what they’re saying, others not, and it scares the living shit out of him because sometimes they tell him that they died there and they’re scared, or how they died, or threaten him because of one reason or another. He wishes it would stop, that he didn’t have to hear the voices, but he’s stuck with it.

💊: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds?

Yes. Mostly just weed, but he’s tried a lot of things. He was fondest of psychedelics when he was exploring more.

💞: What was their first love like?

His first was a lot like a lot of highschool romances. It was over before it started. Everything about them differed, except that they were both lonely teenagers who thought they were ready for relationships and weren’t.

Gueulemer walked that line between loner and class clown because he had already long lost interest in academics. The other boy was a bit of an egghead, always with his nose in a book and with nearly perfect grades across the board, and started to fall into the same camp as most others--that Gueulemer was just too lazy to put in the effort when, in reality, he was a lot smarter than he let on, he just could not learn effectively from books and lectures and generally the whole setup of public schooling just resulted in his thoughts either wandering or shutting off completely. The two of them were going okay for a while, they just didn’t really talk. Every time they were together they were on one another physically, kissing, groping, etc, and avoiding the conversations they needed to have been having to make it work. 

They broke up in under three months and never spoke again.

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Montparnasse squeaked as Gueulemer’s hand reached his ass. The growl keeping his blush firmly in place, he swallowed, unable to hide how turned on he was by it. He let himself be lowered, shocked by the voracious nature his lover had taken. He moaned at the bites to his neck his eyes fluttering, he whimpered softly, a surge of warmth at the idea of being teased until he couldn’t take it anymore, it was electric and heavy. Soft gasps passing his lips at being groped, “God, I’m going to beg so pretty for you,” he promised, his hands grasping at the cushions, so overwhelmed by the moment, “What do you want me to call you?” He asked wanting to give the other just that much more power. He was going to be the most well behaved sub that his boyfriend had ever seen. He was already so responsive to his touch, and slipping into that floating space that felt perfect.

A deep, throaty, pleased sound rumbled low in his throat as he listened to Montparnasse’s promise. “I can’t wait to hear it.” He rolled his hips against him to give both of them a precious moment of friction and sucked a dark mark into his neck high enough it would be difficult to hide. Hands slipped under his shirt to keep touching him directly now, committing every contour to memory. Close enough his breath would still be hot against the skin of his throat made even more sensitive by his ministrations, he broke from demands into a question, though it was still with the tone of a statement, “How do you feel about ‘daddy?’”

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Montparnasse looked up from the book he was reading, and raised an eyebrow, “Well you know I can’t pass up a dare,” he set the book down and walked over to Gueulemer, shocked that this was happening, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cradle the back of the other man’s head, planting a deep firm kiss, “Does that suffice?” He whispered after breaking away.

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Montparnasse blushed unable to form a response before he was lost in the kiss again. He felt himself practically clawing at Gueulemer, his hands slipping down the other’s back as he grew desperate for more. He panted softly when they broke apart his face flushing further. “I want more. I- I want you to touch me, and I want to make you feel good however I can. Whatever way you’d like best,“he nipped at his neck whining again, "I think I’d like it best if you had your way with me, and told me how to please you,” he whispered in his ear, that shyness coming over him again. He wasn’t even worried about them moving too fast, he didn’t care this was what he wanted right now.

“Then more you’ll get,” Gueulemer growled. The hand that had been at Montparnasse’s hip dipped lower onto his ass and pulled him tight against himself. With an even lower sound, he turned the both of them on the sofa and lowered his lover to the cushions on his back. Climbing on top of him, he attacked his jaw and throat with kisses and bites, before whispering close to his ear, “I’m going to tease you until you can’t help but beg. That’s what I want.” He then dropped his head lower to lay hard kisses down the line of his throat, his entire body lower until they were pressed together with almost his full weight pinning him down so his hands were free to finally explore, touching and grasping everywhere he could reach.

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Montparnasse looked up from the book he was reading, and raised an eyebrow, “Well you know I can’t pass up a dare,” he set the book down and walked over to Gueulemer, shocked that this was happening, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cradle the back of the other man’s head, planting a deep firm kiss, “Does that suffice?” He whispered after breaking away.