#fight camp preview

[thesportswarriors]

Boxing Scandals & UFC 316: PED Cover-Ups, O'Malley vs. Merab Breakdown

Boxing Scandals & UFC Showdowns: The Truth You’re Not Hearing Anywhere Else Combat sports fans — buckle up. The DuCross Brothers are back with two hard-hitting segments you don’t want to miss. We’re peeling back the curtain on the chaos behind the scenes in boxing and diving deep into what’s about to explode inside the UFC Octagon. Boxing’s Biggest PED Scandal? Is There a Cover-Up? Oscar De La…

[star-bastard]

SOMEONE GET THAT BITCH AUGEFORT BACK IN THE PRESENT!!!!!! EVANGELICAL COLONEL SANDERS IS TRYING TO KICK APPLEBEES OUT OF SCHOOL

[mirchloe]

i can already feel it in my bones that this chapter is going to be the longest one written thus far. they haven't even talked about their mutual issues yet.

[randomness-is-my-order]

it’s the way annabeth never even suspected percy to deceive her with the sword and pull a trick to save her because she’s been fighting mostly alone at camp since she was seven and has never had such a fiercely loyal friend who would have her back instead of expecting her to be the strong problem-solver ready to take all the blows no matter what. like forget that percy put her safety over his own, but doing so while poisoned and tired and on a super important quest?? that’s blasphemy to annabeth and yet percy did just that. i’m not surprised annabeth hugs him in the preview because this seals their bond forever. both were ready to sacrifice themselves for the other (and grover, never forget grover) and that fundamentally changes dynamics.

[nsharks]

part twenty-three preview

In a split second, you're back at your old camp. Your sister's scream pierces the air. Paul is yelling. Greys are climbing over the fence and—

"Run! Come on!"

A tug on your arm yanks you to the present. You trap your terror and sprint behind Kyle. The meadow now feels endless and suffocating. Which way did you come from? Kyle seems to know, so you follow him blindly.

You glance back at the encroaching Greys, but the plants block your view. All you can see are blurred stripes of grey, green, and yellow. But you hear them. Their shrieks drown out the buzz of cicadas.

The fastest ones thud closer, while the slower ones hum in the background. You trample over towering meadow rue, fighting your way through it.

"Twix!"

Gunshots sputter before something heavy slams into you from the right, knocking you down. An ice cold hand grips your ankle, a snarling mouth drools over your face. Two Greys are on you, but they flop dead before you can react and Kyle shoves them off, helping you up.

"She's right here, come on."

Somehow you've made it to the tree where Cherry whinnies against the rope. Kyle unties her with nimble fingers, grabs you, and tosses you onto the saddle. He slings his leg over and thrashes the reins. Cherry breaks into a gallop just as a Grey reaches for her leg, but a swift hoof to its skull sends it flying back.

[bueckersleftbraid]

a/n: a small preview of what’s to come in the next few days! super super excited about this one. Still not sure on a name so drop some suggestions in my inbox! anyways love you! xx

p.s. thank you for all the love on my pazzi as moms fic, means the world to me that you guys like it!! <3

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Paige propped herself up on her shoulder in her bed, phone in hand, trying to fight the giddy smile that was threatening to spread across her face. She could see the excitement on Azzi’s face, and it made her chest feel light in a way only Azzi ever could.

“Az I can’t wait for you to move in- Caroline is excited too. We’ve been planning a- oh shit- I wasn’t supposed to tell you about that. Sorry!” Paige spoke quickly with excitement as she was on the phone with Azzi, almost managing to slip up about the surprise party that the whole team had planned on holding for her. 

On the other end of the call, Azzi chuckled softly. "Paige…"

"What? I didn’t say anything! You don’t know anything! I could’ve been talking about literally anything," Paige rushed out, biting her lip.

Azzi rolled her eyes, though the fondness in them was unmistakable. "Sure, P. Whatever you say."

She was the last of the freshman to move in- considering she was at the Steph Curry Camp the last 2 weeks, Geno gave her a pass to be late to summer training- and the others, Caroline and Amari, were already settled in Storrs.

Paige was ecstatic that Azzi had chosen UConn, considering it had always been their dream to play together. And, as feelings developed over the past 2 years and they because something in between best friends and more, neither of them could imagine their lives without each other. 

“I’m excited too P,” Azzi said as a soft smile spread crossed her face. Paige watched through the screen as the golden San Francisco sun bathed Azzi in its glow, highlighting the warmth in her brown eyes. They looked lighter in the sunlight, a shade closer to honey, and her tan skin practically shimmered beneath its rays. Paige knew she was staring, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Looks like Cali’s treating you well,” A faint smirk forming on the blonde face as she continued to gaze at the beautiful girl that stood on the other side of the country, but somehow felt so close.

“Yeah it is, can’t wait to be in Storrs though,” Azzi remarked as she brushed a small brown curl out of her face.

“Ima pick you up from the airport, just text me when you land okay?” Paige’s voice was soft, as it always was with Azzi, as if she was scared speaking to loud would scare the younger girl away.

“Sounds good, Talk later P,” Azzi gave her a smile, and she couldn’t help but admire the girls ocean blue eyes— ones that she had shared so many memories with. And her long blonde hair, which Azzi craved nothing more than to just be able to run her fingers through right in this moment.

“Yeah talk later,” Paige spoke before Azzi hung up the phone.

As the call ended, Paige let her phone rest on her chest, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed smile. She knew the moment Azzi got to Storrs, everything would change. They had spent so long pretending to be just friends, pretending the stolen glances and soft words didn’t mean something more. But now, they wouldn’t have distance to hide behind.

And truthfully? Paige wasn’t sure she wanted to pretend anymore.

[makhachevwife]

You shouldn’t be awake.

But you can’t sleep. Not without him. You should be used to this by now: Khamzat leaving you for training camp to prepare for his upcoming fight—but for some reason, it gets harder every single time. You’re stretched out on the empty bed, but there was no solid weight beside you. None of his steady breaths you could hear while he was asleep, no heavy arm wrapped around your waist. No him.

You stared at your phone, looking at the last message he sent. “I call you when I finish, maybe 2 hour.” That was four hours ago—but it was nothing new to you. You understood Khamzat didn’t have time for distractions.

But were you a distraction?

He was across the world, in the middle of fuck-knows-where, training until his body couldn’t take it anymore—but he always found time for you. If he couldn’t call, he’d text. A photo from the mats. A shirtless mirror pic of him with a stupid grin on his face. A blurry snap of his dinner and a voice note telling you how tired he was of cutting and how he missed your food. How he missed you.

But tonight you got nothing.

You sighed, locking your phone and placing it on the nightstand. It was almost 3 in the morning—where Khamzat was, it would be 8 at night. You were expecting a good night at least, but it was fine. You understood.

You didn’t even hear the buzz at first.

Your phone vibrated, screen lighting up the pitch black bedroom. You didn’t bother to look right away. Just let it sit there. You were tired. It was late at night and it probably wasn’t even him.

Eventually, you gave in. You picked your phone up from the nightstand and blinked at it.

A message from Khamzat. 2:49 AM.

You sat up a little, bringing the phone closer to your face. Your thumb hesitated before you tapped the notification—the little preview already gave the photo he sent you away.

You tapped it open anyway.

And… holy shit.

It was dark. He must’ve taken it in his hotel bathroom—dim yellow light, tile background. But you weren’t paying attention to that. Not at all.

He has himself on the bathroom counter, white tank hiked up his stomach, his hard abs out for you to see, grey sweatpants low on his thighs. Dark hairs trail down his abdomen and stop at the shaft of his cock—thick, hard, his fist wrapped around the base like he was already mid-stroke when he took it. Veins stood out along the side, flushed pink and full. A bead of precum on the tip of it. You see the shine of it dripping against the the counter.

You stared at the photo. For a good five seconds, you just… stared.

And then—slowly, like your system was going through a shutdown—you put the phone face-down on your chest, let your head fall back against the pillow, and stared at ceiling.

Not even sexually at first. You were just… processing.

And then you started to smile.

You smiled hard—so fucking hard, like you were thirteen again and the boy you liked for a week had finally answered your text after hours of ignoring you. It was stupid, but you couldn’t help it.

Because it was him. His dick. And you knew what that looked like between your legs. What it felt like stretching you out. The sound he made when he finally bottomed out and stayed there, forehead pressed against yours, breathing hard, trying to keep himself together.

And now—at this very moment—he’s missing you, probably jerking off with you in his head and that picture in your phone was the only proof of it.

It took you another full minute to actually look at it again.

And there it was. Again.

Your legs squirmed a bit, kicking off the covers, suddenly feeling too hot.

Your phone buzzed in your hands.

Another message.

“This for you”

Then, another one.

“You send me video last night and I can’t stop thinking of you”

You know he knows you’re awake—the two of you have read receipts on. But you’re just staring at his messages, not knowing what the fuck to say. All you knew was that you were up and horny now.

Then a voice note came in—1 minute and 13 seconds, long.

You didn’t even think. You hit play.

“You always do this to me, you know?” His voice was deep. Tired. Slurred a little, like he recorded it while lying back, chest rising slow. “All day I train, I fight, I kill people in gym—and still I can’t stop. I’m hard for you since I wake up.”

There’s a pause, a breath—a sound, like he’s dragging his fist up his cock again while speaking.

“I watch the video you send me last night. I watch it so many times, baby. I save it, watch it again and again. I hold it in all week. Now it hurts.”

The voice note ends.

You were biting the inside of your cheek so hard now you thought you’d taste blood.

And then the final message came in:

“Be good girl and show me something”

You were already pulling down your panties.

And somewhere, in a different timezone, Khamzat was waiting.

[starbandit]

Summer Nights (Nick Furcillo)

Preview:  Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out. 

Contains: making out, obvious crushing

word count- 2.3k/unedited

This summer was going to be the best summer of your life. There was no way anything was going to ruin it. You had managed to snag the dream job of anyone your age who was begging for a little bit of freedom from home. A camp counselor. 

That’s right. Your summer was gonna be spent chasing sweaty pre-teens, fixing bee stings and splinters, and putting aloe on sunburns. But on top of that you were going to get to hike, and kayak around an island, and spend nights singing campfire songs. All while away from the real world, away from the stress of friends, of family, of school. 

Your main stressors were the middle school arguments you had to be the mediator for. Emma was little to no help with it, instead instigating said fights by helping spread rumors for a little bit of ‘entertainment’. You could almost hear her voice, “I can’t wait to tell the boys about this”, while you were busy consoling campers over their week-long relationship. 

 You threw your tray down on the table, another night of soggy meat and limp veggies. Camp food was never good, almost always big pots of some kind of slop and frozen vegetables. Nutritionally balanced was a goddamn lie. Emma sat down next to you, giggling and smiling at Jacob who took the bench across from her. 

“Oh, Jacob,” She laughed, covering her mouth. “You are hilarious!” 

You rolled your eyes. Even if they wanted to deny their relationship, say they were friends or hate each other, there was no doubting that something was happening. Of course, you knew, with the amount of times she woke you up to sneak out to the docks with him, there would be no way you didn’t know. 

Their conversation turned into background noise as your eyes caught someone walking towards your table. It was like something out of a movie, things moving in slow motion. Tight jeans hugged long, slender legs, a skinny waist hidden by a baggy t-shirt. Puppy dog eyes shining. 

Nick smiled and greeted you as he sat down with his food. Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Ryan sat down soon after, all beginning to chat with each other as they choked down the ‘food’. You joined in the conversation, listening to Dylan spit out some pretty good one-liners, and caught the way Ryan looked at him while he did. You listened as they made the plans for a campfire, something fun for the end of the week. The plan was for everyone to meet by the lakeside for the bonfire on the beach and roast marshmallows and make smores with the campers. Maybe someone would bring a guitar or some spooky stories. 

Soon dinner came to an end. Nick grabbed your tray before you even had a chance to react. “I’m on cleaning duty this evening.” He smiled. “I’ll still see you at the campfire tonight though, right?” 

“Oh!” You smiled back, hoping the flush of your face wasn’t horribly obvious. “Of course, I-I will definitely see you tonight.” You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

Emma had already begun collecting the campers when you made your way to the table. She was helping the campers stack plates and trying to rush them to get to the showers as fast as possible. 

You and Emma led the campers back to the cabin to grab shower caddies and made your way to the bathroom. Emma groaned as you guys walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach and mildew, and a mild stink of wet dog for some unknown reason. The floor was stained with years of mud and perpetually wet. The lights flickered and some of the shower curtains on the stalls were beginning to turn black on the bottom from all the moisture. 

“All right campers! Each of you have… 6 minutes to shower!” Emma announced. “Save the hot water for everyone, please. I cannot take another ice bath tonight.” She rolled her eyes. You both made quick work of turning on the showers and assigning campers to each one to try and minimize the amount of time wasted. 

“So, you excited for the bonfire tonight?” Emma questioned as she picked at her nails. “Gonna flirt with your boy toy?” She whispered, nudging you slightly. 

“He’s not my boy toy!” You shook your head. Sure, you had a slight crush on Nick. He made your heart flutter, your cheeks get hot, your hands clammy. But it was only a slight crush… Right? 

Emma hummed. “That’s right. You won’t make a move.” She laughed. “Can’t be yours if you won’t stake the claim.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. We don’t even know if he likes me back.” You watched as two of the girls began trading body washes and combing each other's hair in the dirt stained mirrors. 

When it was your turn to shower, you found yourself thinking about what Emma had said. Did she know something you didn’t? You let the cold water run over your skin for a little bit longer, washing any leftover soap off. You sighed as you turned the shower off and quickly got dressed, pulling pajamas over your still wet skin. 

You trudged back to the cabin with the campers, listening to them chatter about how excited they were for the bonfire and to see ‘Counselor Dylannnnn’. You had a good giggle with Emma about the crushes the campers had on the counselors while everyone cleaned up their bunks and finished getting ready. 

After a while, you guys finally left the cabin and began the short hike to the beach. The campers squealed and ran off the second they saw the glow of the fire and joined their friends on the blankets set up on the beach. Jacob and Ryan were throwing more kindling on the fire while Nick was helping a younger camper zip their jacket. Your heart ached at the sight. 

“Good with kids.” Emma teased as she pushed by you. “We’re here!” She called out. 

Nick looked up at the call and smiled when he spotted you. The kid he was helping ran off as soon as his jacket was zipped. “Y/N!” He waved. “Come sit.” 

You made your way over, taking in the smell of the fire before sitting on the log next to Nick. You could hear giggles of the campers just a few feet away on the shore, a few of them dipping their toes in which landed them a scolding from Ryan. 

You guys sat in silence for a while, watching as everyone chilled out and played around as the sun went down. You kept your eyes on the fire, the flames warming your face. It was almost perfect. That was, until Dylan and Kaitlyn approached. 

“We have S’MORES!” Dylan shouted, holding up some bags. The campers cheered and raced over, trying to grab at the ingredients to make the sweets. “Woah, woah, one at a time, ya little goblins!” He laughed. 

“We need a line!” Kaitlyn called out. “And for you guys to be safe, and smart, about the marshmallows and fire!” 

You helped the kids place the marshmallows on the ends of (mostly clean) sticks and showed them how to roast the perfect marshmallow. Kaitlyn was trying to avoid burns at all costs, even if that meant physically pulling kids back from the fire. Jacob and Emma had disappeared, no doubt off into the bushes somewhere to make out and baby talk to each other. 

Once all the kids had their fill of s’mores, the counselors decided to make a few of their own. You had a weak spot for the gooey goodness of a charred marshmallow and melted chocolate. You ate your treat while Ryan began the scary campfire stories to the kids. 

“Hey,” a voice sounded in your ear. You turned your head and came face to face with Nick. “You got a little, uh…” He motioned to his own cheek. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Food on your face? What were you? 4? “Let me.” 

He lifted a hand to your face, gently rubbing the chocolate off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Beautiful.” He smiled before popping the thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off. “And tasty.” 

You were praying that only you could hear the pounding in your ears. And that the fire could be to blame on how hot and red your face was. You could hear the teasing from Emma already. 

“T-thanks.” You weren’t sure if you should thank him. He had just indirectly licked chocolate off your face. Kaitlyn winked at you from her spot next to Ryan when you looked back over. What was happening? 

The rest of the bonfire went by like a blur. Your mind was too focused on Nick to even somewhat focus on the story Ryan was telling. Something about a hag of the campsite? Who even knows. 

Now here you are, in your uncomfortable cabin bed, with your hands crossed over your tummy as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, thinking about anything and everything. Did Nick like you? Was this some long con joke from everyone? You wanted to scream into your pillow but couldn’t risk waking any of the campers. 

A tap on your window nearly made you risk that. You whipped your head to the side and stared at the window, crappy plastic blinds were the only thing keeping whatever the hell that was from seeing you. Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out. 

And there he was. Nick. Dressed in a pair of pajamas and with messy bed head, looking as cute as ever. He smiled at you, his flashlight pointed down. He motioned for you to join him. You rolled out of bed and trudged over to Emma, poking her until she acknowledged you. 

“Nick, I know.” She groaned. “Go, I got this.” She waved you off. 

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you in the almost pitch black darkness of the cabin. You slipped on your shoes and quietly left the cabin, the door creaking shut. You took a deep breath and walked down the steps to meet Nick. 

“Hey,” He greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Thinking about it now, maybe coming to ask you to go for a walk with me in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.” 

You giggled. “It’s okay, I couldn’t fall asleep anyway.” The two of you began walking out of the campsite and onto one of the trails. Conversation flowed naturally, ranging from home life to the possibility of aliens invading the planet. 

You two came to a clearing, the open night sky glimmering above you. Thousands of bright stars littered the sky and you sighed at the serenity of it. You and Nick sat on a fallen log, both admiring the sky. Crickets sounded in the grass around you. 

“It’s beautiful.” Nick whispered. 

You hummed in agreement. A cool breeze tickled your skin and you shivered, goosebumps raising on your arms. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.

“Oh,” Nick noticed. “Here,” He slid his jacket off and helped you into it. The warmth instantly sent butterflies to your stomach. The scent of Nick filled your nose and that alone made your cheeks hot. “Is that better?” 

“Yes, thank you.” You curled into the jacket, letting the warmth hug you. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while before you noticed Nick had gotten closer to you. His thigh brushed yours, causing you to look over. 

“Is this okay?” 

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, this is okay.” You scooched a little closer, your legs now pressed together. You had begun to feel a little more brave and decided to rest your head on his shoulder, staring out at the view. You could hear Nick’s heart beat through the crickets, the sound pounding against your ear. “Hey, Nick?” You questioned softly. 

“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head on yours for a second. 

You stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. You wanted to soak this up before you possibly ruined the entire friendship. “How do you feel about me?” 

Nick gently shifted, adjusting to sit somewhat facing you. “How do you think I feel about you?” 

“I asked first.” 

Nick stared at you for a second before lifting a hand and brushing your hair back. His hand came to rest under your chin. “I think that you are one of the most beautiful things here… And in the short time we have known each other I find my heart pounding and hands sweaty whenever you’re around. Is that gross?” He questioned. “Y/N, I feel like I have a middle school crush when I’m around you.” 

You smiled and leaned in, catching Nick in a sudden kiss. He tensed up at first and then soon melted into the kiss, hands reaching around to your back to pull you closer to his body. His hands sprawled across your back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the jacket. He deepened the kiss, tongue poking your bottom lip. 

You smiled against his mouth and opened up, allowing him to pull you in. Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle under the thin shirt he had on. You kissed each other slowly, exploring each other's mouths and testing the waters with what the other person liked. 

After a bit, you both pulled away. Nick’s lips were shiny, pink, and slightly swollen. He looked even more kissable than before. He had an almost drunken smile on his face. He leaned forward again, this time resting your foreheads together. 

“After camp, after summer is over, I’d love to take you on a real date. Restaurant, flowers, everything. What do you say?” He whispered. 

“I’d be stupid to say no.” 

[f1-chaos]

First two are transcripts from F1 Nation’s Miami Preview, last one is from F1 Nation’s Miami review.

I think it’s very interesting, thinking about the dynamic of Oscar’s team, and this calm environment he’s building around him, especially since I don’t see people mentioning it all that much.

Actually, despite following Oscar quite closely I know very, very little about Oscar’s team. I know he has a bodyguard I’ve seen a couple times around, and in the book “Oscar Piastri - The Rookie” the author mentions briefly the team that is needed around drivers, like Oscar’s personal assistant and nutritionist.

I’m kind of fascinated by the topic mostly because Oscar is like… random dude driving fast cars, that it’s a little bit bizarre thinking about a personal assistant following him in the shadows.

Not exactly a warning, but if you haven’t listened to the podcasts yet, they go on comparing Oscar’s calm camp to Lando and his team, or the effect that it might have in their championship fight. Unnecessary in my opinion but I know it’ll be this year’s hot topic 🙃

[artemis-73]

It's Got a Death Curse

Artist: @xfancyfranart

Author: @artemis-73 / Artemis73 on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 18.9k

Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Summer Camp, Slasher, Blood and Gore, Minor Character Death, Dean POV

Summary: Dean and his friends have been coming to Camp Garrison for years, first as campers, then as counselors. Their last summer together kicks off with a bang when a figure from their dark past reappears and buried secrets from a near-forgotten tragedy threaten to resurface. It only gets worse when a storm rolls in, and the night becomes a gory fight for survival. The camp may not have electricity, but it's got a death curse.

Preview:

The pounding of rain on the lean-to's roof nearly drowns out the roar of blood in Dean's ears. The chord that should be connecting the generator to the rec hall dangles limply in two useless pieces, sliced cleanly in half. Not chewed through. Not frayed. Cut.

It's a scenario straight out of a horror movie.

The darkness is suddenly suffocating. It clings to his clothes and worms into his skin. He imagines he's the hapless soon-to-be victim, lit only by flashes of lightning in the sky, as the killer slinks closer in shaky 1st person POV footage. The audience yells at the character to look behind them, and he swings around wildly. The light of the flashlight is eaten by the uninterrupted night. Lightning strikes, and he gets a flash of his surroundings.

He's alone.

Coming to @deancashorrorfest this October!

[aurumalatus]

𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐀𝐔 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝟏

PREVIEWS/SHORT SUMMARIES BELOW THE CUT! feel free to scream in my asks if you feel strongly about a certain one <3

𝐩𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 - there's only one bed.

𝗦𝗜𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 - a prince from another nation shows interest in the princess, and Kinich is less than amused

𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 - after a series of unfortunate events, Kinich and the princess are forced to camp in the woods for the night during a rainstorm

𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 - Kinich teaches the princess to fight

[zepskies]

👀 Sneak Peek: The Honorable Choice - Part 1

The Honorable Choice - Part 1 is coming soon on 11/03!

Here's a sneak preview! 💜

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC 

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse. (18+ only)

Part 1: Pride & Prejudice

June 1872

Dean hears some of his men shouting, along with the telltale cracking of bone that would make a less seasoned soldier wince. He spares a look to Benny, his Lieutenant, and sets down his glass of whiskey.

Dean’s path takes him brusquely out of his office and toward the stables. He grabs his gun and his hat on the way there, setting the latter on his head.

Is it too much to ask for one night where he can drink in peace?

Dean comes to find a young woman being detained by two of his men, Kline and Novak. Roman sports a bloody nose and his eye is already beginning to swell. The woman fights against their hold.

Even under the pale moonlight, Dean notes the way she’s dressed: a deer skin dress cinched at the waist, over thin pants and shoes. He surveys her tan skin, her black hair that blends into the night, twisted into a long braid, and the anger in her dark eyes.

“What have we got here?” Dean says. He stows his gun in its holster as he approaches her, resting his hands at his belt.

“I caught her breaking into the stables, Captain,” Roman says. He prods with a hiss at his busted nose while trying to stem the bleeding. That’s going to be a bad break.

She remains tight-lipped, stubborn... 

**AN: I'm going to start creating series tag lists again.

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Different Path Taken: Ch.2

I think I'm actually going to lengthen this chapter, there's two more scenes I want to put into it, but tumblr gets the preview because I do not have the brain I wanted to work on them.

Rating: T

Characters: Callum, Rayla, Ezran, Runaan, Callisto

Callum still insists on going to talk to Harrow one more time. because the author needed a reason for him to confront Viren and realize he's shady later.

“Wait,” Prince Callum sidestepped Callisto’s herding motion and looked up at Runaan with determination. “I need to go talk to - I need to see my stepfather before we leave.”

Those alarm bells went off again.  Runaan narrowed his eyes at the boy. “Why would we let you do that?”

“Because the fight with Claudia earlier means they already know we didn’t leave by sundown.  If you guys disappear without doing anything and then we’re gone in the morning, everyone will assume you kidnapped us.”

Callisto grunted. “We’re countin’ on that, a bit.”

“But we weren’t supposed to be here.  We were going to go on a trip to the Banther Lodge before you got here, so Ezran would be safe.” Callum pressed on. “So if I just go tell the king that we got a late start but we’re leaving now, it’s okay, they’ll think we made it out.  It’ll be at least a day before they come looking for us and anyone notices we’re actually missing.”

Runaan’s lip curled. “Why should we trust you not to betray us?”

“Callum wouldn’t do that.” Ezran frowned at him. 

“Why should we trust you not to just kill us as soon as we leave the castle?” Callum countered, glowering at him with his hands shaking. “Rayla already tried like a couple of hours ago.”

Reflexively Runaan glanced at the girl, who was scowling at Callum’s back.  She had disobeyed him to come and try to complete the mission all by herself.  He should have known. “We will be having words about that later,” He growled at her.

Callisto cleared their throat. “I hate to say it, Runaan, but . . . it might not be a bad idea.  If the boy can buy us an extra day, that’s precious time we could use tae put distance between us and this place.”

“I’ll stay to guide him to camp afterwards.  I’ll be careful, keep an eye on him, stay hidden.” Rayla volunteered.

Runaan frowned at both of them. “And if he betrays us?  No one of us could hold back all the guards of Katolis.”

Callisto shrugged. “If he doesn’t, we gain time.  If he does, what do we lose?  He won’t be able to tell them anythin’ they won’t guess on their own.  We’ll still have the other prince.”

“Rayla.” Runaan pointed out, feeling a tad brittle at the coldness in his friend’s eyes. “We lose Rayla.”

Callisto held his gaze without flinching. “Or she’s not stupid, because she’s your student and ward,” They pointed out bluntly. “And she stays hidden, and escapes to warn us ahead of time.  She’s always been good at information gathering, Runaan, you know that, and she’s volunteering.” They tilted their head and raised one inky black eyebrow at him. “Would ye hesitate if it was me?”

Runaan showed his teeth and huffed. “Would I hesitate to risk your life on the word of a human child?  Yes, Callisto, I would.”

“I can do this,” Rayla insisted. 

“It’s a risk, yes, but it’s a worthy one.” Callisto said, folding their arms. “It could buy us an extra day, and that’s precious time to travel, and we will need every second.  You more than most, Master of Blades.”

The reminder that his oaths sat further up his limbs than theirs, could easily kill him if they tightened too much, was unwelcome.  His life was of no consequence if giving it completed their mission.  But then, that was the very point, wasn’t it?  Neither was Rayla’s.

Runaan grit his teeth and glowered down at the boy. “Go.” He said shortly, and looked at Rayla. “Stay hidden.  Stay alive.  If you’re not back by sunrise, we leave without you.”

She nodded firmly. “I know.  I’ll be there.”

He hoped she would be, but he couldn’t afford to spare more words for her with Callisto’s sharp eyes boring into his shoulder.  He turned instead to the younger prince and the large dragon egg he carried. “Let’s go.”

The princes paused to exchange a hug before splitting up, and he and Callisto ushered the younger one towards the gates on high alert.  There were still no guards.  Even the citizens of the castle town were abed and no one was present to catch them slipping through the streets and over the bridge.  They made it to the woods without a single incident.

Runaan sent a private wish up to the moon that he hadn’t just sent his daughter into a trap.

They had been in the woods for almost an hour when Prince Ezran began to fall behind.  He had refused Callisto’s offer to carry the egg for him, wisely pointing out that they could just take it and leave him if he permitted that, and they had exchanged glances and let him keep it.  On the slim chance that this was right - the whole reason Skor had agreed to this plan was the potentiality for proving the children’s honor, and they would need working hands to carry the egg anyway by the end of the journey. 

“Slow down,” Prince Ezran fussed from their heels. “I have little legs!”

Both assassins paused for a moment to let him catch up and Callisto shot Runaan a look, quirking a brow at him. “I know I agreed, too, but this does sort of prove my point about them slowing us down.” They said quietly.

Runaan flicked his eyes over the boy and then quirked a brow back at his second. “When was the last time you took a rotation with the Mooncubs?”

Callisto blinked, clearly caught out, and cleared their throat, looking away. “I’m an assassin, and not also a parent.  It’s . . . been a while.”

“You should stop dodging it when we get home.  It will do you good.” Runaan replied as Prince Ezran managed to catch up, the boy panting a bit but bravely pushing on.  He crouched in front of the young human instead of turning to leave. “We will cover more ground if I carry you.” He said bluntly. “I understand you do not trust us with the egg alone, but we need to move faster than this.  Would you rather be held in front or on my shoulders?”

Prince Ezran blinked at him, mouth opening in surprise, but then nodded. “O-okay.  Um.  I like the shoulders better, but the egg is really heavy, and I don’t want to fall backwards.”

“You can hang onto the horns.  Most children do.” Runaan assured him, reminded harshly that children were children regardless of their origin.  The boy was so much like the cubs back home. 

“That won’t hurt?” Prince Ezran asked, curiously, even as he raised his arms to allow himself to be picked up.

Runaan scoffed, finding himself unwillingly amused as he picked the boy up and hoisted him to his shoulders. “No.  I can’t feel the tips.  Just be careful of the hair.” He swept it aside as he settled the child on his shoulders, habit making the movement easy.   Moon above, the egg truly was heavy - that or human children were heavier than he’d anticipated.  He was impressed the boy had made it this far. “Ready?”

He felt a faint tug at the base of his horns as the boy gripped them. “I’m ready.  Um, thank you.”

Runaan settled his hands on the boy’s ankles to strap him in further and set off towards camp again.  Callisto scoffed lightly as they resumed their journey. “Shame you’re not a father, Runaan.” They said. “You’d be good at it.”

Damn them.  What was it with them and Skor, always after him to claim Rayla even though her parents were very much alive?  Things were awkward.  And what business was it of his - yes, very well-meaning - friends anyways? “We’re not talking about that now.” He said flatly. “You know why that is.”

Callisto just hummed skeptically and let it go as Runaan picked up the pace to avoid the conversation.

[enigm17a]

I wanted to do a few things that bring me joy in 2025 (to fight the overwhelming dread that is the daily assault on our democracy). One of those things is this being more active in this fandom. I haven't written anything since 2022 and @spopbigbang gave me the inspiration to write again. I wrote a silly and entertaining one shot that I hope you enjoy. I am excited to be partnering with @mooonchan to bring a moment from the fic to light! We'll be posting "she’s a ten but she dating you without your knowledge" on May 15th. This AU will answer the question, how far will you go to get out of being set up by your friends and how long does a camp crush last. Enjoy the little preview below: *** “Sure, yep, I’m dating someone behind your back.” Adora was clearly being sarcastic. She had no ability to lie. If she was seeing someone, Glimmer and Bow would be one the very first people to know. But Glimmer didn’t seem to read that she wasn’t being serious.

“Wait, who?!” 

Adora rolled her eyes. 

“It all makes sense! Why else would you be so weird about being set up?”

“Is weird your new favorite word?”

Glimmer put her hand on Adora’s shoulder, her posture contrite. “You can tell us, Dor. Are you seeing someone? It’s okay, I won’t be upset. I get it, new relationships can be tricky. I was afraid to tell anyone when Bow and I started dating.”

Adora tried not to make a face. Everyone knew when the two of them started dating. They’d been circling each other for months, each complaining to Adora about their unrequited crush. The morning after they finally hooked up, the whole coffee shop knew, even their customers. But Adora wasn’t going to correct her. Glimmer had been oblivious then and continued to be, even now. Maybe it was easier to tell Glimmer what she wanted to hear.

“Okay fine. Yep. I’m dating someone. It’s new. I wasn’t ready to talk to you about it.” Adora twirled her hair nervously, was Glimmer actually buying this!? She looked away and locked eyes with Bow. He was fluent in sarcasm and he could read her very easily. He squinted his eyebrows in disbelief. Was she busted already? She looked back at Glimmer who was clapping and jumping up and down, squealing with excitement. “Wait, where did you meet her? What’s her name? Tell us everything.”

“Uh.” Fuck. “I met her at the city writers workshop I’ve been driving to.” That was good. Thaymor was far. Lots of reasons why someone she met two towns over wouldn’t be around. 

“Aaaand. What’s her name!” 

“Her name, ah…” Adora panicked. Name. What was her name? She looked out the window, knowing stalling on this answer would absolutely give this farce away. “Her name is Catra.”

[thezombieprostitute]

In the Woods

A/N: Written for @witchywithwhiskey's Slasher Summer Writing Challenge using the prompts: Summer Camp; Sex in the Woods; You know how girls love to scream

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: Outdoor sex. Smut. Lots of smut. So much smut! Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N2: MMF pairing. Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Working at a summer camp really made you appreciate that you never had to go to one growing up. Shy, introvert, physically awkward you would've hated every moment of it. Even if it had been space camp like the one you were working at now.

You always made sure to never push your campers too much. You understood how things could get overwhelming and overly competitive. Pretty much every kid here was 4.0 GPA overachiever that wasn't used to being around others like them. You tried your hardest to make sure the kids got to have fun but many of them did not make it easy.

Thankfully a couple other camp counselors helped you out. Mace and Beck were so damn handsome and intelligent you couldn't believe your luck when they both expressed an interest in occasional hookups. Naturally there were rules. After all, getting caught meant traumatizing children, getting fired or both.

The biggest rule ended up being the importance on keeping quiet. You hated that. You ended up having to focus so much on not being too loud that it cut into your pleasure. And when you were with Mace or Beck they were much too quiet for your liking. You need the sounds, the moans, the expletives, the dirty talk. Mace and Beck were able to give you some of what you needed, whispering all their dirty thoughts into your ear, gently groaning into your mouth, but it all had to be so quiet.

The three of you were having a quiet dinner while the kids were supposed to be sleeping, and you complained about having to be quiet. Beck gave you a questioning look and you replied, “you know how girls love to scream.”

Mace's eyes darkened and he smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes after sharing a glance with Beck. “The last night that we're here, cleaning up the cabins after everyone else is gone, you, me and Beck will have some fun and you'll be as loud as you want to.”

You look back and forth between both men, “promise?” They nod without hesitation and you give a little squee with delight. “A little preview,” you tell them with a wink.

The kids were all gone. Most of the other counselors as well. It was pretty much just you, Mace and Beck left putting the finishing touches on closing up the camp for the year.

The kids were all gone. Most of the other counselors as well. It was pretty much just you, Mace and Beck left putting the finishing touches on closing up the camp for the year. You'd barely been able to focus because you were so excited for tonight. The three of you met at one of your favorite spots and you were shaking with excitement and nervousness. You'd been with each of these men but never at the same time. The looks they were giving you had you giggling as heat rushed to your face. Beck took your hand and kissed it, telling you they were gonna take good care of you. Mace even told you his backpack had a blanket, water, and other necessities so you could relax and enjoy yourself. You bit your lower lip, hungry to get things started. “I think our Starlight is eager,” Beck teases as he sees you squirming. You nod your head, not bothering to hide how turned on you are by all of this. “That she is,” Mace agrees. “But if we're gonna make some noise, we should head further into the woods.” You almost whine but Beck and Mace start walking, pulling you along, and you don't fight them. The looks they give you indicate they're as excited as you. The three of you enter a small clearing and, as soon as they've laid out the blanket, they're both on you. Beck pulls you in for a needy kiss as he starts to fondle your breasts. Mace is behind you, kissing along your neck and collarbone while his hands wander underneath your pants and to your ass. Beck removes your shirt and starts sucking on your nipples and you moan. Mace whispers in your ear, “such a pretty moan. Let's see how many other noises we can get you to make.” “Yes, please,” you whimper and he groans into you as he unbuttons your pants. He lowers the clothes and his hand moves to start playing with your clit. You give an appreciative whine and Beck gently bites your nipple, turning your whine into a moan. Mace looks at Beck, “I bet she'll sound even prettier with your mouth on her clit instead of my hand.”

Taking his cue from Mace, Beck kneels in front of you. Mace helps you balance as Beck spreads your lips and starts sucking on your pearl. You throw your head back and gasp in pleasure. Beck sticks a finger into your pussy and your hips start grinding against him. Mace pushes your head down and growls, “watch him, Starlight. Don't look away. Watch this man on his knees for you and your pleasure.” Looking down you see Beck's intensity as he uses his tongue on your clit and you moan at how deliciously dirty the image is. He looks up at the sound and sticks a second finger inside you, scissoring them as he sucks on your clit, making you cry out. Your body starts shaking and you're not sure you're going to be able to stay standing, even with Mace and Beck's help. One of Mace's hands starts kneading your breast as he alternates kisses and bites along your neck and shoulder. You fight the urge to loll your head back and keep looking at Beck enjoying himself. Your whines are rising in pitch as you get closer to your orgasm, your legs getting more and more shaky. “Let go, Starlight,” Mace orders. “We'll take care of you, but you gotta let go.” His words go straight to your core and you cry out as Beck makes you come, Mace supporting your weight so you can stay standing as Beck fingers you through your orgasm. “Drenched my hand,” Beck murmurs with a smile as he stands. “Now taste yourself, Starlight.” He holds his fingers out to you and you eagerly lick them, occasionally sucking on them and getting an appreciative moan from him. “Time to get you on your back,” Mace says. He and Beck help you onto the blanket, double checking with you that you're comfortable, before they strip down to just their boxers. You're still so in awe that these two gorgeous men are so interested in you. Their well toned bodies make you feel insecure for a moment and you try to cover yourself with your arms but Mace growls while Beck grabs your wrists. “None of that, gorgeous,” Beck whispers. “You're gonna let us see everything, understand?” You're not sure if you can trust your voice so you just nod. “Good girl,” he smiles as he lets go of your wrists and starts petting your hair. You lean into his touch and spread your legs a little. Mace settles between your legs, “my turn.” He starts eating your pussy fast and just the right amount of rough. You have to hold on to Beck as your legs wrap around Mace's head. You don't hold back your moans, whines and screams, especially when the seem to encourage Mace. Your hips keep rutting into his face and you're loving the lewd the noises he's eliciting. You reach and start petting Beck's hard on through his boxers. He gasps at the pressure but quickly moves your hand away. “Patience, Starlight,” he whispers as he kisses your cheeks. “If you're gonna take both of us, we need to make sure you're prepared. You moan at the thought of both of these men inside you at once and Beck shoves his tongue into your mouth. You end up barrelling towards your next orgasm. It hits so hard that your legs pull away from Mace's head, opening yourself up more to his tongue's ministrations and Beck pulls away from your mouth, letting you scream in pleasure.

“I'll never get enough of those sounds,” Beck whispers almost reverently. Mace finally comes up for air and crawls until he's face to face with you. You lean your head up and start licking his face, tasting yourself yet again tonight.

“We were thinking of spit-roasting you tonight,” Mace tells you. “But I think we'll keep your mouth free so you keep screaming how you like.” He nips at your lower lip before moving off of you. He and Beck litter your body with kisses and hickies, turning you into a writhing, needy mess. “I think she's earned a little reprieve,” Beck whispers. Mace nods his agreement and they both remove their boxers. You try to reach out to start stroking their cocks but they push your hands aside and you're too weak form pleasure to fight them.

Beck puts on a condom before he lays down next to you. You lick your lips in anticipation as they help you get into position. You line yourself up with Beck's erection and slowly slide down, taking all of him. He groans in pleasure, watching you lower yourself all the way. You rock your hips a little, eliciting further moans from him. Mace gently pushes you forward, putting your breasts right in Beck's face and exposing your puckered hole to Mace. You hear the sound of a bottle lid popping open and you start to turn your head to look back at Mace but get distracted when Beck starts sucking on your nipples, alternating between the two. You end up rocking your hips, enjoying all the sensations. A squeal escapes your lips as you feel the cool lube drip onto your ass. Mace uses his fingers to work your hole, occasionally adding more lube as you're whining and riding Beck's cock. Beck has to grab your hips to keep you still, “careful, Starlight. Gonna make me come before I'm ready.” His words don't fully register and you keep rocking, only stopping when Mace smacks your ass. “Behave,” he orders and you whimper as you do your best to stop moving.

Mace puts on his own condom and starts pressing into your hole. You whine at the intrusion but your hips try to push back, encouraging him to give you more. Beck lavishes your nipples with attention and your whines reach a new pitch as you're feeling more full than ever before. You can hear Mace almost chanting, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Once he's fully inside your ass he and Beck still their movements, giving you time to adjust. You're almost in tears from how good it feels to be stretched so much. Beck gently caresses your cheek while Mace whispers your praise and rubs your lower back. “Are you ready for us,” Beck asks as he brushes a tear from your cheek. “Yes,” you nod. “Yes, please fuck me. Please fuck me like a whore.” Your begging sets them off and they set to work find a rhythm. Once they get themselves settled into a pattern, they increase their intensity. You never really understood the meaning of 'rearrange my guts' until now. These two incredibly strong men are fucking your brains out. You can't think past the incredible sensations as the coil of your next orgasm tightens. As you get closer to coming you whimper more and more. Occasionally, “so close, please” leaves your lips. Beck feels himself unable to hold back any more and gives your nipple a bite before licking and sucking on it. It's the push you need for the coil to snap and you come with a scream, clamping down on both of the cocks inside you. Beck comes as you do with a groan. Mace follows soon after, coming with a roar. You collapse on top of Beck with a whimper and he's giving you gentle kisses and rubs your hair, telling you how good you did for them. Mace catches his breath and carefully pulls out of you, and you give a soft whine. Beck keeps comforting and reassuring you as Mace ties off his condom and puts it in the impromptu garbage bag they'd brought. When he's done with that, he helps you off of Beck and takes over the comforting and sweet nothings while Beck takes care of his own condom. When he lays back down, sandwiching you between them, you take comfort in how warm you feel between them. “That was incredible,” you confess. “Yeah,” Beck smiles. “So glad you enjoyed yourself,” Mace whispers as kisses your forehead. “You weren't kidding about how much fun noise adds,” Beck comments. “Didn't realize what I was missing out on.” “I second that,” Mace agrees with another kiss. “I don't suppose you'd be up for more,” you hinted. “I mean, we don't have to leave until tomorrow.” Mace smiles, “why do you think we were using condoms?” “Gotta make sure we both get to fuck each of your holes tonight,” Beck agrees. You giggle as you mentally ready yourself for more.

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[nsharks]

bleeding blue | part twenty preview (super spoilery)

You land hard, dirt flying into your mouth and the heat of his touch dissipating. Immediately, Ghost bolts.

It takes a moment to register what you've just heard. It's Blue— screaming. The realization pulls you to your feet and you break out into a sprint behind him, stumbling over a step to grab the knife from your ankle as a string of swears flies under your breath. Shit, shit, shit.

Tall grasses swipe at your calves. The scream is followed by voices that you can barely make out, but one of them is definitely Blue.

Visitors.

The human kind.

Your muscles draw rigid in anticipation. Already, your mind races as you quickly cut through the thicket of trees. Neither you nor Ghost have anything other than a knife; morning practice is one of the few times you leave your bow behind. If they are looking for a fight, he will have to hold them off long enough for you to retrieve the weapons from the cabin, but even in your panicked state, the plan sounds flimsy. 

Ghost is meters ahead of you. You squint hard past his broad form as you approach the camp's clearing, and the voices grow clearer.

"Don't try anything funny or I-I will blow your heads off!"

Grizzled and calm: "We're not here to hurt you. We're friends of your dad. Is he around?"

"My-my dad? He... he doesn't have any friends!"