it's unlike anything, when you're lovin' me

“Shizun said I made you feel so good,” Luo Binghe says, “that I could fuck you any time I wanted.” Liu Qingge stops breathing for a second. “What,” he blurts out. Shen Qingqiu could tell he’d been into it?!

Shen Qingqiu has seen porn, okay? Back in the days when he was online for approximately 85% of his waking hours, there were popups all over the place. Sure, most of them were animated (poorly); most of them were gay male porn, for some reason (some reason); but there was some disconcerting real life stuff as well! He’s seen a vagina. At least a few times! He knows what they look like! Liu Qingge, on the other hand… Shen Qingqiu is 99% sure that this man hasn’t seen a vagina since the day he came out of one, if the way he’s staring down his pants in horror is any indication. ...Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu, and Liu Qingge are all infected by a terrible pollen that gives them a ~woman's body~ and can only be cured through orgasm. They, uh, work together, as um, a team, to- uh- to- orgasms are involved

It feels, sometimes, like Jiang Cheng's waiting to have a bad day so he has an excuse. It’s a Tuesday and Jiang Cheng finds himself huddled under the portico in front of Nie Mingjue’s impressive double-doors, wondering what the fuck he’s doing with his life. He’s drenched to the bone, all of his formal clothes sticking to all of his skin, waiting for someone to answer the door before he freezes to death. Or maybe he’ll just freeze to death! Maybe that’s the option at play here. Considering how the rest of his night is going, he doesn’t think it’d actually be all that surprising.

“- I just… It’s my thighs.” “I love your thighs,” Alex shrugged, “It’s… they’re big.” “I know,” Alex grinned, his tongue tracing his bottom lip almost like a reflex, “They're really strong. It’s hot.” Henry kicked at his leg from where it was hanging off the sofa and relished in the pained hiss the brunette let out, “What I mean is that… they’ll…” “They’ll?” Alex urged, quirking an eyebrow as Henry groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “They’ll crush your big stupid head.” “Please Henry,” Alex murmured, “Want you to sit on my face.” OR Alex wants his boyfriend to sit on his face. That's basically the fic.

Ever since he’d come out to his devout Roman Catholic family, Johnny had been told he was going to Hell. Seeing Simon “Ghost” Riley on his knees in front of him, looking like Lust incarnate, has him thinking Hell suits him far better than Heaven anyway. His blonde hair catches the fluorescents like a halo, and Johnny now knows exactly what the legends meant when they said the devil has angelic eyes. OR: Johnny needs proof that the aphrodisiac drug sample they're retrieving is real, so he tests it the only way he can with the resources he has: on himself. It's real, alright - he figures that out pretty quick.

A series to follow Apollo, Midnighter, Slade and Jason pucking and fucking. Follow Apollo, Midnighter, Jason Todd, Slade Wilson, Mark Grayson, and Dick Grayson through the world of this lovely hockey AU. A world where all the hockey fandom tropes meet DC! Goalie nesting, winner's room, kneeling, poaching... if we can dream it up, it'll be here!