( Thereโs a lot going on irl right now, and itโs making blogging impossible. I miss writing with everyone but Iโve been barely functional the last two weeks and I have no idea when it will get better.
Iโm not much better on discord but we can at least chat ooc there. Im sorry for the abrupt disappearance. I miss everyone. I miss writing.
Iโm tentatively going to start trying to be active again on Charlie, but that might not last long. Until things clear up Actor and Illinois are pretty well on hiatus blog-side. If youโd like to see them in the meantime, mutuals are welcome to reach out on discord still. ily all. )
โ Iโm on Illy rn but I volunteer both him and Charlie for silliness โค๏ธโค๏ธ
Lemme draw your muse! (Accepting)
@pleasuretomeetme / @charofthestars
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Boulder is jealous of the attention Illy has been getting and very much feels like a forgotten lover.
Meanwhile, far away in Space, a mechanic is doing his best to lift the spirits of his friend that works in the kitchen. "Spatchy" is short for "Spatula", in case you're curious. He's still trying to decide on a good greaser name that links to Charlie's love of cooking.
โ I think theyโre doing their best. โ It feels like the safest place for him to start. It isnโt always you there in the dark beside him and yet it is. โ Theyโreโฆ impulsive, I guess Iโd say. A bit ruthless when they need to be. But sometimes you need a little something stronger like that when the roadโs particularly rough ahead. โ He shrugs; youโre strong too, strong enough to cave in heads and climb through the gaps of smashed mirrors. โ Iโm always happy to have them with me for another adventure. โ
โI want you to bend me over and fuck me.โ frooom @alwayshorrible
Itโs clear before lunch what it is that Murdock wants from him. Lingering looks, any excuse to touch one another, a grumble each time theyโre interrupted. Normally Illinois has no hesitation in giving him whatever it may be that he wants.
But thereโs something about the dark flicker in pretty red eyes today that makes him want to tease it out a bit longer than usual.
So he leans into it a bit more.
He lays a hand at Murdockโs hip as he steadies him, lets it slide slowly along his back, fingers brushing just under his waistband before he pulls away.
He lets his husband have just a taste of teeth when he kisses him next, scraping them gently across his lower lip before he pulls away, chuckling as he clasps Murdockโs hand and tows him along despite his flushed cheeks and eager expression.
He insists on lifting Murdock at the slightest provocation, cradling him in strong arms, nudging kisses along his jawline and over his throat, settling him back down again after an unnecessarily long trek only to scoop him up again twenty minutes later.
No trouble at all to help his husband with a dozen puddles between town and the cozy little cabin they called home.
So Illinois isnโt surprised when they get inside and Murdock drops the bag heโd been carrying to shove Illinois back against the kitchen counter. He doesnโt resist, brows arching in acknowledgement as Murdock settles his hands on either side of his hips on the countertop. He sinks back into it a bit more, bringing their heads a bit closer together.
โ What the fuck was all that? โ Murdock demands, making Illinoisโ carefully controlled expression crack into a grin.
โ Iโm not sure what youโre referring to, mon trรฉsor, but if thereโs something I can do for youโ โ Heโs cut off by Murdock leaning up and kissing him, a hand locked onto the back of his neck.
Illinois presses a hand to his back, coaxing their bodies closer together. He can feel one of the many hidden sheathes for his husbandโs many knives under his fingers. His wrist is grabbed before he can delve under his coat to try and draw it.
Heโs smiling innocently when Murdock pulls back to glare at him. But thereโs a fondness lurking in his husbandโs eyes that lets him know precisely how much - or little - trouble heโs truly in.
โ I want you to bend me over and fuck me. Think you can handle that, handsome? โ
Illinois grasps Murdockโs hips and switches their positions easily, pressing his husband snugly against the counter, leaning in over him with a leg snugly pressed between his thighs. His tongue swipes past lips parted in a gasp, stealing the pretty sounds he made as Illinois plucked that shiny black knife from its holster now.
โ Gladly, โ he purrs. โ But only after I cut you out of your handsome little outfit, tesoro. โ
[thighs] - to kiss and suck at my museโs inner thighs + ย [finger] - to finger my muse
When Yancy had asked Illinois if he could tag along on an adventure, this was the last thing he was expecting to happen. But damn, he certainly wasn't complaining.
Days of flirty banter and sly winks had culminated in Yancy being splayed out on some old stone table, wearing nothing but his t-shirt and a lustful gaze mixed with surprise that this was even happening right now. Illinois was kneeled between his legs, fully clothed, leaving yet another hickey on his inner thigh as Yancy groans into the dusty air above him.
Just as Yancy is about to start another round of begging, Illinois slips a second finger inside of him, curling into him, his vision goes white and someone moans long and loud.
"Holy fuck, Illy, youse gonna kill me-"
Illinois chuckles against his thigh, deep and rumbling, Yancy can feel it as much as hear it. "Nah, just gotta make sure you're nice and ready to sing for me, kanarya." He switches to the other leg with a pleased hum, grazing teeth against muscle before kissing along the area.
A shudder runs through him as Illinois speeds up his fingers only slightly. Yancy's hands are above his head, gripping the edge of the table as instructed, so hard his hands ache. His dick has gone untouched this whole fucking time, hard and laying against his stomach and smearing precum there. Even so, the familiar pull in his gut has him panting now.
"Illy, if you keep this up I'm gonna fuckin' come-"
Everything abruptly stops and Yancy whines, not recognizing his own voice. Lifting his head and peering down, he's met with a gaze so intense he almost loses it then and there. "Don't you dare come until I give you permission."
Jesus Christ why was that so hot? Yancy was used to not always being in charge, but the raw energy Illinois exuded...he couldnโt imagine Mr. Adventure Man being anything but. All the ex convict can do is nod dumbly, all other thought ceasing to exist as he prepares for more sweet torture.
โI want to make you feel good.โ + [tenderly] + [risky] sounds like a pretty typical time for the locked up lovebirds~
@pleasuretomeetme
Source here
You know what, you're absolutely right.
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The guards had barely locked the heavy metal cell door as part of the night routine and moved on when Jones had pounced. He pinned his cellie to the wall and immediately latched onto Yancy's neck - the side without the scar.
"Mmm, fuck... Someone's feisty." Not that he minded. If Jones was in a mood, he was happy to be the target of the affections.
"You were singing in the yard today." Jone's voice vibrated against Yancy's skin, "I want a private encore." Words by themselves sounded sincere and flattering, but the actions proved otherwise as Jone's hand dropped down to rub his cellie's crotch. Yancy barely had a moment to brace himself as a soft moan slipped out.
"That's it, darling..." Jones lifted his head so he could swallow the end of the moan in a kiss that was quick to deepen. Sometimes, Yancy would act up and struggle when Jones wanted to take the lead, but tonight he was eager to let things happen. Already he could feel himself getting hard under the expert movements of Jones' hand. Yancy pulled him closer, letting out a soft whimper as he felt himself be pressed firmer against the wall. With prisoners either side of them with thin walls, care needed to be made in case any of them heard the pair (or worse, the guards caught them).
Yancy wasn't to know that there was more risk in Jones being caught, but it was an exciting challenge to keep quiet when you wanted to make it known that you were being treated just right. But in those quiet moments, his top was pulled off so Jones' free hand could wander free and send shivers up the other prisoner's spine.
"Jones..." Yancy's whisper was already heavy with lust as he kept his mouth close to Jones' lips, "Fuck me right here."
"I want to make you feel good tonight, Yance. As tempting as it is to keep you here, I'd rather something more intimate on the bed." Not even the old metal frames could blow their cover. The bottom bunk had been tested rigorously, and both knew how to move in ways that didn't make it groan tell-tale creaks. Not even Yancy adjusting himself on the mattress made a noise. Not even when Jones climbed on and continued his exploration of his partner's body while stripping both of them. And all the while, Yancy arched his back, quietly moaning in a way that was music to Jones' ears. He couldn't help but wonder how vocal Yancy would get in a hotel room far from here, where no one cared about who he was or Jones' real identity.
The music grew more enticing as Jones slowly worked Yancy open with a bottle of smuggled lube. He couldn't help but encourage it. Not only did he make a move to fuck Yancy with three fingers, but he also leaned down to gently bite and tease a nipple.
"Fuck... Youse is gonna fucking ruin me at this rate..." It sounded like it was exactly what Yancy wanted, and Jones was quick to pull everything back so he could prep himself.
"Not yet... We don't want you finishing too quick. I want to hear more from you." Time was needed to let Yancy return from the brink, so Jones took the opportunity to put on a proper show of getting himself ready. Yancy was caught hook, line, and sinker as he pulled himself into a sitting position to kiss Jones again. Tongues briefly clashed before Yancy broke apart and whispered, "Youse is perfect, Jones."
"Not as much as you are, Yance. Ready?"
"Yeah." He lay back down, opening his legs more to give plenty of room so Jones could push in. To Jones' delight, there was a long whine from Yancy.
"Look at you.... Taking this like it's your purpose in life. You're a work of art." And that wasn't even a commentary about the tattoos that normally were hidden under the prison uniform. When he bottomed out, he remained like that for a brief spell before finally rocking into Yancy.
"Jones..." His head lolled to the side, leaving his neck open and tempting for Jones to swoop down and continue the mission of leaving kisses and bites that were hard enough to give pleasure, but left no obvious marks against Yancy's skin.
The pace gradually built up to a steady, firm pace. Yancy gripped the flimsy sheets for dear life, biting his lower lip in a weak attempt to keep focused.
"What's the matter? Something troubling you?" Jones couldn't help but tease. So often was this card pulled on him that he was due revenge.
Yancy didn't answer with words at first. Instead, he moaned. But when that wasn't good enough to count as a response, he forced himself to try and speak, "I need you."
"Then you'll have me. Just keep that pretty voice down a little longer." And true to his word, Jones upped the ante, noting with glee how grateful his partner was. It wasn't long before Yancy came, holding himself back just enough for his voice to be a sensual hum. Jones leaned down to kiss him properly, reaching his climax moments later.
There was a chance that one of them would stir during the night and start the harder challenge of another round while everyone was asleep. But right now, the cellmates shared brief kisses and murmurs of adoration as they settled in each other's embrace.
The prisoner gives a light shrug and a coy smirk. "When youse is intimate with youse's cellie, it can be kinda hard to get them off the mind, see. So a lot of my 'dirty thoughts' set in prison are based on stuff we did. For instance... One time he was 'bout to be on his rec time break, and I was scheduled to work, so I took a few minutes to get him all worked up nice and good. Pulled him close, grinded against his ass, took his shirt off so I could litter his shoulder with hickies. But just when he was hard as a fuckin' rock and needy, the bell went to indicate prisoners needed to be at they's next slot. So I had to shrug and get going, making him promise we'd pick up right where I left off."
He looks delightfully smug as he adds, "To this day he thinks it was a fluke, but I knews what I was doing. I wanted to leave him alone for a while, all hot and bothered with no way to properly relieve it. Sure, youse could jerk off, but is that the same as getting properly fucked? Can't say you can get full relief attempt to fuck youself on your fingers." He leans forward, resting his chin on his hand while he lets that sink in.
"Nowadays, now that I knows the truth and I ain't angry at him no more? Well, that's easy. So most of you knows him a cocky adventurer, all suave and whatnot. In my timeline, he ain't that. He's an actor... But he's still cocky as fuck in the right company. I ain't nowhere near reaching parole just yet, but I do get day releases where I'm let out in the morning with a tracker and gotta be back by a certain time at night. I'd love to do things that knock him back a peg or two and remind him that he's human too. Picture this with me," he leans back in his chair and spreads out both hands like he's setting a scene. "He takes me to the cinema, yeah? Telling me all 'bout this movie he's been wanting to see. But it's shit and ain't worth the time. So I gets bored, and I start letting my hand roam until it leans on whatever fancy pants he's wearing despite being 'incognito'. But that ain't good enough for me, and I'm getting to work rubbing his crotch before he can stop me. I'm more than eager to give him a slow handjob for the movie, but the real question is whether them acting skills of his keep us from getting kicked outta the cinema."
" 'Course," he finishes while loosely folding his arms, "I've had plenty of thoughts 'bout him fucking me too. It ain't one sided, y'know?"
โI love it when you moan for me.โ + [vibrator] + [edge] ( the last one was for Partner, this oneโs for Accomplice~ )
The Accomplice has been remembering a lot of things lately.
Illinois was the subject of most of them. Their realisation of their past life as his Partner had been... Not so much of a surprise, actually. Theyโd known he was familiar since the moment theyโd met him, a nagging sense of dรฉjร vu that went beyond Murdockโs constant raving about him, something more instinctual, like a tug deep inside their gut that demanded they follow the thread and unravel the mystery of just who he was. Theyโd tried to fight it for weeks, avoiding the adventurer like he was plagued, making their excuses to go back to their office when he emerged from a room in the cabin to join the conversation, darting behind cardboard buildings to dodge his searching gaze in town, insisting they would leave the two newlyweds to enjoy their honeymoon uninterrupted... But Illinois was stubborn. Heโd remained persistent, slowly working away their hesitation and creeping into the thin cracks between their armour to wedge his way into their heart...
And then it had just all fallen apart.
They remembered him. Not fully. Not the same way he recalled them. Just in fragments, moments interspersed by cavernous holes of empty space, but enough to know that he was important. That theyโd been important to him too, once. And that theyโd left him. Just like all the others had, except they hadnโt left even a memento for him to cling to. Just the memories and the grief that they now recognised in every step of his waking moments, weighing down on his shoulders and creeping into the edges of his sunny smile. They felt so awfully guilty for it, but heโd insisted he would rather have the pain than have never met them at all; a sentiment that the Accomplice canโt possibly begin to understand. So they decide that theyโll just have to make up for lost time instead.
Illinois had agreed, clearly.
Which is how theyโve ended up lying back on the small bed of his office, sinking into the mattress as they arch their back and rut against the buzzing tip of the small vibrator wand heโs pressing against their clit, brokenly moaning his name between gasps for air. It gurgles quietly with the slick Illinoisโ coated it in from the Accompliceโs own pussy, serving as perfect lube for his purposes. This particular activity they donโt remember doing with him before, but Illinois assures him that theyโd only discovered the joys of battery powered portable toys after theyโd left, and they had all the time in the world to try them out now. The thought alone is enough to make the Accomplice shudder and buck their hips up more to chase the mounting heat behind their clit, nearly brimming over with pleasure, their moans going breathy and whining as their climax climbs up to tease at their core...
When Illinois abruptly pulls the toy away, prompting the Accomplice to move their hips in a vain attempt to chase it, halted by his strong hands pinning them back onto the bed even as they writhe and rock and twist under him. Their voice is a desperate whine in their throat, and they look up at the adventurer straddling their hips to plead with him, to beg to come, please, they were so close, almost there, why does he keep stopping, pleeeeaaaase.
Illinois, for his part, looks much too pleased with himself over them, fully clothed and looming over their exposed naked figure squirming against the sheets, and even the straining tent in his shorts canโt help them feel more evenly matched. His cheeks are flushed and his bottom lipโs red and worn where heโs been biting it as he watches, eyes half lidded and nearly black with desire. Instead of returning the now motionless toy, he instead leans down to press several open kisses to their lips, trailing down to their jaw, then neck as they chuckle at the way the Accomplice grabs at their back like a life line.
โI love it when you moan for me,โ he murmurs, voice rumbling against their pulse, and the toy switches back on right up against their clit without warning, and by god does the Accomplice moan for him. They can only hope that heโll let them actually cum this time.
โDo you want me to take you like this?โ + [wall] + [palm]
Of course the Partner knows Illinois is hot. Theyโre not blind.
Itโs painfully obvious to anyone with working eyes that Illinois is swimsuit model levels of painfully attractive, and he wears it like he knows it just as much as anyone else. He flirts and smiles and tilts his head just so to make searing eye contact, sparkling eyes locking with theirs until the Partner looks away first, flustered and trying to play it off, but he chuckles lowly in the way that tells them he knows exactly what heโs doing, and itโs agonising. He doesnโt do relationships. Heโd said as much before theyโd even really gotten to know each other; but heโd also said he didnโt do partners, and, well... Here they are. Sharing a tent, sitting close enough to press thighs around the camp fire, watching each otherโs backs in treacherous tombs, and if that can change, then why not the first?
It has to mean something. The lingering touches, the heated glances, the hummed teases... Itโs too much to be just mindless flirting. And they can swear that Illinois gets a little red in the face when they return fire, adjusting his hat to shadow his eyes as he flicks them away, and that has to be a sign, right? It must be. They just need to wait a little longer. Itโll all come to a head eventually.
They just hadnโt expected eventually to be mid adventure in a Mediterranean burial ground.
Theyโre just picking their way through a rough tunnel when the telltale rumbling echoes through the small space, and Illinoisโ slamming them against the stone wall and pressing as hard against them as he can, flattening them to narrowly avoid the stupid fucking boulder that appears just to haunt him at the worst possible times, and they can feel his heartbeat pounding against theirs, thick arms flexing to keep their hands flat against the wall, trapping them underneath his heaving chest, and theyโre pressing back up into him before they can even think about it. Being this close to him, sweat damp skin against his, the brim of his hat bumping against their forehead, breath hot on their neck, has their train of thought screeching to a halt.
They hold their breath as they wait for him to step back now the dangerโs passed, but... He doesnโt. Instead, he tilts his head to rake his eyes down their barely trembling body, tense and pulled taught under him, and they almost whimper as they feel their dick stir in their borrowed shorts, twitching in interest. And much to their distress, Illinois feels it too. Thereโs the beginnings of a smirk at his lips as he trails a hand down to press experimentally at them, and the Partner bucks up into it with a choked off moan, face flushing to the very tips of their ears as their cock practically leaps at his touch, getting so hard so quick that theyโre a little dizzy with it.
โDo you want me to take you like this?โ He murmurs in their ear, kneading his open palm down at their clothed dick, and the Partner canโt possibly say yes fast enough, breathy and rushed as they snap their hips up to meet his hand, helplessly rutting against him. Their hands loop behind his neck to clutch at his nape, fingers tangling in the short locks of hair there. They donโt care that itโs probably disrespectful to the ruins. They donโt care that itโs an inopportune time and place. All they care about is Illinoisโ hands on them and the the pulsing need in their gut thatโs been building over months of coyness and teasing.
If you're still taking guesses I'm gonna say maybe collars, whips, or maybe even just plain aftercare
Illinois hums thoughtfully. โ Yes, maybe, and yes. โ It wasnโt something he reached for on his own, but it wasnโt something he was completely opposed to either.
TW: explicitย sexual content, some slight humiliation. Feel free to change wording, pronouns, genitalia, etc, to better fit your muse.
Send one of the following SENTENCES for my museโs reaction:
โYouโre so pretty like this.โ
โYouโre beautiful when youโre all flushed and wanting.โ
โDo you want me to take you like this?โ
โEasy, I donโt want to hurt you.โ
โSlow down, slow down.โ
โYou can be rough with me, I wonโt break.โ
โI want to suck you off.โ
โI want to eat you out.โ
โDid you touch yourself, thinking of me?โ
โPlease, please, touch me.โ
โI want to bury my face between your thighs.โ
โI want to touch you all night.โ
โPlease. Please, Iโll beg, Iโll do anything you want.โ
โYou can beg better than that, I think.โ
โHarder, harderโโ
โFuck me until I canโt think.โ
โI want you to bend me over and fuck me.โ
โWould you let me take you here? Where anyone might see?โ
โI donโt usually do this - but for you, anything.โ
โYou have such beautiful thighs.โ
โBe patient, Iโm not going to fuck you dry, no matter how much you beg.โ
โBeg me for it.โ
โYou were made for this, werenโt you?โ
โI think youโd stay on your knees all night if Iโd let you.โ
โRide me. Slowly, thatโs it.โ
โDonโt you dare come until I give you permission.โ
โAh-ah. Donโt touch me.โ
โTouch yourself, go on.โ
โI want to make you feel good.โ
โI love it when you moan for me.โ
โCome on, darling, come for me.โ
โCome on my fingers, thatโs it.โ
โGod, your mouth, pleaseโโ
โI need you, I need your (mouth/cock/pussy/ass/fingers)โโ
โShh, do you want someone to walk in on us with your cock in me?โ
โIโll let you have me any way you want.โ
โIโve wanted to fuck you all night.โ
โYouโre so fucking tight.โ
โYou feel so good.โ
โKiss me, I wantโpleaseโโ
โOh, fuck, Iโm gonna comeโ!โ
โPlease let me come.โ
โI think I could go again, if you wanted.โ
Sendย one of the following PROMPTS for my museโs reaction:
[tug] - to pull my museโs head back by the hair
[throat] - to grip my muse gently but firmly by the throat
[chin] - to tilt my museโs chin up to make them look at your muse
[kneel] - to kneel in front of my muse
[wall] - to pin my muse to a wall
[wrists] - to hold my muse down by the wrists
[flip] - to flip my muse onto their stomach and hold them down
[drag] - to drag my muse into yoursโ lap
[palm] - to rub a palm against my museโs clothed groin
[rut] - to push a knee between my museโs thighs, against their groin
[mouth] - to mouth at my museโs groin through their pants or underwear
[taste] - to have my muse taste themselves on your museโs fingers
[tongue] - to kiss my muse with tongueย
[thighs] - to kiss and suck at my museโs inner thighs
[lick] - to go down on my museย
[finger] - to finger my muse
[breasts] - to fondle my museโs breasts
[booty] - to fondle my museโs ass
[spank] - to spank my muse
[restrain] - to tie my museโs hands to prevent them from moving them
[vibrator] - to use a vibrator on my muse
[penetrate] - to fuck my muse with a cock, dildo or strap
[pants] - to make my muse come in their pants
[facial] - to come on my museโs face
[inside] - to come inside my muse
[risky] - to make my muse come where thereโs a risk of being heard/discovered
[early] - to make my muse come earlier than expected
[edge] - to edge my muse/deny them orgasm
[beg] - to beg my muse to let yours come
Addย โreverseโ to any prompt for my muse to perform the action on yours instead! Alternatively, feel free to make up your own prompt even if itโs not on the list!
