#ride 717

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Ride 717: What Manami sees before him

Pag 1

2: Please look this way too

So, how's the final result?

Is the building of the team going well?

How is this year's Hakone Gakuen?

3: Oi, Yuuto

What is it, Bashi-san?

Could you tell us your future plans?

Pag 2

1: By the way

2: Could you pose for us, please?

3: One more this way

Pag 3

1: Why didn't Manami come too!?

Yeah, I'm wondering the same thing!

Pag 4

1: Ehhh..... so there's also

2: the guy who won on mountain bike two times in a row...

3: He's probably going to win Gunma's qualifiers!

4: Kiji Kyuui, that's a troublesome name! Jou-kun

Pag 5

1: It seems like, with his outstanding physical ability and incredible movement sense, he could forcibly hold down his opponents even during the race

3: Ehh

4: He's 188cm tall and weights 66kg

5: Apparently, he appeared on the mountain bike scene during fall three years ago, but he practiced mountain bike since before then

He's big, but

Pag 6

1: He can climb!!

5: Ehh...

A MTB racer climbs road that are slippery and with a rough surface, so unlike with asphalt, there's grip

The power output from a one-shot climb is on adifferent order of magnitude from that of a road racer

6: What do you think?

Pag 7

1: “Mountain Emperor”

That's that guy's nickname!!

2: Neh, Jou-kun, I was thinking

3: You know, an octopus

4: An octopus?

Yeah!!

5: Its mouth is a “3”, right

Huh? …. three?

What? You mean that scribble you drew on the sand!? Huh... ah... yeah

6: It's the opposite way!! It's an E, like the alphabet

Ah, haha, that's right- you're really attentive, Jou-kun

7: “Alphabet” sounds like the name of a bedding product, don't you think

Oh? Huh? Alpha? Bed?

Isn't it a new discovery?

It's not!

Pag 8

1: Sometimes he twists words and goes beyond time and space.... Manami

He means like an alpha waves bed?

2: I have more informations about that guy's race, do you want to hear them?

Nah, it's alright

3: How does he look?

Long eyelashes, his hair doesn0t cover his ears, and he usualy has eyewear on

4: Since he has low pigment in his eyes.... so it seems

Ehhh....

5: Listening to that profile- how should I put it, it's fun to imagine him

7: Kiji-kun... huh

8: I wonder how's that kind of tension... and, like, if he's a silent person...

And how will he answe if I ask him this...

See, we're going to meet anyway, so it's more fun to imagine it, isn't it?

Pag 9

1: Like... I wonder if he climbs like that

2: And if he has that way of fighting

5: But if that's wrong , then what

What will you do if when you see him he's completely different from what you imagined?

6: Isn't it an “hazard”?

Pag 10

1: Isn't that the most fun thing?

Pag 11

1: If he's just like how imagined him, then that's boring, isn't it?

Looking forward

2: to a chance meeting with an enemy?

I... see

I usually collect and analyse informations, and that's something I don't feel...

3: I guess

He's so absurd he goes beyond space and time

4: “Imagination” can sometimes exceed “knowledge”

5: It really is a new discovery, Manami

Now, should we go back to the clubroom?

Ah, right- we unintentionally took too long

Doubashi will probably be mad

Why?

Pag 12

1: Why isn't Manami here!?

Yessir, sorry!

Sorry!

2: He's the captain, isn't he, that guy!!

What about the interview to Hakogaku's captain!?

Sorry!

Yessir, sorry!

3: I told him that today there would be interviews and photographers

Yessir!

-sorry!

4: I told you two, that you could put a leash on him, just keep a close eye on him!!

You told us!!

You did!!

5: Now now, Bashi-san

For now, the interviewers understood and went back, so it's okay, isn't it?

Pag 13

1: He kept us waiting this long, and then he'll just lie and say the practice dragged on too long!!

Well.... that's right

2: Did you put a leash on him!?

Yessir!!

Yes!!

3: What? This...

Sorry, please!

-please

Doubashi-san told us

4: Today at 6pm you have an interview, so please be there...

Ah... that?

Sorry, but I'll pass....

5: “Pass”...

6: No!! Where is he!!

And Takadajou too!!

He's scary

I'm so glad Doubashi-san isn't our captain...

Yeah...

Pag 14

1: We're back!

We're late

Goruaah!! They're back!!

2: This is the worst time, Manami-san, go outside!

Go!!

Why....

We're at the highest peak of Doubashi-san's anger

3: Oh...

Wa-

4: How was is, Bashi-kun

Ah!?

5: Did you do well with the interview?

Pag 15

1: Thanks to you, we could practice a lot

Together with Jou-kun, we  practiced on the mountain for 12 times

2: Huh?

That climb....? 12 times!?

3: Even though I advised him to stop at the ninth time

4: 'cause I was decided

The basics of training are recovery and pushing hard

5: If I don't push myself hard then I won't become stronger

6: And did you?

7: We're the greatest up until now

8: I have no date about it

9: It's okay

Because I can feel it

10: Buah!!

Pag 16

1: Then alright!!

Bring it on, Manami, you must be right!! After all

Pag 17

1: We're Hakogaku's third years!!

Pag 18

3: What?

Huh!?

4: Doubashi's anger is...!?

I thought it was a critical situation, and yet

The moment the three third years gathered

It changed into an incredible sense of unity

Wo-amazing

I wondered what kind of excuse he had but...

Pag 19

1: He just said he was practicing...!!

2: And they agreed with each other?

Strength is their common language!

There's something I heard

They practiced hard and walked together, so Hakone Academy's third years

3: Have a very unique bond!!

4: Amazing!!

They're so strong!!

I'm so glad I joined Hakogaku!!

5: Incredible....!!

In the club tournament, the E group and the F group haven't finished yet

6: This year's Inter High....

In addition to the three third years, the second year Yuuto will run too, right!?

7: The four people who are decided already have such a pressure!!

What we'll see this summer.....

Pag 20

1: It's an overwhelming victory!!

2: It's the final summer...!!

Will you come!?

Sakamichi-kun!!

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Placement: dating era; between 1-2 years into the relationship

Summary: Some haunting memories pop up out of the blue one otherwise peaceful afternoon while you were situated on your favorite seat…your boyfriend's lap.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 717 (issa blurb)

Warnings: 18+ | the start of smutty mango rides at the end; mentions of a potentially verbally abusive past relationship [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: precious reassuring bf Tomathy and overall just horndogs in love

It's been an hour, he's probably tired of carrying your weight he just doesn't wanna say anything because he's too sweet for his own good, your inner voice taunted you, just one of a chorus that were currently bombarding you with reasons why you should get up and out of your current position. Sitting on Tom's lap while you worked on a rough sketch for a set design on a project you were invited to throw your name in the hat for, while he was reading a book, thoroughly distracting you every time you glanced and caught how his deft fingers were flipping the pages with a single hand.

He absentmindedly traced the backs of his fingers up your arm while his eyes scanned the pages, pressing a soft kiss to the bruise he'd sucked onto the back of your shoulder the night before whenever he turned the page. He let out a little sound with every kiss, exhaling and warming the spot.

He's gonna get pins and needles down his leg if you don't get up. That thought had your neck twitching, your mind flooding with memories of previous relationships, and the last time you abruptly sat up from a former partner's lap. The screaming, the unreasonable outburst because you'd "disrupted his focus" and now he'd broken his train of thought.

Would Tom react the same? All because you didn't want him to have to go through those uncomfortable few minutes where it felt like every step he'd take was on a bed of vibrating nails?

His foot's probably falling asleep.

That did it. You prepared yourself for an outburst as you placed your tablet down on the side table, making a motion to stand up from your boyfriend's lap. The second you lifted your butt from his thighs even the slightest bit, his arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you back down to him, a little yelp slipping out of you.

"Do you need to get up, sweetheart?"he asked softly, lightly kissing the back of your neck.

"No…" you sighed. "Just thought maybe you'd want a little break. And maybe your lap back."

Tom paused, his lips hovering over your skin as he tightened his hold on you. "I want no such thing, goddess. I love having you this close to me. That way I don't have to stand and walk to you to kiss you." He lightly grasped your chin and turned your head to face him, softly groaning when his lips met yours in a tender kiss to emphasize his point. "Just like that."

"Aren't you worried about your foot falling asleep? Pins and needles and all that?"

"It takes a long while to get me to cross that bridge, Y/N," he assured you, kissing his way down your neck, lingering when he hit that spot between your neck and shoulder that had you melting in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place. "And even if we get there it would be well worth the few moments of discomfort if it means I get to have the woman I love exactly where I want her. Where I always want her."

The tender way he held you had you relaxing against his chest, your boyfriend smiling against your skin while he continued to kiss and nip at that your neck. You tilted your head to grant him more access. "I love you," you said breathily, whimpering his name as he lightly sucked on your skin.

"And I love you," he mumbled into your neck. You didn't even notice that his hand started moving down your body until he nudged at your legs to situate on either side of him, deft and skillful fingers teasing their way up your thighs.

"Sweetie, what're you doing?" Your breathing became shaky, trying and failing to stifle a moan when he started to trace up your slit over your panties.

"Making sure we're as far away from those pesky pins and needles as we can be," he answered you simply, lifting his hips -- and yours -- from the armchair. Your body became acutely aware of every minute movement, electricity shooting through your body in anticipation when you felt him shuffling his sweatpants down his legs. "The most decadent way I know how."

A/N: So…I had a nightmare about a bad situationship back in my yesteryears that inspired this lil piece. 🙃 Also, I have a teeny tiny injury on my foot again, and if this happens again next year istg I've got some sort of April Curse on me 🥴

Some stuff are being written, and hopefully I can get to the point where words are wording more again…preferably before I end my lil vacation and I have to start job hunting again 🫡

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A Fate Better Than Death

Simeon would rather die than to not have you

Bottom!FTM!Yandere Simeon x Top!Masc Reader

↳ [Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con Somnophilia, Mention of Murder, Slight Religious Themes, Belly Bulge, Riding, Cheating, Creampie

📝 W.C 717

Ever since you met, Simeon has been infatuated with you and was blessed with living in Purgatory Hall with you. He always comes to your room late at night just to watch you sleep.

At first, being around you and looking at you has been enough. But now it's the complete opposite. He's starting to want sinful things. To have you inside him, fuck him, use him, ruin him.

He craves you and he'd rather be shunned by the Archangel than to be without you. You're all he wants, needs, and deserves.

He hates that you're dating someone else, someone that isn't him, someone that shouldn't be alive. But that person doesn't matter to him, you're his. And if he has to take you back by force, then so be it.

You look peaceful as you're sleeping, completely unaware of the fact that an Angel is hovering over you and about to commit multiple sins.

He fingers himself desperately. "I love you~" He whispers into your ear on repeat, his voice soothing to your sleeping self.

Simeon quickly strips you down to nothing, he's already taken his clothes off minutes before. His hands caress your body before landing on your soft length. He gently wraps his fist around your cock, mimicking the way he touches his t-dick and watches in awe as it springs to life.

"Big.." He mumbles and hovers over your length. Simeon moves himself down, moaning when your tip penetrates him. The fact that he's sinning finally starts to sink in as he sinks down further on your cock. "Mmh~"

He presses his hand on his stomach, which is bulging from your size. "Finally.." He lets out a sharp breath. He lifts himself up experimentally and drops down, a loud moan leaving his lips. He hopes no one heard it. Simeon repeats that action over and over, bouncing shamelessly on your cock.

You wake up in a haze, barely able to process the fact that you're inside someone. You assume it's your boyfriend, [name], so you place your hands on Simeon's waist and take over.

Simeon's eyes and mouth are blown wide, loud wanton moans coming out that are sure to wake the others. But he doesn't care, your hands are on his body and he loves how warm they are. "Yes~! Yes~!"

"Fuckin' slut.." You murmur, a smirk on your face and you still fail to realize who it really is.

Simeon gasps and squirts, immensely turned on by being degraded. He's never had an orgasm before, especially one so strong.

You don't stop, selfishly chasing your orgasm. Simeon throws his head back as you use him like a doll, crying out in pleasure as he feels your cock twitch inside him.

You fuck into him for the last few times before spilling your cum inside him.

After coming down from your high, you realize that you're not fucking your boyfriend. "Simeon?!" You whisper yell, letting go of him.

"More please~! I want more~!" He begs.

"No- I- I have a boyfriend, you-" You get interrupted by his hands wrapping around your throat. He goes back riding you, moaning angelically despite his actions being anything but.

"Ah~! Feels so good~!" He grins.

It might be due to your lightheadedness, or that he's just gorgeous, but you can't help but find yourself enchanted with him. You start to forget about your boyfriend entirely.

"Simeon-" You choke out.

He moans your name in return, loosening his grip on your neck. You bring your hands back to his waist and flip him onto his back. You fuck into him roughly, all morals thrown out the window.

"Yes~! Harder~!" He exclaims. "Oh God~!"

"You're a whore–" You groan. "Slutty little whore of an angel."

He rolls his eyes back, a grin on his face. "I'm a whore~!" His wings pop out, the ends singed and about to turn to ashes.

You hold the end of his wing, causing the burning to increase and move down. "Are you even an angel anymore?" You mock.

Simeon shakes his head. "'M yours!"

You chuckle. "Maybe I'll be yours too." You slow down, coming inside him for the second time.

He blocks out the word 'Maybe', a euphoric grin on his face.

"Mine.." He mumbles as his wings disintegrate into nothing.

[esoteriamaya]

What About Us? A friendship psychic reading.

LEFT (1-3)

RIGHT (2-4)

The friendships we create are the ones most needed in our time of growing up and finding who we are in this world. For some of you, your new friendship group is coming. For a lot of you, current friendships need relearning, reshaping, and refocusing. There may be something going on under the surface, and will prepare to bloom soon come. Since this is the summer months, I would like to do something for friendships as love is always on our minds, but a platonic love that touches the stars is always certainly going to be harder to find <3

Anywho, without further a due. We can get started. So I hope you picked which one you feel the most called too. Lets begin ;)

Group 1 : This is for us. The beginning to the End.

If you have picked the one, its time to start a new friendship with someone new. You could be getting ready to go back to school in august, you could also be in groups (text chats, social media groups, volunteer groups, etc.) and this will be how you meet this new friend. You guys could go to the same school, university, job, career, or you could have found them when you were going to a concert, a park, event. you get my drift.This new friendship is going to cost you the old one, because they need time to figure out for themselves what they are lookin for in love, romance, friendship etc. and you could also be in a romantic partnership but also needing more platonic love to hit your corner.

All in all, this new found friend could be a soulmate of some sort. you guys just get it. Y'all know what y'all like and you guys pat each other on the back from time to time. It seems like you guys have known each other for ages, but its only been a few weeks/months.Plan a date with this person and see where things lead! Go shopping, go out to eat, go to a flower shop. Being spontaneous is how you'll meet.

Keywords: 111, Santa's Hat, 333, Bunnies, Awareness groups, Veterinarians, Poem, Talent shows, Concerts, Zodiac signs, Remember, Museums, Poetry nights, Sculpting, Movies, Fun nights, 666- Venusian pleasures, More life, Jumping for joy, Leo, Moon, Flowers, Pottery & Puppets.

Number sequences, 111, 333, 666, 717, 999, 1010

Group 2 : Crossroads, More to come in the Future.

So with this group, there is going to be a need to explore out of your home state, or maybe you may go to their home state. If you guys have been feeling bored this summer, then maybe its time to plan a trip somewhere like going camping, going to the river, or simply finding joy in new spaces. I feel a rekindle coming up for this group as well. Some of you may have to forgive somebody and vice versa. There could be a familiarity with this group, and the type of friends you want for yourself can come in the near future if you act more confident and free.

The more bold you are, the more the right people notice you, and then a friend group can commence.

Keywords: Crossroads (movie), Tumblr girl, Pizza dates, Online buddy, Road trip!!, Computers, Classroom, Video games, Anime, Donkeys, Cheetahs, Dragons, Beyonce.

Number sequences: 333, 888, 917, 326, 414, 909, 323, 7777, 8888, 2020, 2222, 2121, 3232, 101

Group 3: Where the wind goes, I'll become of you.

This is a beautiful connection! It's like a hippie type of love between the two of you. Just vibing with the waves, and not carrying where it takes you next.

You guys have a capacity to know what each other is thinking, a type of telepathic connection. A long lasting platonic energy between you and them. Gifts, talents, and abilities skyrocket when your with them because they boost your self esteem and help you along the way. This friendship group needs no reshaping, just simply being able to enjoy each others presence every time they meet.

Keywords: 1111, dream reality, riding around town, enjoying each others company, mountains, hike trails, forgiveness, compassion, 'im having the time of my life', 19 years old, cannabis, margaritas, dancing the night away.

Number sequences: 111, 222, 1111.

Group 4 : Let's have a girls night !

This group really needs to let go and let there hair down. Its time for a nice night with the ladies. You may need to get something off your chest, and thats what friends are for! You gotta get up out your comfort zone, and try hanging with your friends a lil while longer, you never know what can happen when you guys are together!

Keywords: Luxury dates, Club hopping, Sleep overs, Wine, Boy problems, Pajamas, Girls trip (movie), Cabin trip, Banquet, Movie nights.

[mitsuyaya]

[ 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ] itadori yuuji, itoshi rin & hayakawa aki

⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° contains: MDNI, characters are all aged up (18+), angst, fluff, smut, lowercase intended, most of ‘em are short and unedited, refer to individual fics for additional warnings. ⁠

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° end note: ⁠enjoy ^^ (some of em are written while I'm having a breakdown during my finals haha.) block or filter the tag [🍫. triple treat] if you don't want to see this series.

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° schedule: from june 6-24, 9:30 PM (GMT+8)⁠

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° status: complete | incomplete

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 (opm edition)

Denouement - Itoshi Rin

‎contains: 717 words. angst, breakup summary: it's foolish to think that everything could last because everything has an end, just like your relationship with rin. to be posted on: june 6

Even in the next life - Hayakawa Aki

‎contains: 561 words. heavy (?) angst, major character death, major spoilers (for anime watchers) summary: you love aki more than anything in this world; he taught you the beauty of waking up every day, but he didn't teach you how to wake up every single day without him. to be posted on: june 13

Just a friend - Itadori Yuuji

contains: 520 words. angst, unrequited love summary: itadori is your best friend and as a friend you should've known better not to fall in love with him. to be posted on: june 20

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

Gitchee Gitchee Goo - Itoshi Rin

‎‎contains: 401 words. fluff, just rin being stupidly cute. summary: rin finds it hard to say I love you, so he says nonsense instead. to be posted on: june 8

Cigarettes - Hayakawa Aki

‎contains: 529 words. fluff, smoking. summary: you wanted to know why aki loves smoking too much, so you asked him to give you one. to be posted on: june 15

Smitten - Itadori Yuuji

‎contains: 424 words. nothing but pure fluff and yuuji being the best bf summary: you're just as obsessed with your boyfriend as he is to you. to be posted on: june 22

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

Panacea for the Insomniacs - Itoshi Rin

‎contains: 1k+ words. MDNI, smut, characters are aged up (18+), afab reader, teensy fluff, oral (f! receiving), use of pet names (angel, good girl), kissing summary: you have trouble sleeping and rin just knows what to do to help you fall asleep. to be posted on: june 10

The Most Jealous Man I Know - Hayakawa Aki

‎contains: 1k+ words. MDNI, smut, jealous aki, pwp, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, kissing/making out, brief fingering, slight degradation (slut), pet names (angel, baby) summary: you never thought that aki is capable of being jealous until tonight that is. to be posted on: june 17

Pretty Boy - Itadori Yuuji

‎contains: 613 words. MDNI, afab reader, smut, oral (m! receiving), face fucking/riding, hair pulling (kinda), cum swallowing, pet names (baby, princess) summary: yuuji is the most prettiest boy you've ever seen, even moreso, when he's riding your face. to be posted on: june 24

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Pleasure is Mine (Aaravos x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Dom!Aaravos x Small!Sub!Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 717 POV: Second Summary: Aaravos uses his magic to make you go above and beyond in the bedroom. Note: For the prompt ‘crying during sex’.  See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Ssssshhh I am not late. Tags: crying during sex, blacking out, hint of size kink, gentle (?) domination, overstimulation and dirty talk

If he wanted, he could hold all the power of the world in the palm of his hand, but it would still not be able to compare to the power he held over you. Your legs were burning, but your body was no longer your own and you kept riding him at a steady pace. His eyes pierced through your soul as he watched you suffer for his pleasure. “Aaravos, please have mercy,” you whined, your hole almost as sore as your legs. 

He hummed disapprovingly. With a wave of his hand, you found your body riding him more vigorously with your hands crossed behind your back. You cried out in pain and pleasure, begging him to slow down, but he just laid there, smirking up at you, as if he was not feeling a thing. 

Tears streamed down your face by the time Aaravos let your body rest. The spell was broken and you fell down onto his body in exhaustion. His cock slipped out of you and he lifted you up. The elf placed you on the bed. You stared up at him, unable to stop your crying. His large hands cupped your face and his thumbs smeared the tears out. “You look exquisite like this, my little pet,” he hummed, before spreading your legs again. “You’re in so much pain and yet, you want to keep going to please me. You know your pleasure is mine.” 

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly. He was going to fuck you again and even if you could stop him, you did not want to. Until he filled you up, there was no true satisfaction. 

Aaravos put your legs around his waist and reentered you. You didn't know if it was you getting used to having his huge cock inside you or some other spell he put you under, but it did not hurt as much as you feared. In fact, it was pleasurable. It felt so good. It felt a little too good. Only a few thrusts in and you were cumming. Your eyes went wide as saucers and you stared at Aaravos in surprise. His smirk was all-telling. 

The pleasure did not stop. It stayed high like a never-ending peak, feeling like a never-ending orgasm. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, body shaking like you were possessed. You screamed, not sure yourself what words were coming out of your mouth, but they encouraged the elf to fuck you harder, deeper. It was all so much; your entire body felt overstimulated and tears fell out of your eyes again. "That's a good little pet. Cry for me. Keep doing that. Give me your pleasure" 

You nodded as you squeezed your eyes closed. Behind your eyelids the world consisted of eigengrau and every word uttered by the elf on top of you. That was until it all turned to black and you could no longer hear him. 

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself wrapped in a blanket and in Aaravos’ lap, while his magic held up a book for him to read. “Welcome back, darling,” he mused as the book closed itself and flew back to the shelf where it came from. The hearth fire warmed your face and placed a purple glow on Aaravos’ face. “You blacked out on me there, are you all right?” He caressed your face, voice soothing and silky smooth. 

“I… I don’t know,” you answered honestly, not feeling your body yet. Aaravos hummed in reply and stood up, carrying you bridal style to a glittering bathtub. He removed your blanket and you held onto him tightly, making him chuckle. 

“Do not worry, my little one. I have no intention of leaving you alone.”  He kissed the top of your head and stepped into the tub. He sat down, never letting go and allowing your body to slowly submerge into the warm water. You sighed in relief, not realising how tense you had been until you relaxed in the water. 

With some help, you managed to sit down between Aaravos’ legs, relaxing with your back against his chest as his hands ran over your body, both cleaning and massaging you. “Thank you,” you sighed. 

Aaravos kissed the side of your head. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

[shealynn88]

2023 Writing Wrap Up

Thanks to @citrusses for the tag, it's always fun to reflect on what I've done! Tagging @all-or-nothing-baby, @makeitp1nk, @phdmama and @apricitydays-lazynights

I actually wrote about half of these stories this year, but this is what I posted this year. I spent a good month digging out and wrapping up some WIPs that had been hanging around. They're at the bottom, since most of them are not HP related.

If you are a Drarry fan and want my best of the year, let me suggest my kinktober oviposition offering:

A Charitable Endeavour (Harry Potter|Drarry)(E) (2,322 words)

If you like rarepairs, I would suggest these two, after paying close attention to tags:

Never Too Much (Harry Potter|Harry/Remus)(E) (3,432 words)

A Gift of Forbidden Fruit (Harry Potter|Hermione/Bill,Hermione/Ron)(E) (6,805 words)

For all 29 stories I posted to ao3 this year, keep going!

Beginning of 2023:

For Everything, a Season (Harry Potter|Drarry) (1,342 words)

A Christmas fic for the Drarry Microfic exchange of 2022 which, just like the one for 2023, started out being something very different, and ended up this - a short snippet of an older, married Drarry, reflecting and enjoying their life.

The Old is New Again (Harry Potter|Drarry) (1,471 words)

I wanted to do my own take on trans!Draco, and this became Calla, and honestly? I love her.

Kinktober was so much fun. I really wanted to challenge myself with these, and I continue to be challenged with more of these stories that'll go out in 2024. It's been so much fun, especially writing kinks I don't share, since I have to really dig into characters and why the kinks appeal to them.

dare to dream it, dare to be it (Harry Potter|Harry/Sirius/Remus) (1,886 words)

I loved writing this boot worship kink story, I loved finding the ways that it's important to both Harry and Sirius, and exploring Harry's hopes and insecurities when it came to Remus.

Never Too Much (Harry Potter|Harry/Remus) (3,432 words)

This watersports story is so wholesome, honestly. It's E rated, but it's an established relationship, and it's very much about trust and vulnerability, and I love that aspect of exploring kinks like this, that can involve judgement.

Unlocked (Harry Potter|Drarry; Harry/Sirius) (1,205 words)

This collar kink story was one of the most fun ideas I had. I wasn't able to flesh it out as much as I wanted to, but I'm definitely hoping to revisit this magical collar idea in the future. There's so much potential!

A Charitable Endeavour (Harry Potter|Drarry) (2,322 words)

Ovipostion! And one of the few Drarry fics I wrote for Kinktober. I actually really love these versions of Draco and Harry - Draco, an insatiable Veela, Harry, who is happy to attempt to satiate... and Luna, who needs some help with some dragon eggs. I actually have a few more fics planned in this verse, but we'll see if I get to them. So much filth to write, so little time.

A Gift of Forbidden Fruit (Harry Potter|Hermione/Bill,Hermione/Ron) (6,805 words)

The one I knew wouldn't hit, but I had to write it anyhow. It has infidelity, it has body worship, it has imperfect people trying to do their best for the people they love. It burrowed into my head and wouldn't let go, and I'm proud to have written it.

I started posting microfics to ao3 this year, including some older ones that I'd only posted on tumblr.

Your Spark to My Tinder (Harry Potter|Drarry) (717 words)

This was actually a ficlet I wrote on tumblr for @phdmama, and later posted to ao3. Short and sweet antagonistic Drarry.

The Nature of Kindness (Harry Potter|Drarry) (50 words)

A painful look at how Draco sees himself.

Where the Sea Takes Us (Harry Potter|Drarry) (651 words)

A fun merman!Draco fic.

Magnolia (Harry Potter|Drarry) (127 words)

A Hanahaki ficlet with an ambiguous ending.

A Lesson in Snogging (Harry Potter|Drarry) (129 words)

Smokin' but T rated Drarry.

Keep on Driving (Harry Potter|Drarry) (150 words)

Draco is newly divorced, Harry offers to give him a ride. Possibilities.

Might Seduce Your Dad Type (Harry Potter|Drarry/Sirius) (250 words)

This is 3 microfics, and I'm actually incredibly proud of it. It starts out Drarry, then ends up with them and Sirius. And it's a pretty solid little story in 250 words.

And the Christmas wrap up for the year!

This Time Next Year (Harry Potter|Drarry) (3,574 words)

An incomplete Christmas fic I'd meant to finish before Christmas but got behind on posting. Spoiler alert, it's actually a prequel to last year's microfic exchange, the first fic in this list.

The Heart of Our Home (Harry Potter|Drarry) (2,592 words)

This year's Drarry microfic exchange fic! Cottagecore with a scant spoonful of angst, and a sprinkle of sentient house fun.

Another challenge, which I set for myself, was to post stories that had sat around in my WIPs for a long time. I generally needed to add something, but in most cases I found that, even if I'd meant it to be a lot more, they stood alone as they were, or with some brief connections between scenes. I learned a lot from this effort.

Another Beginning (Teen Wolf (TV)|Deaton/Sheriff Stilinski) (3,168 words)

This was such a healing story for me to write and to put into the world. These two characters don't really get a lot of attention, especially in a romantic way, but I think they both have a really intense loyalty to the pack that makes them uniquely suited to one another, and I was really glad to be able to get this out so other people could enjoy it.

Our Relentless Dreaming (Dragaera - Steven Brust|Vlad/Morrolan) (4,431 words)

I'd had this one partially finished for quite a while, and I'd planned to tailor it for Yuletide and gift it. That...didn't work out very well, since I ended up being on the Yuletide naughty list, but I was still able to tweak it and gift it, and enjoy having it out there and off my WIPs list. It got a hearteningly beautiful reception, and I appreciated that so much.

Picked Clean (Harry Potter|Draco & Harry) (989 words)

I never entirely knew where I wanted this to go, but I wanted it to be a darker look at Draco, especially, after the war. I wanted to take both Harry and Draco in a new direction, to understand them in a different way, and I really enjoyed exploring this take.

The Taste of You Lingers on my Tongue (Hannibal (TV)|Will/Hannibal) (627 words)

A dark but poignant first kiss vignette.

I Know the Pieces Fit (Teen Wolf (TV)|Sterek) (2,700 words)

I held onto this so long. There was one little section that I couldn't get to 'feel' right, but seeing as how this is one of the most popular things I posted this year...I think it's safe to say, it was the right time to release this post-series fic to the world.

Say Anything (Supernatural (TV 2005|Wincest)) (100 words)

A drabble featuring Jess.

Stalemate (Teen Wolf (TV)|pre-Sterek) (395 words)

I started a S1 rewatch, and started doing episode tags and inserts. This was the first one, from ep 1, where Stiles comes across Derek in the grocery store.

Skewed Normal (Teen Wolf (TV)|pre-Sterek) (378 words)

This was from the rewatch, S2, a little snippet exploring Derek's view of the world, and him protecting Stiles.

I Want to Give You the World, I Want to Give You Yourself (Supernatural (TV 2005)|Jody/Donna) (776 words)

I love Jody and Donna, and I loved exploring their relationship, how Jody would navigate it and what she would get out of it.

Between a Wolf and a Full Moon (Teen Wolf (TV)|Sterek) (2,832 words)

Xenophilic E rated fic with a lot of heart. I am a big fan of writing unhinged but wholesome fic.

Dating (Supernatural (TV 2005)|Destiel) (100 words)

A drabble where Sam accuses Dean of dating Cas.

In Grief, We're the Same (Teen Wolf (TV)|Dargent) (2,057 words)

This sat in my drafts because of a transition issue...I added a sentence and let 'er rip, and I like it a lot. It's a story of grief, of similarities, of people coming together in hard times, in hard ways, in the ways that work. It's about the slow process of working through guilt and grief, and how it's just a little easier with someone who understands.

Show Me What You Got (Supernatural (TV 2005)|Wincest) (871 words)

Some short Wincest filth that I wrapped up a year later with one final scene.

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How It Ends- The Quarry

(#FFF234: how it ends) fandom: The Quarry characters: Kaitlyn, Dylan, Ryan, Abi, Laura, Max, Others (mentioned) warnings: canonical character death, grief/mourning, trauma, amputation, blood, injury, horror, dead bodies, tragedy words: 717 summary: The Quarry cast contemplates the events of the night while driving away from camp finally.

Guys I suddenly got inspired to write a random The Quarry fic because of @flashfictionfridayofficial

Ignore that my first published fanfic on here is this random, also i wrote this in like 30 minutes. I promise ill put my actual fanfic on here some day.

The sunlight turned the blood an angelic hue. An almost shimmering red popping against worn and beaten skin. 

Dappled golden rays shone down through the canopy of leaves, bathing them all in what they had most desperately craved all evening; light. After hours of searching, begging, and weeping for it, the end was not what they had expected. Things looked different in the light. The shadows cast by trees were less daunting, the wounds decorating their bodies were less intimidating. The losses were greater, more raw and piercing. Empty spots aching as daylight exposed them. 

 There was no great applause or lifting of a curtain. Nobody had come to tell them ‘Congratulations! You are still alive!’. Not even the cops had been called. It was just them and the crippling reality of the situation they had advanced and fallen victim to. Six remaining teenagers and the lingering stench of death. 

And so they piled into the dirty beat up van, quietly and routinely. The warm cracked leather seats welcoming them into its safe hold. None of them said anything as Kaitlyn assumed her role as the driver, Laura taking up the passenger seat. As the position’s honored title suggests, she clutched the bloody shotgun in her hands still, high alert on even as the van passed through the camp’s threshold. 

‘Hackett’s Quarry’ the sign read ‘What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger.’ 

Dylan was the only one to glance back, craning his sore neck to see the lodge. It was illuminated now through the gap in the trees, from here you could barely tell something amiss had ever happened there. It looked just as it had 24 hours ago, teeming with life and campers.

He almost thought maybe this had never happened. That this was just a dream, though the dull ache thrumming in the spot where his hand used to be suggested otherwise. 

Ryan looked over at Dylan, dried blood caking onto his face creating a texture like an old and cracked oil painting. His lips curled into a slight smile, Dylan smiled back. 

Silence laid steadily in the bumpy car ride to the main road, nobody wanted to speak about what had happened. No music played over the speakers, it felt wrong now to enjoy something while passing through the site of their most acute horror. 

Things would never be the same anymore, too many people had died, too many secrets never meant to see the light of day had been uncovered. There would be no more summer camp and no more Hackett’s Quarry. The empty seats and unclaimed luggage sitting in the van was a stark reminder of what was to haunt them for the rest of their lives. 

But for now they were okay, it was over, this was the end. 

The jostling of the uneven dirt turned into smooth pavement as they finally turned onto the main road. Everyone let out a subtle sigh of relief, they made it. Even Laura rested her arms, placing the gun on her thighs; she turned to check on Max, his face forlorn and distant.

Dylan was the first to break the silence. 

“Is it crazy if I somehow still have the Peanut Butter Butterpops theme stuck in my head?” His voice was weak but still rang out with the same sarcastic note as always. 

For a moment everyone stayed still, shocked that the long drawn out silence had ended. Everyone had been shaken out of their own stoic thoughts. Was it okay to laugh at a time like this? Was the question on every mind.

Kaitlyn decided it was.

Her chuckle was the first, a dry and heaving thing. Like all the weight of that night was being released through her vocal chords. She gasped, laughing from the pit of her stomach while clutching the grimy steering wheel. Dylan was next, then Abi and Ryan. Eventually even Laura and Max broke from their serious stare. 

The laughter continued for long and got louder as it went on. It all seemed so absurd to them now, like a cheesy movie they’d pay way too much to see at the local theater. 

Still smiling, Kaitlyn drove on chasing the horizon. Sun brimming over the edge like a promise.

This was the end.  

[karahalloway]

Sleepless in New York: Chapter 10 - Darkfall

Series: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: What if Drake met Harper on the first night of Prince Christian’s New York bachelor party? A stand-alone AU written from Drake's POV.

Masterlist: Sleepless in New York

Chapter Summary: Drake tries to navigate a rough night...

Word Count: 5,300

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, angst, obsessive-compulsive exercise, sexual fantasy, masturbation)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: Sorry this took soooo long to get out! As per usual, real life has been exceptionally busy, so I haven't had as much time to write as I'd like to.

A/N2: This is also my slightly belated submission for World Whiskey Day, hosted by @drake-walker-appreciation, and the prompt that this fits with (more or less) is 'The whiskey burns my throat like her absence burns my soul.'

A/N3: I just realised that this kinda (maybe?) qualifies for the @springfeverpitch event that was on this week (Apologies! There are a lot of events on at the moment!) In any case, this would count as domestic x home run I guess 😅

Chapter 10 - Darkfall

I kick the covers off with an irate growl.

Un-fuckin'-believable...

After the shitshow of a day I've had, I should be running on fumes.

And I am.

Yet for some reason, I’m not able to nod off. Despite the fact that I've been on the go since 6am and have barely gotten any shut-eye the night before.

Because my body’s apparently a sucker for punishment and doesn’t seem to know when to quit. And even though I know I desperately need the recharge, I also know that staying in bed’s gonna achieve nothing 'cept hypertension.

So, swinging my legs out onto the carpet with a tight-set jaw, I reach for my phone.

02:18

I run a heavy hand through my hair.

The hell am I gonna do for the next six hours?

My eyes land almost unwittingly on the ragged shirt-tail peeking over the edge of the trash can.

I rip my gaze away with gritted teeth.

No. Absolutely fucking not.

It’a bad enough that I walked out on Gale without so much as a half-assed explanation. I ain’t gonna compound my dick-like behaviour by showing up at her door in the middle of the night, demanding to pick up where we left off.

Especially not after everything I've already subjected her to today — getting her fired, burning her in front of her friends, pulling her into a fight, dragging her on a forced route march 'cross town, and then literally ripping the shirt off her back. And, if that isn’t bad enough, I topped off her night by dumping the proverbial clutch on her when I should've been taking her for the ride of her life.

I swallow painfully. No. That ship had definitely sailed...

Which means it’s high time to take my own fuckin' advice and get her — and this entire mess of a day — out of my head.

No excuses.

And since the overpriced mini bar had let me down, I’m down to my only alternative — running myself into the ground.

Pushing myself up with a resigned exhale, I trudge over to my duffle. Reaching in, I extract the exercise shorts and t-shirt that always forms part of my go-bag, no matter where I went. Because you never know when you’re gonna need to blow off some steam. And going for a run’s a damn sight healthier than disappearing down the neck of a bottle. Even if the latter’s a helluva lot more convenient.

Throwing the clothes on, along with some socks and my well-worn trainers, I turn back to the bedside table to grab my phone and gun...

...and catch sight of the shirt again.

Motherfucker.

Jamming the phone and the Sig into my pockets — it always pays be prepared then be left holding your dick when shit inevitably hits the fan — I march over to the bin and yank the accursed thing out.

Scrunching it up, I turn on my heel, and stomp out of the room, snatching the keycard up on the way. Wrenching the door open, I let it bang shut behind me as I head down the corridor.

I cannot catch one goddamn break tonight...

Reaching the lifts, I briefly contemplate calling one. But given that I’m already wound tighter than a two-dollar watch, I know I won’t be able to stand the wait, no matter how brief.

So, I divert instead to the fire exit. Pulling the heavy door open, I throw myself into a jog and take the stairs upwards two at a time.

I guess I could've just as easily gone downstairs. But I don’t trust myself not to wind up at Gale's brownstone again if I hit the streets. Which means that the only place I can conceivably go is to the top-floor gym.

Which — all things considered — is probably the better bet anyway. Because going for a jog in the dead of night around the City That Never Sleeps is a risk not worth taking. And even though Central Park’s less than a block away, it’s not actually an option, given that (a) it’s shut overnight, and (b) it isn’t the best lit, and I don’t particularly feel like getting jumped by a knife wielding yahoo, or twisting an ankle on an uneven path.

Plus, I'd have to be a monumental idiot to even think about leaving Chris unattended again. Not that I expect to him go anywhere at this hour — except maybe all the way with Hayley. But I’m not about to make the same mistake twice in one day.

Christ knows I paid for it hard the first time 'round...

I feel my legs start to burn as I continue to climb relentlessly. But knowing that this is exactly what I need if I’m to have any hope of catching some zzz's tonight, I ignore the discomfort and push myself on.

Arriving on the 25th floor, I pause on the landing to catch my breath. But the short burst of exercise has merely thrown me a second wind. I still have a long way to go if I want to waste myself completely.

So, moving over to the stairwell door, I pull it open and step into the gym. Given the lateness of the hour, there's not a soul in sight, and it's just me and the view.

But there’s one thing I need to take care of first.

Locating the changing rooms, I head inside. And before I can think too much on it, or change my mind, I stride over to the dirty towel hamper and chuck the ruined shirt in...

...and dump a few towels on top of it for good measure.

Dead and buried.

Spinning quickly around, I exit the way I'd come, focusing my attention on the row of TechnoGym treadmills that face out onto the distantly twinkling lights of Harlem in the north, and not on how twisted my guts feel all of a sudden.

Picking a machine, I pull my phone and sidearm out of my pockets and place them onto the console so they won’t bang against my thighs as I ran, but still remained within reach in case I need them.

Taking a deep breath, I step resolutely onto the belt and hit go on a program at random.

The pace starts off sedately, barely faster than a speed walk. Reaching up to the console, I tap the speed up impatiently, not wanting to waste time on a warm-up I don’t need and most definitely don’t want.

I’n here to burn rubber.

The motor kicks into a higher gear, but it's not enough. Even though I’m now at a steady jog, my heart rate's barely above resting and I've yet to break a sweat. Not to mention the fact that my mind’s still fixating on the very thing I need to flush out of my system.

Gale, legs spread and head thrown back, moaning my name...

Raising my hand with a growl, I slap the panel again... and again... and again... until the belt is a blur beneath my feet and I'm pelting it like a demented bat outta hell.

The sudden speed forces my body into overdrive. My chest expands, my focus narrows, and my blood begins to pump in earnest, trying to supply my body with oxygen faster than it was being consumed.

I fall into a breakneck rhythm, limbs pumping to the rapid beat of my breath in a desperate effort to stay on the treadmill.

In... In... In... In... Out... Out... Out... Out...

The minutes and the miles tick past on the screen in front of me, but I barely register the stats. I'm too busy chasing oblivion...

...which remains stubbornly out of reach.

Because even as I push myself to the limit and my lungs start to burn and my muscles start to cramp, I can't escape her. She's still there, hazel-green eyes dancing on the edge of my awareness, the honey scent of her hair tickling my senses like smoke on the breeze.

And even as my vision begins to swim and the relentless pace pushes me to the verge of puking, I don't let myself ease up. Because that would be an admission of defeat and I’m not the type to quite that easy.

Not when there’s so much on the line.

Because beyond the fact that I let myself become consumed by a girl I barely know — an unhealthy and unsustainable hang-up that I need to nip in the bud, pronto — my continued preoccupation also ended up endangering Chris' life tonight.

And that’s inexcusable.

Not only is the guy the heir to a fuckin' throne, but he is my best — and arguably only — friend. And I let him down, both personally and professionally, by allowing myself to get distracted, just because a pretty set of legs had walked by.

And while I somehow managed to salvaged my colossal fuck-up, and we all walked away tonight without any casualties, I probably won’t m be able to pull a miracle like that out of my ass every time.

Nor should I expect to.

Especially not during the social season, when Chris is going to be constantly in the spotlight, shaking hands, being interviewed, always in an exposed setting. All it would take is one moment of distraction, one second of lost focus, for someone to pull a gun, to slip through the crowd, for our worlds to come crashing down.

And I’m not gonna let Chris — my brother — down like that.

I can’t.

So, doubling down, I dig deep and continue to pound the vestiges of my frustrations, my failings, and my regret relentlessly into the treadmill, the hard and fast staccato of my feet against the machine echoing around the otherwise empty space.

I have no clue how long I run for. Minutes? Hours? It makes no difference. Every wheeze feels like my last, every exertion a desperate attempt to break free of the purgatory of mistakes I trapped myself in.

And still I push on. Until I hit the proverbial wall and collapse against it, my vision blurry, my limbs shaking, my clothes drenched.

I stand there for what feels like eternity, feet straddling either side of the machine, the belt still whizzing at breakneck speed beneath me while I cling to the console like a life-line, trying to catch my breath.

And eventually my heart-rate slows, the buzzing in my ears clears, and I regain enough coherence to lift a hand and slap the treadmill off.

Pushing myself up to a standing position as the machine whirls to a stop, I wipe the sweat from my eyes and glance at the screen in front of me.

10 miles. 56 minutes.

I scoff wryly. Well, fuck me if that ain’t a new personal best... Who knew that self-pity could be such a potent motivator...?

Exiting the menus, I grab my stuff and move to step off the machine... only to very narrowly avoid face planting into the floor.

Oh, shit...!

Grabbing the console, I shake my head to try and clear the sudden nausea.

Christ, I feel awful...

My eyes land on the water fountain and I lurch towards it like a drunk out of a bar. Because that’s exactly how I feel like — sluggish, light-headed and stumbling around like a newborn calf. Which is no surprise considering I've just run the best part of half a marathon as if the Devil himself had been after me, having consuming nothing but two bottles of beer beforehand.

Apparently I do hate myself.

Managing to make it to the far wall without any incident — just — I lean over the dispenser to inhale the cool stream of water, nearly making myself choke in the process.

But I know I need to rehydrate myself, otherwise I’m gonna be in a world of pain in a few hours' time. So, after overcoming the initial shock to my system, I force myself to loosen up on the pace and start taking longer and slower gulps.

Having finally satisfied my body's cravings, I let go of the dispenser button to run the back of a trembling hand over my water-soaked mouth.

Sweet Jesus, I’m a mess...

I can’t remember the last time I pushed myself this hard on a workout.

But then I've never felt this way before... Like I’m an idiot, like I missed the pass, like I’m stuck in a maze with no way out.

And even though the hard run had managed to clear my mind, that latent feeling of... something is still there, writhing just beneath the surface, like an unscratchable itch under my skin.

And maybe it'll never go fully away. But I’m not about to give up without putting in a damn good fight.

Pushing myself up, I turn towards the pool. And even though I haven’t brought any swim trunks with me, my feet are already pulling me towards the siren call of the water.

Because if there’s one thing that’a guaranteed to set me right, it’s a full-body dunk.

Arriving at the side of the pool, I peel my sweat-soaked clothes off, leaving only my boxers on for the sake of modesty in case someone happens to walk in.

Taking a breath, I step out over the edge and plunge straight in.

The sting of salt hits my nose — not the same flavour as the Med, but then no pool’s ever gonna compete with that — as the water envelopes me and I let myself sink below the surface.

I hit the bottom and the echoey silence settles like a blanket around me, soothing my senses, taming my pulse.

I've always loved the water. Even before I could walk, I'd make a butt-shuffling beeline towards the end of the beach where the waves crashed onto the shore, unveiling a treasure trove of crabs, seashells and shiny rocks.

Of course, Mom'd been terrified that I'd get swept out to sea, or drown. So, to appease her fear, Dad had started taking me to swim lessons — first at the local therapy pool, but graduating quickly to the higher classes in the lap pool as I learnt to float, hold my breath, and leap off the diving board, all by the age of three.

From there my obsession only grew. I joined the school swim team, the water polo team, and even got certified as a lifeguard over the course of one summer. In short, I spent almost as much time in the water as out of it.

And then Chris introduced me to sailing.

At first I couldn't see the appeal of drifting around the Med on a sofa-sized boat when you could be swimming in it. But I've never been able to say 'no' to my best friend, so when he insisted I join him for a spin around the marina in his new Wayfarer one evening, I'd begrudgingly said yes. And had become instantly hooked. The speed, the technical precision, the feeling of flying over the water — it was all addictive.

Jack Sparrow'd had it right when he'd said that a ship is not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails. Because even though those things are integral to the make-up of any craft, what a ship — or yacht, or catamaran, or any other vessel — really is, is freedom.

And for a restless 14 year-old, there was nothing more attractive than ditching the world to hang out with your buddy in the middle of the ocean, free of worries or adult supervision, just enjoying the endless view while you fished and talked about nothing in particular.

Of course, being teenagers, we were bound to get ourselves into deep water — quite literally. Which is how we ended up deciding that it'd be a great idea to take out a much larger sloop one evening... only to end up paying for that mistake when a storm decided to roll in out of the blue, catching us off guard and capsizing our craft.

And while that particular misadventure had ended up turning Chris off sailing once and for all, it had made me even more determined to get back out onto the water and obtain my ICC license. Which I did, the following summer.

And even though I no longer have Chris to share my maritime adventures with, my love of sailing — and of being out on the water — never diminished.

Because the sea is — and always has been — my personal haven.

Feeling my lungs start to itch from the lack of oxygen, I reluctantly open my eyes and kick back up to the surface.

But I don't feel like returning to dry land just yet.

So, drawing a quick breath, I stretch myself out and dip into an easy freestyle. Half-a-dozen strokes and I reach the edge of the pool. Diving down, I flip myself around to kick off the wall, resurfacing into a backstroke.

I repeat the pattern for about ten laps, enjoying the rare sense of peace that comes with gliding weightlessly through the water, strokes moving effortlessly in time with my breath.

Eventually, though, I’m forced to call it quits as my body finally runs out of steam and my rhythm starts to falter.

Grabbing onto the edge of the pool, I pause to catch my breath, arms and shoulders tingling from the exertion...

...and I suddenly realise that I'm starving.

Which, all things considered, is hardly surprising. The last time I had anything to eat was at that Midtown stake-house at dinner-time, which was over eight hours ago. And since then I've probably burnt through 800 calories' worth of pure stress, not to mention all the physical exertion I've put myself through. So, my blood sugar levels are shot.

Pulling myself out of the water, I pad over to the other side of the pool to collect my gear.

I briefly contemplate having a shower, but quickly ditch the idea on the basis that (a) I hadn't brought a change of clothes with me, and (b) I can’t trust myself not to go rooting for the ruined shirt that I ditched in the changing rooms earlier.

So, brushing off the worst of the water, I head straight for the lifts.

I’m not expecting to cross paths with anyone at whatever time in the morning it is. And if I do... well, they can suck it up. It's not like I’m walkin' around buck-ass naked.

Arriving back on our booked-out floor, I make my way to my room. Fishing the keycard out of the pocket of my shorts, I let myself in and flick the door closed behind me.

Dropping my exercise kit by my duffle, I locate the 24-hour room service menu and do a quick scan of the options.

A couple of items jump out at me, but knowing that I'll probably have breakfast with the guys in a few hours' time, I don’t want to have anything too heavy.

But then my eyes land on the cheeseburger, and before I can think twice about it, I've reached for the hotel phone and I'm putting the order through.

And even though I tell myself that it's because I never got to finish the one back at the dive bar two nights ago, I know that I'm lying to myself...

...so, I add a bottle of whiskey to the order for good measure.

Because I don’t want to blow up all my hard work by falling back into the same emotional sink hole that I only very narrowly managed to drag myself out of just now. So, I need something to distract myself.

Hanging up, I quickly sort my sweaty clothes out and stow them in the duffle before making my way into the bathroom to have another shower.

Once done, I throw on my jeans and a t-shirt (not bothering with socks or underwear) and flick the wall-mounted TV on to find something to pass the time with while I wait for the food to show up.

Not seeing any movies or series that particularly interest me, I eventually settle on a rerun of an old Pats game...

...but I find my mind wandering.

And it doesn't take long for my treacherous sub-conscious to dig up the very images that have been stalking me all night.

Gale, up in my face out on the club balcony, testing my limits and my sanity with that sassy smile of hers...

Gale, head thrown back and ass pressed up against me as we move to the techno-beat on the crowded dance-floor...

Gale, legs wrapped around me as her nails rake over my skin, fighting to get my shirt off as my tongue invades her mouth...

I groan despite myself, shifting uncontrollably on top of the covers...

...and realise that I've already lost the battle.

Shit.

My eyes land ruefully on the tell-tale tent pole straining the front of my pants.

I huff out a tight exhale.

If there'd been one thing I wanted to avoid tonight, it’s this...

Because I know that as soon as I dip a toe in that particular Rubicon, I’m screwed. And not in a good way.

Because when you've been continuously pushed to the edge, only to be yanked back each and every time from the precipice of release, a plain ol' wank just isn’t gonna do it.

Sure, jacking one out relieved the immediacy of the pent up need. But it’s never gonna hold a candle to the real thing. In part because it’s over in minutes and in part because cumming into your own hand feels about as satisfying as throwing yourself a one-man pity party.

Because sex is a team sport. And trying to run a solo play — when you know what the real thing feels like — is always gonna fall short of expectations. Because when you’re on your own, there’s no one to share the thrill with. To kiss, to tease, to fuck to the limit before letting go so you can finally implode into each other.

Which is why I'd tried my damnedest to exhaust myself so I wouldn't find myself in this situation. At least not until we were back in Cordonia, and I could avail myself of some options...

...'cept now I don’t have a choice.

Not unless I want to greet the bell hop with a raging hard-on...

Because unfortunately for me, my dick has apparently decided that it'd had enough of being baited, and is now gonna bend me over the barrel to get what it wants.

Regardless of the fact that it’s gonna be a massive let-down for both of us.

So, even as I try to shift my focus back to the Pats game — and sideline my ever-growing erection — all I manage to achieve is an even more persistent itch in my pants.

Because despite my resistance, we both know that thanks to the missed opportunity with Gale, chances are good that I’m not gonna find anything resembling decent satisfaction until after the Masquerade Ball.

As even though we'll be arriving back to a Palace teeming with all manner of women — from maids to staff to nobles — that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be casting a net. In fact, just the opposite. I’m not the type to shit where I eat (it causes too much unnecessary mess) and I learnt my lesson about fucking aristos the hard way.

Which means that unless I’m planning to shell out for a call girl — hell'd have to freeze over first — a self-administered hand-job is gonna have to tide me over until there’s a big enough gap in my schedule that I can get away from the Palace for a couple of hours and find some stress relief.

I heave a low breath. Fuck my fuckin' life...

But knowing that I've backed myself into a corner, I reach resignedly for my belt. Unhooking the buckle, I fling it to the side to expose the top button of my jeans. Snapping the fastening open with one hand, I yank the zip down with the other.

The denim falls away and my dick springs free of its confines, its rigid length snapping to attention like an overeager hound that has just caught a scent.

And even though this particular outing isn’t gonna end in the long, hard run we both know we need, that doesn't stop the damn thing from drooling like a mutt in anticipation.

Setting my jaw, I shove my jeans down over my hips, half-heartedly wishing I had some lube or something to try and improve this runaway train-wreck as I reach south...

...and groan out loud as my hand wraps around the warm shaft.

Goddamn...

I’m apparently more deprived than I realised. Though, I guess that shouldn't come as a massive surprise. Especially after the near constant edging that Gale subjected me to tonight, combined with the fact that it's been a good two weeks since the last time I managed to eke out time for a fuck. And that had been mediocre at best.

As if to emphasise the point, my dick bucks against palm, and it's clear that I have a lot of mitigating to do.

Sliding my fist firmly down, then back up again, I set about stoking up a rhythm. And even though it's nothing different to what I've done hundreds of times before, something about the familiar friction sparks an instant fire in my veins.

Maybe it's 'cause I’m exhausted... Maybe it's 'cause my mind’s a mess... Maybe it's 'cause I've gone cold turkey for too long...

But whatever it is, it’s sending me into a tailspin.

I feel my head tip back against the headboard with a low moan as I'm pulled rapidly under by the throes of my self-gratification.

And as my eyes shudder closed in the face of the rising tension, I give myself up to the darkest depths of my desire...

...and in a blink of an eye, I’m back in that cramped apartment, gazing up at Gale from between her legs, the imminence of her climax written on her face, the slickness of her arousal coating my mouth and tongue.

I groan into her as she grips my hair, urging me on with her increasingly desperate pleas, her body quivering above me as she careers towards the edge...

...and I’m suddenly possessed by an all-consuming urge to have her.

Shooting to my feet, with her legs still wrapped around my shoulders, I send her sprawling back over the top of the kitchen counter.

Because I know that we don’t have much time, and if I’m gonna make this happen, we need to do it hard and fast.

And I’m not gonna let myself disappoint her again.

Grabbing her by the waist, I yank her towards me. Her hazel-green eyes widen in shock as her ass dips over the edge of the counter. But my grip on her is unshakeable and she's not going anywhere.

Not yet anyway.

Not until I've fucked her six ways 'til Sunday, and even then I probably won’t let her leave.

Because this girl sets me on fire like nobody else, and I need her to burn with me.

Bending down to give her decadent folds one more self-indulgent lick, I steady her with one hand while I rip my belt and jeans open with the other, not able to take my eyes off her as she writhed before me.

"Drake...!"

The sound of my name slipping off her lips like a fervent prayer unleashes something feral inside of me. Something I didn't even know existed in the dark recesses of my soul. Something that instantly swallows whatever vestiges of rational thought I have left, leaving only one, single-minded purpose:

To make her mine.

And in some corner of my brain I know I should be terrified. Of this rabid hunger that she's unwittingly awakened within me. Of the fact that I can’t control it... and don’t want to.

But I'm already past the point of no return. And I can’t give a rat's ass.

Because the only thing I care about is fulfilling that unspoken obsecration of hers until she’s ruined for all other men.

Shoving my jeans and boxers down with a growl, I grab her hips and ram myself into her in one, brutal motion.

Her wet heat engulfs me, taking me fully, causing my eyes to roll back into my head as I revel in the sheer euphoria of her, her deep-throated cry of agreement rising up around me.

Christ, she feels amazing!

And if the mere act of being inside her doesn’t already feel like pure rapture, she then decides to up the ante even further.

"Fuck me, Drake," she demands, arching her lower back forward.

A guttural sound rattles my throat as she rolls her hips against me, cranking up the torsion as she pulls me in even deeper.

And I could've lost it then and there.

But somehow — whether through sheer force of will, or by the grace of God — I manage to tamp down the rapidly rising swell in order to heed her command.

Because this isn’t about me. This is about her. And I’m gonna make damn sure that she gets what she wants before I let myself cum inside her.

Even if it kills me.

Opening my eyes, I meet her hazel-green gaze with an affirmative smirk. "Yes, ma'am."

She wraps her legs around me expectantly...

...and I slam us together roughly, loudly, unapologetically.

She gasps beneath me, hands flying to the edge of the counter to grip it like an anchor in a storm, her entire body reverberating with the impact of our collisions.

But I don't stop. I can't. I pound into her like a man possessed... because I am. All semblance of logic, of reason, of God-given sense has evaporated and I devolve into the basest version of myself, one that is driven purely by lust and instinct.

And even though I know I won't be able to hold out, that I'll cave in the face of her rhapsodic screams and the almost painful pressure she’s putting on my dick, I'm powerless to pull the e-brake. If anything, it makes me rev the throttle even harder.

Because she just feels too damn good, and I've been at her mercy from the start.

Lifting my head, I lock eyes with her. And in those lust-blown, hazel-green depths, I see more than just need... more than just passion.

I see complete faith.

And it undoes me.

I explode into her with a ragged, animalistic cry, my body jerking with the force of my deliverance.

"Holy... fuck!"

The long-coveted wave of release crashes over me, wiping away my thoughts and my vision, and I'd be convinced that I passed out were it not for the high-pitched ringing in my ears and the thundering of my heart.

A few more pumps, a shuddered breath as the last swell rises, and I’m left drained, floating.

I stay there, motionless, revelling in that all-too brief moment of calm before the chaos of the world spins back up around me.

Sweet Jesus, that w—

Her warm lips brush against my sweat-streaked forehead, her honey-camomile scent drifting over me like a drunken haze...

I move to lean into her. "Harp—"

...but she's already gone.

The story continues in Chapter 11 - Cold Light of Day

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Sleepless in New York only

@bebepac

Picture Credits

Insomnia - Dawn - New York - Run - Swim - Drake - Pool

[bl00dclipse]

Welcome home

Pairing(s)! Abby anderson x fem!reader

cw: smut, fingering, oral sex (r! Receiving), praise.

Proofread? Yes. No. Sorta.

Word count: 717

a/n! This is my first time ever writing smut so please give don’t flame me :3 My requests are open for Ellie and Abby. Enjoy guys >.<

“Fuck” you say softly under your breath. You couldn’t get Abby off your mind, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself. You shift uncomfortably in your bed once again knowing that she could walk in on you at any moment. 

She was currently off on a supply run that had gone on for two days. That was much too long for you. So here you were in bed, blanket in between your legs trying to get as much friction against your cunt as you could.

You were so deep in thoughts of Abby that you didn’t hear the front door open or her walking towards your shared bedroom. “Hey babe- oh” you jump up, startled. “Hi..abbs” you look up at her with doe eyes as she walks towards you.

She gives you a peck on the lips before speaking. “Couldn’t wait for me to get home huh” you swallow as she stands up straight, easily towering over your figure on the bed. “No..” feeling slight embarrassment over her catching you, you look away.

“Look at me babe” she says, voice slightly lower than before. You look up at her and notice how her beautiful eyes seem darker as she looks at you. Before you can even think of saying anything to her, she crashes her lips onto yours. Pushing you further up the bed, she grips onto your thighs which are now spread open against her own. “Abby..” you say when you both pause slightly for air.

She starts to kiss your face, then your neck, trailing down to the collar of your thin shirt. She swiftly removed your shirt and starts to kiss one of your nipples while massaging the other. “Fuck..Abby..need you so bad”

You feel wetness pooling in your panties. Brain is empty. All you can think of is Abby fucking you now.

“Be patient”

You whine a little as her kisses are now on your lower stomach. “Please Abby..” you say breathlessly. She kisses you again. This time with much more desire as she can feel her own cunt getting wetter. Her hands move over to your bedtime shorts, which she pulls off of you. Still making out, she runs her fingers over your clit. You moan into her mouth which makes her smile a little. “You’re so wet for me baby” she pulls away and you whine again. “Tell me what you need”

“You. Need you to touch me Abby please..” your words come out hushed but that’s all she needed to here. Suddenly her face is between your thighs as she rips off your pretty pink panties. You groan at the cold air making contact with your warm cunt.

“Fuck” it’s not Abby’s first time down there, but seeing you this way for her will always make her feel so hot. She starts moving her thumb in circles around your clit as her tongue comes into contact with your hole. You moan loudly as you finally feel what you’ve wanted these days she was away.

Your back arches as she starts moving faster. This time, her mouth is sucking on your clit. This feeling makes you throw your head back in pure ecstasy. Then she circles her finger around your hole before putting it in. The sudden pressure making you moan. She slowly keeps guiding her finger in and out of you while she eats you out.

“mm gonna cum!” You moan out as you feel your stomach in knots, threatening to come undone at any moment. “You’re so beautiful, cum for me sweetheart”

At this point you are roughly gripping onto her shoulders, enough to make her groan agains your clit. Your vision goes white, curses falling out of your mouth as Abby keeps praising you. You cum all over her mouth and fingers. She lets you ride out your orgasm on her fingers as she comes up to kiss you.

Your heart flutters at how much love is in that kiss. Makes you feel a bit shy as you look up at her. “I love you abbs” she moves up to be side by side with you. She scoops you into her arms, hugging your torso and letting her head relax on your shoulders. Both of you tired and ready to pass out.

“I love you more.”

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 1x22

get its own post for finale reasons, the show does its first hitchcock homage, and the liars become the liars

getting ezria out of the way: even as fan of vest + tie combos ezra's outfit sucks this episode, he sucks for his useless texts, aria's tantrum at the faculty party is dumb, all of this is so stupid

ok ok the other note is that my friend remarked that when one of the liars goes "who do we know that's interested in younger girls" after the creep videos, none of them even think of ezra in that vein

which is distressingly warped even as it makes sense for these girls' worldviews: spencer does not view ian negatively until A gives them the video of him possibly killing ali, she views him positively in her flashback of kissing him

Spencer is so bad for saying that Melissa's baby might be inhuman but she is so fucking funny for saying "humor is subjective" instead of apologizing. I just really enjoy it when Spencer takes a break from being tormented to be the teenage brat she was born to be

Pam takes ten fucking years to answer Emily asking if her dad is okay and that is wild to me, Pam y'all are a military family and you should know better

why did the writers come up with this Texas plotline by the way, did they ever explain that?

Emily and Samara are exchanging the blandest emails. Why do all these girls email each other so much, the only things I emailed my high school friends about was schoolwork, otherwise it was all about texts

do you think they have negative associations with texting because of A. does only Spencer get tormented via email is she special like that.

Lucas is back! And still miffed about the danceathon ploy. I completely misremembered him already knowing Caleb before he goes on this fetch quest, but no, this is solely a "Hanna should know the truth" move

anw my take on how he tracks him down is that (1) Caleb's cheap-ass bus ride has lots of delays because that is his fucking luck (2) Lucas gets Caleb's number from Hanna's phone before passing it over to Emily

Okay, I make fun of the liars a lot for being super weird about the blind girl (who they are partially responsible for blinding), but most of the time I enjoy it, because of moments like this episode's where Jenna will be like come on bro :/ I'm just a girl who raped my step-brother via threats :/ just a girl who made a mistake and regretted it :/ why you gotta be so harsh bro :/

jenna we all saw you this season still trying to creep on toby when you were back in the same house...

this episode reveals that Spencer and I have very different notions of burner phones, because she bought this

while I would have gone for a nokia brickphone. Then again I think Spencer and I have different budgetary considerations for burner phones. (717 is indeed an area code for southern pennsylvania btw)

The Ian plan is not bad but maybe would be better if they didn't all swivel to stare at him instead of staring at the phone, you know, the means you purchased to communicate with him

All of the liars leave when Mona shows up (w/o busing their trays! Emily and Aria, your parents raised you better than this! Spencer had no tray and Hanna was not raised better than that) and I know it's primarily because they need to plot, but Spencer also clearly finds Mona super fucking annoying and I respect that

Emily when accosted by a cop that she should really trust him goes wow, maybe he has a point, and indeed calls Garrett later. ACAB, Emily, ACAB. (Except Officer Barry Maple, who has never done anything wrong ever.)

Okay so the real reason they made Garrett her former neighbour is so they could pretend he was on this street to see family, when he was actually here to get in on Rosewood men's favorite hobby: underage girls

why does he take off Jenna's sunglasses before he kisses her, that seems unnecessary.

please remember that Garrett's actor was Paolo in The Lizzie Maguire Movie. swear he was less bland in that

The Hannily porch scene is very endearing, Hanna is so delighted at the notion that Emily might have a type

Toby gets Spencer to chill out before she goes off to do her convoluted plan, which is a good dynamic for them

Spencer calls him a "safe place to land", which will come up again, and says she wants him away from danger because of that

firstly, sweet sentiment Spencer, but I do not think asking him to keep Jenna busy is keeping him safe, he would rather wrestle Ian in the woods any day

secondly, thinking about who Spencer feels the need to protect like this - she is protective over all the liars and Toby, but is she more "don't let danger breathe on them" about Toby and Emily?

at no point does anyone mention the car that t-boned Spencer and Melissa or its driver like, was it a phantom car, are Rosewood PD falling down on even this

Veronica gets some good mom points in comforting Spencer and telling her the crash wasn't her fault and that Melissa knows she cares

S1!Spencer is all about guilt so she takes this as her cue to nobly walk to the church to get Melissa's phone, only to get fucking jumpscared for her trouble

I really love the sequence from when Ian shows up till when the liars find Spencer at the top of the tower. It escalates so well, the tension ramping up, there's a phone call that forces the liars to simply listen as Spencer begs for her life and Ian recites how he's going to construct Spencer's suicide (and would have anyone believed the remaining liars if he'd succeeded?)

Spencer Hastings while being violently thrown about: Uh, Alison didn't die of blunt force trauma, she died of suffocation. ILU Spence never change

And she really gets thrown about! Jeez, someone escort her to a hospital checkup after this, there's probably a fracture somewhere in there

Love the liars fussing over Spence while she clings onto that wooden post. They immediately go "do not worry about having killed Ian, you are so fucking valid" and Spencer has to be like "no, I know it sounds like a traumatized mind coming up with shit but there really was a random hoodie that showed up"

That pan down to the body swinging and that being what set off the bells....still sick

Officer Barry Maple cannot believe these teenage girls lied about a fucking body, cue the entire town going whisper whisper whisper because they're all at the goddamn church

Even Noel Kahn. My dude, don't you have dudebro things to do that are more fun than this.

you know I bet Paige isn't at the church I bet she's at home stressed out about swimming or whatever. this is going to be my take on Paige for a while: that she has minimal awareness of the plot drama the liars are enmeshed in. Bet she didn't even know they got interrogated about rat blood trophy.

I forgot they have "I'm Not Calling You A Liar" play us out. Perfect song choice, but amusing solely to me, because: it is the first credits song for Dragon Age 2, and a long time ago someone asked me for a Hanna Marin crackship and I proffered Hanna/Fenris. Imagine the Liars in Kirkwall....

Our final A message of the season: It's not over until I say it is. Sleep tight while you still can, bitches.

[terengineer]

https://youtu.be/5Gidy83M7wY

New chick the link video!

@terengineer

[agentxthirteen]

Sharon-A-Day, Day 717 (12/18/23)

Secret Warriors 19. On sale 8/25/10. "The Last Ride of the Howling Commandos"

Writer: Jonathan Hickman

Artist: Alessandro Vitti

Letterer: Dave Lanphear

Colorist: Sunny Gho

Editor: Bill Rosemann

Sharon joins a Howling Commandos reunion.