#daddy marcus

[daltoncharm]

Acacius has been calling out to me, whispering, "beautiful, what if we...." He sighs in my ear, "let me show you what could be." His sweet nothings and the rich timbre of his voice have seduced me and I've let him come play...

A sample that sets the stage for some 18+ / MDNI / NON-CON / DDDNE in an upcoming dark!Acacius x f!reader fic

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You get up unsteadily, overwhelmed with the effects of the wine. Acacius quickly stands next to you, wrapping one of his wide muscular arms around your shoulders, holding you against his solid frame to steady you. You're flooded with his scent of cedar and leather and musk, intoxicated with the smooth heat of his skin, your senses amplified by the wine. Your awkward limbs keep stumbling despite Acacius’ strength. He grunts impatiently and quickly bends to put his arm behind your knees, muttering gruffly as he lifts you, "Guess I have to carry you to bed." His thick hardened fingers flex around your legs as he gathers you up tightly in his arms. You're too overcome by the wine to protest or even be embarrassed, you just let yourself be carried. Acacius feels so warm. So strong. Where his fingers grasp your bare legs you feel an undercurrent rippling, electricity that somehow also grounds you and makes you feel secure and full. Like all you need is right here, right now in this moment with him. Like you’re more solid, more real, more alive.

Acacius holds you so the side of your breast and belly are pressed firmly against him, his big fingers flexing around your bare knees again, your skin thrumming from his touch. You cling to the thickly roped muscles of his neck and chest like you’re drowning. They feel powerful, solid, immovable, like he’s a living marble statue. This close to him, even in your hazy state, you notice the gleaming russet undertones in his large brown eyes. You admire the softness of his chestnut curls at the nape of his neck as your fingers idly comb through them, they’re so soft for such a hard man. As you run your fingers through his hair, Acacius hums lowly and just looks at you quietly, with a small smile tugging at his lips and the russet in his eyes glinting. For a second you think that he’s enjoying this even more than you are, but you’re also lost in the sensations of being held by him, lost in simply admiring him. You think he defines ruggedly handsome, the scars and deep lines on his face a testament to his experience and strength, they only add to his beauty and commanding regal presence. You smile, thinking he has the perfect Roman nose, wanting to stay in his arms just like this, forever.

But just then Acacius reaches your chamber. He bends deep with a low grunt as he lays you on your bed. You reluctantly start to slide your arms from his neck as he begins to pull away slightly, your face inches from his, and his dark eyes meet yours with a small lopsided grin. The kind of grin a cat wears when he’s been in the cream.

I don't have a computer so writing is super tedious, bear with me. And I want to make sure I portray this version of Acacius well, in all his glory, so it might be a while. When I read dark Acacius fics, this is always the version I wish he was 🥴 This Acacius? He will have you fully and completely and you will worship him like the Roman god he is.

[trentaafcsblog]

8 w rash?

Prompts - Kisses

8. Public kiss

“I shouldn’t be eating this” Marcus is telling you before letting his tongue swipe across the huge sphere of strawberry ice cream balanced perfectly on top of the chocolate-dipped cone - his choice since he let you pick the flavour. “Nobody’s making you” you tease, your comment earning you a gentle dig in the ribs and eliciting the biggest giggle, knowing you’ve stood him up with that one. “I can’t help it when it’s this nice, can I?” he’s smiling, his tongue working its way around the edge to prevent any of the ice cream dripping onto his hand, a satisfied hum escaping as the flavour coats his taste buds. “I dunno, I’ve hardly had chance to try it because you’ve eaten it all” you giggle, the majority of your shared ice cream disappearing into the mouth of the person who claimed that he didn’t want one, leaving you with just the gnarled end of the cone because it’s ‘too crunchy’ for Marcus. “Here, try some” he’s saying, catching you out as you stop in your tracks beside him. Hardly having chance to process what he’s just said before he’s smashing his lips against yours in the middle of the park, his tongue creeping into your mouth just enough to be able to allow you to taste the sweet treat that you’ve been craving all afternoon, a faint chocolate aftermath from where he’s nibbled away at the wafer cone before deciding that he’s had enough. “Happy now?” he’s asking, giving you no other option than to nod your head, his idea of sharing ice cream suddenly becoming much better than yours.

[licensetocannibalize]

i’m adding the exorcist to the list of tv series there will be no forgiveness for having cancelled

[daltoncharm]

When you tell Marcus what's on your mind 🫦

[trentaafcsblog]

marcus and your baby thinking his accent is the funniest thing ever and giggles every time he says something

You’re not sure when Marcus’ accent became the source of entertainment in your house, but it has, your baby boy falling into a state of hysterics every time daddy says something remotely amusing, “aren’t you a chunky boy!” he’s cooing as he’s getting your little boy dressed for the day, tickling his chubby thighs which elicits a few gurgles from him, but it’s the fact that daddy’s said ‘chunky’ in his accent that sets him right off, letting out the biggest belly laugh at Marcus’ comment to the point where he gasping for air, “excuse me, what’s so funny about that?” he’s saying, pretending to be shocked, and again, it’s the way that daddy says ‘funny’ that causes another eruption of giggles, Marcus struggling to say anything without being made out to be a comedian

[trentaafcsblog]

could you do a big m little m one for marcus where they take their little girl to meet some of the united lads and shes really really shy but takes a liking to Paul cause he keeps making her laugh

She isn’t leaving Marcus’ side for a split second, clinging onto him for dear life and refusing to be put down, burying her head into his neck each time one of his teammates comes over to say hi and going all blushy when they compliment her pretty dress or the mini version of your handbag that she’s carrying, but there’s one person that Little M is being slight less shy with, and that’s Paul, something about the funny faces that he pulls and the way that he knows exactly where the ticklish spot on her neck is means that she just can’t help but giggle at him, everybody’s hearts melting as they watch Little M finally coming out of her shell

[trentaafcsblog]

going on a babymoon with marcus before the birth of you son🥺

“This is so nice” you’re whispering as the two of you stroll down the beach hand in hand, your growing tummy hidden beneath the most beautiful dress that matches Marcus’ dinner outfit, “can’t believe this is the last time me and you will go on holiday together” he’s saying, feeling quite emotional over the fact that you’ve been away every single year that you’ve known each other and the next time you hop on a plane will be with your baby boy, “we’ll be free again when he’s eighteen” you giggle, snuggling into Marcus’ side as the two of you make your way across the sand to dinner

[trentaafcsblog]

ohh for marcus, the personality of his son and daughter and what you think their names could be, please xx

So his daughter’s personality - I feel like she’d be super shy and such a daddy’s girl, always clinging onto him and refusing to let go, especially when she’s around people that she doesn’t know, and she’d always be looking after him just like you do, offering to get him a drink, or something to eat, and giving him little foot massages when she gets back from training - basically just a little angel

And his son’s personality - again, I feel like he’d be quite shy as well but when he’s around Uncle Jesse then his proper personality comes out, coming out with all kinds of funny things and making everybody laugh, wanting to be just like Marcus in terms of playing football and insisting that he does ‘daddy-style’ things too, like having a ‘shave’ and helping with the gardening

Girls names: Maya, Melodie or Myla

Boys names: Miles, Milan or Malachi