#house of 909

[hardfloor]

[sorcerermusic]

Gerald Simpson performs with a TR-909 at an early gig around 1988

[ekssperimental]

Out today!

𝗗𝗠-𝟵𝟵𝟵 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗺 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲

𝗔𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗠-𝟵𝟵𝟵 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀.

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[cygnusred]

“Ten Rules For Techno”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_D3dCSylCg

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[cranberrymoons]

i'll be home for christmas

prompt: no upside down au (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: t word count: 909 words tags: flirting, bartender eddie, college student steve

welcome to Day 9 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

Nancy dumps him a few months after he moves away for school, and so he doesn’t come home that summer or the one after that, until a couple years have gone by and he ends up stuck back at his parents’ house during Christmas break. 

He hasn’t seen them in a while, but truth be told, he’d kind of rather just be back in South Bend hiding out in his dorm or maybe at the bar with Robin, the only other person from Hawkins who’d ended up at Notre Dame. He hadn’t even known her before they were there, and she’s a year below him, but – whatever. When you leave a small town, you sort of tend to find each other after a while.

She’s not there right now, though, so it’s not like it really even makes a difference. She’s off on some trip with her own parents, one that they take every other year, back to visit her mom’s old hippie friends in Berkeley, because Robin has the sort of parents who have old hippie friends back in Berkeley. Maybe Steve could just get adopted by them, and then he'd never have to come back here at all.

Anyway.

He’s here now. That’s the problem.

And of course he got into a fight with his dad on the first night back. Of course he did. I wasn't even over anything worthwhile, just – Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. He doesn’t even care, just. He really does hate his dad sometimes.

He clenches his jaw in rhythm to the song that’s playing from the tape deck in his room, turns his head on the pillow to squint at the glowing red alarm clock in the corner. 

8:50 PM

It’s barely even nighttime. He can’t just sit here like this, like he’s waiting for his parents to leave, because they’re not going to fucking leave, so maybe – maybe he should –

He catapults himself off the bed and reaches for his keys on the dresser, shoving them in his back pocket before he can overthink it. Down the stairs, slipping into his shoes by the door, shrugging into his coat. Calling over his shoulder that he’s going out, don’t wait up, and –

He doesn’t actually know where he’s going, but he gets in his car and starts driving. Just drives until he ends up parked in front of the Hideout, the run-down little dive bar on the complete opposite side of town. 

It’s open, and there are a few people hanging around out front, so he turns off the car and goes inside.

It’s dark in here, the ceiling low and the music kind of weird and more guitar-y than he’s used to, but it’s medium-crowded in a way that makes him feel like he can probably just grab a seat at the bar and blend in and not have to worry about anyone trying to talk to him about –

“Harrington?”

Fuck. 

He turns with a big fake smile on his face, prepared to deal with Tommy, who he hasn’t seen in at least a year, or maybe even Billy, who he hasn’t seen in about as long. Worst of all would be the Byers kid, the one he got dumped for, but Jonathan’s probably not bold enough to actually say anything to his face, but still. The last person he expects to find is –

“Munson?” 

Eddie gives a little jerk of his head and drops a dish towel over his shoulder. He braces his hands on the opposite side of the bar, arms spread wide, and Steve’s eyes flicker down, just for a beat, to the way the thin cords of muscle flex under his skin where it’s lined with a twisting pattern of black tattoos.

Eddie clears his throat, and Steve sucks in a breath, blinking back up to his face. Eddie raises his eyebrows. 

“What’ll it be?”

“Um. Just a – beer, whatever,” Steve says as he tugs his coat off and slides onto a stool. “You work here?”

“No, I’m just a really creative burglar,” Eddie says. He reaches for a glass and pulls the tap as he eyes Steve up and down. “Playing the long game. If I stand back here long enough, they’ll stop noticing me, and that’s when I strike.”

He sets down the drink and slides it across the bar, and Steve grins as he accepts it, letting out a surprised laugh. 

“Well now you’ve given it away,” he says, raising his eyebrows as he takes a sip. “Your plan is ruined.”

“You’re going to turn me in?” Eddie asks. He folds his arms over his chest and leans back against the countertop behind him, and Steve’s eyes drop down again like he can’t help it. “What if I cut you in? Ten percent?”

Steve feels a pleased little flush wash over him as he looks back up to Eddie’s face, shoulders relaxing as he takes another sip of his beer. Eddie’s smile is slow and a little sweet, and it makes something in Steve’s stomach do a weird little flip. He tears the corner off a bar napkin to distract his hands from fidgeting too much, and leans forward across the bar. He narrows his eyes.

“Twenty.”

Eddie’s smile grows. He lifts his chin. “Fifteen, and your next beer’s on me.”

Steve laughs, feeling a warm glow settle in his chest. “Sounds like a deal.”

[also on ao3]

[sodavizz]

I Own You.

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Part two is out > ★

Pairings. - Vox x gn!reader.

Summary. - You sell your soul to Vox, but he wants something in return of course; Your body.

(Disclaimer! – 18+ content, mdni. What content you consume is not my problem. Characters that I will write do not belong to me, and rightfully belong to Vivziepop.)

Warnings! - Vox being a perv, obssesions, stalking, dirty talk, swearing (of course), ooc Vox ig, and mentions of sex.

Author's Note. - It's my first time posting so I'm still a beginner with these types of things! If there is anything wrong please inform me, I would appreciate it!

Word count. - 909 words.

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You were just a regular sinner, so why does he get these feelings towards you...? Ever since you came down here in hell, he always feels the need to see you, to look at you, maybe even touch you one day....

He thinks you haven’t noticed his strange behaviours towards you whenever he passes by you on the streets while his fans surround him, but of course you have. Staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking. His glare over you whenever you talk to one of the other Sinners—don't worry he'll make sure they never see your grace again. He even sneaks into your house while you are away, or when you're even asleep... Strange, wonder where some of your garments went..

He's never even once spoken to you. How could you suspect he is weird, now that is awfully rude. Anywho, that still doesn't change the fact that you could feel something; or in this case—someone is watching you whenever you bathed, went out with others or even touched yourself...

He’s been wanting to feel your body for the longest time. Spending so many nights looking through his cameras while he thrusts his cock in his fist, moaning your name in ecstasy as he deeply inhaled your underwear. You looked so innocent while you slept—looked so easy to corrupt... It's true, imagining you under him screaming his name while he rutted into your weeping hole satisfied him enough to reach his climax—it just wasn’t enough for him. He needed you. The actual you. And he wanted to make his imaginations into a reality. And oh boy, he will make sure he reaches his goal.

You walk through the streets of hell, cautious about lurking sinners and their awful intentions to vulnerable demons. You were just out to buy a couple of snacks at a local convenience store, but then suddenly you bumped into someone.

You fell to the ground and landed on your butt; "Watch where you're going, idiot!", you yelped out. You then looked up to see none other, the tv overlord himself; Vox. Your face went completely pale after seeing him. Uh oh, big mistake... Why would you just yell at a powerful demon??

You were just about to say your apologies before he spoke up. "You filthy demon. Do you know how delicate this suit is?", he said in a angry, stern voice when in reality he was trying to keep his cool from your touch.

"I'm sorry sir! I promise it won't happen again!!", you begged. "I could just kill you off now for bumping into me-" He said before being cut off by you. "Please there's no need for that, I'll do anything!" You said as you pleaded for mercy; a cold sweat ran down your face.

The silence you both had was dreadful as you waited for his response... "...Anything, you say..?" He said with a hint of amusement as he looked down upon you before he started to slowly approach you.

"Hm... Then if so.." You waited anxiously for what he was about to say as he began closing the gap between you both. "Why don't you... Sign my contract then, eh?" You looked at him in confusion as he leaned his screen that has a cheeky smirk closer to your face.

"Wait wait wait—so does that mean you want my soul...?" You said in a low voice. "Mhm... That's what I'm meaning, dear." His smirk grew bigger by the look on your face. He was quite enjoying your cute little reaction. he wished he could close that gap even more and kiss you already.

“Well... What’s in it for me?” The grin on his face grows as a devious plan grew in his head. “...What do you mean by that?”. “Well if I’m going to give you something without knowing about your true intentions, might as well get something out of it.” He scoffed at your reply.

"It's simple, really. You get my protection, attention, and even shelter; and I get your oblivious soul. It's a win-win for the both of us." He said while he enveloped your scent. God you smelled so good...

"Are you sure that's it..?" You said as you locked eyes with him. "Hm.... Well I would like to add one more thing....". "What is it...?" You said in anticipation.

"....I'd like to touch you... I want to taste you." He said boldly with only lust in his voice. "If you make a deal with me in exchange for your soul, I will spare you... But I get to fuck you, whenever I want and wherever I want." Your eyes widened in shock as you heard the consequences. fortunately, you guys were near an alley way.

You looked him up and down before noticing a large tent in his pants. He caught notice of you staring, so he decided to tease you by rubbing his unfortunately clothed, rock hard cock. You blushed deep red in shock.

"So what do you say now, cutie? Will accept my offer...?" I mean do you have any other choice...? Your life was at risk.. So you decided to go the easy way, you accept of course.

You look up at him nervously as you reach a hand out and nervously say "deal". "Good choice." He said before leaning in to kiss you roughly. He pushed his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, completely taking control. As he gropes your body.

"You're mine."

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help mi,,,

[querenciasturniolo]

your fics are absolutely just the best. could you potentially right about how y/n and the triplets go to a fair together and while doing one of the game stands y/n wants to win a stuff bunny or just stuff animal in general and her and matt have this competition to see who’s better at winning the game and matt ends up winning but surprises y/n by getting her the stuff bunny/animal??

water gun ⮕ m.s.

word count: 909

warnings: swearing

summary: you challenge matt to a game, and it doesn’t go as expected

a/n: this idea was so cute, ignore the fact that the ending is awful, my brain wouldn’t cooperate lmao

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

When Chris caught wind of a pop up carnival being just a few blocks down from their house, he convinced all of you to go.

There were no rides, just rigged games and food stands. The four of you were walking around aimlessly, stopping at each food stand and getting something to share. You were all standing on the edge of the path, Chris pounding the fried dough and pointing at one of the booths.

“We have to win a goldfish.” He said, his mouth completely full. You looked at him and pulled a face.

“Chris, the goldfish game is rigged. Besides, the goldfish will die in like three days just because of it being jostled around for the rest of the night.” You said, Chris whining dramatically as you put a piece of dough in your mouth.

Your eyes scanned over the carnival, immediately stopping on the water gun game. You watched a few of the kids fondly, seeing how excited they got when the water hit the target and the little rocket moved up a centimeter. The prizes varied, but a single stuffed animal caught your eye.

“You guys, the water guns, we have to!” You said, looking between all three of them. Chris rolls his eyes.

“So the goldfish game is rigged, but the rocket one isn’t? I see how it is.” He grumbled, tossing the empty plate into the trash can and following you as you made your way to the game.

“What’s the time limit to get the big, purple bunny?” You asked, the carny looking up from his phone to shrug.

“Whoever’s rocket hits the bell first in under thirty seconds, gets to choose anything, regardless of size. Sixty seconds, the medium and small prizes. Ninety seconds or more, the small prizes only.” He said, his voice tired,

You nodded your head and handed him the money, looking back at the triplets with your eyebrows raised.

“You guys gonna play, or are you scared of eating my dust?” You challenged, Matt scoffing and handing the carny his money.

“Bring it on.” He said, Nick and Chris standing off to the side with surprise etched into their features. You rolled your eyes and sat in the rickety stool, Matt dropping down next to you as he shook out his arms.

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you, Matt looking at you with a raised brow. “Do you have a problem with how I prepare to win?” He asked, provoking another laugh to leave your lips.

“Not at all, it just isn’t convincing.” You said, turning your attention back to your water gun and grinning at the shocked look on Matt’s face.

The carny put his phone in his pocket and looked up unamused. “Alright, the water will start shooting automatically when I start it. Aim towards the target, and try to keep it steady. Go.”

The water guns started, and you immediately aimed for the target. Your rocket barely moved, your eyes flickering over to see Matt’s rocket moving just a little bit more than yours.

“Fuck.” You said, reaching over with one hand to shove Matt’s shoulder, his stream of water jostling.

“That’s cheating, you dick!” He said, laughter spilling from him as he grabbed the top of your water gun and jerked it to the side, the stream hitting the target next to yours. The both of you carried on like this, trying to sabotage the other while trying to hit the bell first.

Matt’s rocket hits the bell, yours reaching the bell seconds after. You groaned, stepping off the stool and lightly shoving Matt by the shoulder.

“Lucky shot.” You said, Matt looking at you and raising his eyebrows.

“Lucky shot, my ass. You’re just mad you suck.” He teased. You rolled your eyes, fighting the smile off your face as you stepped past Matt and went to Chris and Nick.

“Not a word.” You said, Chris closing his mouth and nodding.

“Isn’t that the one you wanted?” Nick asked. You turned around, seeing the carny hand Matt the purple bunny you wanted.

You scoffed and laughed, crossing your arms over your chest as Matt walked over. “So not only do you cheat the system, but you rub my loss in my face with the only thing I wanted?” You said, Matt scoffing and shaking his head.

“Actually, I got it for you, but if you don’t want it.” He said, holding it close to him. Your face lit up, your hands immediately reaching out and ripping it out of his hand.

“Are you serious? Oh my God, I take back everything I said, you’re my favorite person.” You rambled, wrapping Matt in a hug. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, lightly squeezing before pulling away.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t want you to feel too badly about your loss.” He said, you scoffing and holding the bunny under your arm.

You turned and started walking, Matt falling into step with you.

“Please, you just love me, and you don’t want to admit it.” You said, Matt shaking his head.

“Yeah, don’t gas yourself too much.” He teased. You glanced over at him, seeing the pink tint to his cheeks and smiling to yourself.

You would definitely bring it up at some point, but not tonight. Tonight was for teasing your friends and challenging them to different games. You’d lost each one, but it was a perfect night nonetheless.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

My request is Shinichiro meets a sweet woman ( after the happy ending) and even though he's in love with her, won't confess out of fear of rejection. It's obvious she likes him, but he holds back for months until he sees her taking care of children with so much motherly love, he goes NSFW feral. She is more than ok with that.😈

Wishing: Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

wc: 909

tw: smut

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"Shinichiro, tell me how you met my sister!" Loud echoes of agreement echo around the dinner table, and Shinichiro laughs nervously before taking a sip of water.

"Where should I begin?"

"At the beginning," you tease, holding your baby nephew in your lap. Shinichiro's eyes glaze over at the sight of you holding the child, but he quickly tries to find his bearings.

"Well," Shinichiro looks around the table, seeing the smiling faces staring back at him. "We.... bumped into each other at the bike shop. She wanted someone to look at her tire."

"Wrong type of bike, though," you add, which elicits some laughs from the others. Shin's heart swells, and for the five-millionth time, the words bubble up in his throat. Three words, and he could say them at any time. He knew that he loved you when he first watched you roll your bike into the shop, your hair sticking to your face and eyes weary.

"Do you fix bike tires?" Shinichiro's mouth had opened to tell you 'no,' but instead, he stammered,

"I-I'll take a look and see what we can do."

Seven months later, here he is, watching you kiss your nephew's chubby cheeks and recount the silly story you'd both endured just for this moment. It was a meet-cute if there ever had been one.

And he still can't believe you're the perfect one for him as he ushers you to his car after dinner, holding you close after you've both said your goodbyes.

"Did you have a good time?" you ask, buckling your seatbelt and looking up at him in anticipation. Shinchiro feels his heart stop, and he leans forward in his seat.

"A great time." He kisses your lips gently, then whispers, "I love you."

You laugh a little. "Really?"

"I really do." He kisses you again and again while holding your face in his hands. "And you looked so adorable holding your nephew." Shinichiro bites your lower lip and kisses down your neck, eager to have more of you.

"He spit up on my shirt," you remind him, but Shin doesn't seem to care. No, he doesn't really care at all. "We-we're still in front of my parent's house." Your breathy words make Shin harder than a rock, but he places his hands on the wheel to regain some control over his impulses.

"Just wait until we get home, then."

Shin can't drive fast enough.

You both hurry into the house after parking the car, and Shinichiro finds himself struggling to get out of his clothing fast enough. In one hand, he's holding you and guiding you toward the bedroom, and in the other, he's trying to undo his shirt, his pants, his shoes.

"I'll help you," you offer breathlessly, and Shinchiro whispers his thanks between kisses. Your hands help him get his pants and boxers off just as you both make it to the bed. Shinichiro makes quick work of your skirt (he just pushes it up) and pulls your underwear off with ease.

You'd had sex before, but Shin had always been slow and gentle - never frenzied and overexcited. He angles your leg up and feels your wetness against his seeking fingers.

"You're so fucking wet," he hisses, and you whimper, spreading yourself for him.

"Just fuck me, Shin." Shinichiro wastes no time. He slips his cock into you, groaning with every inch. You're so wet and soft... he almost can't hold himself back.

But when Shin looks down at you, you seem utterly enthralled with him, holding onto his shirt and panting his name over and over again. "I love you," he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you over and over again. Your walls suck him in and rub against his cock like you were made specifically for him. And perhaps you really were.

"I love you, too," you answer, scrunching your brows up as you whine. "I want to have your babies." The "common sense" in Shin flies out of the window, and he presses deeper into you.

"You want me to fuck you faster or deeper?" Shin mutters, gripping your hips in his hands.

"Faster," you beg, lacing your fingers in his shirt. The command is met with a quickened speed, and your hips smack against his loudly. "Fuck," you bite out, and Shin kisses you again, his hunger driving him insane. More, more, more.

Your fingers dart down to rub at your clit, and Shin feels you tighten around his cock instantly. He's not sure where you end and where he begins, but every single movement he makes jostles you just enough that you tighten with his strokes. Your mouth opens in a silent cry, and your pussy spasms around his cock as you cum, attempting to milk him dry.

"I'm close," Shinichiro vocalizes, and your fingers don't stop rubbing at your clit, so he doesn't slow down at all. When he finally cums, he feels his entire body react to you in waves of pleasure and ecstasy. Shin grabs your tits and fondles them roughly, feeling your hard nipples rub against his palms while he empties himself inside you.

He pants while coming down from his fugue-like state, trying to remember everything he wanted to say before. But it's all lost when you clench your cunt around his rhythmically and whisper,

"One more. One more round." Shinichiro wipes his face and huffs,

"As you wish."

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 22 – prompt 22: Impervius – word count 909

Impervius - Makes an object waterproof

Sirius wasn’t mad McGonagall had caught him charming her classroom ceiling to start raining and had given him detention. No, Sirius was mad Remus had been assigned to supervise him as he stopped the spell and dried the whole classroom without magic. Lately, Remus had been acting weird towards him, and he thought he knew why. After his friends had found out about the scars he had on his legs thanks to Walburga’s favourite Slicing curse he had been a bit more open about his family. Safely guided by James (and more often than not also safely tucked in James’s arms) he had started to tell the other Marauders bits and pieces about the house he had grown up in. About his parents’ rigid discipline. About the Black family motto, Toujours Pur. About the Sacred Twenty-eight and his parents’ belief that anyone outside of that circle wasn’t worth even existing. He suspected that had caused Remus to mostly avoid eye contact with him, exit a room as soon as it ended up just being the two of them, and almost jumping away whenever they accidentally touched. He supposed it was difficult adjusting to the idea one of your friends had parents who thought you were an abomination, but he had always been careful to make it very clear he didn’t support any of his parents’ beliefs. Even what he couldn’t control, he used to say, had turned out against his family values. His being sorted into Gryffindor was the most obvious and the fact he liked men was the most hilarious since he kept flirting with each one of his friends claiming out loud it was payback for the way he had been raised. He had had to stop that too, since Remus had looked uncomfortable about it.

“You’ve outdone yourself, really,” Remus said, shielding his head from the rain pouring from the ceiling. “I’ve rarely seen McGonagall so angry.”

“I know,” Sirius smirked, before pointing his wand at Remus’s bag. “Impervius! Wouldn’t want your precious books to get soaked, Moony.”

“Thanks,” Remus nodded, leaning on a desk nearby. “You should really stop the spell before it gets worse, though.”

“You know it’s not my fault, right?”

Sirius bit his tongue. He hadn’t meant to say that, he just wanted to get detention over as quickly as possible and maybe slip into James’s bed later on and ask him what he could do to make sure Remus knew he was safe with him, he would always be safe with him.

“I’m pretty sure the classroom being flooded is, Pads.”

“No, I mean… Finite incantatem!” Sirius said. If they were going to have this conversation, at least they wouldn’t be in the pouring rain. “I mean about my parents.”

“What?”

“Their ideas about ‘blood purity’ and all that bullshit. It’s what they think, not me.”

“I know that, Pads.”

Sirius looked at Remus, who was looking back at him with a puzzled expression.

“You don’t… You don’t think I have the same ideas?”

Remus stared at him, eyes wide.

“We’ve been friends for years and I know how horrible your family is. Why would I think that?”

“It’s just…” Sirius hesitated. “You’ve been distant lately and I thought…”

He was expecting Remus to deny it, but instead he looked away from him.

“Yeah, like that,” Sirius sighed. “If it’s not my family, what is it Moony? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” Remus was still not looking at him.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just something about me and it’s nothing, really.”

“It clearly isn’t, you’re not even able to look me in the eye!”

Sirius walked up to Remus, stopping only when he was almost up against him. He hesitated a fraction of second, but Remus was still looking away, so he reached up and put his hand on his cheek, gently but firmly turning his head.

“What is it? Please, Moony, tell me,” he whispered.

He had never looked that close at Remus’s eyes. That warm brown with somehow hues of gold in them. Gorgeous, but Remus was a marvel of a person, in and out, even if he scoffed every time someone mentioned it. Remus blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering for a second, before he suddenly moved forward, crushing their mouths together. It was over in seconds, the feel of Remus’s lips on his, the way his heart skipped a beat, the sound at the back of his throat, before Remus abruptly pulled back.

“Shit, sorry, Sirius, I’m sorry,” he had turned bright red. “I know you don’t…”

“I don’t what?” Sirius said, trying to find words in the sea of no please kiss me again his brain was screaming.

“Me. Don’t like me. Not that way,” Remus grimaced. “James is going to kill me.”

“What does Prongs have to do with this?” Sirius asked, lost.

“Well, I mean… You…” Remus gestured vaguely.

“Me and James?”

“I mean, you’re always in each other’s beds,” Remus said, defensively.

“Yes, to talk and plan, not to make out!” Sirius roared with laughter. “And I’m not his type anyway, you know he likes them mean.”

“I… And what’s your type then?”

Sirius considered it for a minute, still standing so close to Remus, still with his friend a deep shade of red.

“Confused, apparently,” he sighed, before leaning in and kissing Remus again.

[bxyp]

The night is filled with lust and sometimes a little bit of weed

Summary: You and your good friend got high in his apartment. But he offered you not only weed, but also something else, how could you refuse something so interesting?

Pairing: Alex Keller x Male Reader

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷. ᴏʀᴀʟ ғɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜ sᴇx.

warnings: NSFW content, blowjob, oral sex, oral receiving (reader), mention of drugs, drug use, weed, sex under drugs, male organs mentioned (cock, dick and etc.), pet names (pretty boy, cutie and etc.)

word count: 909

𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝘿𝙉𝙄 & 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄 | 𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙐𝙇 18+ 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙐𝙏

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔱, 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔧𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡. 𝔅𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭.

A difficult week will always be followed by a good rest. That's why you invited a good friend to your house for a relaxing evening. Who could have imagined that a simple weed could lead to two friends lying on the sofa in the living room, who were now half naked in the hot embrace of each other?

This is not something that simple friends can do. But you were now too busy with new sensations to think about anything else. His hands quietly roamed over your shoulders before they began to slightly lift the edges of your shirt. At this time, you no longer fully understood everything that was happening, as your movements became slow and blurred, as if in slow motion. But one thing you could understand for sure was that you were ready to sleep with your friend. Well, at least he was handsome...

His hands were under your shirt, tugging the edges of it. “Come on, you don’t need it anyway.” Alex's voice is huskier than usual, maybe because he's high, or maybe because you're both overcome with lust. With a quick movement, he removed your shirt. So now nothing can stop him from your gorgeous body. Your back was pressed against your couch as his mouth first began attacking your neck with small bites. Because your higher brain couldn't think straight, you were essentially a mess. Or maybe it was because your handsome friend pressed his lips to your neck?

You tried to get your own hands to his shirt, but halfway Alex's hands grabbed yours. "Not now pretty boy. I got something better in mind." He said under his breath, words were difficult to understand since his face was still pressed to your neck. Wet kisses left all over your collarbone and throat. All the words got lost in your head, unable to form properly. So instead, you place your hand on his hair, gripping his soft hair into your fist. For him to kiss you. Your lips brushed against each other as the room grew hotter for both of you by the second. Your lips pressed against his and a hot feeling radiated through your body. You eventually had to pull away to get some air, but a second later Alex was back with his soft lips on yours.

Over time, your jeans became too tight for you, as your dick was hard to the point where it pressed painfully against the fabric. You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, not breaking lip contact. A little whines started escaping from your mouth, uncontrollably. Alex couldn't let those pretty whimperes slip away. "Oh, is my cutie got a problem here?"

Your mind might be fucked by weed, but you still could speak. "Shut the hell up..." You mumbled moving your hands to cover the boner in your jeans.

Alex took your hands in his, looking into your eyes. Perhaps it was a hallucination, but you could see his love-sick gaze. "And I have a way to help you." His fingers traced to the zipper of your pants. Your half-closed eyes watched as he unbuttoned your jeans.

This might ruin your relationship with him as a friend. But at the moment you couldn't care less. The way his hands were on your legs while his face was so close to your clothed cock made you forget everything, making you just what his beautiful mouth on your dick. The feeling of his fingers making their way to your underwear made you go insane, his touch felt intoxicating and made you feel even more hot in your stomach.

You couldn't take your eyes off his pared-apart lips that were so close to your crouch. As you were so distracted by his face that you didn't see how Alex quickly took your underwear down just enough for your hard cock to be free. The tips of his fingers brush over the head of your cock. You wanted to look away but the way he was doing this just made you stare at how your dick looked at his hand. He made a little kitty lick of the tip of your member, a herd of goosebumps went through your entire body, causing your breath to tremble, and a light groan seemed to be stuck in your throat. Alex's smile grow wider seeing your fucked up state which made you even more sensitive to his touches.

"So, this made you shake so much? Well, I can do even batter." At first, your foggy brain didn't understand what he meant. But as his mouth wrapped over your dick, all thoughts were knocked out of your head making you think only of his mouth. He wasn't quick with taking your cock fully in his throat. But this peace was enough to drive you insane.

You started to blink faster as he took more and more of your dick into his mouth. "Fucking hell, Alex…" Your hand moved to his hair, pulling him more. And he didn't even stop you. His eyes looking at yours, Alex wanted to see how fucked up he could get you.

Your mouth was out of your control from weed and he wouldn't stop now. So Alex continued to move his head up and down of your cock. Leaving you breathless with each move.

Needed to say that this was not only the best rest you had in a while but also the best blowjob you had in your life?

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[exoplanetupdates-blog]

EXO Recap - 2023

Album Promotions

Rover (Kai)

EXIST (EXO)

Polaris (Chen)

Expectation (D.O.)

Variety Shows

Travel the World on EXO's Ladder S4 (EXO)

Mr. House Husband 2 (EXO, EXO-SC)

JTBC K-909 (Suho)

Back to Field S7 (Lay)

J-Style Trip S2 (Lay)

No Math School Trip (D.O.)

GBRB Reap What You Sow (D.O.)

Amazing Saturday (KAI)

EXO on YouTube Shows

Killing Voice (EXO)

Rookie (God) Kai's Debut Evaluation (EXO)

Cream Soda Development Team (EXO)

Hear My Heart Skip A Beat (EXO)

The Seasons (EXO, D.O.)

Eunchae's Star Diary (Xiumin-Baekhyun-Chanyeol, Kai)

Kwanghee's Domestic Gift Factory (Suho-Sehun)

Lean On Me (D.O., Kai)

MMTG (Suho)

Suho Line - Visit Seoul (Suho)

It's Live (D.O.)

Lee Mujin Service (D.O.)

Look Me Up (D.O.)

Halmyungsoo (D.O.)

The K-Star Next Door (D.O.)

Hong Jinkyung's Movie Fan Life (D.O.)

The WillBen Show (Kai)

YongJinho's Health Center (Kai)

꾸삐KUPI (Kai)

BDNS (Kai)

Dope Club (Kai)

Concerts/Fanmeetings/Performances

EXO at Festivals

EXO' Clock Seoul Fanmeeting (EXO)

EXO Channel "The Best" Japan Fanmeeting (EXO)

EXO at SMTown Concert

Back to Back Fancon Tour (EXO-SC)

Grandline 2.5 & 3 : The Boundless Tour (Lay)

Polaris Japan Tour (Chen)

"The Eternity" Fancon Tour (Chanyeol)

Japan Special Live (Kai)

Dramas

CEO-dol Mart (Xiumin)

Behind Your Touch (Suho)

All That We Loved (Sehun)

Musical

Mozart! (Suho)

Movies

Tale of the Night (Lay)

My Youth and I (Lay)

No More Bets (Lay)

The Moon (D.O.)

Other

EXO SNS Lives (All Members) *NEW*

[realpokemon]

How many Drifloon and Drifblim would be needed to turn my house into the house from Up?

I have about 25 of each but do I need to catch any more for my plan to work?

well. okay. lets say that the average child weighs like. 80 pounds. and the average House weighs 200 pounds per square foot. right now the average house is 2,273 square feet.

so one house is 454,600 pounds, aka 5,683 children. so roughly 5,683 drifloon. i would not suggest owning this many drifloon.

a drifblim however is much stronger than a drifloon. let's say a drifblim can carry 500 pounds. 3 to 5 adults, if it's given a basket to hold or something. that's only 909 total drifblim needed. quite a steal

[kemetic-dreams]

House is a music genre characterized by a repetitive four-on-the-floor beat and a typical tempo of 120 beats per minute as a re-emergence of 1970's disco. It was created by DJs and music producers from Chicago's underground club culture and evolved slowly in the early/mid 1980s, and as DJs began altering disco songs to give them a more mechanical beat. By early 1988, House became mainstream and supplanted the typical 80s music beat

House was created and pioneered by DJs and producers in Chicago such as Frankie Knuckles, Ron Hardy, Jesse Saunders, Chip E., Joe Smooth, Steve "Silk" Hurley, Farley "Jackmaster" Funk, Marshall Jefferson, Phuture, and others. House music initially expanded internationally, to London, then to other American cities, such as New York City, and ultimately a worldwide phenomenon.

In its most typical form, the genre is characterized by repetitive 4/4rhythms including bass drums, off-beat hi-hats, snare drums, claps, and/or snaps at a tempo of between 120 and 130 beats per minute (bpm); synthesizerriffs; deep basslines; and often, but not necessarily, sung, spoken or sampled vocals. In house, the bass drum is usually sounded on beats one, two, three, and four, and the snare drum, claps, or other higher-pitched percussion on beats two and four. The drum beats in house music are almost always provided by an electronic drum machine, often a Roland TR-808, TR-909, or a TR-707. Claps, shakers, snare drum, or hi-hat sounds are used to add syncopation. One of the signature rhythm riffs, especially in early Chicago house, is built on the clave pattern. Congas and bongos may be added for an African sound, or metallic percussion for a Latin feel

One book from 2009 states the name "house music" originated from a Chicago club called the Warehouse that was open from 1977 to 1982. Clubbers to the Warehouse were primarily African, gay men, who came to dance to music played by the club's resident DJ, Frankie Knuckles, who fans refer to as the "godfather of house". Frankie began the trend of splicing together different records when he found that the records he had were not long enough to satisfy his audience of dancers. After the Warehouse closed in 1983, eventually the crowds went to Knuckles' new club, The Power House, later to be called The Power Plant, and the club was renamed, yet again, into Music Box with Ron Hardy as the resident DJ. The 1986 documentary, "House Music in Chicago", by filmmaker, Phil Ranstrom, captured opening night at The Power House, and stands as the only film or video to capture a young Frankie Knuckles in this early era, right after his departure from The Warehouse. 

In the Channel 4 documentary Pump Up the Volume, Knuckles remarks that the first time he heard the term "house music" was upon seeing "we play house music" on a sign in the window of a bar on Chicago's South Side. One of the people in the car joked, "you know that's the kind of music you play down at the Warehouse!" In self-published statements, South-Side Chicago DJ Leonard "Remix" Rroy claimed he put such a sign in a tavern window because it was where he played music that one might find in one's home; in his case, it referred to his mother's soul and disco records, which he worked into his sets

[headspace-hotel]

Musics

Casey Sabol- Flora and Fauna

Jonsi- Stars in Still Water

Philip Lober- Clockwater

Crywolf- Abbadon

Autoheart- Factories

Hauschka- Subconscious

Mr FijiWiji- Thought Police

Paraphon Tree- Macro Worm

Tender- Handmade Ego

M83- Walkway Blues

Badflower- Move Me

Mat Kearney- Ships in the Night

EDEN- 909

The Postal Service- The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Crywolf- Fallout

Halocraft- Chains for the Sea

Thomas Bergersen- Into Darkness

Message to Bears- Two Finds Two

Needtobreathe- Prisoner

Sadistik- Gallows Hill

Bloodywood- Dana Dan

Oh Hiroshima- Holding Rivers

Leonard Cohen- You Want it Darker

Twisted Jukebox- The Witch and the Butterfly

Astronautalis- The Wondersmith and his Sons

Koste- Satellite

Oceans of Slumber- To the Sea

Roy Blair- California

Nothing but Thieves- Afterlife

OMN- In Quiet Rooms

Everything Everything- The Wheel is Turning Now

Zack Hemsey- Nice to Meet Me

If Only the Trees- Disappear

Lost Society- Stitches

Stormzy- Dreamers Disease

Vancouver Sleep Clinic- Unworthy

ODDKO- Disobey

Sadistik- God Complex

Def Leppard- Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad

Joywave- Nice House

Example- Midnight Run

In This Moment- Half God Half Devil

Des Rocs- Suicide Romantics

Missio- Cry Baby

In This Moment- Mother

The Pretty Reckless- Absolution

Missio- Sing to Me

Crywolf- Fawn

Grandson- Stigmata

Freelance Whales- Broken Horse

Hammock- Things of Beauty Burn

Koda- Angel

Nothing but Thieves- Tempt You

Needtobreathe- Wasteland

Apashe- Fake News

Crywolf- Anachronism

Induction- Queen of Light

The Crucifix- Cursed Birth

Poison- Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Powerwolf- Sanctified with Dynamite

Hammock- Wasted We Stared at the Ceiling

The Correspondents- Inexplicable

ODDKO- Censorship

Nita Strauss- The Wolf You Feed

Cats Never Die - Field

Two Steps from Hell- Away with Your Fairies

DROELOE- Lilypads

Greybloom- Sage

NEFFEX- Bite Me

Cosmo Sheldrake- Wriggle

The Black Dog- Neither/Neither

Dan Deacon- When I Was Done Dying

Marcus Warner- Liberation

Rage Against the Machine- Calm like a Bomb

Arizona- Nostalgic

The Animals- House of the Rising Sun

Nine Inch Nails- The Hand that Feeds

Crywolf- beauty is not a need, she is an ecstasy (respirate)

Two Steps from Hell- Amaria

These have nothing in common except that I like them. Have fun

[gyu-dloml]

Love, for me?

Summary : When the loveliest person loves you.

Pairing : Boo Seungkwan x Gn! reader

Genre : Fluff, confession, just lots of love

Word count : 909

Warnings : Kissing? other than that none :p

You watch him from tables away, where he talks animatedly with his friends. You think you're hallucinating when you see light emerge from him, he's just so bright. Sometimes all you can see is him and his beautiful smile. You wonder how you got so lucky, that you have a Boo Seungkwan in your life.

He looks at you every 5 minutes as if to tell you he knows you're there, and that he sees you too. Everytime you go to prepare a drink or pack some pastries, all you think about is him even when your eyes aren't on him.

It's closing time now and all of Seungkwans friend left an hour ago but he stayed back to help you lock up.

"Kwannie you don't have to do this everyday, I'm fine packing up by myself."

"Too bad that I'm not fine with you staying at the store and going home alone so late at night." And his 'protective' tone makes you chuckle.

When everything's done, the two of you are on your way to your house. This had become a routine, Seungkwan comes in after work and gets his daily complimentary Americano (perks of having a café owner as his best friend) and then he works until you finish up and leave.

As each day passes, you find yourself falling more and more for him because how could you not when he's being perfect all the time. And it's no secret that Seungkwan too had been pursuing you.

"What do you think about going to the park right now? For some time only." Seungkwan proposes the idea, and who are you to say no to spending more time with him. So you guys find yourself on a bench in the park.

It's completely empty and you can see multiple stars in the sky. Cool wind blows as you can smell the damp mud, it must have rained earlier. And there's this perfect silence in the air which makes you want to stop time.

You close you eyes for a moment and wish that Seungkwan is always a part of your life, no matter friends or lover, you just can't imagine a day without him. And as you open your eyes you see him kneeling before you and holding both your hands.

"Seungkwan, what are you doing? You'll get your pants soiled."

"That can be fixed, but listen to me for a while, hmm?" You nod as he continues.

"I'm pretty sure you know but I've liked you for so long I can't even remember and these days I find myself waking up with the thought of you, seeing you at the end of the day is what keeps me going at work and even after I drop you off, I think about you all night and you've fucked my sleep schedule up. But I love that, I love that you make me go insane and sometimes I can't understand your bullshit but I'd listen to you for hours. I love when you get jealous of other people when I only have eyes for you and I just... Fuck, I'm scared it might be too early and I don't want to scare you away but Y/n I love you." He takes a deep breath and finally looks up from your intertwined hand to your eyes.

"I love you so much." He whispers.

You'd been staring at him for all this while but now the waterworks have started. You start crying and Seungkwan starts panicking - What if he did or said something wrong? Do you not like him back?

"Are you okay? Please talk to me munchkin." Seungkwan says patting your hair and you start explaining but he can't understand a word of it so he lifts your head up, so now you guys look into each other's eyes.

After and big exhale and inhale, you start "God, Kwannie I've loved you for as long as I can remember and I always feared you'd realize how you could do so much better but you were always there with me, for me. There was nothing as easy as falling for you, you make me so happy."

"If anyone's undeserving here, it's me Y/n. And all of that means you love me right?." His anxious expressions makes you laugh and leap into a hug on the dirty ground.

"I love you, I love you, I love you more than anything Seungkwan. And I'll cut your tongue off if I ever hear you say something bad about yourself."

"That means you don't get to say it too." You nod as you see tears forming his eyes while he breaks out in the smile you're in love with.

"You all dirty, baby." He says bringing a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ears.

"Doesn't matter. Aren't we going to kiss?" You say getting closer to him, hand still around each other.

"Ohhh, look at you getting all bold on me"

"Shut up" Oh and you shut him right up with a kiss on his lips. It's perfect without tongue but so much love, pulling each other so close as if you could get any closer.

Right now, for the first time in your life, everything was perfect. The man you unconditionally love, love's you back as much and you're kissing him in a random park - clothes all dirty, on the ground after the most heart wrenching confessions were made.

Everything I've written by far has been on a whim, v impromptu but I hope you guys like this one too!