#this one is just. unearthly sexy

[wildsaltair]

the way his tunic fits over his chest is literally the air I breathe every day

[loveisnotfinite]

Things to be noted after the trailer of season 3 of Bridgerton part 2:

First things first, a ten days waiting is unacceptable. It’s a crime against fandomkind. Netflix, Shonda. You’re pure evil. I despise you. I adore you.

Secondly… my goodness, Pen is getting gorgeous and gorgeous. It’s hurting my eyes. Kate was breathtaking but Pen’s… I mean, she’s from another planet at this point. She’s glowing, unearthly, a goddess. She’s killing it in all departments. Character-wise (a lady doesn’t have dreams, just her husband… that still resonates, on different levels, chills) and as “object” of desire. Those lips, those cheekbones, the hair, her chest… those eyes, that body. Never saw someone so stunning. Maddly in love with this season, this couple and Penelope.

Eloise is getting lovelier by the minute too. Falling for her gowns. Can’t wait to see how their story plays put too. Bring on the drama, I am so not ready and so eager it’g getting me off balance and messing with my daily focus.

Benedict, oh BB. You’re my hero. I love the comic release you provide. Never change.

Antony, what can I say? You’re so impulsive (and kinda of an hypocrite let’s say it). But I love you, you’re the loveliest redeemed rake I have ever come across on tv.

Colin… where do I start? Your kind smirk gets me wobbly knees all the times. You’re adorable, mama’s boy and kinda a sexy bomb since you’ve blossomed. But aside from my hormones… shall we talk about the agonizing cry of angst he displayed against Pen after finding out of LW? I am heartbroken. What a hurtful moment. Luke, dear, I had underestimated you. What a scene, what a line… and the chemistry, for the love of tv Gods, is off the charts. Those love scenes... One can almost feel it under their skin. And there’s yet more to come… will I ever recover? Never I presume.

Go Miolet! Go! Let’s give mama B some water to tender her garden!

[seat-safety-switch]

Recently, a child asked me why an old Toyota was making a horrible noise. It was part of my community service, cleaning up after a group of disadvantaged children. Originally, I thought it was just that they were poor, but after this interaction I realized that they (the kids) were also stupid. That sound? An exhaust backfire from poorly clocked ignition timing.

I mean, sure, there were obviously lots of other problems too. Vacuum leaks, a clogged-up throttle body, and what I suspected was just a hint of worn-out, rattling heat shield. It all came together in an incredibly loud melange of 1980s car adversity. This poor, late-80s Tercel was suffering, ready to be lowered into the grave but still fighting on past all odds, a testament to the survival instinct shared solely by high-mileage import automobiles.

You’re probably out there going, I bet this asshole is going to try and fix up a total stranger’s car just to demonstrate to the children the importance of doing basic maintenance. Nothing doing, bud: the directions on my court order were incredibly narrow and specifically indicated that I shouldn’t teach the kids about any sort of internal combustion engine, much less old two-door economy cars. Of course, that didn’t mean I couldn’t bring in consultants. Guest speakers, if you will. Enter Shaky Tim, my painter “friend” from a few years back.

Tim had ingested virtually every solvent known to man during the course of his long career, and as a result had developed what the medical journals called “a superhuman ability” to sense the specific concentration of gases in an area. He was basically a human mass spectrometer, except that he didn’t cost thousands of dollars, and he’d piss his pants if there was too much ethanol in the mix. Shaky Tim went over to the driver, who was letting the thing idle while he checked his smartphone (presumably with some kind of hookup app meant for poorly-maintained engines to find a sexy mechanic in their area,) and Shaky Tim helped him adjust his distributor.

Before we go any further, I think it is important to note two more facts about my friend Tim. One: he can no longer speak the Queen’s English, as it was taken from him by what his whiteboard scrawls indicate may have been some kind of Varsol-sponsored leprechaun. Two: his customer-service skills leave much to be desired. As the terrified children watched on, Tim pried the hood-release cable out through the fender liner, popped the hood, and loosened the distributor cap tie-down bolt with his bare hands. Then he pinched off a vacuum line while sniffing around the exhaust header leak, and, using his unearthly sense of smell, slowly wiggled the thing into perfect running condition, the ignition system now humming in the mathematical ideal.

I like to think the kids learned a lot from Shaky Tim, and maybe they accidentally learned something else from me. It’s better to have your burned-out druggie friend get into a fight with a random Tercel owner than to get into that very same fight yourself. I hear Tim’s gonna have that thing painted any day now, as soon as he remembers where his paint shop is.

[kuukiha]

humidity

anton and sohee get high in their hotel room

*tee hee :>

their kisses were sloppy and lazy, spit coating their lips as they licked over each others teeth like feverish zombies.

sohee moaned out, high pitched and breathy as anton pulled him closer. they could barely breathe, but the dizzines from lack of air only made everything feel more unreal.

sohee took the liberty of climbing onto anton's lap, drawing a deep moan from the younger as his knee sweeped against his crotch. anton's big hand pawed at sohee's chest, his knuckles grazed over his hardened nipples and pulled a gasp from him.

when anton had told sohee that he'd brought some weed to the hotel room, sohee was sure that the fbi was going to swat their room in the next five minutes. that was, until anton had explained that weed was legal in the state they were in, and that the worst that would happen is a scolding from the hyungs and a few dirty looks from the staff after paying the extra fees for smoking in the hotel room, then sohee was fully down.

sure, he'd never smoked before (he'd never even seen a cigarette in person until he turned 16), but anton was more than willing to teach him.

sohee was actually pretty surprised at how experienced anton seemed to be at it all, even making tricks with the smoke as he breathed it out.

"i never knew you were a smoker, anton." sohee said quietly, tilting his head a bit as anton placed his blunt (pre-rolled, anton had taught him that term) into the ashtray.

anton chuckled a bit, his bangs falling into his slightly pink eyes.

"there's a lot you don't know about me, sohee." he gave a slick smirk, making sohee roll his eyes. he almost acknowledged the lack of honorifics, but decided to let it slide.

besides, they were far past that at this point.

anton had gotten sohee out of his clothes faster than he could register it, throwing them off to the side. his lips seemed to be everywhere at once - attacking his lips and then his neck and then his chest.

sohee tried to slow anton down a bit, but his thoughts couldn't move as fast as anton's body did.

"a-anton, wait.." he gasped softly as anton's dry tongue lapped over one of his nipples, making his hips buck slightly.

"hm? fuck am i waiting for?" sohee couldn't really understand what he was saying since he was speaking in English, but it was sexy nonetheless.

"fuck! fuck, just-" anton giggled at him, small and cute as he looked up at him with those pretty eyes.

sohee could barely see him in the darkness, but he could see the raging lust that lay behind his hooded lids. it was so conflicting how something so cute could be so sexy all at once, but sohee didn't dwell on it.

"so how the hell do i actually do this?" sohee asked, holding the blunt like it was some unearthly object. anton rolled his eyes.

"you take a deep breathe and hold it, then let it out." sohee gave him a skeptical look as he dug a water bottle out from his backpack.

"it's gonna burn, you're gonna cough, too. drink some water afterwards." sohee pouted a bit, taking the water that anton had given him.

"how come you don't cough after?" anton giggled a bit.

"i've been smoking since i was 13, that's why." sohee's eyes went a bit wide, but he didn't question it.

he wrapped his lips around the blunt, noticing how closely anton was inspecting him, before taking in a deep breath. attempting to, anyways.

the cough he let out was treacherous, surely waking that entire floor. he felt like his vocal chords were bleeding, like he was gonna puke, and anton was laughing at him.

"shit, i didn't think you'd be this bad at it. i didn't even cough that hard when i tried the first time." sohee glared at him with watery eyes, pounding at his chest to help himself regain his breath.

"okay, look, give it back. i'll show you, okay?"

sohee let out a loud moan as he slid inside of anton's slippery hole. he wondered how he could already be so loose, when did he even have time to prep himself? he didn't really care if he was being honest, the feeling was too overwhelming for him to think about anything except for staving off his orgasm.

anton's back arched as sohee gripped his hips harder, nearly making him drop their blunt onto the bed - that really would've pissed the hotel staff off.

"fuck, sohee, deeper!" anton whined out, his typically soft voice getting just a little louder than usual. sohee chuckled at how cute he was.

"hm.. that's hyung to you." anton gave him a deadpan look, a little scary considering how low and red his eyes were, but sohee giggled anyhow.

"fuck you." his voice was low and scratchy, maybe it always got like that after he smoked? sohee liked it.

"you get so cranky when you're high."

"i get cranky when you don't do what i fucking tell you." sohee feigned surprise.

"a little potty mouth, too." he slid in a little deeper, leaving a small bit of his cock out just to tease. anton let out a soft moan, clenching tightly around him.

"please, just fuck me-" sohee cocked his head, very slowly grinding into him as he pretended to think. anton's back began to arch as he let out a drawn out moan, surely loud enough for their neighbors to hear.

"fine, only because it's getting really hard not to cum right now." he said with a stifled giggle, sheathing the rest of his length inside of the boy. his hid his head in the crook of anton's neck to try and dampen the loud moan he let out, making anton giggle.

"feels good, right?"

"shit.. i could get used to this." sohee said, voice gruff from the dryness of his throat. anton sighed, plucking the blunt from his fingers and tossing it back into the ashtray.

"don't - this is illegal for you, remember?" it was sohee's turn to roll his eyes as he rolled over to face anton, scowling playfully at the weak smirk on his face.

"how the fuck would the korean government even know that i'm smoking this right now? like, the blue house could not give less of a fuck." anton chuckled softly.

"first of all, the blue house is out of commision. second of all, drug tests exist." sohee glared at anton for a few seconds before picking the blunt out of the ashtray and taking a long, exaggerated drag.

"fuck them. this is great. i feel like my brain is getting ran over my a four-wheeler, but like, slowly." anton furrowed his eyebrows, a laugh sputtering from his lips.

"a four-wheeler? what the fuck?" sohee shrugged as he passed the blunt back to anton, who took a weak drag.

"what does it feel like when you get high, then?" anton let out a small sigh, shaking his bangs out of his eyes.

"it feels really... out of body, you know? like i'm here but i'm not." sohee was quiet for a few seconds.

"so it feels like busting a nut?" anton furrowed his brows once more, sending an offended look sohee's way.

"really, bitch?" sohee furrowed his eyebrows as well, putting his hands up in defense.

"that's what you just told me! out of body experience, busting a nut - it's like, the same fucking thing." anton simply stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a sigh, resting on the bed once more.

"i mean.. i guess? like, i never thought about it like that before.. you just made it sound so fucking gross."

"i speak my mind." anton rolled his eyes, taking the blunt back from sohee.

"whatever. you sound stupid." sohee couldn't keep himself from smiling - irritating anton was always too fun.

"fuck, just like that!" anton moaned out, gripping sohee's hair tightly as the older pounded into him.

sohee still couldn't fully understand anton yet, but it was all the more sexy for sohee. his hips were stuttering like crazy, but with anton's constant guiding hand forcing him to hold a steady rhythm, he was determined to hold out for as long as possible.

the slapping noises were getting a bit unbearable, loud and sticky and constant. it was making the room entirely too hot and making it hard to breathe, but there was no way they were stopping now.

"yes- yeah, deeper! fuck, sohee~"

anton's face was fucked out beyond belief - eyes unfocused, eyebrows furrowed, hair sweaty and sticking to his cheeks and lips bruised from their violent kisses. safe to say he wasn't making things any easier for sohee.

that's not to say that sohee wasn't equally as fucked, his hair all over the place and deep hickies riddling his jaw and neck and collarbone and chest, especially around his nipples. the makeup noonas were surely gonna have a field day with this one.

"s-sohee, i'm gonna c~um, gonna cum!" anton yelled out. it was the loudest that sohee had ever heard him get, he was sure of it, only making his hips speed up and his thrusts grow even more bruising.

"does everything feel different when you're high?" sohee asked, eyes trained on the small bumps jutting out of the popcorn ceiling. they had just smoked the last of their first blunt, and things were definitely starting to set in fully for sohee.

"not really. i mean, everyone reacts differently. for me, some things feel the same snd other things feel different. like, taking a shit feels the same but pissing weirdly feels really good." sohee let out a weak chuckle, fingers circling the soft comforter underneath them.

"so, cumming would probably feel different, right?" anton scoffed softly, sitting up a bit to look down at sohee. he was equally as fucked up, but he was a little more functional than the other and it showed.

"what is up with you and cumming today? are you horny or something?" the question practically answered itself as anton did a quick glance over sohee's form, sohee's cock twitching in his jeans at his words.

"you're such a freak, man." sohee shrugged, a smile coming to his face.

"i'm just too real for you." anton gently slapped sohee's chest as he laid back down, a little closer to the older this time.

"what the fuck ever, dude."

silence fell over the room for the next few minutes as the smoke from their little session floated over their heads and into their eyes. sohee had actually almost fallen asleep until anton's soft voice filled his ears once more.

"what?" he asked softly, making anton purse his lips a bit.

"what is it?" he asked again, sitting up this time. it was hard to hear anton without seeing his lips, for whatever reason.

"i said that cumming would probably feel different." he said, cheeks a little red. sohee tilted his head a bit, gently gripping the blankets.

"oh yeah.. it would be like, more intense, wouldn't it?" anton nodded quietly.

"i've never really gotten high and jerked off before, so i wouldn't know, but i'm assuming." sohee hummed softly. he didn't really believe that, but he didn't feel like pressing it.

"we should find out." anton's eyebrows furrowed a small bit.

"find out what?" sohee rolled his eyes, slowly shifting to sit up on his knees. his cock print was extremely visable through his jeans, making anton swallow heavily.

"find out if it feels different, you know. i'll just give you a blowjob or something, it doesn't have to be-" anton put his hand on sohee's chest to stop him, making his breath hitch a bit.

"shut up, sohee." and sohee did, letting anton grip his shirt and pull him closer.

"don't make this weird, okay? you made me curious." he said softly, eyes low and focused of sohee's lips.

sohee's words spilled out into anton's mouth as the younger closed the gap between their lips, making him let out a surprised moan.

he hadn't imagined anton's lips to be so soft.

"sohee! so- sohee, ugh!" anton yelled out, holding sohee's head firmly at the crook of his neck as he came. his entire body shook, his hole sporadically clenched and spasmed around sohee's cock, making his hips jerk wildly.

he stopped holding back (he wasn't sure if he would've been able to keep it up much longer, anyways), muffling his loud moans into anton's warm skin as he came deep inside of him.

it was an indescribable feeling, especially in his inebriated state. it truly was out of body, his legs shaking wildly and his chest heaving for breath. he felt like he'd even gone blind for a few seconds, holding onto anton's limp body for dear life as he slowly came down.

anton's clammy hands wandered sohee's wide shoulders, gripping softly to make sure he was still there. he giggled softly, legs pulling him in slowly. sohee didn't fight it, moaning softly at the feeling of him being pushed deeper inside.

the two stayed like this for a while, hot and humid as they tried to regain their breath. sohee could feel anton's soft lips kissing along his shoulder, slowly bringing him back to earth. their residual high hadn't yet worn off, but he felt a lot more sane this time around, so he assumed they were probably both coming down.

"you with me, big boy?" anton whispered softly, finally switching back to korean. he chuckled a little, adjusting just slightly to a more comfortable position.

"yeah, yeah, i'm back. you okay?" anton hummed softly and nodded, gently patting sohee's shoulder.

"so?" sohee was quiet for a few seconds, eyebrows furrowing a bit.

"so, what?" anton rolled his eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he reached up to sweep his sweaty bangs out of his eyes.

"did you feel any different? while cumming, i mean." sohee had almost forgotten that his question was what spurred on this whole thing. he smirked a small bit, biting his lip softly.

"i don't know.. maybe we need to test it out again? i was too gona to even think about that." anton gave him a deadpanning look, gently pushing him off of him. sohee chuckled loudly, following anton as he slinked off of the bed.

"what? was the joke that bad?" anton scurried over to the mini fride at the corner of the room, scanning the insides incessantly.

"yes, but that's not why i got up. i'm hungry as shit. munchies are no joke, man." sohee furrowed his eyebrows, his tummy growling deeply as if on cue.

"what the fuck are munchies and why are you just now telling me about them?" anton disregarded his question, too focused on looking.. somewhat presentable as he threw some clothes on.

"are you gonna bitch or are you gonna come and raid sungchan and shotaro hyung's fridge with me?"

sohee took very time to think before very ungracefully stumbling off of the bed, throwing on the clothes they had disgardes hours ago before following anton out of the bedroom, face flushed and a pit deep in his tummy.

[astroboots]

Hey miss boots I have another horny thot :)

Do you agree that Steven would see the reader in one of those grandma-core nightgowns (usually light colors with floral prints made of cotton if you’re unfamiliar, I don’t know if it’s just a USA southern thing or not) and just go right off his rocker with how inexplicably sexy he finds it? (Maybe this is entirely a self-indulgent thought but) they’re airy and loose and comfy and not intended to be anything remotely close to lingerie but I’ve been wearing one this summer bc it’s been so unearthly hot and I can’t help but imagine him ogling the barest suggestions of curves under the fabric, a hip here, an asscheek there, a bit of cleavage if you bend over just right, and it driving him absolutely nuts. ‘Leaving things to the imagination’, I guess. And if he indulges his curiosity? Tugging you into his lap and smoothing his hands over your thighs and cupping your ass and finding out you’ve gone without underwear for ‘air flow’ (bc let’s be honest we’ve got to let the girl breathe occasionally right)? What I wouldn’t give to see the look on his face and how fast he’d snake his fingers under the hem to pull it up and satisfy his curiosity as well as indulge it👀🫠

Sorry if this is a bit odd if an odd thot, like I said it’s self indulgent lol, but I thought maybe you’d enjoy it too :)

woof woof woof woof. Yes absolutely. ANYTHING CURVE. the man will lose his whole ass man! (he's just a little slut at heart mmkay). If you were dressed in head to toe with heavy fabric and your ankle slipped out he's the type that would get a heart attack and blush furiously at the sight of it!

Boy has a lively imagination, and he still holds memories of what you look like without any clothing. Sliver of skin is all it takes, and a nightgown that when you bend over the bed to grab your book hugs just so snugly over the curve of your breast when before it didn't? That is absolutely enough to set him off.

I loved this, not weird at all hon! I love indulgent thoughts, come at me!

[kusagrasskusa]

Heyyy could i get some d'vorah x female reader hcs??? I love bug wife sm but theres no fanfiction abt her

Ahhh my gosh yes!!!! If I’m gonna be honest D’Vorah is my least favorite character of all Mortal Kombat characters, but that doesn’t mean I dislike her. Actually she’s pretty fucking epic and a cool character to write about. Tbh I’m really REALLY happy with this request since I’m also the type who simps over characters who aren’t popular enough to get a lot of fanfics about them if any XD

So thank you so very much!!!!! I hope this is to your liking! I kinda suck at hc since I alway add story so if I don’t do enough of hcs, lemme know so I can make a part two!!

And also, I’m gonna be posting a really sad request later today… I had to step back from that because it broke my heart 😭 So if ya’ll like Raiden.. stay tuned ;)

This was made by Fezat1 on Deviantart :)

D’Vorah (bug wife) X Female! Reader - Headcannons

So let’s say lovely, beautiful Y/N is um A fugitive

But on her way to escaping her prison, she got hungry and ate some berries out of desperation. Of course she wasn’t as desperate as she was whenever she was trying to escape from a giant fucking web in the middle of Outworld.

But whenever the Queen D’Vorah discovered the girl, my my.. She was so cute! Pulling on the web, crying, begging for dear life 🥰🥰❤️ Why, it made the queen almost not wanna kill her! But instead to savor each drop of blood she tastes because it’s not very often you see someone as cute as this one

Oh but in the end… She couldn’t even do that. Something compelled her to free you, but in return.. You must “stay” for a “little bit” which this sexy bug mama deserved, right?

I feel like D’Vorah wouldn’t be very good at showing expression. Bugs don’t mate for life save for cockroaches and termites, and so her need to stay with you feels more like a need the way food is a need, rather than as love. But of course that’s just the way her bug mind interprets it because whenever a bug bite you and you had a bad reaction, her way expression love was by killing it

I think it’s safe to say you’d never had lice or ticks or anything again. Weird

A lot of people around the world don’t eat bugs or scorpions or anything (me neither cause f that) but you gotta get used to it sometimes. Maybe even road kill or something like that. Idk but whenever you were so disgusted you figured you’d put your culinary skills to the test… Bug wife decided you’re gonna have your own role in the colony. To cook.

D’Vorah would 1000%% use her back things for cuddles. Imagine you guys argue and are avoiding each other, but during bed time, she just like… Slips one of those things around you. Don’t say shit or else she’s taking it away and sleeping with the larva instead.

Tbh, without making this NSFW, I feel like D’Vorah would be SO PROUD to show off her body. She already does all the way anyways and don’t expect her to cover up. Girl knows she got them curves and muscles to show

She would love to play with your curves too! Like trace them with her finger, even if not in a NSFW way, just because she appreciates a feminine body. She’d look at your eyelashes, curves, chest, legs and everything that makes you a woman with so much appreciation.

If your not a curvey or thicc queen, guess what? Your a sticc queen in her eyes, love. Too bad so sad! She’d still be as touchy regardless because you know what? Those features are what makes her yours, and you hers ❤️

She’d be very protective over you…….. unless

If she finds out you’re hanging upside down, slowly being swallowed up by a giant unearthly worm, imagine her being like, “Aww, hehe, this one is not food even if she looks so delicious��

Let Erron Black eye you for literally 2 seconds. You might not even notice but your warrior wife is gonna be by your side, glaring at the gunslinger. Let that self-serving leech talk to you, and I promise it’ll be his last conversation ever (aside from a “I’m sorry”)

She would be so touchy. I mean, the bugs all crawl on each other and stuff so if you don’t like touchy, you’ll have to deal with him.

You use her back things as a carrier sometimes

Kisses with her are Cute.

Imagine you one day just lean down and are like “Mwa!” She just looks up at you with an unchanged face in absolute confusion

And so you’ll tease her with it pretty often. Like just random, jump scare kisses to the cheek or forehead or lips

D’Vorah tries to jump scare kiss you back but her lips don’t know what the fuck they are ding the first like 3839749837 times

or not until you grab her wrist and counter attack kiss her back before her mind can even register what happens

She loves her kisses 🥰

Sleepy time, imagine both her arms around you, one leg on top of you, her head on you, and her other leg on your side. She is the embodiment of a ‘cuddle bug’

“Babe, I’m gonna teach you to say ‘I love you’” “This one does not feel love. But this one feels like it would be too evil to feast upon your flesh and blood” “…you’re getting better at it!!!!!”

I love you is the toughest thing to her. Like her body will physically not form the words. Her brain will not form the words. But guess what? Whenever you say it without getting a response back, she feels so happy you have no idea

Being new to the whole mating for life thing (though she would just call it “long term attraction”) means it’ll be hard for her to understand some relationship normalities. Whenever she threatens to consume you or spit acid at you, you just grab her hand softly and watch as her face changed. How it calms down instantly and her body untended. How her face looks so innocent like a lost puppy.

“Now you shut up,” you say, smiling stupidly knowing you just made her thunderstorm of anger turn into a hurricane

She is cold blooded so lemme tell you.. You being hot under the Outworld sun is PERFECT. Your body is just 100 degrees but imagine that being like how clothes feel after they get out of the dryer to her. She LOVES IT

If you wear soft or puffy clothes, maybe yarn, you become so so soft to her! She might nibble on the wool sometimes but she knows you love how cute she can look

She’ll play with your hair pretty often for a past time

She’ll let you ride on her sometimes- just don’t move too much

[sparkletastic-cookiedough]

Warnings: the Justice league accidentally gets high (drug-altered state, I’ve never been high before so it’s probably not accurate lmao) via aliens. Obsessive/ possessive/ behaviors and mindsets from Barry Allen. Implications of some sexy-sex stuff, but nothing explicit. Very out of character, but such is drugs and obsession.

The Justice League were on hour number thirty four of quarantining from those weird alien fungi, so Barry definitely deserved to be cut some slack about preaching his god to his coworkers.

It wasn’t even Barry’s fault the leauge was like this. An alien ship had been approaching earth. The leauge stopped in to investigate. The aliens were hostile, and retaliated. They threw some kind of spore-bomb. Wonder Woman was affected.

The league quickly took down the targets, only to realize they were robotic. They shut down the ship. Green Lantern left the ship to do his space-cop things (mostly just paperwork describing the event), while Batman investigated.

Meanwhile Wonder Woman checked on the league medically- first Superman, who had barely been affected by the red Kryptonite on board. Then Flash and Black Canary, who were completely fine.

Batman discovered the robotic aliens were testing a fungal drug that spread from person to person based on skin contact. The aliens were planning to abduct humans and use them as test subjects for the drug.

Unfortunately, Superman, Flash, Black Canary and Wonder Woman were all affected already. Batman was quickly also infected with alien drugs.

The league quarantined themselves, realizing the drug had to wear off after a week or so, (or when the watchtower computer synthesized a cure). It would be a very bad thing if the people of earth were to come into contact with this drug.

Green Lantern returned to the league base, only to also get infected with spores. The team really had to get better at communications.

So if it was anyone’s fault Barry blabbed about the Speed-guy, it was those evil robots with their weird drugs.

so went Barry’s arguments to himself as he spiraled into self-hatred.

Barry didn’t ever intend to tell anyone about the stranger he saw with the speed force. It was for a two reasons. Most sensibly, people wouldn’t get it. They’d think Barry was hallucinating, or lying, or that he was being weird.

They’d never seen the Speed-Man, so they had no clue about his iridescent emerald eyes, or the way his freckles covered his face like stars, or the way his lips could be pulled into this devilish smirk- what Barry would do to have those lips against his…

Another part of Barry wanted to keep his speed guy to himself. As far as Barry knew, he was the only one who could see the man- it required quite a bit of speed to even get a flash of his face, speed no other hero Barry knew possessed.

The way the man floated, his glow, his unearthly beauty- Barry was seeing an angel.

To tell others of what he saw would mean sharing that beauty with others. No, there was something wonderful about Barry’s angel being exclusively HIS.

Barry would often imagine his angel’s eyes watching him late at night. He often wished that he knew his angel’s name so he could cry it in ecstasy those nights when he tended to his body’s needs. He let himself imagine the angel: icy hands so cold they burn against Barry’s skin, a tongue leaving a trail of frost behind, laughter that flows freely in the face of danger.

Barry’s mind constantly shifted from topic to topic, logic coming just as fast as he could run. It made things difficult- the world constantly felt on slow-motion around Barry. Yet Barry could always focus on his Angel. He could spend hours fantasizing about the man.

If Barry hadn’t been so impulsive, had been in his right mind, no one would’ve known about his angel.

Alas, those alien fungi definitely had an effect on everyone’s mind. Batman had been staring out the window for hours now. He was deeply focused on something, to the extent that not even Superman could get him to move.

Speaking of Superman, he had taken to staring at people with his X-Ray vision and complimenting their bones, organs, and muscular structure. Eventually he had looked at Batman, and realized the man hadn’t eaten enough. This sent Superman on a caretaker spiral, and soon the entire league was under threat of laser eyes to enjoy Superman’s hand made stew and apple pie.

Not that they needed the threats, the food was excellent. Everyone but Batman ate with much appreciation. Batman was too focused on the window. Superman, who had always been a bit soft with the big bad bat, took to feeding Batman by the spoonful.

Wonder Woman was weirdly cuddly. She kept talking about how cute they all were, with their mortal-man bodies. She compared Barry to someone named Steve several dozen times. She cried when she realized that many of the leagues members were enhanced humans, and were likely to die well before she did. This sent her into a protective spirit, cuddling the league while she still had time to.

Canary had taken to flirting with everyone and everything. She was currently flirting with the ai on the toaster. The toaster was exclusively offering her toast, as it wasn’t really programmed to do anything else. This had been going on for hours.

Green Lantern kept asking team bonding questions. He’d go around asking random things like “what’s the weakest animal that could beat you in a fight” or “how often do you change your bedsheets.” It wasn’t going entirely well, considering that Batman kept answering in unintelligible grunts, Wonder Woman kept answering in Greek, and Black Canary kept flirting.

Barry was one of the few people that could answer, so Lantern kept pestering him.

“Okay so what drives you as a hero? What’s your purpose behind going fast all the time?”

Barry stared at the ceiling for possibly too long. It was hard to measure time due to super speed. The drugs didn’t help either.

Before he could think up a cool response, Barry started talking. Lowered inhibitions, a symptom of alien drugs. “I guess it’s to see the speed dude. He likes it when I do good things, and the faster I go the better I can see him.”

“The speed dude?”

Even Batman perked up, some sort of sixth sense alerting him to a mystery.

Flash slowly registered that he had spoken something he didn’t mean to. Oops. “He’s imaginary.”

Green lantern blinked. “You’re telling me your main drive as a hero is some guy you made up?”

“Yes.” Barry said, hoping confidence would help his lies.

Batman was staring at Flash now. Something had taken his attention away from the window, that something being Flash himself. Being under Batman’s scrutiny was never pleasant.

Batman narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“Okay! He’s real, I think.” Flash cracked like the world’s most fragile egg. “I started seeing him after I got my powers. Flickers out of the corners of my eyes. He’s a man: white skin, glowing green eyes. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Otherworldly levels of pretty.”

“You’ve got a crush?” Black Canary said, loving the hot gossip.

Barry’s face was red behind the mask. “I love him.”

“Are you going to ask him on a date?”

“Well… I’ve only ever seen him for a few seconds.”

“And yet you’ve fallen deeply in love with him?” Asked Wonder Woman.

“I’ve never felt like this for anyone before.” It was true, if misleading. What Barry felt burnt brighter, hotter, than love. Barry would let the world crumble to dust in order to be with his angel. Nothing else, no one else mattered.

If his angel asked Barry to kill, he’d do so without question. What was the purpose of the flash, of any mortal, if only to serve on greater powers, to please them and worship them, as they deserve to be worshipped?

The league would lock him up if they knew. A part of Barry knew the way he felt wasn’t healthy or normal.

He couldn’t stop.

Those glances of his angel were so small, but they made life worth living. Without them, Barry was without purpose.

“He means everything to me.” Barry said, the words more true than anyone in the league was aware.

//-\\-//-\\

Danny Phantom, lounging on his throne in the infinite realms, felt deep within him that something had fit into place.

The feeling unsettled him.

DPxDC Prompt

Electric Fantasy

Rating: M

Warning: Aged up Danny. Danny is the speedforce.

Pairing: Barry allen/Danny phantom

Summary: After Barry's accident granted him his powers from the Speedforce. He started meeting an ethereal being he seems constantly drawn to. At first he fought the attraction, but over the years it has simply grown.

It may be love or simply blind devotion. Perhaps even madness.

It started small, seeing someone just at the edge of his vision- a blur that mixed amongst the other blurs as he ran by. Yet someone stood out. From there it slowly escalated as he got used to his powers and new life. Bright blue eyes that reminded him of distant stars catching his over a crowd of passer-bies before disappearing, impossibly black hair streaked with eerie luminous white spotted as he rounded a corner, soft laughter as he pulled a prank, smug chuckles when he caught a villain... is went on and on. Building up until he couldn't deny it. Something...someone was watching him. Through the Speedforce, and they always have been.

[mt07131]

Blurbs under the cut

The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang

When war orphan Rin aced the Keju—the Empire-wide test to find the most talented youth to learn at the academies—she surprised everyone: test officials, the guardians who wanted to marry her off and further their criminal enterprise, and even herself. But being a dark-skinned peasant girl from the south is not easy at Sinegard, the most elite military school in Nikan. Targeted by rival classmates for her color, poverty, and gender, Rin discovers that gods long thought dead are very much alive and that she possess a lethal, unearthly power—an aptitude for the nearly mythical art of shamanism that could be the weapon the empire desperately needs. While Nikara is at peace, its enemy and former occupiers, the Federation of Mugen, bides its time... and a Third Poppy War is just a spark away. Rin's shamanic powers may be the only way to save her people. Yet as she discovers more about the god that has chosen her, the vengeful Phoenix, she fears that winning the war may cost her humanity. And it may already be too late.

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

On the day Oliver Marks is released from jail, the man who put him there is waiting at the door. Detective Colborne wants to know the truth, and after ten years, Oliver is finally ready to tell it. A decade ago, Oliver is one of seven young Shakespearean actors at Dellecher Classical Conservatory, a place of keen ambition and fierce competition. In this secluded world of firelight and leather-bound books, Oliver and his friends play the same roles onstage and off: hero, villain, tyrant, temptress, ingénue, extra. But in their fourth and final year, good-natured rivalries turn ugly, and on opening night real violence invades the students' world of make-believe. In the morning, the fourth-years find themselves facing their very own tragedy, and their greatest acting challenge yet: convincing the police, each other, and themselves that they are innocent.

All Our Hidden Gifts by Caroline O'Donoghue

When attention-hungry Maeve Chambers finds a dusty pack of tarot cards at school, she soaks up the celebrity that comes with giving eerily accurate readings to her classmates. But when Lily O'Callaghan—Maeve's former best friend, whom she betrayed last year—is finally goaded into sitting for a reading, she selects a card that shouldn't be there at all. Two days later, she disappears. Consumed by guilt, Maeve teams up with beautiful, sophisticated classmate Fiona and sexy, mysterious Roe, Lily's older sibling, to try and find her lost friend. But as the three combine their unnatural talents to bring Lily back, they must face the dark forces keeping her trapped before she's lost forever.

Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson

Artemisia is training to be a Gray Sister, a nun who cleanses the bodies of the deceased so that their souls can pass on; otherwise, they will rise as spirits with a ravenous hunger for the living. She would rather deal with the dead than the living, who trade whispers about her scarred hands and troubled past. When her convent is attacked by possessed soldiers, Artemisia defends it by awakening an ancient spirit bound to a saint's relic. it is a revenant, a malevolent being that threatens to possess her the moment she drops her guard. Wielding its extraordinary power almost consumes her—but death as come to Loraille, and only a vespertine, a priestess trained to wield a high relic, has any chance of stopping it. With all knowledge of vespertines lost to time, Artemisia turns to the last remaining expert for help: the revenant itself. As she unravels a sinister mystery of saints, secrets, and dark magic, her bond with the revenant grows. And when a hidden evil begins to surface, she discovers that facing this enemy might require her to betray everything she has been taught to believe—if the revenant doesn't betray her first.

Realm Breaker by Victoria Aveyard

A strange darkness is growing in the Ward. Even Coryane an-Amarat can feel it, tucked away in her small town at the edge of the sea. Fate knocks on her door, in the form of a mythical immortal and a lethal assassin, who tell Corayne that she is the last of an ancient lineage—with the power to save the world from destruction. Because a man who would burn kingdoms to the ground is raising an army unlike any seen before, bent on uprooting the foundations of the world. With poison in his heart and a stolen sword in his hand, he'll break the realm itself to claim it. And only Coryane can stop him. Alongside an unlikely group of reluctant allies, Coryane finds herself on a desperate journey to complete an impossible task, with untold magic singing in her blood and the fate of the world on her shoulders.

The Beautiful by Renée Ahdieh

In 1872, New Orleans is a city ruled by the dead. But to seventeen-year-old Celine Rousseau, New Orleans is a safe haven after she's forced to flee her life as a dressmaker in Paris. Taken in by the sisters of the Ursuline convent in the middle of the carnival season, Celine is quickly enraptured by the vibrant city, from its music to its fancy soir��es and even its danger. She becomes embroiled in the city's glitzy underworld, known as La Cour des Lions, after catching the eye of the group's enigmatic leader, Sébastian Saint Germain. When the body of one of the girls from the convent is found in Sébastian's own lair—the second dead girl to turn up in recent weeks—Celine battles her attraction to Sébastian and suspicions about his guilt along with the shame of her own horrible secret. After a third murder, New Orleans becomes gripped by the terror of a serial killer on the loose—one who has now set Celine in his sights. As the murderer stalks her, Celine finally takes matters into her own hands, only to find herself caught in the midst of an age-old feud between the darkest creatures of the night where the price of forbidden love is her life.

Slay by Brittney Morris

By day, seventeen-year-old Kiera Johnson is an honors student, math tutor, and one of the only Black kids at Jefferson Academy. But at home, she joins hundreds of thousands of Black gamers who duel worldwide as Nubian personas in the secret multiplayer online role-playing card game SLAY. No one knows Kiera is the game developer—not her friends, not her family, not even her boyfriend, Malcolm, who believes video games are a "distraction to keep the Black man from becoming great." But when a teen in Kansas City is murdered over a dispute in the SLAY world, news of the game reaches mainstream media, and SLAY is labeled a racist, exclusionist, violent hub for thugs and criminals. Even worse, Kiera faces potentially being sued for "antiwhite discrimination," and an anonymous troll infiltrates the game, threatening to harass all the players and take over. Driven to save the only world in which she can be herself, Kiera must preserve her secret identity and harness what it means to be unapologetically Black in a world intimidated by Blackness. But can she protect her game without losing herself in the process?

[milady-pink]

Waitress AU

Warnings: Food/baking, domestic abuse, unplanned pregnancy, cheating

Summary: Working at a dead end job, waitress Christine soon finds herself with a new problem: an unplanned pregnancy. Life is all about trying to find the sweet spots and luckily this pie genius has a new (and pretty adorkably sexy) OBGYN, who isn’t too happy at home either.

TL;DR Quirky cute and sexy Erik as a doctor, lab coat and all.

Word Count: 2594 || Graphics: @firefly-graphics

"Bad Idea "

Recipe Book

AO3

“Hello?” Christine’s voice echoed in the very empty waiting room.

She had to get up extra early this morning just to make this appointment before work started. When he first told her yesterday Christine was a bit surprised that the office was even open that early, now she understood that it most likely wasn’t. Everything in her was saying he was a good person, not a serial murder like she feared. He was from Connecticut, serial killers don’t come from there. She heard a door open and shut down the hall.

Do they?

The door leading from the hallway to the waiting room Christine was currently standing in opened, revealing one Doctor Destler with his signature white lab coat and mask. This morning he was wearing a dark red button down and light khaki pants, oddly going together very well, Christine noted.

“Hi,” he said, holding the door open for her. Hesitantly she walked through and waited for him to guide her to the correct exam room.

“Where is everybody?” She asked as they made their way down the corridor, the silence a bit unsettling.

“No one’s here yet.” He said, opening the exam room door, once again holding it open for her to walk through. “I came in a tad early to see you.”

Christine was a bit surprised, but didn’t want to offend him by not seeming appreciative for coming in to work early for her. “Ok, well I brought you some ‘Believe Again Poppy SeedPocket Pies’. Just made them last night.” She finished before rooting around her out bag for the treats. 

The bag itself was a late Valentine’s Day gift from Raoul when he forgot and went drinking with the boys. She initially thought the gesture was nice, they were only a year into marriage after all, but when she realized the bag already had some tears and worn spots the sentiment was lost. Regardless, the bag has become her daily staple— Christine justifying it by claiming it still worked, and the thought was nice.

Placing the cellophane wrapped pies on the exam table, the doctor immediately went in for a taste. “Oh gosh, thank you…So,” he began, trying to untie the bag’s twine, “when we spoke on the phone you said the bleeding was mild, yeah?”

“Yes,” nodded Christine.

“Has it since stopped?” He asked, barely paying her any attention.

“Yeah, it was only the one time.”

“Good, sounds like you’re fine.” He answered, grabbing one of the pies and taking a bite, “Oh my god!” He moaned.

“Wha— aren’t you gonna… examine me?” Christine asked, confused by the lack of care and professionalism from the man before her.

“Mmm…no need. These are absolutely delicious! Even delicious isn’t even close to what they are. What you do with baked goods is unearthly.” He honestly told her, looking at her eyes.

“Thank you.” She responded, lacking emotion. Christine furrowed her brows in confusion, feeling like she was talking to a wall. “Then I’m okay? There’s nothing wrong with me?” She inquired.

“Nope! Nothing’s wrong, light spotting is perfectly normal, especially early on in pregnancy.” He told her, going in for another hand pie, mumbling a quiet, “Holy shit.”

Getting rather frustrated at his behavior, she asked him tensely, “Is that everything you had to say?”

“Uh no…” he trailed off, looking like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. He placed the half-finished pie on the counter near a jar of cotton balls.

“Well, what else?” Christine wondered, feeling like her buttons were being played with.

“I…Nothing.” A flicker of something unrecognizable flashed between his words, until he had second thoughts and skirted around what he was going to say. “You can go now, I’ll see you at your next regularly scheduled appointment. Don’t forget, call if you have any—“

“Questions or concerns,” she finished, wishing she had stayed in bed this morning and gotten a few more hours of sleep.

“Any and all.” He added, strangely chipper in appearance with an unvoiced thought swimming in his eyes.

That happy attitude was the last straw for Christine, and if anyone were to walk in on her berating her doctor, she would blame it on lack of sleep. And his form fitting pants. “Why did you have me come all the way here only to tell me that spotting is perfectly normal? I had to get up early, take a bus, walk five blocks— just to hear that spotting is normal in early pregnancy?” Her fatigue fuelled her agitated words, wanting to get a reasonable answer from her doctor.

His entire face, not just the left side, could have been mistaken for a mask with the way he froze up after hearing her frustrations. “I don’t have an answer to that.” He spoke, eyes widened.

“Also, what time does the office usually open, doctor? 8, 8:30?” 

He hesitated to answer. “9 o’clock.” 

“9 o’clock huh? You came here a full 2 hours early just to tell me that spotting is a normal symptom in early pregnancy.” She was no longer asking, she was telling him, nostrils flaring at his audacity.

“It seems that way, yes.”

Absolutely done with this quirky man and his beating-around-the-bush attitude, Christine made a decision; albeit a decision that came as a consequence of not getting a full eight hours of sleep. “Goodbye, Doctor Destler.”

“Goodbye, Christine.” He echoed, clearly thinking she meant until the next scheduled appointment.

Stalking over to the exam room door, Christine stopped right as her hand enclosed around the metal knob. Instead of leaving, she still had some pent up energy from being so frustrated and she decided to use it up on him.

“You know what,” she. Turned around and began to bark at him, “I think you’re strange, and I’m not sure I want you to be my doctor anymore. You make me uncomfortable.” Nailing the coffin by crossing her arms over her chest. She didn’t really mean it, she just wanted him to feel as mad as she did for having her time wasted.

The waitress regretted her words immediately, seeing a deep sadness shine in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Christine. I’m really sorry, I won’t do it anymore.” His words seemed almost rehearsed, like he’s had to apologize for almost nothing before; and he was far too good at it, meaning every word. “Whatever it is I did— do. You shouldn’t be uncomfortable at this time in your life.” He even held his hands up to show he meant her no harm.

That really would have been enough for any other pregnant woman. But, unfortunately, the very thing he was apologizing for and promised to not do again was the very thing Christine had a problem with. Stupid caring, nice, well dressed man. 

“You’re doing it again,” she huffed, on the verge of tears not knowing why.

“How? Wh-what did I do?” His voice appealing, clearly wanting to know the problem so he can fix it for her.

“I-I don’t know! Just… that nice guy tally thing you do. How you just….ah, forget it!” She expressed, throwing her hands in the air from exasperation.

So preoccupied with enough emotions to fill a pie, or two, Christine walked right out the exam room shutting the door behind her. It wasn’t until she was steps away from the door that she realized she left her bag behind. That stupid fake leather purse! So turning around, she stomped her way back to the exam room and opened the door.

The second she saw her doctor holding the goodwill purse by the straps, all rational thought abandoned Christine. She didn’t stop walking until she was face to face with the surprisingly tall man.

“You forgot your—“ 

Although she had a pretty good idea as to what he was about to say, the poor doctor never finished his sentence. Instead, he was attacked by the onslaught of Christine’s lips, making him instantly drop her bag and wrap his arms around her. Even if he had no way of knowing she would come back into the room ready to kiss her doctor, he responded just as eagerly, which only prompted her to deepen the kiss; desperately wanting to know if he tasted as sweet inside as he acted on the outside. Good thing the last thing he ate was one of her pies.

They departed rather hastily, at one realizing what they had done and what that would mean for their professional relationship from here on out. 

“Oh shit.” Christine let out, lacking air from the unexpected kissing session. Needing to get out of that room as fast as was humanly possible, she reached down and grabbed her bag, ready to dart back out that door and never look back.

It took a second for the doctor to realize her plan, urging her to stay. “Woah woah woah, wait a minute!” He tried to gently tug her arm back into the room.

“What do you want?” She asked him, a million thoughts running through her head, one of them being that she wants to kiss him again. 

He took a deep breath, for the both of them, and let it out before speaking. “I want— I want to see you again, outside of here. Really talk to you, maybe over coffee or something?” The question came out almost like the two of them weren’t supposed to be strictly physician and patient, nothing more.

Christine was still too wrapped up in her many thoughts to create a rational one, so she said the first thing that came to mind. “I can’t have coffee, it was on the bad foods list you gave me.” Then, as an afterthought, “What kinda doctor are you?”

He let out a mirthless laugh, “Not a very good one.” Brushing his neatly combed hair back, most likely from anxiety.

“No, you are,” she told him, speaking the truth. “You’re a good doctor…maybe a little too good.” That caused him to laugh, a real laugh, in turn making Christine quirk the corner of her lip up. 

It disappeared as quickly as it came.

“But we can’t do this,” she gestured between the two of them, “we should just keep this professional. Need to.” Almost regretting it after the words left her mouth.

“Absolutely, this was just a mistake— a lapse in judgment!” He agreed.

“I’m pregnant, hormones are runnin’ rampant through my body!” She reasoned.

A slightly awkward silence came over the room, giving the pair ample time to reflect upon the “accidental” kiss. For Christine, it was everything she’s been missing from her marriage; gentle, caring, and not tasting of stale beer. For Erik, it was startlingly similar; his marriage also lacked any compassion from both parties, apparently finding whatever was missing in a patient.

Having made up her mind, Christine walked calmly over to the door once again, and placed her hand on the knob. Turning the handle she pulled it inwards, turning to say a very professional goodbye to her doctor. He had followed a little ways behind her, now standing just across from the door frame facing her.

“Doctor Destler,” she nodded to him as a farewell.

“Christine,” he nodded back.

This is the point when Christine should have walked down the hallway, into the empty waiting room, left through the front doors and walked the five blocks back to the bus stop and await her ride to come and take her to the diner; maybe getting a head start on the many pies needed for the upcoming week. She would leave the doctors office and what transpired inside behind her, resuming her miserable lonely life like nothing happened at all.

But Christine didn’t leave.

Instead, she closed the distance between the two of them and pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, much like before. Luckily she must not have been the only one who didn’t want to forget this happened as Doctor Destler met her halfway and similarly placed his hands on her hips and kissed her back, just as passionately. 

That first kiss awakened something long forgotten in both of them. Christine remembered what it was like to be young and kiss recklessly, have a real heavy make out session with someone who treated her with kindness; not put on an act, ask her about her latest baking achievement, just to get into her pants. 

The pair continued to lose themselves in the other’s kiss, walking backwards until the back of Christine’s legs hit the exam table. Always one to surprise her, the doctor lifted her up until they were both on the rather table that lacked enough room for what they were headed towards. Even if they wanted to stop, like the voices screaming in Christine’s head were telling her to do, she was a goner when he let out a soft whimper as she threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair and gently pulled.

Taking a much needed breath of air, they looked down at their bodies and the predicament they had gotten into. Neither one wanted to stop, but they both knew if the other one said the word, they would separate and try to forget it ever escalated this far.

“This is a bad idea, you and me.” He disclosed to her, a genuine wave of sympathy and compassion for the woman underneath him took over his amber eyes, blackened by lust.

Take it Christine, take the life saver and swim to the safety of your miserable life outside his arms.

“I need a bad idea,” she told him. With her hand in his hair she brought his face back down to hers with no resistance and kissed him again, sealing their fate. Both of them audibly moaned through the kiss when Christine wrapped her legs around her doctor’s lower back and brought his groin to meet her heat. 

In a flash, they unclothed each other, bathing the other in kisses and bites with every new piece of exposed flesh. It was cathartic to please another person so intimately with the type of affection they wished to receive at home, from their spouses. With no barriers between them, they joined in a passion that lost all words and could only be expressed by the gasps and moans that left their open mouths. It was a pleasure like no else, for both of them, to feel such a rush of euphoria throughout their bodies, every touch felt like a flame erupted on their skin. The most enjoyable aspect of their coupling was that, for the few precious moments they joined, all thoughts of their daily life were miles away; letting them forget all about their worries and problems, allowing them the freedom to just enjoy this moment, and the other person providing the escape.

Even as she was in the midst of pure enjoyment and ecstasy, Christine was more than aware how bad this was going to be. It was a problem for another time, because all she wanted to focus on right now was the delightful weight of her doctor, Erik, on top of her, his chilled mask against her chest creating opposing senses and heightening her pleasure. Even the thin crepe paper underneath her prompted goose flesh to arise on her skin, along with the feather light kisses Erik placed anywhere he could reach with his thin, but skilled, lips.

For all the pies in the world, nothing as sweet or savory will ever compare, he was sure of it.

[supernovadragoncat]

SDC's Tales from the SanSan Crypt

Looking for some spooky SanSan reads this Halloween?

Below are some selections from my crypt of SanSan delights sure to get your blood pumping and send those goosebumps prickling across your skin.

Happy Halloween! 🖤

Badlands Howl (Complete)

On a gray Halloween day, Sansa travels alone across South Dakota and finds herself inexplicably drawn to the Badlands for what was supposed to be a brief stop. A park ranger tells her a tale befitting All Hallows’ Eve about the Badlands rider—a restless spirit who haunts the land astride his black horse, his face half-burned from hellfire and his unearthly howl famed for the misfortune it brings.

Despite the frightening tale, Sansa finds herself enchanted and, amongst the Badlands’s haunting austerity and bewitching wonder, she encounters the Badlands rider and far more than she ever could have bargained for.

Spooky, sexy, sad, sweet, and spiritual. 

Ride (Complete)

Sansa and Sandor each have their reason for buying a one-way ticket out of town. As an early autumn storm brews, they find themselves alone together on an abandoned train platform with more in common than one might think.

But there's something strange about the train that rolls into the station and their journey comes with a dire warning--if they get on the train, they won't be getting off, at least not in this life. Then again, sometimes you have to get on to get off...

Midnight (Complete)

Into every generation a slayer is born, a chosen one.

That’s what the legend said. Sansa had heard it all before. What did the legend say about watchers then? Not much because it didn’t have to be spoken. Everyone just knew.

A slayer should never get involved with her watcher and certainly never fall for him.

A SanSan/Buffy The Vampire Slayer AU.

Origins (Complete)

No one asks to be chosen. No one seeks it out.

Home from war, Sandor Clegane wants nothing to do with the horrors he faced, least of all the black-eyed monsters that nearly took his life. He calls them demons. Others call them vampires. It doesn’t matter because he’s haunted by dreams he just can’t shake. In them, a red-haired girl fights the fiends alone.

Now letters are showing up at his door from a mysterious entity called the Watchers Council. They have a message for him—he has a calling and so does the girl in his dreams. Neither knows it, but they’ll soon find out…

…the origins of a slayer and her watcher.

A continuation of Slay—a Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU SanSan series.

Spellbound (Ongoing)

Brooklyn born and bred, NYPD homicide detective Sandor Clegane often joked that the only way he’d ever leave New York was in a body bag. His chief calls his bluff and details Sandor to some no-name town in Vermont. They need his no-bullshit approach to detective work. The real reason? He’s burnt-out, jaded, and surly.

His chief said the change of pace would do him good, but forgot to mention this sleepy town has a strange vibe. It also has Sansa Stark—hometown sweetheart and psychic who owns the metaphysical shop. Sandor doesn’t believe in that shit. What he does believe in—she has legs for days and an ass to match.

Only problem? She’s enlisted to help on a cold case. His cold case. Sandor doesn’t work well with others, least of all psychics and certainly not the most gorgeous girl in town who surely bewitched him because why else is it suddenly so hard to focus?

Opposites attract with a heavy dose of sexual tension, small town shenanigans, dirty-talking Sandor, witchy woman Sansa, sassy but well-meaning Arya, and mystical matriarch Catelyn who really thinks Sansa should go easy on the new guy in town.

Sexy. Funny. Sweet. Smutty. Hot-and-bothered SanSan pine away.

Devil Inside (Ongoing)

Orphaned at a young age, Sansa has lived a quiet life as the High Priestess in her northern village, but peace is shattered when legions of marauders led by warlord Sandor Clegane raid her village. Sandor’s brutal reputation precedes him—a warrior who some say is the devil himself—but Sansa is known to him too. Lore has spread through the Seven Kingdoms about the beautiful High Priestess of the North, a maiden ripe for the taking. Sandor’s plan is simple—kidnap Sansa and offer her to the highest bidder—but he didn’t account for how wickedly he wants her for himself. While the best laid plans of men often go awry, Sandor is no ordinary man. He may not even be mortal at all and Sansa is about to learn the cost of making a deal with the devil isn’t just her soul but her heart too. A dark Faustian romance.

[bikerboyfriend]

moon's random playlist dump 2

happy pride month, here are some playlists that were sitting around collecting dust

BADROMANCE—HELLO! WE CORDIALLY INVITE YOU TO THIS YEAR'S GRAND 'BEAST BALL'.

every year, demons, monsters & unearthly beings have a big ass party in the big city. this year, you've been selected to join in as the, 'guest of honour'....lucky you! [RSVP YES] includes; Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Boy Harsher, Lady Gaga, FKA Twigs, Luniz (I got five on it!), Three 6 Mafia and more...

MILKSHAKEPACKAGE—NETFEED: THEY'RE TRANSING YOUR GENDER!

SOPHIE, Dizzy Fae, Shygirl, COUCOU CHLOE, Only Fire, Quay Dash, COBRAH....if you recognise any of those names, you get the vibe. + related : CYBERBABES, CYBERNIGHTCLUB

FRESHLY SERVED R&B—say hello to the new class of R&B, lead by class president, Jazmine Sullivan

big collection of the newer generation of R&B artist since I wanted them all in one place. from chloe x halle to arin ray to victoria monet, just think of this as an R&B library. + related : the royal R&B family, TIMELESSLY SEXY, An Intro to Himbology: 101

MOON'S JAZZ COLLECTION—jazz music really fucks

JAZZ, JAZZ, JAZZ! AWAKEN THE OLD SOUL WITHIN YOU! JAZZ, JAZZ SWING, SAMBA-JAZZ, BIG BAND, LATIN JAZZ, SOUL JAZZ, BEBOP…JAZZ, JAZZ, JAZZ! + related: MOON'S CLASSICAL MUSIC COLLECTION

SO HOT!—collection of sexy-concept kpop songs

idk about YOU...but all my favourite kpop groups & artists were pioneers of this shit: EXID, HyunA, SISTAR, HelloVenus, Brown Eyed Girls....you can expect all of that shit and more.... :) !

HEAT DRIVE

jamaican dancehall, hip hop, reggaeton....100% inspired by this picture of my icon, K' from KOF

so you wanna get into BUCK-TICK, huh?

you didn't like that one song you put on after seeing atsushi's face on your timeline? BUCK-TICK is a refined, acquired taste…an elevated state of mind. lucky for you, i'm a connoisseur in this field….! remember to turn off shuffle

[hvneymelons]

Although their response had not been surprising, Leandro paused for a moment. He’d always found that talking things out helped ease the mind and body from strain and stress. Conversations came easy to people like him who have made a life out of interacting with and teaching younger minds. Lea could go on about the most trivial things in life and find some absurd outlook in its importance on this world. At times he wondered if that was his younger self’s way of helping himself get through things that climbed through to the surface, but all in all he believed it. He could tell that for Terry communication perhaps wasn’t the easiest. He often wondered about their story, but felt intruding too much might make them run for the hills or something. Terry didn’t seem to like him asking many questions. 

The surprise really came in the form of post credit lines. Those scenes people stayed back at the theater in order to get a clue for what the following movie would bring. The marvels, Leandro remembered, did it often, although he didn’t particularly watch any of them. Terry’s version came just as exciting and unexpected to him, despite the obvious caution in their rescind. Accepting whatever he could get, Lea flashed them a smile. They were getting somewhere, weren’t they? Regardless it was the best that he would get, so he held onto that and moved on before they changed their mind. 

Lea wondered what it took for someone to get truly close to her. Clearly, there were ways - Terry had been married at some point after all, which only made him more curious about it all. He knew it probably wasn’t a conversation he’d be privy to, but he could certainly make up his own lore. He thought about their own encounter and how it had come about. Leandro liked to separate his friend into versions of sorts. There was the confident and quirky flirt he liked to keep stored at Ketziya. She was immersive and all around sexy in a way that left so much to the imagination. Subtle and yet purposeful in her approach - it still left him breathless to think about.

Leandro glanced over them ever so casually, pretending to simply take a look around for more insects. This version was definitely just Terry. Thoughtful, always there but somehow not at the same time, and easily defensive. She was vulnerable and yet so fierce that it gave him whiplash. There were times where he’d see one fuse with the other and he caught himself utterly dumbfounded. It was no surprise his children felt it too. Diego had been the first to pry, not having even waited until Terry left before he bombarded them with innocent questions. Lupita had been a little less forward, but watchful and wishful which only served to stab Leandro’s heart. 

Glancing up at them he couldn’t help but feel a warmth besides Terry. Despite having had his doubts about this entire arrangement, and still sometimes questioning it all, Leandro couldn’t deny just how happy his children were to have Terry around. How quick to follow instructions Diego and Lupita were just so Terry would come back again and again. Leandro didn’t know how long they’d be able to keep that going for, or how long before Terry found it too much, but he prays it doesn’t hurt them long. “You think so?” Lea asked, glancing up at the towering trees in search of the birds. He could hear them calling all around them, but his gaze had been fixed on the ground where his interests lied. Concerned for the little beetle quickly evaded at the sound of Terry’s laughter. Perhaps the weevil wouldn’t die in vain. The thought felt oddly bittersweet, and left an unearthly presence in its wake. 

As if to mock his thoughts it happened right before him. The shift was ever so subtle, but he couldn’t help the excitement it woke in him. His smile widened at their words, “Maybe I’m more inclined to now.” he confessed with a single breathy laugh. Lea could see it though - Terry amongst the wildflowers. It seemed appropriate with their shared similarities. Unruly. Adaptable. Strong despite its fragility. Picking flowers for them was the least they’d do if so allowed. “Would that satisfy you?” he asked, not turning to gauge their reaction instead choosing to move forwards to where his children played. They might be hungry, he thought, and with the sun high above them it’d be best to find a place with some shade. 

And just as quick as it had come... His head fell back as he looked up at the sky, begging for clemency. Terry would be the death of him. “What? Where? How?” he couldn’t even think of the questions to ask to see how their math ended on separate answers. What did age have to do with marbles? “Nevermind.” he dismissed it, “What I meant was, I could teach him some games and then they’d play it over at the school yard like we used to back before the internet rotten everyone’s brains.” Leandro remembered having tournaments during recess with the other kids of weaver ridge. Those were some of the most exciting moments of his youth, right besides his adventures with Cookie and his endless insect breeding farms. “I’m not so sure about going there. Isn’t that one of those witch stores?” he asked, glancing at them. His family had sinned enough for seven lifetimes, he didn’t need to add any more displeasure in the Lord’s face.

How’s everything going on with Micah?  “You don’t need to concern yourself with that.” It should be so simple to answer, Terry thought. But their command of language was sparse—sparser, still, and rendered more obscure amid the forest foliage. Far more pressing things to think about. Far more sensations to ground them. Easy enough this exercise. Diego, whose gaze remained fixed on a particular rock on the ground. Lupita, who had begun walking back and forth, impatient, buckling and unbuckling the strap of her lunch bag, bored and hungry. The chalklike bark of the white oak tree against their back, a sharp piece of it digging into their hip, a concentrated pain. 

Above them: the husky song of a Carolina wren. Muffled, as if it were sitting in dense vegetation. Another song layering itself in. A higher, sharper trill. The female wren, then. Fists balled up, drawn together, they thought about the birds: its cinnamon plumage, its pale throat, beak bolted upward, singing their calls almost haughtily. The presence of people barely causing a ripple in the wren’s conversation. No longer important. Micah, no longer important. 

It was easier like this. Away from the pressure. Aware of what they should say or feel—what they should’ve said and what they should’ve felt, as they cast him away. They had no real urge to find the wrens now, no patience to be an inexhaustible observer. A wren’s plumage was brown and the ground below them was brown. The world and all its dirt. All of them would come back to earth eventually. No one was important at all. “But maybe—” they said, doing their best to meet Leandro’s gaze. Brown eyes. Brown hair. Familiar in the way the earth was familiar. Pesky fucking stubble. “I'll tell you about it later. Maybe.” Better than nothing.

He’d made a show of the insect that they had seen him pick up from behind them, but they couldn’t quite see the appeal of it. Still, they were committed to this attempt at being interested. Their eyes squinted, narrowly, as the weevil crept almost lazily across Leandro’s fingers, beholden now to this new land in which it had found itself. The harshness of the bark in which it lay now replaced by a smoother terrain, one gentle slope after another. They were gripped by a rare impulse to take his hand, to let the creature wander across their own fingers, wondering if the weevil would be at ease with them, too, in the way people often were in his presence. In a way they were not with hers.

But before Terry could act on the impulse, Leandro had crouched down, depositing the insect back into the dense undergrowth, leaving them strangely restless. “You do know that birds feed on insects. I’ve seen a few thrushes here recently. They forage on the ground. It might’ve been safer in the bark behind me.” They recalled how crows could make elaborate tools from sticks and leaf edges and other materials to fish insects from hiding places in wood—in the burrows, behind bark, behind leaves. Shrikes didn’t bother with as much delicacy, just impaled them altogether. Butcherbirds for a butcher’s daughter. “You’ve cut its lifespan, Lea.” A faint, almost unused laugh bubbled out of them—the sound had caught in their throat, hesitant and creaky, an unused hinge. 

Easier to talk about birds and insects and other people. Leandro’s feigned gasp drew a bit of a smile, barely more than a flicker across their lips. “I don’t know. It might not work for everyone. But I quite like wildflowers,” they lifted their shoulders, a small shrug. “Great white trilliums. Geraniums. Bloodroots. Why, would you pick some for me?” Teasing. Light. Thinking again of Lea’s hands, fingers burned with creases, lines like tree rings, running through the field of white and green, picking the wildflowers that had taken years to grow apart by the handful.

Rory and Annie. This neighborhood was far too small, but it wasn’t so bad, they thought, to find their life so terribly insulated now. “Marbles. How old do you think I fucking am? Of course, I played with marbles.” Their shoulders tensed a bit, accosted by their own words. Venom trickled and sputtered out, but they’d managed to dissolve it into something more composed. “I don’t see why that would be a problem. It’s a decent game.” A hum of consideration, then. “If you’re looking for crystals, I’m sure there’s Crystal Clear. Or, would your son think that’s cheating?” 

[earlgreytea68]

(4) In between being young and being right, you were my Versailles at night (from Fourth of July): Several little moments of genius in this line. First, the juxtaposition of being young and being right. You usually think of “right” as being paired with “wrong.” Here, Pete twists it by putting “young” in there, and that can make you read “young” as equaling “wrong.” We were young, and so we were wrong.

At the same time, though, the phrasing is ambiguous. Maybe “young” and “right” are in opposition to each other, at opposite sides of the boxing ring, and in between the two, facing off against each other, you were my Versailles at night. But it could also be a thing you are simultaneously, like saying “in between my classes and my extracurriculars, I ran to Starbucks.” In between being young and being right, both of the things that I was, there was you, in the middle of it all. Maybe you were never wrong at all. Maybe you were young, and you got it right. That’s the thing about a Pete Wentz lyric: Maybe it’s both at once.

OR maybe there is you when I am *neither* young nor right, when I take a break from them, when I step aside from them. Maybe I am the oldest I ever feel when I’m with you, and maybe when I’m with you is so wrong, and when I’m young, when I’m right, I know this, and then there’s you. MAYBE IT’S ALL THREE lol.

And I haven’t even started on the second part of this, which is also several layers deep. There’s a way in which it’s just a straight-up sexy thing to say about your love: At night, you were my Versailles. Ugh, it’s so romantic, it KILLS me. Part of me thinks, Marry the man who says this about you, it’s just a killer line.

BUT ALSO IT’S NOT, oh, Pete Wentz, it’s so sneaky. Because on one level: You are his palace, a legendarily beautiful palace, full of beautiful things, prized and cherished and beloved, that’s what you are. But you know what else Versailles is? A symbol of depraved, corrupt excess that was the eventual downfall of the family that obsessively lavished all their time, attention, and money on it (and that of their country). Again, maybe you’re both, the way Versailles is. Undeniably beautiful, gorgeous, beloved, the very best that could be had, a symbol on the one hand of the sort of refined and elegant life that is impossibly, incredibly rare. And simultaneously sinister and dangerous and oppressive, far too unearthly a thing to actually last. (except that it has, of course, and you can go and see it today, but it’s different, it’s not the same, the small talk of torture with someone you used to love)

AND THEN: The lyric doesn’t actually say “At night, you were my Versailles.” Granted, it helps it rhyme to put the “at night” last, but also it makes “at night” an ambiguous modifier. Is it “At night, you were my Versailles.” Or is he talking about Versailles *at night*? As in, “all the time you were the way Versailles is in the nighttime.” Versailles at night is pretty spectacular, there are fountains and fireworks out in garden. Maybe you’re not just Versailles, you’re Versailles at its most beautiful and mysterious and alluring, it’s most impossible to resist, and maybe you are that Versailles *all the time,* and then this isn’t a line about sex, this is a line about, “This is what you are, in the spaces beyond youth and rightness, you’re my Versailles at night.”

And, one thing I haven’t mentioned yet, but Versailles was a home. A pretty spectacular home, but a home, a place where people lived, a place where *a lot* of people lived. And maybe there was a lot of intrigue and backstabbing going around Versailles, but at night -- at night maybe it was just a home for some people, a cozy room, a bed with the person you wanted. Maybe you’re the coziest part of the world’s most imposing and beautiful building, the part that only the most special people get to see of Versailles, that most intimate time when everything is shut down and the tourists go home, *that* part of Versailles. You’re not the front-facing, bustling part, you’re the part that’s quiet and still and all that luxury and beauty just for us. You’re one of the most beautiful things in the world, at the time where the only one who gets to see it is me. You’re that.

Okay, maybe marry the man who says that about you, after all. JUST KEEP AN EYE ON WHAT MEANING HE MEANS AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT.

[bteezxyewriter12]

On Your Knees

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.6k

Includes- Yoongi on his knees, oral, face riding, sex, riding, cuddling, sexy gifs of Yoongi that drive me insane

J POV

The camera snaps as I take another picture of Yoongi

He looks so fucking hot in the grey jacket, the matching pants, the white button down with the too few buttons unbuttoned

The chains on his pretty neck, the green sneakers and the way his grey hair is styled...blown back with some strands falling in his face....

I can't, these stylist are trying to kill me

All the boys of BTS are hot and I've seen them all with their sexiest poses

I'm the photographer for them so I spend a lot of time with them and have formed friendships with them all

But Yoongi, he's different

He's unearthly beautiful and I can stare at this man for hours

And having him look at me...well the camera...with those sexy poses, it drives me insane

And while the sexy photos are definitely one of my top photos, the ones I like the best are when he's smiling

His smile....it's just everything

I like seeing him happy

He stares dead at the camera, lifting his head slightly and I take the picture

I move forward, closer to him, his head back slightly, then tilting down, closing his mouth that was open just a little, his hair falling his his face, his looking right in my soul

I swallow hard and press the shutter, the click of the camera going off

They bring in a fan and I move to the side of him

The camera blows his hair around and I just snap picture after picture of his gorgeous side profile

While I'm taking the photos, he moves his hand across his jaw and fuck I just want to kiss it

'Stop', I tell myself

I need to get it together and do my job

Yoongi starts putting his hands on his waist from behind, his head tilting down, looking up from under his eyelashes

I just keep taking picture after picture

I know these will come out amazingly

I'm damn good at my job

"Ok now crouch down", the director says

Yoongi looks at the camera and he slowly moves down

He poses with his hand on his face, then with the other one, dropping it after the click of the camera

I move around him, taking pictures at all angles, crouching too

After the pictures, I stand assuming he's going to stand again

"Great. Now move to your knees"

I proceed to die as I watch him shift onto his knees, looking up at me

Well.. again...the camera

And images of him on his knees in front of me, his mouth on me bombard my head

I need to stop, I think as my panties get flooded

This is not a good fucking time for me to get horny

"Joanne? You ok?", The director asks

"Oh yeah", I say, snapping out of my thoughts

I crouch down again, and Yoongi leans back on one hand, his other touching his jacket collar

He drops it after I take the picture, then straightens up, his hand on his waist.

Still on his knees

The director directs him on what to do and he presses his lips together, then tilts his head to the side, his hand pulling on the white shirt's collar, then puts that hand on his waist too

God it's so hot in here

His gaze moves to mine, my heart in my throat

He immediately shifts it to the camera narrowing his eyes, lips slightly parted, moving his hand back in front of him, his head slightly leaning back

I fucking can't

I take some more pictures and after a few more minutes, the director says we're done

I put the camera down, quickly checking how the photos came out

"Jo, how did they come out?", The director asks

"Perfect", I answer because they did

I know what I'm doing

"Alright Yoongi, we're done for now"

The director turns to me, "He was the last one for this set of photos. We're breaking for lunch, then we'll continue with the other outfits"

I nod, putting the camera down

I glance to Yoongi but he's preoccupied, on his phone as he walks away

Whatever

I'm gonna go get food and hide in a quiet dressing room, hopefully calming myself down before I have to be assaulted with another of his outfits and sexy stares

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I'm watching "The Witcher" on my tablet as I eat, so engrossed in it

I read all the books and now I'm watching the series

It's good

It's cool to see what I read on film

Geralt is fighting a creepy ass monster, the thing screeching and it's terrifying

Suddenly arms wrap around me from behind and I shriek, dropping the sandwich I was eating on the table and standing up

"Relax jagi", he laughs, then kisses my cheek

"You scared the fuck out of me! I almost had a heart attack you jerk! I could of died!"

My heart is still pounding in my chest, my hand shaking from fright

"Don't exaggerate jagi. You're too young for a heart attack"

I turn my head to look at him, "Naturally yes but from my boyfriend scaring the shit out of me no"

He chuckles, pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss

"Not funny. What if I died from fright?"

"Then I'd be devastated baby. But you're ok", he smiles, tucking a piece of hair that fell out of my ponytail behind my ear

I close my eyes at his touch, loving it

"You ok baby?", he asks

"Yeah naekkeo, I'm ok. My heart is back to beating normally"

"Good jagi"

"Did you eat?", I ask him

Sometimes he forgets to eat and I worry about him

"Yeah baby", he says, shrugging

"Yoongi!", I scold

"I did jagi, I promise", he assures me

"Well...ok"

He smiles, kissing my cheek again

And I now I notice that he's still wearing the clothes from the photo shoot

"You didn't change?"

"Not yet baby. I wanted to see you first"

No one knows about me and him

He doesn't want to tell anyone

He explained that I'm only his and he doesn't want to share me with anyone yet

I'm just for him and I like it

Yeah it can be hard sometimes but I love him and I'll do whatever I have to to be with him

"Aww cute", I smile

"Are you sure you're good jagi? Not feeling sick or something?"

Sick?

No, I'm fine

I shake my head, "No naekkeo, I'm good. Why?"

He shrugs, "I don't know, you seemed a little unfocused during the photo shoot. The director had to get your attention a few times and that usually doesn't happen"

God I'm dumb

It had to be noticable for him to notice it

"Yeah well, try taking pictures of your boyfriend when he looks like that", I say, gesturing to him

"I don't have a boyfriend", he teases

"You know what I mean", I roll my eyes, "You're fucking hot and it affected me today"

His eyes light up, the biggest grin on his face

"Shut up", I tell him

He loves when I compliment him

He eats it up

"Oh so you liked the way the I look?"

"I said shut up", I whine, "And duh. If I didn't like the way you looked, I wouldn't be with you"

He smirks and I know he's going to tease me

He leans in, kissing my neck softly

"Fuck Yoongi", I whimper as his kisses continue to move down my neck

"I had a feeling you were liking the way I looked and the way I was posing. You were biting your lip a lot."

I was?

I didn't notice

And he knows that's what I do when I find whatever he's doing hot

It's a big tell I have

"What was your favorite part baby?", he coos in my ear, his hand moving under my jeans and touching my hot skin

"I...I don't...."

"Oh c'mon jagi. I know you have a favorite part"

I don't want to tell him

It's embarrassing how easily he turns me on during work

Or at all, period

"Tell me baby"

His lips move along my collarbone, undoing the buttons of my shirt

When it's open, his hands move to my boobs, squeezing them through my bra

I bite my lip, moaning softly

My hands move to the jacket he's wearing and I push it off him, leaving him in just the white button up, the top few buttons already unbuttoned, his pale skin peaking out

God he's perfect

"Please baby", he whispers, lips back on my skin under my neck

Fuck, he can get me to do or say anything

"When you were on your knees"

I feel him smirk in my skin

"I knew it. I saw the way you clenched your legs together."

Yeah just great

"God you got me so hard when I realized how horny you were. Were you wet baby?", he murmurs as he kisses the tops of my breasts

"Soaked", I admit

"Fuck"

He pulls my bra down, his mouth around my hard nipple, sucking softly

"Yoongi", I whine, pleasure running through me

God he's so good with his mouth

With his hands

With everything

"Tell me what you were thinking jagi"

He switches to the other nipple, my hand running in his perfect hair

"I...I was thinking about...about... You...your mouth...", I trail off, my thoughts becoming incoherent

"My mouth here?", he asks, his hand touching me between my legs

"Yes", I moan

"Aww jagi. You know I'll always get on my knees for you. You just have to ask"

Mother of God, this man is a fucking sex god

How he can get me a moaning mess without even touching my bare pussy is beyond me

"Tell me what you want baby. I'll always do what you want"

Fuck, I can't...I need him

"On you're knees Yoongi. I want you on your knees", I blurt

His mouth leaves a hot trail of open mouth kisses between my chest

He looks up, his eyes in mine as he slowly kneels in front of me

Oh god he's so fucking hot

The look on his face, like he can't wait to have his mouth on me

He will kill me one day

I will die by Min, Yoongi

Guaranteed

His eyes stay on mine as he undoes my jeans, pulling them down

He pulls my sneakers off, then my jeans, getting then completely off

He pushes my legs open a little, his face right against my pussy

I feel him kiss me through my panties, moaning loudly

"Fuck you're so wet. Smells so good"

Jesus Christ

He runs his tongue along me through my panties before his perfect hands start pulling them down

Once he gets them off, he presses kisses to my clit making me shiver

"Open for me baby", he whispers

I do and he moves forward, his tongue slowly running up

"Yoongi", I cry, finally feeling the pleasure I was craving

"Fuck baby. Making me so hard hearing you yell my name"

I know that's a big turn on for him

When I call his name during sex, he goes harder and faster every time

His tongue moves faster, up and down, swirling and my god it's so good

He's the king of oral

His favorite is to be between my legs, his tongue buried in my pussy

He has literally eaten me out all day, with breaks in-between of course

He knows what to do to make me cum instantly and how to drag it out to make me beg him

He moves one of my legs over his shoulder, going at it like he's never going to have his tongue on me again

"Yoongi", I moan, already ready

"Mmm baby. Give me your cream jagi", he demands

"Fuck", I cry, pleasure taking over and I orgasm

His tongue moves faster, making noises likes he's eating something so good

Which to him, I guess I am

"So fucking good", he groans, "So sweet"

When he finishes, he takes one of my hands and put it in his hair "You'll need to hold on jagi", he smirks

I'm a little confused until his mouth attached to my clit, sucking like his life depends on it

"Oh god", I cry, my hand immediately pulling his hair hard

It's so fucking pleasurable that my leg I'm standing on starts shaking and buckling

He moves his hand on my leg and I think he's going to hold me up

Instead he pushes me back, pinning me against the wall, still sucking on me like nothing happened

His arm goes under my knee, lifting up my other leg

He holds me against the wall, both arms under my knees, holding me up, hands on my ass, his mouth still moving, tugging on my clit

Oh my god, he's fucking strong

Such a fucking massive turn on

"Is...is this why you've been working out?", I tease

He gives out a completely sexy laugh, making me so wet

"Mmm hmm", he agrees, moving his tongue against my clit

When he sucks, he moves his tongue against my clit too, amping up the pleasure

I don't know whether to close my eyes and ride the pleasure or watch him

"Eyes on me jagi", he says, making the decision for me

I move my gaze down to find his beautiful brown eyes already on me

The image of him in between my legs never fails to drive me insane

I never imagined in my wildest dreams that he'd be there

Or hell, with me

But he is and he loves me as much as I love him

He sucks faster, making me breath harder and I'm done

"Yoongi", I call, my eyes on his as I explode

Oh god it's fucking bliss

He lets go of my clit, his tongue licking by my entrance, moaning as he swallows my cum

"Mmmm baby"

The next thing I know, I'm flying up, Yoongi's hand holding my back straight, his other gripping my hip

When the hell did he stand up?

"Yoongi", I call, worried

"I got you jagi. I won't drop you. Promise"

He looks behind him then turn around, his tongue back against me as he walks

I grip his hair and arm so hard

I trust Yoongi but I'm still nervous

He gets to the couch in the room, slowly laying down on it, with me right over his mouth

He pulls me against him, tongue moving rapidly, his hands squeezing my thighs so hard

"Ride my mouth baby", he asks, his tongue licking everywhere

"Ffff....fuck"

I star moving, rolling my hips against his mouth, grinding on his tongue

I put off riding his mouth, his tongue, his face, whatever for a long time

I was embarrassed about doing it and I never did it with any previous boyfriend

He begged me and I gave in

And fucking loved it

Since then I do it without question anytime he asks

And I know exactly how he likes me to do it

I move faster against him, feeling his tongue all over

He lays it flat against my clit and I rock back and forth quickly, pleasure coursing through me

I hear and feel him swallow, knowing I'm drenching his mouth and face in juice

I still don't stop, knowing that he loves this

After the next time he swallows his tongue plunges into my hole

I know what he wants

I change my movements, bending over him more and bouncing on his tongue

Keeping a firm grip on his hair, I pull, my legs moving faster and faster

He moves his tongue, swirling and wiggling while I fuck his tongue

God it's amazing, I'm so close, my legs shaking around his head

The next bounce makes me cum, pleasure taking over as I pulse around his tongue and yell his name

His hands move to my hips, pushing me down on his mouth, his tongue moving in and out, licking my cum until he stops

"So good baby girl", he praises

"Mmmm hmmm", I agree

"Wanna be a good girl and ride my cock like you rode my tongue?"

"Yes", I answer immediately, wanting to be on his massive cock

I move off him, standing up and pulling at the belt on his pants

Undoing everything, I pull his pants and boxers down

He sits up, getting me on him, my back to him

I look over my shoulder at him, smirking, "Wanna watch naekkeo?"

"Always", he breathes

I move on my hands, straddling him as he guides his cock to me, pushing me down on him

I moan loudly taking him in slowly, feeling him stretch me and fill me so fucking good

His long cock is thick and as soon as he's in my muscles pulse around him instantly

"Fuck baby, so good already"

He's right

It is good

"Bounce for me"

I lean forward on my forearms and move my hips, sliding up his length, then going back down, taking him all in

"Faster"

I bounce on him faster, harder, splitting my cunt on his cock, his head continuously hitting my spot

His cock is so big, he can get to my spot so easily

I hear him breathing hard, his hands holding on to my ass, rubbing and squeezing

"How does it look?", I ask, smirking at him when I look behind me

His eyes are glued to us

I know he loves watching my pussy take him in again and again

"Looks so pretty baby. So wet. Your tiny slit getting bigger every time I go in. You lips so pretty around my cock, feels so good when you suck me back in"

It does feel good

It's like my cunt just wants him inside with the way I grip his length hard

"You belong impaled on my cock jagi"

"Yes, I do", I agree, fucking his cock hard

I love riding him

My legs got used to doing it so I can go for a long time before my legs start burning

And I'm no where near that

But I am near coming again

"Fuck baby I feel you. So tight jagi. So close"

I keep moving, feeling the pleasure in every part of my body

"Make a big mess baby girl", he asks

"Fuck Yoongi!", I cry, spasming uncontrollably around him, the pleasure amazing

"Yes jagi. Fuck such a good pussy, making such a big mess. So much cream baby. God I love it"

I listen to him as the pleasure ebbs, happy I can make him feel good

"Turn around jagi"

I listen, turning around and immediately putting him back in, sitting flush on his pelvis

"God you're so beautiful", he murmurs, his eyes moving from in between my legs to my face

He says this all the time and I blush, like I do every time

"So are you Yoongi"

He shakes his head, "Not as much as you jagi. I can stare at you all day"

I smile, "Funny, I can say the same thing"

I lean down, kissing his soft beautiful kissable lips

Sitting back up, I start undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt

Once I'm done, I push the shirt open, looking down at his beautiful skin, his muscular chest, his cute tummy

God I love his body

I just want to spend time kissing every inch of him

There's no time but I can do it at home later

He whines about it but I know he secretly loves it

If I stop for a second, he grunts, moving my head back to where I was kissing

He's my big baby and I'll do anything for him

I run my hands from his stomach up to around his neck

Leaning over him, I kiss him, his tongue slipping in my mouth and playing with mine

Fuck he's an incredible kisser

He's amazing at everything

His hands again move to my behind

He loves touching it and I like it too

He thrusts up, going so deep, making me gasp around against his lips

Going fast and hard, he jackhammers his cock into me and I yell in pleasure, my brain cloudy

I move with him, bouncing and meeting him, loving how deep he's going

He helps me move, his hands pushing and pulling me along his length

I keep kissing him, running my hands in his hair

I feel one of his hands move and blinding pleasure flies into me when his thumb plays with my clit

"Oh my god", I whisper

"Cum for me jagi"

He slams in, his thumb flicking at the right time and I go over the edge

"Yoongi, oh god, Yoongi", I cry, ecstacy blinding me, my body shaking

"Yes fuck Joanne fuck", he yells, sheathing himself inside me, his warm cum spilling inside me, "Yes baby. Fuck milk my cock baby. Take all of my cum"

I do just that

It's not like I can stop the throbbing I'm doing anyway

Rocking my hips against him, I slow down gradually then stop, both of us breathing hard and I lay on top of him

"I love you so fucking much", he tells me, pushing my hair out of my face

I smile at his, kissing him

"I love you so much too Yoongi", I reply, "Always"

He smiles and kisses me again

I can never get enough of his kisses

I lay my head on his shoulder, his arms moving around me

"Can we just stay like this?", I ask, knowing it's not possible

He has to change outfits and I have to go back to taking photos

"We can", he answers, snuggling into me, "For a little while"

He turns his head, kissing my forehead and I close my eyes, just happy I can spend at least a few minutes more with him for now

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YAYAYAYAYAYAY 28 29 30 3

HELLOOO sweetie <3

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

ok, funny how 28 is different than 3 when you think about it. I think the best thing I wrote this year was this place could be beautiful, objectively. I need to come back to a certain state of depression and hopelessness so I can finish this fic because it was really the prime of my year. It's really unfortunate that I feel so much better, and really unfortunate that my best work was also my first work of the year.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

ok, coffee just asked me this and I quoted a portion of this place, and the truth is I'm really horrible in choosing and picking favorite things, but I do remember clearly writing this passage in I Know the End:

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Jon chuckles, humorless. “I don’t have a wife, and I refuse to have one.” A pause, a tilt of his head. “One could argue I don’t have a heart at all.”

Bran rolls his eyes. “Yes, you do. Don’t be dramatic.”

But it’s broken, Bran thinks. It has been pierced; it healed in the wrong angles, Jon’s heart, remade in unearthly ways. It grew scar tissue where it should have muscle and blood. It’s misshapen; it’s a heart touched by death.

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I really love Jon, and I love writing anything through Bran's eyes. I think a lot about Jon. In fact my second most listened song of the year was a song about Jon. So there's that. ily jon snow

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Hm. I realized a lot of things are better expressed when you write about them tangentially and not directly (it's a challenge for me because I like to over explain every single emotion and thought that the characters have, but sometimes it's like, way more effective not to do that; there's a lot to be said about unsaid things.)

I realized I like plot? I'm a drama writer I think, but I like to write deeply emotional dramatic things with context. And realizing that has made a huge difference for me.

also, as I mentioned with coffee and as we talked about earlier this year, it's not really about writing but about the process: community is essential.

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

coffee asked this also: I know the end (because it gave me the chance to work on all the characters that I love!) and a road for loss (because I think what draws me to Sansa and Tyrion is the fact they are essentially an unhappily married couple and I had the chance to explore that a little in this fic, like, the obviously, canonically fucked up aspect of their union. With a hopeful ending because I'm weak).

But also, if I might add: the sober!tyrion fic that I haven't published yet lol because it's my love letter to Tyrion, I think, and because sobriety is actually very sexy. I stand by that.

[gollancz]

#I love me some sci fi where your friends and found family are aliens#something something queer experience#But also#Love me some archaeology and ancient civilizations#Also really into 80s retro futurism#give me that good synthwave and sovietwave music#Also a big fan of people. Just people in general. I love human connections

@thefloatingstone SO for retro futurism and synthwave... CELESTIAL by M.D. Lachlan is set in an alternate space race, and the cover (nominated for Best Cover at this year's Kitschies!) is S T U N N I N G:

Makes me froth at the mouth every time I see it. It's set in the 70s, so slightly pre-synth, but STILL.

If you haven't read any of Pat Cadigan's stuff - SYNNERS and FOOLS are both part of our SFMW - she is one of the originators of the cyberpunk movement, and she is steeped in 80s cyber-futurism. We also have Philip K. Dick's DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP and William GIBSON'S NEUROMANCER which to me have a lot of 80s synth-neon-futurism ~vibes~. Something which is more Soviet themed, ROADSIDE PICNIC by the Strugatsky brothers, which was made into the film STALKER. It's set in a town beside a forbidden area known as the 'Zone', in which alien artifacts can be found, but unearthly forces are warping the world. It follows a man who quests into the Zone for contraband, and how it impacts his life.

In a spin on the ancient cultures and archaeology for SF: REVELATION SPACE by Alastair Reynolds is a space society inhabiting and exploring a world left by a long-dead alien species; as does GATEWAY by Frederik Pohl, where people can bid for a chance to fly in a space capsule left by a more sophisticated aliens culture, but they don't know how to fly them, or where they will be taken. It could be to a better life, or to certain death.

SEVEN DEVILS and SEVEN MERCIES by L.R. Lam and Elizabeth May are peak Queer Found Family experience, although no aliens feature in it. Also featured: Everyone On This Spaceship Is Gay, Token Straight Man, and Overthrowing The Government Is The Sexy Thing To Do.

The peak Found Family Are Aliens books are obviously Becky Chambers' Wayfarer series, which aren't published by us but dang they're fab. I'll keep pondering to see if I can think of any others!

General books about People Actually Being Not Bad Really and Human Connections (such a wholesome tag there, btw, it gave me warm fuzzies), obviously Peter S. Beagle can't be overlooked. In particular, we are reissuing A FINE AND PRIVATE PLACE later this year (will queue up the cover to share later because it's lovely) which is about mortality, humanity and connections, and it's just gorgeous.

A totally different vibe, but also potentially fun, is the very trippy THE THIS by Adam Roberts, which starts with the idea that human life is an endless cycle, then proposes a social media network that is implanted directly into your skull, and then things escalate, and then we have alien time war.

There's also HOPELAND by Ian McDonald, which explores a range of ideas of human connection, both bad and good, through the lenses of different relationships, world cultures, and social structures, all against the backdrop of a changing, struggling climate.

@torbooks me + you = bffs