Murderous Sin

18+, not safe for youngsters, stay tf off, you have been warned, I take no responsibility, blah blah. Main blog is @murder-schmurder, here it'll just be a lot of porn. icon credit @pistachiolan

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Thunderstorm

Prompt: 26. “Make my muse whimper” 

Ship: Analogical

Plot: Virgil discovers Logan is incredibly sensitive, but missing physical touch for a few months will do that to a person.

(A/N: I really love my touch-starved Logan content huh? Am I projecting? Yes. Do I care? No. Do I really need a hug? Absolutely)

Word Count: 2894

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this was really good and sweet!!

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heyo,a long time ago you posted a jackie x anti smut fic called "The kind of stuff you get up to in alleys (R18+)" and i think it was a gift for someone who finished their finals? sicne you deleted it from your sfw blog iw as wondering if you reuploaded it here, i cant find it so far :(

it’s there!! check under tag #antihero, or just scroll to the bottom of the blog! it’s not long lol

glad you liked it enough to re-read ;)

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I love how the JSE fandom looks at this

And thinks "That guy fucks"

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I mean can you blame us lol

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Look Henrik is hot but in a rat kind of way

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I’M SCREAMING HE’S THE ONLY TOP WE HAVE WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO??? Look to anti’s brat ass? Let THIS try to top??? I think not!!!

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Okay look, fandom Henrik can top, but canon Henrik can't

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canon henrik said he's terminated many an ass and said his mouth was filthy and we're not getting into that but he said it

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Henrik with that popped collar and dark colors can fuck. This

Can not

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OP is correct af

the only functioning top in this mess of a cast is Marvin

I will fight for this

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Halcyon Himbos (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Next chapter up! Apologies for the wait, real life happened. Some Actual Emotions are Happening!

Fandom: JSE + Mark egos

Ship: bingaverage (chasexbing)

Rating: R18

CW: frat boy shenanigans and dumbassery, alcohol, oral kink, unsafe sex, discussions about sexuality,

 You do get better at it. Bing doesn’t respond in kind, and you do rib him a bit about it, but nothing more. You two push each other in every aspect of life - in partying, skating, training, studying. But this… this is different. You’re not gonna be a dick about Bing’s approach to dicks. And hey, you still get off at the end of the day, so what’s really to complain about?

 It’s good. It’s all good. spring is coming along with terrifying speed and you’re both avoiding studying for your upcoming tests by watching bad b-movies together. you’ve piled together every damn pillow in the apartment and there’s a small mountain of popcorn in the bowl in front of you.

Bing makes fantastic impressions, but you’re pretty damn good at guessing what’ll come next. Bing teases you’ve hung out too much with Jameson, and the good-natured bickering leads you deeper into the pit of terrible old movies.

 The bickering extends to food, as well - it takes you almost half an hour to agree to a compromise, finding a place that does both the lemon honey wings you like and decent burgers for Bing. You take the bill because you’re a fucking gentleman and because Bing agrees to do the dishes in exchange. 

 Bing switches to some old batman movie, all growly voices and badly lit scenes. You’re in the middle of a terrible Alfred impression when the bell rings, and soon you have delicious, delicious fried chicken to drown your failed british accent in.

 Bing doesn’t let his rant on the decreasing quality of batman movies stop just because he has food, of course. You nod and hum as he talks about some weird 70s animated series in comparison to the latest movies, only weighing in when he gets to the arkham games.

 “They were fun though, right?” 

 Bing rolls his eyes.

 “Obviously they were fun, but that’s not the point! It’s about character integrity, jesus fuck Chase.” He gestured with a half-eaten burger.  “what do you think? What’s the best Batman movie?”

 “Lego Batman,” you reply immediately, a satisfied smile on your lips as Bing stutters and chokes. “You know I’m right.” 

 “Fucking - shut up Chase, I can’t believe - “ He tries to jump at you, but you hold up your sticky lemon-scented fingers as defense. Bing has always been a neat-freak (you suspect that’s why he’s so against sucking you off but again, you’re not gonna push) and stops in his tracks, brows furrowed so adorably you just have to laugh, closing your eyes and basking in the ridiculousness of your friendship.

 Your laugh is abruptly cut short as something warm and wet suddenly wrap itself around your index finger. A sound not unlike a whimper escapes your mouth, and your eyes fly open.

 Before you is Bing, slowly pulling your finger out of his mouth with a wet pop. He’s blushing, but he doesn’t break eye contact as he licks his lips and brings another finger close.

 “Bing, fuck,” you whisper, dick quickly growing hard as he licks between your fingers, popping the thumb in last for a hard suck that has you groaning. 

 “Got something else to say?” He challenges, voice just a bit hoarse before he goes at your other hand with increased fervor. You squirm - who would have thought your hands would affect you that much? It’s like lightning, shooting down your arm and straight to your dick. You want to pull away, and push closer, and fuck Bing was unfairly good with his mouth what the fuck. 

 “You - fuck - this is unfair,” you breathe, free hand clenched in your side to stop you from - you didn’t even fucking know.

 Bing hums, and the vibrations set fires in your belly you don’t know how to quench. You push your finger down, just slightly, and he groans against it. 

Mouth suddenly dry, you push in further, just a tiny bit, before pulling back. He allows it, eyes half-lidded with want. You’re fucking his mouth with your fingers and GOD if you didn’t get off within the next minute you were going to explode.

 “Fuck, Bing, please - “ you don’t know what you were begging for, not exactly, but his hands drop from you wrist and to your lap and you swear your heart is about to leap out of your throat as he starts undoing your belt. 

 Your hand is still in his mouth, moving slowly, and you can’t seem to make yourself - stop. It’s almost hypnotizing, the way his eyes fall shut as you push down, the way he moans as you pull back, just briefly, to smear your finger against his cherry-red lips before pushing back in.

 Then there’s a hand around your dick and you almost double over with the sudden stimulation. Bing’s hands are dry and soft in comparison to his mouth, and you’re slightly overwhelmed with the sensations.

 Not overwhelmed enough to not give some back, because you’re not a fucking dick. You pull your fingers out of his mouth to go give him some payback but he - he fucking straight-up whimpers and you can’t hold back a disbelieving laugh. 

 “Fuck, okay, damn, Bing. Didn’t know you had a fucking - oral fixation, or whatever,” you laugh, and Bing’s eyes blink open and suddenly he was blushing bright red, pulling back with a wounded noise. 

 “Shut - up!” He exclaimed, pulling back, and you’re suddenly unable to stop laughing. 

 “Holy shit, you do, don’t you? What the fuck!” 

 A pillow hit you in the face but that didn’t stop you. 

“FUcking - see if I ever do anything for you!” Bing’s voice cracks with embarrassment and you laugh even harder, hard-on dying as the hilarity of the situation overwhelms you.

 “You fuckin - tried to one-up me and I fuckin hypnotized you with my - “

“Don’t you fucking dare say it -”

 “My magic fingers, Bing!” You fall back on the ground, kicking your feet with laughter.

 “I hate you,” Bing grumbles, but his voice is cracking with laughter now. “You bastard! See if I do anything for you again!” He’s laughing by the end of it and you are too, movie forgotten as you lay on the floor, helplessly laughing at each other, at yourself, at everything.

 It’s good.

Small things just keep happening, but now it’s just… normal. This is just the kind of bros you are, now: vegging out on the couch with video games, talking about chicks, and occasionally getting off with each other. You suck Bing off in the morning and in the afternoon he’s filming your latest sick kick-flip off the science building. 

 (You bust your ankle pretty bad and he has to help carry you away before a furious adjunct can catch up with you and have you expelled. It’s worth it, though: Both for Bing’s laugh and the flood of views and comments when you upload it. The youtube thing isn’t… well. It’s a secret dream you’re slowly nursing into reality, along with your degree obviously, and no one except Bing knows about it. That’s just the kind of bros you are.)

 It’s just…. good. It’s fun and low-pressure and just nice. you love women, don’t get it wrong - but it was always so - complicated. And not even in that shitty “haha women are a different species we can never understand” way, no.

It was just - a new person, and all those expectations.

You were in college, for fuck’s sake, most people were starting to look for serious stuff. Hell, even most of your friends were committed, to some extent. Every time you got together with a girl people just got this look in their eyes, like they were wondering if this was the one. 

 You don’t want the one. You don’t want a wife and 2.5 kids and a dog and a house in the suburbs. Or - well - fuck, you do, but the path there? you don’t want to fucking - date, and fail, and date again, and fight and get to know each other and all that. 

The idea that a complete stranger could be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with was terrifying, okay, and you just - you didn’t want to think about it right now.

 You don’t want to have to talk about your depressive episodes and how you’re starting to suspect they are more than just “teenage hormones”, and you don’t want to talk about how scared you are of ending up like your parents, or about how the thought of working in an office and 9-5 makes you shake apart with terror some nights.

 It was just all complicated and big and you don’t want to heap all your issues and expectations on some poor girl that deserve better.

 Bing knows all that. He knows you, and you know Bing. You know about Bing’s issues with his brothers, and about his perfectionism, and about how the possibility of endless choices sometimes made him freeze up in his bed all day.

 You work well together. You’re bros for life. It’s all good. Sex isn’t gonna change that. 

 It’s good, and you don’t want to think about it all that much. 

 It’s good.

It’s leading into summer, and most everyone is by the campus pool. Not you two, though. You’ve staked out the furthest skateboard ramp, the one up on a hill a bit away from the others.

No one else is nearby, and the two of you have been trying out trickjumps for the last few hours.

Now you’re both soaked in sweat and joy, summer beating down on you with threats of finals and work. Finally you collapse against the chainlink fence, laughing as Bing trips over his own shoelaces and comes tumbling down beside you, laughing as well.

“Bro, bro, no, I got one,” He gasps, heaving for breath inbetween laughs before he collects himself enough to stare deeply into your eyes.

“Hey bro, your legs must be tired,” he says, mock-serious for all of two seconds before he’s giggling again.

“Nah bro, why?” You reply in the same serious tone, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

“Cuz you’ve been running through my mind all day, bro,” Bing replies, and you both almost fall over laughing, leaning against each other for support. God, how you love this. 

 A shame it isn’t going to last. You’re gonna stay at the campus: Between summer classes and work you’ll be plenty busy to warrant the extra cost. Bing is gonna go to visit his older family, meaning his gaggle of older brothers and their dad. He’d been moaning over it all week, but Chase had a feeling Bing was secretly pretty excited to see them again. He’s leaving in the evening - everything’s packed up, and you’re enjoying the sunlight while it lasts.

“Hey bro, I know why you’re so swole,” you say instead of thinking about Bing leaving.

“Yeah? why, bro?” he replies.

“Because you lift my heart every time I see you, bro,”  you wink exaggeratedly and wait for a reaction.

Bing laughs hard enough that he falls over, sprawled on the hot asphalt like he’s melting. His shirt is riding up, and you find yourself distracted by the trail of hair leading down for a second before you catch yourself. Man, it really has been too long. 

“Hey, Chase?” Bing says, and his suddenly serious tone is enough to still you for a second. Bing sounds… thoughtful. You recognise his tone - he’s not sure how to put it. You make an encouraging noise and lie down beside him, looking up into the sky.

“I think… I’ve been thinking, and talking with Marvin a little, and I think… I think I might be bi?”

Oh. Huh.

“Alright,” you say, because honestly you don’t know what else to say. 

“I know - I know it’s fine, like, Marvin and Jackie, and Anti, and Schneeps, and JJ... “ Bing paused. “Actually most of our friends are gay. Or bi. Or - you get me.” You can’t help but huff out a laugh at that. 

“Yeah, no kidding.” 

Bing let out a breath.

“Just… I haven’t told anyone. I dunno, I feel like… We’re a team, Chase, right?”

“Yeah!” you don’t even hesitate. You and Bing, you’re a team. Always side by side. 

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I guess… I dunno, I just wanted to make sure you’d be fine with it. I don’t - I don’t want anything to change, you know?”

“It won’t,” you reassure him. Of course! Of course it won’t. “You’re you, no matter what. And we’ll still be the dynamic duo of the frats, yeah?”

“Alright,” he says, and you’ve gotta said something right, because that broad grin is back, lighting the entire world up. He laughs, suddenly, and jumps to his feet.

“Fuck yeah! We’re the kings of the world!”

You laugh and join him, yelling at the top of your lungs.

“Kings of the fucking world!”

 A few hours later the dorm is empty and dark and you do emphatically not feel like the king of the fucking world. The bed next to yours is empty and bare and your head feels like it’s about to explode from thoughts. 

 It’s not a problem. You have less than zero problems with your best bud being bi. Hell, you’re proud of him for figuring it out, and happy that he told you. 

But - fuck. 

It was all fine when you were just two straight dudes fucking around. No homo only really applies when you’re both experimenting. Now - you don’t know what this is, now. 

 The thing is? You don’t want to stop. 

 You’re already missing him. More than that, your missing his hands, his smile, his voice - All of it.

 To top it all off, you’re hard and wanting and you haven’t gotten off on your own properly in - weeks. A month. More.

 With a groan, you stuff your hands down your pants, hoping that’ll resolve some emotions, at least. Your own hands feel rough and unfamiliar, and you’re forced to pause to root through your nightstand. The bottle of lube lies forgotten in a drawer, and you pause as you grab it. 

 You’d picked it up a week or so ago, out of lotion and with some vague thoughts in the back of your head, an undefined curiosity you weren’t gonna explore in the middle of the grocery store. 

 But now it’s here, heavy in your palms, and those thoughts are suddenly much, much closer. 

 You open it and slick up your hands, kicking off your pants for more room to work. The touch of your wet hand against your dick makes you hiss at first, the cold warming up quickly as you settle into slow pulls, searching your mind for whatever you used to get off before Bing. 

 Nothing comes. When you close your eyes, the only thing you see is Bing kneeling  between your spread legs, laughing as he strokes you off. 

 Chill out, Chase, you’re too stiff. 

 You spread your legs a bit more, biting back any noise as you play with the foreskin for a second, like he usually does.

 Come on, come on, relax for me, Chase. 

 Slippery hands, heat, pressure - you settles your feet against the mattress, pushing up against your hand with a breath of pleasure.

 There we go. Come on, don’t you wanna try something new? 

 Bing’s - no, your hand slips downwards for a second, and you still. 

 Shit. You do kind of want to try. You’ve seen - I mean, you hadn’t been looking for gay porn, exactly, but you’d - there was research, okay. And you can’t help but wonder… can it really be that great? 

 Come on, Chase, no one remembers a coward.

 Bing’s voice in your head is faint and teasing, and somehow, that’s what pushes you to slip your hand further down, pushing against yourself. It feels - not bad, exactly, but the angle is all wrong.

After a moment’s consideration you pull your hand back, flipping over to your knees, ass in the air, and try again. You shiver at the position - it feels a lot more - vulnerable, more open, and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine Bing behind you, the pressure against the mattress and that voice never far from a laugh.

 Hell yeah, here we go. Just trying it out, yeah? Nothing weird about that.

 You take a deep breath, relax as far as you can, and push in. It’s a bit of a stretch at first, tense, but the feeling - it’s not like anything you’ve ever had before, full and pushing and warm and cold all at once.

It’s weird.

Weird, but good, feeling the sensation both in your fingers and inside. It’s almost hard to breathe. You let yourself breathe hard into the pillow as you reach for your dick, pumping it in time with your slow exploration. It’s - different.

The heat builds differently with something inside you. But it’s - not quite enough. You grumble and reach for the lube with both hands, feeling both the burn and the emptiness. More lube, and this time the stretch is almost unnoticeable - enough that you let another finger play against the tension, slowly, slowly push in.

And - oh. You breathe out sharply, almost a moan because woah, that’s different. The angle is new, and you push even further in like this. You brush against your walls, thinking for a moment about how you must look - but that thought is interrupted as you brush against - 

it’s like a deep shockwave of pleasure, and you almost pull your fingers out as your knees threaten to buckle. 

 “fuck,” you whisper emphatically, hesitating only a second before brushing against that spot again. You have to be careful - it’s sensitive in a way you can’t quite grasp, not as much pushing you towards orgasm as building something entirely different in the pit of your stomach.

 Once you remember your dick, though, the train is very firmly heading towards orgasm station at breakneck speed. You gasp into the pillow, almost crying out at a particularly hard thrust that makes your whole body convulse. God, so close - 

 Come on, Chase. For me.

 The idea of Bing there, behind you, watching or pushing his own fingers in, that hungry look in his eyes - the image rushes through your body like water and you curse into the pillow as you come, fingers drawing out to curl against your hip as you finish yourself off.

 You stay like that for a minute, forcing your breathing to slow. Fuck, that was… good. So good. You fall to the side, avoiding the wet spot, and cringe at the strange, wet feeling everywhere. Damn it. You should shower, and change the sheets, and…ugh. No. That’s a problem for tomorrow’s Chase.

 Tonight, you simply stumble to your feet, using the already fucked cover to dry yourself off, and pull your underwear back on before you stagger over and collapse on Bing’s bed. The covers are soft and you bury your head in the pillows.

 They smell of Bing’s shampoo, and you pretend like that isn’t soothing at all as you drift off. 

 The next morning you wake up with a hardon and Bing’s name on your lips, and you realize you might have a slight problem.

  “...And that’s pretty much it.”

 You took another gulp of cola, looking between where Marvin and Henrik hadn’t said a single word in the last twenty minutes as you had described his situation. The whole sordid story of how you and Bing had… fallen together.

 Absolute silence permeated the room. Marvin’s iced latte had melted in the summer heat, dangling dangerously in their hand as they stared open-mouthed.

“Marvin,” Henrik finally said, voice entirely neutral. “Give me the bottle.”

 Marvin nodded, grabbing the unopened bottle of vodka on the table in front of them and giving it to Henrik.

 Henrik twisted off the cap and took a swallow. Two. Five. Marvin made a noise of complaint and made grabby-hands towards the bottle, which Henrik finally let go off and allowed Marvin to pour several inches of vodka into his latte before taking it back, cradling it to his chest as he sighed.

 “So let me get this straight,” he said. Marvin giggled beside him, muttering “straight” to themself. “You and Bing have been fucking since September, and only now you’ve realized you might be gay?” 

 “Bi, actually,” You piped up. Henrik took another swallow. 

 Marvin threw their now empty latte cup over their shoulder and leaned forward. There was a sudden fire in their eyes.

 “Alright. You’ve been an idiot. Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

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pls remember to add slashes or % in the names!! i dont want any kiddies finding these fics ;w; also,,,,,lowkey ship this ship super badly owo – mod ghostie

also sorry unedited as always shdfkgdflgkj

ALSO THIS GOT KINDA FLUFFY???? FORGIVE ME SKJFGHSKD YALL HERE FOR FUCKIN NOT LOVIN

IM ALSO REALLY PROUD OF THIS SO LIKE???? PLS TELL ME WHAT YALL THINK AAAAA 

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“You dumbass!” Yancy rushed to hide Illinois from the nearby guards, pushing him into his cell, knowing the guards never checked for him in here. Hell, the moment they could leave their cells in the morning, Yancy was gone. You couldn’t keep him in there if his life depended on it.

Well, unless it was for one certain thing.

“Oh, someone’s been feisty since I last saw you,” Illinois smirks. stealing a kiss from Yancy. Passionate, romantic, his hand losing itself in his slicked back locks of hair, groaning at the taste of black coffee on his lips.

“Well yeahs, it’s been months. That’s not the point–” Yancy pants. the kiss nearly taking him out. How did this bastard have such soft lips after spending months in a jungle?!

“The points is youse nearly got caught, I told you if youse gonna sneak in, you oughta go the way I showed youse. Not this adventurer bullsh–”

Illinois walked into Yancy, the two near the back of the cell, pinning him down, the natural scent of the outside world on him, his knee in between Yancy’s legs, nudging against his slowly hardening cock.

The prisoner couldn’t hold back the groan, it’s been too long since he’s seen his boyfriend. Too long since he held him, since he kissed him, since he…

“You know I can’t keep my hands off of you when I visit,” Illinois’s accent drawls through Yancy’s head. Nearly hypnotizing. His hand gripping his chin, making him tilt, looking straight into his eyes. “It’s been months and months without you, babe. I get real lonely without you by my side. Some nights I just couldn’t take it, remembering you, your lips, your body…”

Illinois wastes no time, leaning forward with another passionate kiss. Groaning deeply, Yancy finally giving in, thrusting slowly against Illinois’s knee. Heart pounding as he feels the other open his mouth, deepening their kiss. Open mouthed, tongues dancing against each other. Yancy nearly driven drunk by his need to feel his most favorite person in the world against him again.

“Fuck…”

“Yeah,  we finally will,” Illinois chuckles, low and deep, “C’mon babe, let’s get a move on here before your cellmate makes it back.”

///

Their clothes still stayed on, Yancy holding his shirt up by biting down, exposing his chest and throbbing cock, his striped sweats folded neatly beside them, rolling his hips back against Illinois’s hard cock in between his cheeks. 

Illinois kept his shirt open, his cock the only thing peeking out from his pants. Biting his own lip, his hands roaming over Yancy’s hip, over his thighs trembling above him. His eyes wide, shining with adoration for the man above him. Smiling as he tilts his head to the side.

“Babe, fuck…” Illinois groaned, “no matter how many times I see you above me, it still takes my breath away…”

Yancy leaned forward, smirking back as he lays over the adventurer. His voice low, accent heavy, “no matter how many times I see youse, I still get nervous,” he chuckles, reaching around to hold Illinois’s cock in place, his hips lifting up, his own member drooling pre cum down Illinois’s flat stomach.

The two crashing their lips in a deep kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths, as Yancy finally sunk himself down onto Illinois’s cock. The slick lube making him slide down each inch at an even pace. Nearly knocking the wind from his lungs, finally, finally, being filled again. Feeling Illinois moan, their kiss deepening, his ass finally sat fully on his cock. Breaking the kiss, panting softly.

“You’re beautiful.” Illinois moaned, his hands gripping Yancy’s ass, lifting him up with ease, “so fucking good to me, babe…”

///

Yancy was thankful this cellblock was empty, every other inmate during whatever they do in the late mornings. His thoughts soon replaced with the mere pleasure he felt as Illinois fucked into him, holding him tight, hips thrusting up into the heat of his body, pre cum making a mess of his pants as he fucks his lover nice and hard.

“So good to me, so perfect for me,” Illinois continues to sweet talk, Yancy’s back arched, eyes barely open as his moans loudly. Each thrust of Illinois’s thick cock hitting his most sensitive spot head on. Each thrust up into him nearly driving him mad, pleasure shooting up his spine as he’s fucked.

“Youse feel…hah,” Yancy laughed, biting his lip as Illinois drags Yancy down, biting down his jawline and neck. The smell of sex filling the cell, “feel so good in me, God, youse feel so fucking good…I missed youse so much…”

Illinois slowed this thrusts, fucking into Yancy with harder movements, his cock deeper than before, letting the other roll his hips. His inner walls tight around his thick shaft, rolling his hips slow, his own cock leaking down Yancy’s front.

“I missed you more, babe, all I could think about was you,” Illinois continues to kiss and bite down Yancy’s neck, his heated breath making the prisoner shiver under his hold, continuing to rock down on his cock, “every cold night in my tent, every early morning, every hike, every climb, all I could think of was you, fuck, I missed you so so so much. I missed us so much, I love you–”

Yancy reaches forward, grabbing Illinois’s face, catching his lips, a deep passionate kiss. Just as romantic as the ones they always shared when meeting again.

Until Yancy raises up, and slams back down on Illinois’s cock, riding him fast and hard, Each hit to his sweet spot making him see stars. Illinois arching into the kiss, grabbing Yancy by his hair, groaning as their bodies rock into one another. The all familiar heat building in them both.

“I love you, Love youse so much,” Yancy groans in between kisses, “love youse, love your body, love your voice, love everything about you.”

Illinois grips Yancy’s ass, spreading him wide, groping his cheeks as Yancy continues to fuck himself on his cock. Their bodies hot to the touch, just barely at the edge of their orgasms. The bunk bed above them shaking with their efforts, the two completely focused on one another’s needs.

“Can’t hold back, gonna fucking–”

“Cum with me,” Illinois kisses him once more, bucking his hips up to meet Yancy’s drops on his shaft. His hand moving from his soft ass to his cock. Clumsily jerking off the prisoner in time with his thrusts. So close, each call of his name, each deep kiss, each thrust and drop down on one another…

“Cum with me, Yancy, please babe, cum with me,” Yancy growls, kissing Yancy with all he’s got, “please babe, just please cum with me! Please, I need you, babe, please!”

With a shout, Yancy slams back down on Illinois’s throbbing cock, the two breaking their kiss, Yancy arching up as he shouts out Illinois’s name. Eyes closed tight, his cock spurting cum across Illinois’s exposed stomach and chest. Completely lost in his own pleasure as he still rolls his hips on Illinois’s cock. FIlling him up with his hot white cum.

And yet, Illinois – in his own longing orgasm, can’t take his eyes off how beautiful his lover looked. Completely satisfied and spent, Illinois couldn’t have found him more beautiful.

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“…I love you.”

“Youse told me at least 4,000 times.” Yancy laughs, the two snuggled under Yancy’s sheets. The cellblock still empty as can be, the nearest guard nowhere within earshot nor sight.

“And I’ll tell ‘youse’ 4,000 more.” Illinois teased, bringing the arm squeezing him tight to his face, kissing his knuckles soft and sweet.

“…Illi?”

“Yeah?”

“…tell me about it out there, is it still scary?”

Silence follows the two, Illinois turning around to face Yancy, his expression a mix of nervous and sleepy. Of course he was, Yancy was always a blabbing mess before sleep. Even back when they were cellmates, Illinois remembers he’d speak whatever little thought passed his mind.

“Well, I’ll tell ya that the wilderness is probably the best place to be right now. Especially the mountains, I’m gonna be heading north after this. I know you don’t like leaving here…maybe we can try to go next time I visit you? …Please?”

Another silence follows the two. Yancy sleepily smiles, pulling Illinois into a soft kiss. A kiss that seemed bittersweet, knowing once he wakes up, Illinois will be off in the world exploring once more. 

“…Yeah…I think I’d likes that, Illi…”

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Halcyon Himbos (chapter 2)

(Chapter 1)

Here you are, next installment of these two absolute idiots. And yes, all of their frat shenanigans are real. At least in Sweden. Students are fucking weird.

Fandom: JSE + Mark egos

Ship: bingaverage (chasexbing)

CW: frat boy shenanigans and dumbassery, alcohol

Life went on after that night. You had both decided separately that it was a one-time thing and nothing to concern themselves over, and your broship was as strong as ever. 

Well… it was supposed to be a one-time thing, at least.

 Not a week later, you woke up on the floor saturday morning surrounded by pillows and empty snack bags. The TV playing Pacific Rim’s menu music on repeat, and Bing was laid out just next to you, snoring and holding onto a pillow like his life depended on it.

 You shifted and hissed as your morning wood brushed against his hip. The noise seemed to wake Bing, and before you could protest he’d turned over and both of your dicks were just - right there, brushing against each other, and whatever words were on your tongue disappeared in favour of a breathy moan.

 Bing barely notices - just rolls over more, slotting his hips against yours and rolling in a way that makes you bury your face in a pillow from how good it feels.

 “S’ok,” He slurs, still half-asleep. “Is less awkward than going away, yeah?” The logic doesn’t quite add up, but you’re too soft and tired to argue, especially when his hands worm between you to palm at your cock.

With some slow shuffling you get your boxers down far enough that he can wrap his hand around both of you.

It’s a tight fit, but you squeeze your hand in there too, gasping at the slow, warm slide. 

 It’s quiet - whatever sounds you make are drowned out by the TV’s noise as you kiss him gracelessly, smearing precum along your shafts to easy the way.

It’s too hot, too intense, but the slow, steady rocking of your hips against each other grounds it. It almost feels like a dream. There’s no rush for the finish - just heat and relaxation. You breathe out, tension bleeding out of your muscles.

 The orgasm sneaks up on you. One moment, you’re rocking against Bing, and the next you’re coming, a slow wave of heat rolling through you and coating both of your hands in come. It makes the slide easier, and Bing follows you just a few strokes later. 

  Neither of you want to get up, in the aftermath.

 You find a discarded sweatshirt that probably needs washing anyway and rub your hands clean, offering it to Bing before falling back onto the pillows, sprawled like a starfish. Moments later, Bing rolls over to put his full weight on your chest.

 You laugh and try to shove him off, but the orgasm too every bit of strength out of your arms. He holds on tight, still laughing. And the weight of him is solid and warm - almost like a weighted blanket.

You yawn, close your eyes, and within moments, you’re out like a light to sleep away the rest of your saturday. 

 When you wake up, Bing is bouncing around the room, saying it’s just rained and it’s perfect weather for skating. Ten minutes later you’re out the door, laughing and jostling each other to get to the walkway first, throwing down your skateboard to catch some speed.

  Needless to say it keeps happening.

 You can’t find it in yourself to mind, really - it’s not like you’re in a relationship or anything. It’s like watching porn together, just… slightly more involved. You’re bros. 

  Of course neither of you tell anyone else, because you just know they wouldn’t see it that way. It’s kinda fun - it’s like another inside joke, another secret you keep between you because you’re just good bros. 

 It’s another party when you take the next step, because parties are just very good for these kinds of things.

 You didn’t necessarily plan to get as drunk as you are - but it’s Schneeps birthday party, and there’s been at least three chugging competitions as everyone tries to outdrink Henrik and his brother Anti.

You and Bing had tried, and failed, and were now facing the punishment: a zipper chug. There is a circle of chanting frat boys and girls around you as you both get ready.

 Anti is chanting loudest of all - you’re pretty sure he’s filming to show to Marv and Jackie later.

“Should I -”Bing starts, all unsure despite the alcohol. You roll your eyes and get on your knees, putting you just about eye level for Bing’s crotch.

Bing looks alarmed for a second, but you laugh and shove him a little to hurry up and get this over with.

 He laughs and unzips his jeans before shaking the bottle, waggling his eyebrows at the whistling and hooting crowd.

Once it’s properly fizzed up he puts it in his open zipper, jutting out at a jaunty angle.

 The yelling increase in volume as you pull out an opener, flip it in the air, and put it at the tip of the bottle. It’s all a bit hazy from the alcohol, admittedly, but you’ve done this a million times before. You lock eyes with Bing for a second, challenge playing across his face as you get ready. 

 “One, two three, NO HOMO!” You both yell simultaneously as you open the bottle with a practiced flip and get busy trying to catch the sudden flow of foam and beer while the room explodes with cheer around you.

 You focus on the bottle, chugging the beer as fast as possible because at the end of the day, free beer, right? 

 It’s all going fantastically well, honestly, until Bing laughs loudly at something someone in the crowd says. You look up on reflex, and for just a second, you lock eyes.

 That’s a mistake. Bing is flustered from both the alcohol and the position, laughing and happy. In a flash, another image overlays itself like a film over your vision. 

 You’re on your knees, just like now, and Bing is over you, flustered for a very different reason - naked, panting, hands buried in your hair as you swallow something hotter and smoother than a shitty bottle of beer. 

 You blink, and the image is gone - you tear away from the bottle, spilling the last of the beer in a foaming puddle that only has your mind running even further with you as you cough.

“Fuckin´choked,” You get out in response to the loud jeering. Bing is laughing as well. 

 “What, can’t handle me, bro?” He laughs, and you can’t help but laugh with him. 

 “Nah bro, I just don’t like swallowing,” You shoot back as he pulls you back up and someone hands you another beer. You open it, clink it against Bing’s, and chug the whole thing.

 The night draws on, because of course it does, but you can’t seem to get that goddamn image out of your mind.

The cute girl from last time is here again - you talk, and drink, and make out in a locked bedroom.

It’s hot and heavy and delightful, and you eat here out right there in an overstuffed armchair before she blows you up against the wall.

 It stops the images for a bit, at least. You stumble out of the room with a smile of victory on your face and fistbump Bing as he hands you a celebratory beer.

 The party is loud and raucous and someone has started jousting with the garden flamingos, but the thought is stuck in your head now - how is it, being on your knees like that? The girl seemed to enjoy it well enough - fuck, you forgot to get her name.

 You pull Bing along to try and get him to figure it out. Somehow, you manage to distract yourself. At the end of the night you and Bing are wobbling home, singing and laughing in the still October night. You stumble into your bedroom, giggling like mad, and before you’ve even had time to take off your shirt you’re dead asleep on your bed.

 You dream of muscled thighs and wet heat and hands in your hair.

 The next morning you’re both hungover as fuck. Bing ravages the fridge for food while you shower, and while it’s his turn you make your patented hangover cure - it’s just water and lemon and honey in absurd amounts, but Bing swears that it makes him feel better.

 On the flip side, Bing has a magical ability to make absolutely perfect fried eggs and bacon even when he can barely see straight.

Soon you’re lying across the pillowed floor in your room, eating and drinking until your full and dozy. You take another nap right there, sun shining in through your window.

 You dream of hard wooden floor and heat and a deep voice.

 When you wake up, it’s with Bing half-draped over your waist and your dick hard enough to be a clothes-hanger.

Bing is in a pretty similar predicament, it seems, so you shove him down onto the pillows until he blinks awake and then stick your hand in his pants, just to hear that startled wake-up noise turn into a laughing moan. 

 “Get off, you prick,” He says as he slips his own hands down the front of you shorts. Your laugh is broken off by a groan as he palms your dick.

 “That’s the plan,” You get out, finally, and he fishes his hands out just so he can shove you for that. It’s more powerful than you expected, and you find yourself with your face mushed into Bing’s belly as he laughs. It jumps under you as you squirm to get your face free and stick out your tongue at him. 

He’s laughing, hair sticking up every which end, and the mental image from yesterday slams into your brain like a car at full speed.

 “I wanna suck your dick.”

 The words slip out without any input whatsoever from your brain. You freeze up, but Bing laughs for another few moments before he looks down and lock eyes with you. You can see the exact moment he realizes that oh shit, you’re serious and you scramble to explain your brain’s sudden, intense desire.

 “I’m just… real fucking curious, alright? Like that girl yesterday,” you share a grin again because come on, scoring is still fucking dope.

 You continue, having extracted your hands from Bing’s shorts to gesticulate with. “That girl yesterday, she seemed really into it, you know? But like, it sounds super fucking gross. But like… it can’t be that bad, right?”

 Bing looks… less weirded out than a second ago.

 “But bro, isn’t putting your mouth on someone’s dick… kinda gay?”

 You shake your head.

“Nah dude, it’s a brojob, it’s totally a thing,” You assures. That’s a thing, right? You’re pretty sure it’s a thing. 

 Bing nods slowly, then faster.

 “Yeah, deffo. And I am on a bit of a dry spell,” He jokes, dramatically putting his hand to his chest. You can’t hold back a laugh at that. “Longest dry spell ever. You’ve earned it, bro.”

You grin up at him, and he gives you a thumbs-up. 

 “Fucking sure, man. Just as long as we do something, I’ve got blue balls like crazy.” You laugh, and in a moment the awkwardness is gone - you’re just bros, chilling and teasing each other.

 “I barely touched you, you go off that fast?” You say as you begin peeling down his shorts. 

 “You’ve been squirming around on top of my crotch for the last five minutes, bro, this is entirely your fault,” He says. “Should I take my shirt off?” You pause just as you wrangle his shorts over his left foot, considering.

 “Do what you want?” You finally shrug. “I don’t give a shit. But if you wanna show of your one-pack, go ahead.”

 “It’s a six pack and you know it,” He shoots back, fake wounded, as you get comfortable between his legs.

 “Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you reply before focusing on what’s on the menu. His dick is at attention, at least - you poke it, once, before wrapping your hand around it in a familiar motion.

The angle is different, yet again, but it sends a visible shiver up Bing’s spine that completely derails whatever comeback he had lined up. You grin, and then focus in on what’s in your hands. It’s… a little bit intimidating, you’re not gonna lie. 

 Fuck it. Might as well go all in. You open your mouth, lick your lips, and go down.

 A full minute later, you’ve finally stopped coughing. Bing has gone from laughing his ass of to patting your back soothingly with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

 “Not a fucking word,” you wheeze, and he mimes zipping his mouth shut. Then he mimes zipping it open again, because he’s a fucking nerd and has something to say.

 “Take it easy, man,” there’s clear laughter in his voice. “We’re in no hurry. Well, today would be good,” he concedes, and you whack him on the arm. He rolls back over, hands behind his head and eyes closed. 

 You wipe your mouth off and get resettled. Bing’s wilted a bit - you fix that quickly, wrapping your hand around his dick and pulling slowly, watching as Bing breathes in sharply.

 You pause, and he whines a little. Only the head is visible over where your hand is wrapped around him. Maybe… 

 Cautiously, you lean forward, licking over the head. It’s… salty, and slightly bitter, but Bing’s reaction more than makes up for it. He arches off the pillows, falling back down a moment later with a curse. 

 “Fuck, dude, do that again, come on,” he says, and you’re not about to argue. You lick over the head again, slower this time - let your tongue wrap around it and your mouth follows almost naturally.

 There’s a bit of a false start as your teeth come in contact with the sensitive skin and Bing hisses and shies back. Next time, you take care to keep your mouth wide open, lips wrapped over your teeth protectively. 

 The head fills your whole mouth before you pull off to take a breath. Bing is whispering something unintelligeble but goes quiet as you descend again.

 The taste is… almost growing on you, and you lick up the underside of the head, just to see Bing’s reaction. His hips stutter upwards - it almost feels like choking again for a second, but it also sends a jolt straight down to your own cock.

 You can’t help but moan, and in the next second Bing is swearing more loudly.

 “Fucking stars Chase holy shit, I’m gonna come, holy fucking - “ You pull off and cup your hand over the head just in time.

 He comes, breathless and swearing, and you can only watch in fascination. For a moment, you’re both quiet and still. Then Bing begins squirming, trying to get down to your level and reaching for your shorts. 

 “Fuckin - come over here, Chase,” and well, you’re not about to argue with that. You’re ridiculously hard - it only takes a minute or two before you’re coming hard, face buried in Bing’s shoulder and with the taste of him still in your mouth. It’s far from what you imagined, but still so fucking good.

 You take a second to clean up and get comfortable - neither of you willing to move far in the post-orgasm haze. 

 “So how was it? Is your curiosity sated?” Bing asks. He’s sitting up now, controller loosely in hand as he waits for the system to boot up. You look up from checking your phone, thoughtful.

 “Nah, I don’t think so.” You shrug. It was interesting, for sure, and way more difficult than it looked. “Might have to try again.” 

Bing grins.

 “As long as you think you can handle my MASSIVE DO-” you throw a pillow in his face and yourself after, growling in mock-anger.

 “Shut up or I’ll break your board, sucker,” You threaten, trying to get a good grab of him. Bing’s a squirmy fucker, though, and despite your clearly superior wrestling prowess he somehow ends up sitting in the middle of your back, your face mushed into the pillows.

 “You wouldn’t dare” he says with mock-hurt voice. You shrug and lift yourself up. Bing might be a squirmy fuck, but he also weighs something like a medium-sized dog soaking wet, and your football scholarship really doesn’t rest on arm day. A slight shake is all it takes to dislodge him, and he falls with a shriek.

 “Then shut up,” You say, already getting comfortable with your phone.

 “You shut up.”

 “Your mom can shut up.” 

[murder-schmurder-nsfw]

Halcyon Himbos (chapter 1)

It all started with an innocent game of “never have I ever”. Or well, as innocent as that game got.

Oups I made this blog and then immediately forgot about it sorry y’all i’m gonna try and get better at actually posting stuff

Anyway! You know what’s good? bingaverage! You know what’s also good? college au! have some dumb jocks doing dumb jock stuff (no homo (full bi))

This is chapter one, expect more! In second person because I felt like it

Fandom: JSE

Ship:  bingaverage, (bing x chase)

CW: minor internalized homophobia maybe? they’re actually just stupid though

It all started with an innocent game of “never have I ever”. Or well, as innocent as that game got. There had been secrets told that should probably never have seen the life of day and way, WAY too many sugary drinks for one evening. 

you were having the fucking time of your life.

“So…. Never have I ever… Blown someone in a bathroom.” You said, grinning as both Marv and several of the girls groaned and took a shot. Marv glared at you. 

“Chase, that -” 

“performed oral sex then, jesus,” he corrected himself, and cackled as three more people drank. “Y’all are too easy!” 

Marv had instituted a strict non-gendered rule for the game, mainly because as one of two openly queer people at the party they were getting entirely too drunk.

They were still getting drunk, but now it was only cuz they liked sex.

It was Marv’s turn next - they narrowed their eyes and thought before grinning.

“Never have I ever sexted the wrong person while drunk.”

“Come ON!”  You yelled, but dutifully chugged the last half of your beer before putting it down with a glare. “You promised you wouldn’t bring that up!” 

Jackie cackled from where he was half-lying on Marv’s lap.

“Oh this I have to hear,” he says, looking a lot more clear-headed than most other people in the circle. He tapped out of drinking about three rounds ago and now has a can of coke in his hand instead of a beer, citing early-morning training.

“Wellllll…” Marv begins, but you’ve already tackled him, laughing as you try and cover his mouth. Jackie pulls you off, the cheater, because he loves his datemate more than his bro.

Marv laughs as you try and fight Jackie off and yells out the words over your feeble attempts at getting a word in edgewise.

“CHASE DRUNK SEXTED ME AT 3 AM LAST YEAR IT WAS HILARIOUS” As the room bursts into laughter you whine and go limp, squirming out of Jackie’s grip and back to your seat.

“You promised not to bring it up!” you whine, and Marv only smiles evilly.

“Blackmail is my middle name, darling.” Before you can argue they clap, quieting the murmur. “Next one! Jackie?”

Jackie shrugs.

“Never have I ever… gone without underwear to class.” Marv makes a wounded noise as they chug their drink. You do as well - belatedly realizing you’re the only ones who did so. Bing laughs uproariously. “No way dude! What happened?” 

You shrug.

“No clean underwear.” A collective sound of disgust runs through the circle. 

"Ew, gross, Chase,” Marv says. You roll your eyes.

"Like you didn't do that either," You say without thinking, before you realize that Jackie is blushing like a madman and realize that you have, in fact, heard of this before. Marv chuckles.

"I did but with clean jeans and for a completly different---"

"---REASON I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. TMI MARV,” You yell, and Marv laughs hard enough that their drink falls over and they have to get a new one. Bing is also laughing, proud as all hell over the chaos he’s created.

You wait until Marv gets back, and then it’s Bing’s turn.

“Never have I ever… had a one night stand.” Marv makes a loud, dramatic sound before drinking. 

“This is slut-shaming! Bing! I thought you were better than this!” They complain, a smile on their face, and Bing sticks out his tongue. 

“You said it, not me,” and you have to cheer to that, raising your newly cracked beer before dutifully drinking yourself.

The turn keeps going, and between the drinking and hollering for stories, you notice that Bing barely touches his drink. And it ain’t for lack of hearing - he’s hooting along with you when Jackie regales you with the tale of his and Anti’s worst pranks and laughs so hard he almost cries at Marv’s impression of the headmaster. He just… doesn’t drink to any of the questions.

None of the sexual ones, at least - the prank ones you two have covered. The game quickly dissolves into you two trying to one-up Jackie and Anti - who is at a bit of a disadvantage, seeing as the other part of that dynamic trio has skipped out on the party like a loser. Something about a court appearance. You honestly don’t know.

You two win when Marv rolls their eyes and loudly declare it’s time for them to go home. Bing gives you a high-five and you set off to find something else to entertain you with.

And that’s how you end up in a game of truth and dare with the girls from the sorority next door, among them Stacy Dawson who might be the hottest girl this side of campus.

Bing, being the fucking awesome wingman that he is, dared her to kiss you and it was fantastic, even though you were very much a gentleman about it and let her set the speed to nothing but a peck on the lips.

So then, clearly, you had to dare one of her other cute friends to kiss Bing because you’re also a fucking awesome wingman.

Bing immediately goes red as a cherry, mumble something about a bathroom, and flees the scene.

The girl doesn’t look too upset - she turns to you, smiles, and says that you’ll simply get the kiss instead since Bing disappeared. She’s very cute, much sweeter than Stacy and with a look in her eyes like she’s definitely aiming for more than a peck.

But you’re a good bro, and you know that bros come before - a term you’re not going to use because you’re not a fucking asshole.

So you give her your classiest wink and finger-guns, and then head off to find whereverthefuck your best bro has decided to go.

You can’t find him by the bathrooms, which are occupied by a snogging couple, nor anywhere else in the flat. You figure he’s had enough and headed back to your place.

The party is still in full swing - there’s at least two beer pong games going on and you think you hear the tell-tale echoes of a chugging competition from the kitchen. It doesn’t seem as fun without your bro, though - what’s the point of partying if there’s no one to back you up when you tell the story later?

Either way, you decide to disappoint your fans and head out into the breezy august night. The brisk wind clears your head a little, and you find yourself thinking about Bing.

He’s been acting odd all night. You wonder why - the answer seems obvious, but just out of your grasp. Whatever, you decide as you finally stumble into your shared flat. You’ll ask him later.

“Bing? You there?” you ask, and get an affirmative noise from the bed/living room. You decided when you moved in that you’d share a room, since there really was no other way to go about it - the actual living room shared an open floor plan with the kitchen, and the bedroom was big enough to fit both of your beds and a TV.

This way, you can keep one part of the apartment clean for possible visitors, and your bedroom can be the brocave it was always meant to be. You’re stumble in and find Bing on his phone, looking like he got distracted halfway to getting ready for bed. 

“Sup,” you say, because it’s honestly too late for anything else. He gives you a peace sign and keep looking at his phone as you struggle out of your jeans.

You hesitate, then, before carefully sitting down beside him on his bed.

“Why’d you leave?” The question slips from your mind to your mouth without permission, but you play it cool. Bing shrugs, not looking at you. 

“Didn’t feel like staying.” He sounds - worried, and not nearly as drunk as you’d think he’d be. Which reminds you…

“You weren’t drinking earlier, either. You good, bro?”

Bing puts his phone down, probably realizing you’re not gonna give up on this conversation. He shuffles around til you’re face to face, knees knocking together on the unmade bed.

“Yeah man, it’s cool.”

“You sure? You can talk to me, bro, you know that. Should’ve checked with you earlier.” 

“Yeah bro, I know. It’s not… a big thing. Just… you gotta promise not to tell anyone, okay, bro?” He looks at you, eyes dead serious. You nod, putting your hand over your heart.

“Yeah bro, I swear.”

He takes a breath. Holds it. Breathes out, and speaks:

“Ihaven’tkissedanyonebeforeok,” all in one breath.

You blink.

“Huh.” Not what you’d expected, but fair enough. Bing always seemed kind of jittery around sexual stuff, it made sense.

“Gotcha, dude,” You say, because you gotta say something, and put your hand on his shoulder. “It’s cool.”

“it’s like, the opposite of cool, dude,” He laughs, and man, that’s good to hear. “Seems unfair to the girls, y’know? Don’t wanna force them to endure my complete lack of kissing skill.” 

And yeah, that makes sense. 

“Never thought about practicing?” You say, and he laughs a bit more. “With who? Seems a bit too late for that, bro.” 

You nod seriously. That is true. You both sit in silence  for a moment, thinking about this problem, before you light up and punch him in the arm to get his attention.

“Dude! We can practice!” 

He splutters a little, trying to regain balance.

“You?” 

“Yeah dude, I’m a great kisser.” 

Bing looks flustered.

“Isn’t that kinda… gay?” You shake your head, knowing what he means. It’s not that either of you have a problem with it - a stunning amount of your best friends are some variety of gay or queer, and you love them all. It’s just… not you.

But this is different, definitely, although it takes you a moment to find the words for why, exactly, it’s not.

“Nah man, we’re… practicing. It’s different. No homo,” you say, and he nods after a moment, still looking like a blushy mess. You laugh a bit and jostle him playfully. He pushes back on instinct, and you’re both laughing as he finally wins.

“Alright,” He says, voice heavy with exertion and looking anywhere but your face. “Alright, I’m down.” And then - then he closes his eyes and puckers his lips like something from a Sunday cartoon.

You can’t help it - you laugh. He blinks his eyes open, looking hilariously offended. You laugh some more at his huffy expression. He starts to get off the bed, but you can’t have that. The idea of practice is set into your mind now, and you’re going to follow through. Your bro needs you.

“Sorry bro, just… like this,” You say, and pull him in by the shoulders. The first touch of your lips is awkward - you’re relaxed, he’s stiff as a board, eyes open and stunned against your half-lidded once. You pull back with a sigh.

“Close your eyes, dude. It’s creepy. Just… go along, yeah? Do what I do.” He nods, still looking shaky. You smile at him, wide and happy.

“It’s for fun, bro! and you gotta practice.” He nods, again, and before you know it he’s the one pushing against your lips, trying to mimic you. You respond in kind, kissing back as you would a girl.

It’s not terribly different - his lips are more chapped, and he smells like beer and axe spray, but his lips are soft. You decide to up the game a bit, licking along his lips until you can make your way deeper.

He shies back a little before pushing through, mimicking your movements and that’s… you suck in a sharp breath, feeling a familiar shiver run through your body as he hesitantly sucks on your bottom lip for a moment before letting go.

You pull back, feeling a bit dazed, but it’s nothing on how Bing looks - like he’s waking up from a dream. 

“Go - Good,” you say, having to clear your throat halfway through the word. “next step - You gotta get your hands involved. Limp hands will leave you with a limp dick,” You laugh, and he laughs too.

Your dick, coincidentally, is starting to get interested in the proceedings - but you ignore it. It’s a natural bodily reaction, right?

You lean in for a third kiss, and this time it’s much less awkward. Bing decides to plant both of his hands in your hair, using them to guide the kiss. It’s a solid plan, but you decide to be more daring and wrap one around his waist to pull him closer.

The other you lay against the side of his face - the scratch of stubble is weird and strange, but the way he inhales and pushes deeper into the kiss is definitely not.

He’s pulling on your hair a little, now, and that’s always been a weak spot for you, damnit. Your dick is more than just interested now - it’s tenting your boxers, and the position is starting to get pretty uncomfortable.

Still, you can’t bring yourself to end the kiss - not when Bing has finally dared to quest into your mouth, tasting like beer and pizza as he explores. 

Finally, you do have to separate - but you don’t go far, leaning your forehead against his as you both take deep breaths. Bing seems to hesitate for a moment.

“Do you - uh - wanna try out the rest?” It’s obvious what he means, and although your body’s instinctive response is fuck yeah, you think for a second, then brighten with a drunken smile. 

“S… good practice. Making out is a whole lot more than… this.” You gesture between the two of you, and he nods emphatically.

“Besides, I dunno, you never know what someone's junk will be like. Might as well be sure I know how to act.” That’s your bro Bing, always so smart. You smile, and he smiles, and you’re both giggling like idiots.

“No homo, though,” He assures, and you laugh.

“Definitely no homo. We’re good,” You respond, and he laughs as well. He’s good. The best friend you have. Good enough to not leave you hanging after you’ve helped him figure out kissing.

He goes back to doing that, with new ardor, and you close your eyes and kiss back as both of your hands begin moving. He’s more direct about it than you - hands sliding down to your lap with ease, finding their way through the slit in your underwear before you’re halfway down his chest.

The hand on your dick is unexpected and you end the kiss with a sharp curse. Bing stills which is the last thing you wanted. 

“Bro, you goo - ah!” You’re finally able to get your hands on his dick through the thin fabric. The boxers are printed with superman because of course they are, your bro is an awesome person with suitable awesome taste in clothes.

You find your way in through the slit and end up with your hand wrapped loosely around Bing’s dick as he curses quietly, leaning his forehead against yours as you both look down to see what you’re doing. 

You shift your hand, trying to get a feel for it. It’s… very different from doing it on your own. The angle is all weird. But you know what pressure feels good, and how to move your hand, and honestly that’s much more than you knew the first time you got a girl in bed. A slow, soft pull gets you a groan and an answering movement from Bing’s hand. 

“Fuck, dude,” You whisper, and he makes a sound of agreement as you both being moving.

It’s weird but good, knowing that it’s… it’s just Bing.

When you slip up and catch your hand on the fabric he just laughs, and you both take a second’s break to shuck your underwear. It’s okay - you’re just fucking around. There’s no bar to get over.

You’re closer now, almost in each other’s laps, kissing and panting as both of your hands move faster, more surely, slick with precome. Neither of you have thought to pause and find lotion - the friction is almost too much, but you keep the pressure low and slow and it works, somehow.

It’s very different having someone else’s hand on your dick like this. You could probably describe it, but you’re not very good at words in the first place, and especially not when you’re drunk and Bing is twisting his hand just so, making you pant into his open mouth and almost whine with need.

“I’m - so close, Bing, god,” 

“Same, bro,” he says, voice shaky, and pulls you in for a kiss with his free hand. It’s wet and sloppy and awesome, and you wipe your thumb over his head and twist and he’s coming as you keep moving your hand slowly, pushing on until he unwinds his hand from your hair to push it away.

After that, he picks up the speed, pulling an orgasm out of you that has you grabbing onto his thighs and squeezing simply for need of holding onto something, anything. 

You’re both breathing heavily, muscles twitching with overstimulation as your eyes finally flutter open to meet his.

They look almost gold in the light of the table lamp, you note idly, before you’re both looking around for something to dry your hands off with.

He finds a packet of wet wipes and throws it to you, both of you cleaning up quickly and efficiently before pulling on underwear again.

The silence is… odd. Not uncomfortable, exactly, but certainly not still.

You stumble over to your bed, both because his is way too small for the both of you and because it’d just be… odd.

The whole thing is odd and you're still pretty drunk. Best leave the thinking for tomorrow you.

“Hey, Chase?” He says, just before you get in. You turn, and he’s sitting on his bed, looking exhausted and keyed up all at once. 

“Yeah, Bro?”

“We’re cool, right? This wasn’t… too weird?” You shake your head. Bing was too worried, sometimes - too much going on in that head of his.

“We’re cool, bro. It was good.” He looks relieved, and you are too, even if you weren’t worried. He’s your best bro. 

“Goodnight, bro,” You say, and turn out the light. 

“Goodnight, bro,” he replies, and then the orgasm and booze takes out its right and you’re out like a light. 

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Marvin: The food's too hot, I can't eat it.

Jackie: You're too hot and I still eat you.

Chase:

Anti:

JJ:

Henrik, slamming his hands down: ONE DINNER, I JUST WANTED ONE. DINNER.

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Jackieboy: I’ve never done it with a magician before.

Marvin: We’re just regular people.

Jackieboy: (tries to pull Marvin’s dick out of his pants but it just keeps going and going)

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oh man can you do tentacles????? Intrulogical ??

Explicit Content; 18+ ONLY. Minors do not interact with this blog.

Ship: Intrulogical

Notes: tentacles, some mentioned slight dub-con at the start, Eldritch Abomination Remus because that’s just how I’m feeling tonight soz. 

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Some intrulogical tentacle art, bc i keep re-reading @xpouii ‘s fanfics every now and then, link below

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U got me into this ship and one day I will make u suffer the consequences with angsty fic

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Forgot I had these ;) writers have kinks to u know

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Minors Do Not Interact

Little Practice of a little Cheerleader [Little Undressing Animation]

If you didn’t go read this

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u always find the best stuff huh

[sinnamontrashcan]

Hi Lan ... I don't know why I had this idea but I definitely need to share it with you. Imagine Marvin has a "secret magic show" where they're fucked by various of dildoes which is controlled by their magic and tentacles etc and their audience is composed only of chosen ones such as Anti, Dark and other magical or/and dark creatures.

OKAY ALEX YOU GOT ME THERE. 👀👀👀💅💦💦💦

I was literally coming out with an actual like secret society/underground AU where they organise like those bdsm banquets or like performances with usually controversial form of art, where everybody wears masks and shit and this is so good I had to draw smth with it so here u go, me drawin’ shitty nsfw doodles instead of doing anything. 

also. tentacles I’m fuckin dead this is such a good concept need to work on that more?????!!!

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Gonna be posting a fic based on this soon, stay tuned!

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A Little Tied Up

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So, @thedarkeningdusk​ is a genius and came up with a fun Yanois smut that I just had to write. Hope y’all enjoy!

A Litte Tied Up

“Gotta say that I’m used to handcuffs.” Yancy weakly joked as he felt the final tug on the rope that covered his whole body. 

“Handcuffs can be fun, but rope is where true beauty is shown,” Illinois said, pressing a quick kiss to the back of Yancy’s neck before getting off of the bed. He took a step back and looked at the art he created. Yancy was kneeling on the front edge of the bed in only a small pair of black briefs and some strands of ropes tied delicately around his body. The ropes went around his neck and down his back, wrapping around the rest of his body by framing his chest and hugging his slim waist. His legs were tied together and his wrists were tied to his hips, trapping him fully and leaving him vulnerable to whatever Illinois wanted to do. Within reason, of course. 

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Marvelsepticeye nsfw, hypnosis

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Act finale

Another entry in the demon au series, this set a while after the intermission and partly inspired by @pistachiolan‘s fantastic piece of art and the song “lemon to a knife fight” by the wombats.

Fandom: JSE egos

Ship: antimarvin, antimagic, anti x marvin

Rating: R18

CW: Kidnapping, blood, guns, knives, murder, violence, gore, death, unsafe sex.

Marvin knew he’d stayed in one place too long. The mansion he’d… appropriated... It was too noticeable, too open. But he’d been comfortable. 

 Now he’d pay for that in blood.

 The woman in the driver’s seat was quiet. Too quiet, as she glanced back at him now and then, contempt in her eyes. Marvin winked back. He’d have flirted, just to see if it could rile her up, but she’d put duct tape over his mouth before they’d even gotten into the car. Marvin tried to shift, his left arm tingling with pins and needles, but the magical seals placed around his wrists offered no quarter. At least they were in front of him.

 He fell back against the shitty fabric car seats and closed his eyes. He’d really fucked himself over this time, hadn’t he?

 The hunters were only whispered about, spoken of with fear and anger. They were righteous, angelic assholes - wanting to “purge the world of evil” or some shit. Like the world was as simple as black and white. Like humans weren’t filled with evil potential, every last one of them.

The fact that some people went after that potential and used it to get ahead, well. It was just the smart thing to do, at this point.

 The hunters did not agree, of course, nor did they generally stop to debate the issue. Marvin had lost count of how many of his contacts had gone dark, only for their broken and burned body to turn up in a river somewhere. They were terrifyingly effective, enjoying the hunt as much as ridding the world of their target.

 And he was their current one.

 The car stuttered to a stop, sending Marvin tumbling into the seat in front of him with a pained sound. The door by his feet opened, and he tried for a kick. Whoever was there caught his foot and used it to pull him out, letting him fall to the ground with no care. Marvin blinked away the pained stars in his vision and tried to focus. 

 There were… five people, lit by a roaring fire and flickering torches. A dark backdrop of trees surrounding them wherever he looked. Somewhere beyond the crackling of the fire, he heard the soft sound of water against stone.

 He knew what they were planning. A ritual to cleanse the body - break it, burn it, throw it into a river. Simple, terribly archaic, but effective. 

 Someone grabbed him by the hair, and he scrambled and fell as they pulled him along. He couldn’t quite bite back the scream of pain as he fell to the ground in front of the fire, pulling in heavy breaths through his nose as he looked up at his would-be killers.

 Five people, looking down at him with contempt, wielding bats and axes that cast dancing shadows across their faces as he struggled his way into a kneeling position. They didn’t interfere - their cold gazes told him they didn’t expect him to get away.

 Marvin glared back at them. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight. All he had to do was trigger a surge of power - the bindings were enough to tie up his magic, but with blood and souls aiding him, he might be able to break through.

 And then, there would be hell to pay. He was not going to die here.

 One of them stepped forward - a young man, the youngest of them. He looked nervous, eyes flickering between him and the others. Marvin studied him for a second - hair a washed-out green, well built, nervous but determined. 

 The boy looked over at the other once again.

“Should we really… let him talk?” He asked, sounding skeptical. 

“He must confess his sins, Brody,” One of the older women said, leaning on a baseball bat. “He must speak.”

 Marvin tensed his muscles. The boy leaned in, reaching forward to tear the tape off his mouth. The pain was fleeting but sharp, and Marvin used it to spring into action. He shot up, knocking his head into the boy’s chin. He didn't stop to finish the job - didn't stop to think. He just ran. 

 “Its a hunt!” someone yelled from behind him as he stumbled into the woods, barely avoiding a stump and tripping over branches. He ran. He could escape, but - No. They would only keep hunting him. 

 And he was loathe to let them live.

 With that in mind, he turned, shoving himself against a tree and listening. They were spreading out through the forest, shouting to each other. Marvin took a deep breath, searching for that bond, that string of magic that connected him with Anti. It was still there, to his relief. He tugged on it, trying to call Anti to him. 

 Nothing. No puff of smoke, no annoyingly handsome demon stepping out of nothing to get Marvin out of these chains. 

 Marvin heaved a frustrated sigh. Fine. He would have to do it himself.

 A snap echoed through the air, and Marvin was instantly on guard. He listened as someone stepped past his hiding place, muttering prayers under their breath. The green-haired boy, no doubt. Marvin moved slowly around the tree. A moment… another…

 Marvin sprung forward, knocking the boy over. He gasped as the breath was knocked out of him and Marvin knew he only had seconds before the other man would call for help. His eyes searched wildly, glowing cat green in the dark. A glimmer against the moonlight - Marvin dove for the knife in the same moment the boy began yelling. 

 “He's here! Help, god, help me -” the rest of the sentence disappeared in a wailing shriek and a wet gargle as Marvin buried the knife deeply into his chest. 

 Marvin could hear the others coming closer, torches casting a flickering light across the forest. He didn't care. He had what he wanted.

 “Brody, was it?” He said conversationally as the boy choked on his own blood, terror clouding his eyes. Marvin leaned closer, grin wide even as his eyes started glowing.

“Be glad it was quick.” With that he grasped the knife again, tearing it out with a violent twist. Marvin licked the blade, drinking in the blood and power of a souls last breath. The energy filled him like a tidal wave as the boy stilled, and for one moment the forest was entirely quiet.

 Then the simmering energy flooded outwards and Marvin screamed as it tore through his skin and bonds alike, unable to be contained any longer. It burned like fire, but he didn't care. A giggle escaped him, another, as he turned, coming face to face with the four other hunters. His smile was wide and unhinged - his returning powers felt like the best kind of drugs, rushing through his body.

“Well, the hunt is on, isn't it?” He said. Twin fires lit in his hands. “Come get me.”

 The fight was - difficult. Even with his magic back, it was four against one. Marvin swore as he dodged bats and swords, throwing out a fireball to distract them.

The knife was still clutched in his right hand, the wooden handle secure in his grip as he backpedalled. His eyes glanced over them. One at the time. He launched himself at the most frail-looking - an older man, sinew and muscles but with a fragility in his bones Marvin could sense.

 The man hefted an old machete, swinging it wildly in front of him. Marvin dodged, spun, magic crackling along the blade.

A feint to the right, and - he buried the knife in the side of the man’s neck. Before he had time to pull it out, a bat connected with his shoulder, sending him sprawling to the forest floor. He sent out a pulse of magic blindly, grinning through gritted teeth as he heard it tear through flesh and bone.

A woman grunted with pain as Marvin scrambled for the knife, barely dodging a slice from what looked like a medieval sword. He pulled the knife from the still-choking man, sending out a pulse of magic to give himself room enough to scramble to his feet.

Once there, he lunged for the next body he saw, a fireball brewing in his free hand. The woman dodged the knife, but Marvin managed to smack the fireball right into her face. She fell to the ground, screaming as the fire consumed her.

Something sharp bit into Marvin’s side, pain searing through his entire midriff. He screamed and grabbed at the blade stuck between his ribs. With a yell, he tore it out, blood and viscera coating his hand as he sent electricity skittering down the metal.

A scream of pain met Marvin as he whirled on the last two.

They barely looked human to him - simply bodies, in his way. He giggled, switching grip on his knife.

One of them - the younger, he thought - dropped their bat and ran, disappearing into the bush. Marvin met the gaze of the last one, the one that had been holding the sword. Burnt flesh and ozone filled his nostrils as he sucked in breath. 

“You’ll never get away,” they snarled, hands curled into fists. “Demon, I swear, your rightly revenge will come.” 

Marvin tilted his face, puzzled, before he realized. Oh.

“I’m no demon,” He replied, voice torn and pitched into madness as a grin took over his face. “But you’ll wish I was.” 

With that, he raised his knife and lunged. He tackled the person to the ground, and brought it down - sinking into warm, pliant flesh. He pulled it back and struck again, again, again. Everything was blood and simmering power and Marvin leaned back, the blood on his face glittering in the moonlight as he laughed.

 A twig snapped behind him and he whirled, snarl on his face and knife ready for another enemy. 

 “What the fuck, puppet. Starting the fun without me?” Anti’s voice was equal parts cocky and awed as he threw the limp, lifeless body of the last hunter to the ground beside him.

“Seems I didn’t need to show up after all.” His voice was dipping lower, looking around the clearing with dancing eyes. 

“You’re a proper monster, aren’t you?” 

 Marvin snapped. 

 With something between a snarl and a groan he launched himself at Anti, using the ambient magic of so much death to propel himself even faster, tackling Anti right to the ground and fusing their mouths a second later. 

 Anti didn’t complain for a second, of course, pulling Marvin closer as their mouths slid together, slick and heated. It wasn’t until he tried rolling them over that he encountered resistance. Marvin pulled back, grabbing Anti’s hands from his shoulders and shoved them up above his head. 

“And keep them there, Anti,” He hissed before diving back in, mouth working along Anti’s neck and biting deep as he grabbed Anti’s shirt, ripping it to pieces. Anti couldn’t help it - he moaned, loud, hands curling into fists, struggling against invisible bonds of magic and will only half his own.

Marvin was a wild thing on top of him, moving down his body hard and fast and before Anti knew it Marvin had settled between his legs. Anti used magic this time, unwilling to lose another pair of pants to Marvin’s impatience.

Marvin barely even seemed to notice.

His hands went skimming down Anti’s body, rousing burning heat wherever he touched until he curled it around Anti’s dick. Anti couldn’t help the movement of his hips, or the string of curses that slipped from his mouth. 

Marvin, high on blood and lust, barely even paused as his other hand slipped lower, curling inbetween Anti’s cheeks to brush against the opening there. 

The grin on his face was wide and feral.

“I wanna fuck you, Anti,” He purred, the spark of power making them both groan. “I wanna fuck you into the ground until you scream my name.” His voice raspy with screaming and adrenaline as his fingers moved slowly, not pushing, not quite. Waiting for an answer.

Anti breathed deeply of the potent magic in the air, the stench of blood and fear making his blood sing as he grinned at his partner. He didn’t often bottom - not that he minded it, but people tended to have some idiotic ideas about power and sex positions that he simply had to use against them.

But this? With this brilliant fire of a man, burning with magic and power and potential… yes. This was exactly what Anti wanted.

“Fuck yes,” Anti purred, raising his legs to lock behind Marvin’s back and pull them closer together. “Go for it.” 

 Marvin grinned, that feral sharp grin of his, and a shudder went through Anti’s body for entirely sentimental reasons.

Although the suddenly slick finger shoved deep inside him certainly helped, as well. Marvin giggled at Anti’s response, stretching him roughly as he kept dropping kisses and bites along Anti’s collarbone. Anti squirmed, trying to get those fingers deeper, tensing slightly just to feel the extra burn. 

 Marvin didn’t take his time, and Anti didn’t want him to. He was a demon, not a porcelain doll, and it wasn’t long before Marvin was sinking into him, only a single moment of slowness before his movement turned harsh and fast, punching the breath out of Anti with every thrust, pain and pleasure mixing right on the knife’s edge.

Marvin was breathing curses and praise and filthy, filthy words into Anti’s ear. Anti responded in kind - pride thrown to the wayside in this quiet, burning forest. 

 “Fuck, Marvin, keep going, keep going, harder damnit, yessss…” 

 Marvin obeyed, laughing as his movements made Anti moan, loud and unabashed. His movement was calming as he found his way back into himself - but it did by no means slow down. He kept his pace, brushing Anti’s prostate every now and then to broken shouts from the demon as he squirmed under him, so damn close but without that final push to the finish line. It roared like a fire in him, swirling ever-faster just under his skin.

Just a bit more… just another push… Marvin was growing closer as well, his thrusts erratic and harsh. With one final push he finally came, stilling inside him, and Anti could have almost screamed with frustration.

Fuck it.

He focused his power and ripped through his bindings, grabbing Marvin by the shoulders and pulling him in until their lips were almost touching. Marvin made a small noise at being unseated, the sudden pull an almost unnoticed discomfort to Anti as he stared into Marvin’s eyes.

 “Finish what you fucking started, kitten,” Anti hissed before shoving Marvin’s head into his crotch. Luckily he got the idea, and Anti almost yelled as his cock was enveloped in warm, suctioning heat. He buried his hands in Marvin’s hair, more pulling than guiding as he fucked up into that warm mouth. It didn’t take much before he was coming, white hot pleasure rushing through him as he curled up on himself.

He held a firm grip on Marvin’s hair as he buried his cock as deep as it would go in that wet, welcoming throat. Only after several seconds did he pull back, panting. Marvin choked and coughed a bit, swearing, but grinning just as widely as Anti was.

He fell forward onto the demon, boneless and so full of magic and contentment and satisfaction that Anti could do nothing but purr and bury his hands in his hair. 

 They laid in silence for a moment, looking at each other and grinning with post-orgasmic haze. There was a lot that could have been said - about Marvin’s growing power and madness, about Anti’s equally growing fondness for him. About the untold things between them - between the slowly, slowly growing hope that this could be a partnership that lasted.

 Instead Marvin stretched slow and long before pulling himself to his feet, clothes magicked back into place without a bit of effort.

 “Wanna burn this forest to the ground?” He asked, smile still on his face.

 Anti cackled. Oh, how glad he was he’d answered this particular summon.

 “Fuck yes.”

 A few hours they were driving in a stolen car along a quiet forest road, an orange glow lighting up the sky behind them.

 “Where do you wanna head next, then?” Marvin asked, keeping half an eye on the road. “I’m partial to somewhere more populated, myself.”

 Anti, with his feet up against the front, hummed in agreement.

“I’ve always been fond of England. So much sin hidden under so much pomp.”

 Marvin laughed.

“Sounds like your kind of place. Let’s go.” 

 They didn’t stop. There was nothing more they needed: Nothing more than a car, their magic, and each other.