Grantaire. 22. College student. Artist. Musician. Drunk. Modern AU. Will RP with anyone, mun and muse are of age. I track the tag thoughtsfromacynic
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
In Heat - M!A
“I’m not hurting you right?”
“No,” he moaned out as he continued to move. He continued to stroke himself as he moved. “I swear..just keep going.”
Grantaire grabbed his cock and started thrusting faster kissing his neck and biting a little
In Heat - M!A
“Apollo are you okay” he whispered thrusting slowly
“I’m fine,” he answered, before meeting Grantaire’s thrusts. “Just.. adjusting, if you will.”
“I’m not hurting you right?”
In Heat - M!A
Grantaire pulled his fingers out and undid his pants quickly, thrusting into him slowly
Enjolras hissed as Grantaire entered him, though the small pain and discomfort quickly faded. “F-fuck,”he groaned out.
“Apollo are you okay” he whispered thrusting slowly
terribly-charming-montparnasse:
Jehan x Montparnasse
He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid. Yet he was intrepid.
Montparnasse was a child; less than twenty years of age, with a handsome face, lips like cherries, charming black hair, the brilliant light of springtime in his eyes; he had all vices and aspired to all crimes.
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
B-B-B-Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark, mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart
I’m in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you out of the cage
I’m a young lover’s rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
My songs know what you did in the dark
So light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
I’m on fire
So light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
I’m on fire
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Writers keep writing what they write
Somewhere another pretty vein just died
I’ve got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see
That you’re the antidote to everything except for me
A constellation of tears on your lashes
Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see
My songs know what you did in the dark
So light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
I’m on fire
So light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
I’m on fire
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
My songs know what you did in the dark
(My songs know what you did in the dark)
So light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
I’m on fire
So light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
Light ‘em up, up, up
I’m on fire
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
Magic Anons! [Anon specifies time for all of these]
Hot Lips: Aren't you the yummiest thing? Everybody who comes into your askbox finds themselves suddenly wanting to kiss you!
Social Pariah: Oh dear. You have an aura of repulsion around you which means your friends, lovers, and enemies find themselves unable to bear being near you for long.
Rumour Has It!: Psst, have you heard that one about....? You might not have, but everyone else has heard a bunch of delicious rumours about you. If you're particularly unfortunate, they may even have reached the news. Anon specifies the rumour.
In Heat: Someone's a little bit *needy*. Actually, you're so overcome with lust that you really, really need something to happen. Like, right now. And you'll whine pitifully until you get it.
Howl: You are now a werewolf, and sugar, it's full moon. Have fun with that.
Sensory Deprivation: You've just lost one of your five senses. Oh no! Anon specifies which you lose.
Freaky Friday: You just swapped bodies with one of your friends! Anon specifies who.
Walking Dead: It's the zombie apocalypse. You've just been thrown head first into it. Friends/followers of yours can join in too, if they want!
Sick: Oh dear, you're a little bit poorly with ------ [anon specifies]. Rest up, and get cuddles and chicken soup!
The Stork Has Come: Congratulations! You have a bundle of joy on the way!
Arrow of Cupid: You suddenly fall head over heels in love with whomever the anon specifies.
Duck: Guess what you've just been turned into. Quack, quack!
The Chosen One: You are suddenly the hero of a famous book or film. Worse, you still think you look like you, but everyone else sees *them* instead.
Let's Dance: You suddenly can't stop dancing. Worse, your dance moves look like your parents doing the macarena in 1999.
Blades at Dawn: Oh dear, you suddenly are filled with a desire to fight with everyone you meet!
Real Bad Things: You wake up after some time of excruciating pain to find yourself thirsting for something which sure as hell ain't water. Yep, you're now a fanged denizen of the night. If you were already a vampire, you're now a vampire hunter instead.
Thirteen, Going On...: Oh no, you're now thirteen again. Enjoy your renewed youth!
Violet, Sebastian: Whatever your gender is, you're now something else.
With a Smile and a Song: Yes, you're now a Disney Princess. No matter what your gender was before.
Mutant and Proud: You're now a mutant. Anon specifies what your power is...and who you work for.
Hail to the King: You now think you're the Ruler of your country. Nobody else agrees with you, understandably.
He's Gone: In an alternate universe, they're dead. Gone forever. Anon specifies who.
The Unsub: You suddenly have unholy rage, a score to settle, and a weapon to do it with.
Bibbity, bobbity, boo!: You're suddenly the Fairy Godmother/Father to your friends, able to grant their wishes.
Don't Stop Believin': You suddenly think you're in Glee, and keep breaking into song. Watch out for those slushies! If you really are in Glee, you're now Sue Sylvester.
Purple Fingernails: A china doll is following you around...and they're getting creepier. Are you scared yet?
Mad Man With a Box: Guess who you are for a day? If you already are the Doctor, then you're now a different version of yourself. Anon specifies which version you are.
You Need a Hug or Something?: You suddenly want to give hugs to everyone you meet. Regardless of whether you know and like them or not.
In Heat - M!A
Grantaire pressed a second finger in him with a moan, “Fuck Apollo”
He whined as a second finger slid into him. He slid a hand down, stroking his cock lightly. “Grantaire,” he moaned out.
“You ready?” He panted
He nodded, a whine slipping out of him.
Grantaire pulled his fingers out and undid his pants quickly, thrusting into him slowly
