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untitled-tmnt-blog ¡ 1 year ago
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For today's Rise August post, I initially drew Mikey holding a puppy. I changed it to him holding some tiny unicorns instead, because I could position him to better mimic the way Splinter was holding baby Leo.
But I do still think Mikey holding a puppy is pretty cute, so here's that unfinished sketch!
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(Can anyone explain to my why, out of all the turtles, I still consistently find Mikey the hardest to draw? Despite him having the simplest design? It makes no sense, but I guess it is what it is)
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drac-onion ¡ 3 months ago
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Back at it again. A year since I posted Beneath Her Mask. Same thing as last time. Fun facts or just looking back at something I done did write once upon a time exactly a year ago.
This is going to be very "stream of consciousness" and probably hard to read, but here goes.
First off, wow that title sucks. I came up with it like right before posting and then rolled with it. Nowadays I would put off uploading something for MONTHS if I couldn't figure out an original and interesting title. Oops.
Anyway, this one is a lot better than the last one. Promise. The whole thing is a little bit iffy still, but I was very new. The formatting is the main issue I have with. The concept is...fine, although I think I could have gone a little bit further with and then lead into where this one starts. Ya know, inform the reader as to the situation that lead to Makoto's desire to keep everything to herself? But I kinda made it ambiguous on purpose. Good thing I didn't have to follow up on this a few months later... Oh wait. The stakes were just: awkward. No gay panic (like the tags say, oops), no internalized anything, no worries over team cohesion with members of the PTs dating, none of that. If I would ever go back and rewrite this (don't fucking tempt me) I would definitely expand on things a lot more. But hey, I probably shouldn't try and go back and fix all my old stuff. I'd never get anything done otherwise.
Oh yeah, Makoto's "113 decibel alarm clock" is a real thing. I actually have one. I sleep through every other alarm clock out there. The thing is so good, it will actually scare you awake. Pretty nice. (If probably a little too loud for apartment living in Japan where the walls are very thin.)
Oh yeah, and the tense a few times. Annoying.
I dunno why I made it three chapters. It's just over 3.5k words. That would have been fine to keep as a single chapter one-shot, but I think I just had a hard time with having scenes switch mid-chapter. Chapters are a good way to signal a scene switch, but nowadays I'll just use a line break and go with it. I've just improved as a writer, I think, and so now my old mistakes bug the shit out of me.
If I named all the issues I had, I'd be here all day. So, what did I get right with this? I think the concept is alright. The dialogue is good at points. The scene in Leblanc is pretty good. Good guy Sojiro being cool with lesbians (very cool of him). And the text convos at the end are also pretty okay. The "out of your league" comment still gets me for some reason. It's kinda funny.
Also I made a custom dialogue option for Akira, referencing the very first thing he says at the beginning of the story. I think it turned out okay. (I'd like to do more art/edits relevant to my writing. I've thought about making cover/chapter art for my current project. I guess we'll see how I'm feeling. A little wattpad-y of me, but it'd be interesting.)
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I'm just now realizing that I should've made the "third option" a little cheeky. Maybe something like "Come here often?" or whatever. Ah well. Next time.
So, overall? It's an improvement. It's not perfect, but it was the second thing I'd ever written. (Once again, I don't count the RE one. I should probably anon it tbh.)
Anyway, that was something. The next "retrospective" (I guess that's what these are now) will be on Beneath Their Masks.
That one is a doozy, and I think I'm going to have a decent amount to say about it. It's also really long, so that's also a thing I'm gonna have to worry about. I'll probably do that on 10/1 because that's when I posted the first chapter. Maybe I'll have enough time to write up mini retrospectives for each chapter? And then post those throughout October? That could be interesting. And tiring. But still, interesting. I could pull the original upload dates since I made a tumblr in between ACIFT and BHM. Although those are going to be VERY spaced out, especially near the end. So much for doing a month's worth of prompts WITHIN the month. But I'll save all my whining for when those go up.
Also, shoutouts again to my beta at the time, @makomaki5. I hope you're doing well.
Anyway, I think that's about it. See ya.
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charrfie ¡ 4 years ago
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Alright now that its officially Forzen Friday let's try this post again since it didn't show up in the tags last time-
I'M FINALLY MAKING A FORZEN HC DUMP (kinda AU-ish territory but not really idk exactly) AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME
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There are also a few other hcs sprinkled in here related to other characters (like Darnold and Sunkist for example) but Forzen is the main focus!! Despite him being a minor character I latched onto him and fleshed him out sm yall have no idea
Everything under the cut bc this shit is gonna be LONG (and there's also some more doodles that take up a bit of space!)
Also uhh if people like this I might take one for another hlvrai character later bc I have a lot to say about everyone!!
Forzen moved from France to the US with his parents when he was around 12 or 13 (yes, I'm aware that Scorpy and Holly are French Canadian and not France French but that doesn't mean Forzen can't be, I'm just being sure to say this now before someone says something to me about it)
He wanted to go to college and eventually become a game dev, but he didn't have the funds or the support for it (his family thought anything to do with games would amount to a career that would go nowhere).
Because of this, he instead was recruited in the US military. He originally had no intent to join, but after constantly being harrassed recommended to join and being entertained with the concept of being able to afford and pay for college, he caved (hence him telling the science team that his only goal is "to graduate").
He doesn't like his job very much if that wasn't clear.
And neither do most others that have the same job like him.
He was put on a "team" of his own, Team Nice, which was likely arranged as a guaranteed way to get Forzen in the way of danger, and with no one else fighting beside him, he would be easily dealt with- no one would have to worry about him bothering them again. However, he somehow manages to survive all of this, of course. Somehow. He likely knows the real reason he was assigned his own team (if you can even call it that), but refuses to fully acknowledge it for his own sanity, and instead pretends that he's some big, important person on a team that ranks so highly, he's the only one qualified to be in it. (I apologize ahead of time for giving one of the most shitposty and throwaway characters in hlvrai this much depth and angst, there was just potential there leave me alone)
Fast forward to the actual events of hlvrai though. This hc is a little outlandish but I really like the concept!!! So, at one point, Forzen is killed, presumably by some kind of creature that was out and about due to the RenCas. The science team + Benrey stumble across him (act 2 part 2 at around 13 min in for anyone curious), and Benrey decides to use the healing beam Sweet Voice on him. While Benrey and Forzen may not be on good terms anymore, Benrey still very begrudgingly cares about him and didn't want to see him get injured or die. Forzen wakes up a minute or so after the science team exits the room, assuming that he just passed out, nothing more, and goes along with things as normal.
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He meets Darnold a while after his first (concious) run in with the science team. Darnold has recently dealt with the science team and helped them out, but is pretty bummed that he couldn't travel with them, as everything was far too scary and dangerous for him. Forzen, wanting to escape Black Mesa and the military altogether, ends up making a deal with him that he'll handle all the dangerous stuff if Darnold can show him a way out.
Now, meeting Darnold is a very new experience for him, since Darnold actually enjoys his company, and actually wants to befriend him! At first, Forzen openly tries to act as if Darnold is a huge deal to put up with- he goes along with with the whole "if you're escaping outta this hellhole with me, you better keep up" kinda deal (despite the fact that he kinda NEEDS Darnold to escape and show him the way out). His walls are still very much so raised, and he doesn't let his guard down as he's not used to others caring about him and his safety. But as time passes, he begins to realize that maybe Darnold DOES want to be his friend, and the tough guy act becomes less apparent.
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To preface this next one- Sunkist sensed that something was up (he has a next-level sense of danger when it comes to Tommy's safety) and got to BM as fast as he could, searching every hallway for his boy. This is when Forzen finds him!! He figures that taking Sunkist as a hostage would be enough to get extra info out of the team that's been practically plaguing him lately.
Darnold doesn't know about Forzen's plans to take Sunkist hostage, so is completely fine with traveling alongside him. At one point though, Forzen and Darnold get separated (Forzen occupies him, makes sure hes safe and then runs off to deal with Sunkist). Darnold immediately uses his surroundings to model a quick little teleporter device to get Forzen back, because, you know, the man's a genius. Idc if its logical or not just go with it shhh I've gotta fill in the plotholes with something. That's why Forzen disappears all of a sudden after he's cornered by the science team. He just pops back in front of Darnold suddenly, all confused and loopy from the whole teleportation thing.
As things begin to wind down, Darnold and Forzen make it out of BM and start making a break for it, no idea how they'll get away from BM and to safety somewhere- they didnt really think things through.
Fortunately (or unfortunately for Forzen really), however, G-man picks both of them up. He means to drop Darnold off at Tommy's party, as he observed that Darnold helped his son to safety and is grateful for it. Forzen, though, he intends to "deal with" for messing things up so badly with Tommy, Sunkist, and all of Tommy's friends. This is where Darnold finds out about everything Forzen did and frankly gets really pissed with him since he thought he only had good intentions??? Luckily though, Darnold convinces G-man to give him a second chance, let him go to Tommy's party and apologize, and try things again. G-man, for some reasons agrees- probably bc hes in a good mood, as it IS his son's birthday.
The party is pretty uncomfortable to say the least. Tommy's extremely hesitant to talk to Forzen, but he does, and they end up on neutral terms by the end of it. Uneasy, but neutral. Tommy and Darnold hit it off though, and Tommy opens the invitation to Darnold that he can visit his place anytime now that everything at BM is over with.
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As everyone's getting ready to leave, Forzen mentions to Darnold that he doesn't have a place to stay, seeing as the entire military was kinda. Yknow. Wiped out. Obviously wouldn't wanna go back to check anyways. And he has no interest in going home to his parents. So Darnold agrees to let him stay with him since they've become good pals over the course of everything.
Over time, Darnold visits Tommy more and more often. He starts bringing Forzen along, which Tommy is iffy of at first, but their dynamic starts to change and become more comfortable once Tommy sees that Forzen isnt interested in being enemies anymore.
Sunkist and Forzen still don't get along for a very long time. Or, well- it's moreso that Sunkist is very wary about Forzen, despite him not doing anything to harm either Sunkist or Tommy.
Oh yeah and almost forgot to mention one of my favorite hcs (that I PROMISE you started out as a joke but then I got attached) is Sunkist can talk!! So his first spoken interaction with Forzen after Forzen comes over to visit for the first time is literally just him being all threatening and laying down the ground rules bc he doesn't want Forzen to hurt Tommy at all in any way. And of course Forzen about has a heart attack bc "HUH??????? THERE'S A DOG THAT IS SPEAKING HUMAN WORDS TO ME"
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UHH I HAVE MORE (I've written out so much shit about dynamics and what I'd think would happen even after all of this) BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG like it already is SO I SUPPOSE I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW!!!! I hope this isn't too ooc either, I just have Emotions about this series and write too much so why not share it yknow
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katedrakeohd ¡ 5 years ago
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Sweating it out. 🤤💦
This is a naughty wacky drabble incorporating @emceesynonymroll prompts #40 and #41.
40Don't you ever do that again and 41Can you move? will appear bolded in the story.
The previous two parts in this series can be found here if you want to catch up.
Choices Book : The Royal Heir
Rated: Mature 18+ for sexual content and swearing.
Warnings: swearing, pregnancy sex, oral sex.
Characters: Drake and Kate Walker, Hana Lee. (No this is not a threesome)
Word count: 2653 (all fun, no filler 😉)
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Tagging:
Wacky Drabblers: @dcbbw @texaskitten30 @bebepac @pedudley @bbrandy2002 @axwalker @sirbeepsalot @debramcg1106 @burnsoslow @bobasheebaby @ravenpuff02 @romanticatheart-posts @jessiembruno @flutistbyday2020 @soheila-1996 @kingliam-rys
Drake Walker tag list:
@texaskitten30 @janezillow
@hopefulmoonobject @dcbbw @pedudley @marshmallowsaremyfavorite
@indiacater @kingliam2019
@jovialyouthmusic @walkerswhiskeygirl @speedyoperarascalparty @mfackenthal
(Sorry for any duplicate tags)
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Author's note: this proceeds into smut right away, so consider yourself warned.
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In the sunroom at Valtorian Manor the conversation has diminished from lighthearted chatting over lunch, to lounging on the floor in a lazy comfortable silence. The warmth of the room has lulled everyone into a sort of drunken, sleepy stupor. When the quiet is broken by the soft drone of Drake snoring, it makes Hana giggle, waking him up with a snort.
Hana stretches sleepily and gets up, deciding it's time to give the two lovers some privacy.
“Well this was a pleasant lunch date, but I have somewhere else to be. I'll gather up our lunch tray and dishes and return them to the kitchen on my way by.”
When Kate tries to sit up, Drake tugs her back into his arms, making her giggle. “Oh Hana, you're too kind. Don't worry about all that stuff.”
The two corgis follow Hana out of the room as she takes things with her. She responds cheerfully on the way out, “Really Kate, I don't mind. I'll see you two later for dinner.”
Kate sighs happily as she settles into Drake's chest, tucking her fingers between the buttons of his shirt and caressing his skin, “I love Hana, she's so wonderful.”
Drake responds with a hum of agreement, tucking his own hand into the denim shirt that Kate's wearing to rub her belly. “And I love both of you.”
Drake starts unbuttoning the shirt for better access, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, and tugging at her bikini top with his fingers. “I also love how full and beautiful these are, and it's a shame to keep them covered.”
“Be gentle now, they're sensitive.” Kate scolds playfully as she works on unbuttoning his shirt.
Once his chest is partially bared, she starts to kiss down the salty column of his neck, cupping his furry tit in her hand, and caressing his nipple with her thumb. Drake sucks in a breath and shifts his ass on the cushions, spreading his leg out a bit to give himself more room. His jeans were beginning to get uncomfortably tight.
When Kate's hand slides down over his belly and stops where his shirt is tucked into his waistband, Drake lets out a quiet groan, his breath hitching, “Kate, where are you going?”
Kate bites her lip, trying hard not to grin too wide, “Well it wouldn't be right not to finish what I've started now would it?”
Drake sits up on his elbows and looks around nervously at all the glass walls. “You sure about this? What if somebody sees us?”
Kate shrugs running her hand over the tight bulge in his jeans. “Well this is our house. And with the reduced staff right now, we're not likely to be disturbed.”
Drake leans over to give her a kiss, cupping her cheek, “And what did you have in mind?”
“Well, can you move over a little and get out of those jeans then I'll show you?”
Drake rolls over and gets up to strip down out of his jeans, and tosses his shirt aside as well, “Does this answer your question?”
After taking off her borrowed denim shirt, she beckons him over. “C'mere sexy.”
Drake strides over, the prominent erection in his underwear leading the way.
“And what does the Duchess want me to do with this ?” he grins, putting his hands on his hips and rocking them side to side.
Sitting up on her knees on the cushions, Kate reaches back to untie her bikini top. “Bring it here.”
Drake can't help but lick his lips as he watches her breasts swing freely. With the heat of the room they were both sweating, and he felt incredibly thirsty all of a sudden. He wanted to lick the beads of moisture that he could see running down her naked skin, to bury his face in her breasts and hear her whisper his name.
Kate notices him staring and laughs, cupping her swollen breasts in her hands, “You like these huh?”
Drake nods, adjusting himself as he strained the fabric of his underwear. “Very much so.”
Giving him a sly grin, Kate massages each breast gently and rubs her thumbs over her nipples. “It's too bad these are for baby, and not for Daddy.”
Drake shakes his head and reluctantly looks away, “You're such a tease.”
“I know, but you love it. Now come closer and give the Duchess what she wants.”
Standing in front of her as he was, there's no confusing the hungry look in her eyes.
“And what does the Duchess want?” , he asks again his voice low.
Kate slides her hands up the backs of his thighs, leaning in to take his cock in her teeth and giving him a squeeze. Drake gasps in pain and surprise, “Jesus Kate, don't you ever do that again!”
Tilting her head back to look up at him, she can see that his chest is heaving and his hands are clenched in his hair. “I don't know. By your reaction I'd say you kinda liked it.”
Drake's heart was racing and when the pain had subsided he admitted to feeling a little more excited by the throbbing sensation her grip had left behind. “Ok maybe, but not so hard next time?”
Kate snaps the waistband of his underwear at his ass, “Time to get these off.”
Drake chuckles, “Ow.. okay.”
When he reaches down to take them off, Kate stops his hands. “No, let me. Better yet, keep your hands totally to yourself until I give you the magic words.”
Drake holds his hands out to the side, “And the magic words are?”
“You'll know when you hear them.”
Drake throws his head back and laughs, then covers his mouth when he realizes how loud his voice echoes through the large room.
Kate grins as she slowly lowers his underwear, “Let's see how quiet you can be too.”
Drake's hand clamps on his mouth when he feels her lips touch the end of his cock, but he can't stop the muffled groan of pleasure when she opens wider and welcomes him into her mouth.
Looking down, he watches Kate swallow him inch by inch, her lips gripping firmly each time she draws back. He wanted to sink his hands into her hair, to feel her cheeks and jaw as she worked on him. He clenched his fists at his sides, and enjoyed the sucking and licking of her mouth as she devoured him like she was dying of hunger. He's not sure what has brought on this sort of attention, but he wasn't complaining. For the last few weeks of the pregnancy there had been very little sexual interaction between them. Kate was usually too tired or not in the mood whenever he was, plus they couldn't exactly engage in their usual rigorous sort of fun.
Kate sits back, letting him go with a wet slurping pop. He's breathing heavily as she looks up. Seeing the lust in his eyes get hidden by his hair blowing into his face again makes her giggle, “Let me know when you're ready for that haircut.”
Drake shakes his head with a grin, brushing his hair back from his face and holding his hands behind his head. “Not yet.”
Kate lets out a sigh, lifting up her breasts to pillow them around his slick cock, “Good, because I'm not done either.”
Drake bites his lip at the smooth warm sensation of her tender skin swallowing him up. When her mouth closes around his tip again he closes his eyes, resisting the urge to thrust himself into her throat. “Jesus Kate, that feels so…..” he whispers hoarsely.
“Hmm..” Kate moans, sucking him deeper into her mouth. Flattening out her tongue and tickling back and forth along his length, she's encouraged by his soft groans and sighs of pleasure. “Oh God..j- ..just like that…ff-fuck yes..”
Stroking her hands slowly up and down the back of his thighs and ass, Kate can feel his legs start to shake and the muscles in his ass clench as he tries to maintain control. His rapid breathing as she picks up her pace, swallowing as much as she can with each stroke lets her know how close he is to totally losing it.
The sweat runs down over his abs as the muscles tense and relax with each gasp and groan.
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“You..are running me ragged.” He whispers
Kate sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth with a smile. “Sorry.”
Drake shakes his head, breathing a sigh and chuckling softly “No..no, in the best possible way.”
With the sun shining down on his glistening body, his engorged cock purple and throbbing Drake feels like some wild sex God standing in the Garden of Eden. His heavily pregnant wife kneeling in worship at his feet. Damn she looked beautiful as her eyes travelled over him lustfully.
“Come here,” he whispers, reaching out to her.
She places her hand in his and he helps her up from her knees. “Oh look you figured out the magic words.” She purrs seductively as he glides his hands down her back to cup her ass.
Her lips are swollen and soft as he tips his face down to give her a kiss. Kate brushes his damp hair back out of his face as the kiss deepens and he tastes himself on the inside of her mouth. Kate sucks on his tongue and Drake draws back with a deep groan rumbling up out of his throat. “Fuck me Kate.”
Drake moves his mouth to lick and nibble at her neck, sucking at her earlobe, his hands pushing down her shorts.
“Yesss,” Kate whispers, reaching around to rake her nails across his back.
Kate shimmies her hips to make her shorts drop around her ankles, and then kicks them aside. Drake grabs her bare ass again, lifting her up on her tip toes. With his cock tucked under her full belly, he couldn't quite reach for penetration. Burying his face into her shoulder, he sucks and kisses his way up to her mouth again. Whispering against her lips he traces them with his tongue, “How are we going to do this?”
Kate reaches between them to give his cock a firm squeeze. “Get down on the floor with me, and let me get on top.”
Drake nods, kneeling down on the cushions and helping her get down with him. Digging his hands into her hair, Drake grabs a handful in his fist and pulls Kate in for a kiss. Wrapping her arms up around his neck, she presses her breasts up into his chest, grabbing a fistful of his hair too. When she pulls sharply on his hair and bites his bottom lip, Drake grunts and breaks off the kiss. Staring into eachother's eyes, they dare the other to make the next move, both breathing hard. Drake growls and buries his face into her breasts, sliding his hands down and gently tickling her sides. Kate giggles as he licks and kisses up and down the smooshed crevice between her breasts.
“Have I ever told you..*kiss*…that ..*lick*..you have..*kiss*..”
Drake grips her by the hips and pulls her onto his lap.
“The most beautiful..*long lick*..and..*kiss* ..”
He slides his hand under her belly and tucks a finger between her moist lips. “tightest little pussy I have ever seen?”
Kate moans, rocking herself against his hand, pulling his head up out of her chest to whisper in his ear. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Drake laughs, introducing a second finger, “When I said it to Hana, she didn't believe me either.”
Kate bites the shell of his ear, “Ow! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!”
Licking it better, she whispers, “I know, I just wanted a reason to bite you.”
Spreading out his fingers, Drake kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, continuing his anatomy lesson. “Did you know that there's more to the clit than the precious little pearl you polish with your fingers?”
Kate moans hugging him around the shoulders and licking and kissing up the side of his neck, “Somebody's been reading my book on female anatomy, hasn't he?”
Drake shrugs, tucking his two fingers up inside her and continuing to stroke in and out. “Hey sometimes at night I can't sleep and need something to read. It's been very…educational.”
Kate bites her lip, loving the feeling of his rough fingers slick with her own fluids as they moved in and out. “I'll say..” she whispers hoarsely. “And what is your other hand doing while you're looking at vulva and vaginal pictures late at night while I'm fast asleep?”
“That's between me and little Drake to know, and none of your business. Speaking of which, I think my handiwork has made enough room for Daddy, if you’re ready to perform our final act?”
Kate pushes him by the shoulders and forces him back onto the cushions, “Gladly..”
Drake reaches out sideways to hold onto the cushions beneath him, watching Kate wrap her delicate hand around his cock and give him a few firm strokes before moving him into position and tucking him inside. Rocking her hips they both moan with pleasure, tipping their faces up to the sky as each rock brings them closer together.
“Yeaaaah,” Drake sighs, a grin spreading across his face..“Still the tightest.”
��Mmhm,” Kate gasps, her hands on her thighs as she moves. “But the next time we do this is gonna feel different for both of us.”
Drake looks up at Kate, watching the concentration etched on her face, “What do you mean different?”
“I'm due anytime now, and after the….birth, it'll be six weeks at least before we can …do this again. Aaaand, things aren't going to be so tight anymore.”
Drake chokes on the groan that bubbles up out of his throat, “Six weeks?!..”
“Yeppers…” Kate moves a little faster, and by Drake's body language she can tell he's trying hard not to let things end too soon. But she was getting tired and with the oppressive heat in the room she was craving a shower and a glass of something cold to drink.
Drake clutches the cushions in his sweaty grip, feeling an overwhelming tightness in his cock and balls that was begging for release. Squinting against the bright sunshine, Kate's body seems to glow as she rocks and bounces against him. Turning his head to the side he takes one more look around the tropical flora and glass walls of the sunroom and knows for a fact that he'll never be able to imagine this room innocently again. Turning back to look up at Kate, listening to her gasp and moan as she slows down her movements, wiping the sweat from her neck and down over her breasts, he loses it and bucks upward flooding her cavity with his seed. Closing his eyes, he rides out each painful spasm, and lets out a long groan of relief as his blood sings through his veins flooding him in a wave of bliss.
Both breathless and panting, Kate drops her head back and lets her shoulders sag with exhaustion. Drake sits up on his elbow, reaching up to wrap his hand around her shoulder and pull her down gently beside him. Kate sighs, stretching out her limbs as he brushes the sweaty hair out of her face and peppers her salty skin with gentle kisses.
“That was..” she whispers, reaching up to cup his cheek.
“Amazing?...” he finishes for her.
Kate nods, stopping his wandering mouth with a firm kiss.
“Yes.”
A cool breeze wafts over their hot, sweaty and spent bodies, causing Kate to shiver.
“Shower time?” she asks.
Drake kisses her back and smiles, “Yes, a shower and a haircut.”
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yetanotherreader ¡ 5 years ago
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Useful—3
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Genre: College AU
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N, slight Dean x Lisa
Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.
Word Count (For the chapter): 2,712
Warnings (For the chapter): None.
[For some reason, some of the tags aren't working. I'm sorry about that.]
[[ Also I'm sorry for the no Read More thingy because it doesn't happen on the phone app :-(]]
Useful Masterlist
Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Mondays.
You dreaded them. For some reason, they were never good. They were sleepy, tiring and grumpy and unfortunately you couldn't do shit about it. You always had to wake up extra early for a hopefully refreshing shower, take the supposed-to-be small bus ride to the uni, which just got longer because of the Monday traffic and run to the lecture hall, only to have the professor glaring at you for coming late to the class.
Mondays.
Today was no different. You woke up extra early, took a hopefully refreshing shower, took the supposed-to-be small bus ride—WHICH was surprisingly not as long as always—and still ran to the lecture hall. Fxckin' tiring mess. The sleepless sleep still showed in your eyes and you would have given anything to have an extra hour for it that morning. But well, same old—Mondays. 
And suddenly, today was different.
"Come on…" A group of annoyed whines were heard from the lecture room just as you entered the hallway.
"What's wrong?" You asked a very pissed Rhea, or was she Akira?
"Morning classes got cancelled. We woke up for nothing."
Honestly.. what the fxck was wrong with the university? Mumbling and whining to yourself, you made your way to the cafeteria, maybe some coffee would help. Tried enjoying the warm sunshine on your face, keyword: tried, as you slowed down your steps near the playground. Or maybe you could just sit in the sun and make the most out of your oh-so-lovely Monday morning? Taking a seat in the bleachers, you decided on reading the book you were, at that time, reading.
Just halfway through the chapter— "Good morning, nerd. I see you're doing some fun stuff over here." You sighed, not wanting to get into any kind of argument at that particular time, or day- or life.
"You're back at it, aren't you?" You looked up at the still smirking Dean, dressed in his black and blue football jersey. A sight for sore eyes.
"Back at what?"
"Being a dick?" You looked back at the book still tired, "Look, Winchester, I'm so not in the brightest Monday sunshine mood right now. Don't bother."
"And here I thought we were friends." He sighed feigning sadness as he turned around to make his way back to the other side of the ground.
"You're here for practice?" He turned back to you, grinning adorably, just as you rolled your eyes.
"Yep but it doesn't start until at least a couple hours."
"Why so early here then?"
"Apparently, there's an emergency board meeting that all the HODs need to attend. So, delayed."
"Oh...that is why" You concluded why your classes got cancelled, "God. Don't you just hate it how they don't inform us about anything beforehand." You groaned.
"Not having the best morning?" He chuckled, as you gestured him to take a seat next to you.
"Nah. I'm the happiest I could ever be," You said with a yawn, "Should we go to the cafeteria before I die or we just let me die?"
"You're such a mood," He laughed toothily shaking his head, "Let us."
Sitting in the cafeteria, you sip on your coffee awkwardly trying to ignore the very obvious gazes of the people around you. You couldn't even make out how Dean looked so unfazed by all the attention, or maybe—obviously, he was used to it.
"You know," Dean started, seemingly, figuring out your awkwardness to ease the tension, "You could have just asked me on a date instead."
You chuckled, thankful for some words, "You wish, Winchester."
"Honestly...I don't" He said winning a laugh out of you.
Time flew by quickly, filled with laughter, corny jokes and sassy remarks with you not even realizing that all that attention didn't bother you anymore. Quite honestly, you didn't even realize they were there. To your surprise, you really did enjoy a Monday morning. 
"Oh," Dean exclaimed as his phone buzzed, "Totally lost track of time. It was fun, but Y/N, I gotta hurry now. I'm late."
"Well I still have an hour to kill. Good luck with the practice."
"Oh yeah, there's still an hour to the class," Dean said as he hurried, "You wanna come see the game?"
"Oh, no no. I don't understand it. I'll rather read my book here."
"Nerd," he smiled at you, "Alright then, see you in the class."
"Yeah" You smiled back, as he went. Maybe Dean wasn't all that bad after all.
You just started with the chapter, again, that you were rudely interrupted... again.
"Look who's trying to get some attention, there. Whatcha think guys? What does she think of Dean's charity? That he got the hots for her or something?" You flinched at the ear-piercing group of laughter came from the direction.
"Tss. Geez, Cassie, mind toning down that screechi- sweet laugh a lil bit? Kinda trying to concentrate." You gave her a sweet smile and turned back to your work.
"Hey, Y/N. How's you? Long time no see." She came and sat where Dean sat not even a couple minutes ago.
"Was doing just good." You muttered as you kept your eyes in your book.
"You were? Obviously, you were," she started taking ahold of Dean's cup, playing with it, "Y/N, stop trying, darling. Dean is very out of league for you. I'm saying for your good."
"Sweets. You know the only reason I'm replying to you, Cassie, is just because it's rude not to?" You looked up at her at annoyed, managing a sarcastically polite smile, "Now if you could excuse me, I'm kinda in the middle of something.
She stood up rolling her eyes as you spoke up again, "And well, don't worry. I'm no threat. Dean and me, nope. Not happening. Also, stop acting like he's your property. The guy's got a life of his own to live, about time, you get one for yourself too."
Before she could retaliate, you made your way out of the door, leaving her processing what you said. Not gonna say that you had got bad blood with her but you had got bad blood with her. Honestly, you wouldn't give two flying shits about her if she wasn't the one with the brilliant idea of throwing you into the pool on your very first day. And if that wasn't enough, she had the nerve to bully you about it for the next few months too. Initially you ignored for a long time, hoping she would end it herself, but was she one to? When you had enough of her shit, all it took, then, was one punch to the wall and an angry 'next time it won't be the wall' for her to stop. Not that she ever was a trouble for you later, but you were her glare dart ever since. You were kinda looking forward to her passing out of the college— one year without her unnecessary glares and hushed whispers but she just had to get a year back for her last year. Oh, your life. 
Practice was tiring, and since they had gotten just one hour for it, they didn't even get any breaks. On top of that, Dean might have sprained his neck. Maybe Y/N's bad day was contagious. Maybe she passed it to him.
Y/N. The thought of her bringing a faint smile on his lips. Damn, she was awesome. He wondered why she kept to herself, her personality sure would get her a lot of friends. That morning, Dean had actually enjoyed himself after a long time. He'd been so lonely for the past few months, he had almost forgotten how to laugh like he did today. She could be an amazing friend. Not to mention, he was still not over how she helped him back at Jo's without even mentioning it once today. Y/N was a good person, he could say that. Mysterious, but nice. He hoped that they actually became really good friends.
His eyes wandered to find her sitting by herself, in a corner as he made his way into the almost empty classroom, "This seat taken?"
She looked up from the book and, for once, smiled, "Hey..yes..no, please sit."
He smiled in return as he sat down beside her, lowly groaning in pain.
"You okay, there?"
"Yeah, I don't know, I think neck strain."
"Oh, geez. Want some help?"
He chuckled humorously, "And what will you do to make it better?"
"Well, they do say I have magic hands." She chuckled in response too, getting up to stand behind him. She started lightly massaging his neck and shoulders, pressing her fingers to his shoulder blades whilst her thumbs worked on his neck. She did the motion a few times as she felt his muscles relax, his knots loosening. He felt himself relaxing, the pain still there but better. How was she always good at whatever she was doing? She stopped her movements abruptly, as he realized a loud moan escaped his lips, only to burst out laughing the next second, "God, Winchester, what the hell?" sounding a little embarrassed.
"S-sorry. Damn it, your fault. What can I say, you do have magic hands." He laughed out, too.
The day went by quite fast after that. They didn't cross paths post the class again. It was the last lecture when Dean met with Cas and Jo. Finally.
"Hey!" Jo chirped as she came after the class, and hugged Dean from behind, Cas copying the action, "Dude?"
"Hey, strangers." Dean said, not in any mood to have a happy-go-lucky conversation with them.
"What's wrong?" Cas asked, clueless. Jo elbowed his ribs gently.
"What's wrong? Nothing." Dean walked ahead, rolling his eyes as the two of them followed him.
"Dean, come on. We're sorry, okay?"
"Well, don't be. Not that it matters anyway." Dean said coming to a stop, "What? You guys didn't go somewhere private, again?"
"Okay, first of all, stop taunting us, jerk. And second of all, we're sorry. We didn't mean to-"
"First of all, don't copy Sammy. And second of all, I called you two how many times, Joanna?"
"What can we do to make it up to you? Jo is right Dean, we're genuinely sorry. We just had a tiring night, so we slept in. Really really tiring." said Cas, blushing a shade of pink, as Dean's lips lifted in a very surprised smile.
"So...you finally, finally did it?" He looked from Cas to Jo grinning, "So you finally did our virgin angel, huh?"
"Shut up" she grumbled, trying to stifle a laugh of her own, blushing a few shades herself, "What about you and the specsy?"
"Who? Y/N? What about us?"
"Don't act innocent, De. Coffee dates and massage and all, huh." She said, cocking her brow, piquing Cas' interest in the conversation too, "Didn't think you'd go for her."
"We're just friends," said Dean, thinking about it from all the angles, "I think."
"You think?"
Dean shrugged, unable to come with a proper answer.
The rest of the day went pretty okay for him. Cas and Jo finally did spend time with him but it wasn't like before at all. They were different and he expected this, as much as he shipped them. They were a couple now, dynamics changed. He wasn't the same for them like earlier, he was the lesser priority. And single.
"So, you're telling me you're single?" You said, surprising yourself with the subtle, unnoticeable relief you felt. Dean and you had bonded pretty well over the past couple of months. You had never thought you two were ever going to be friends, but he was nicer than he made himself look. You learned a few things about him, and about the first day dare too. Oh boi, weren't you just ready to whack his butt with a spoon.
"Yeah. Well, that sounded judgy, Y/N."
You grinned apologetic, "Hee, sorry. It's just it's hard to believe is all."
It was funny how you two became good friends so soon. You were not really one for friends. For a long time, you'd been alone, convincing yourself you liked the quiet. Although you did, it was undeniable how loneliness got to you every time you wanted to talk to someone about something going on in your life, a bad day or even something as normal as your new favorite TV show. It sucked, now that you were admitting to yourself. It sucked how you had no one to talk to. It sucked how you couldn't even complain about it to anyone. And it sucked to spend your weekends alone in your dark room, trying to distract yourself with a book or fanfic, pretending that it was all okay.
And now here you were. Not in a dark room, not alone and not pretending. Here you were actually talking to someone about the random-est things on the planet, laughing with him and actually enjoying yourself. You both still weren't on the we-tell-each-other-everything stage and you highly doubted you ever were going to be but it was still nice. Yeah maybe you hadn't told him shit about yourself yet, but he was still the closest you'd ever been to someone in years. You had Lisa and you cared about her, you did. But where was it written that the person you care about would care about you the same way too? You were never in the list of her priorities, never even close. But she trusted you, and that's why you were...friends? You didn't know exactly. She would come to you after a break up or when she was having a bad day. You had helped her so much, for so many years, it became your instinct to do it. She had friends, she was loved and she had a life you would never. She was Lisa Braeden. She was she, and you were...you. Plain, dull, unattractive Y/N. That's it. That was you in three words. And honestly, you didn't mind. You had come terms with it a long time ago, terms with no one caring about you.
Until two months ago. Dean was a good friend. He was nice, sweet, protective and funny. And most importantly, he...cared. He would tell you jokes on Monday mornings, give you ice pack when your clumsy ass ran into the closed door and invite you for movies with his friends which you always refused to. When Dean realized you didn't like going out with strangers, he invited you over for a movie night to his place. It was, maybe, the sweetest thing someone had ever done for you. He made you snacks and then you guys talked about random things the entire night only to pass out on the couch later. After that, it had become your Friday night tradition.
And with all these sweet things, could you blame yourself for starting to feel something more for him than you should? You, very well, knew this would never happen. Dean had a type, a taste in girls and you were far from that. You had too few/many curves than what looked beautiful, you didn't have the most beautiful hair or skin and you were not pretty. Simple. He would never feel for you. And you, too, only had a silly little crush on him, which would go with time. Right?
You woke up, cuddled with a warm figure on the couch, head under the blanket. You struggled to pop your head out of the covers and once you did, you were met with a beautifully freckled face sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful that you never wanted to wake him up. Your eyes just briefly glanced at his plump lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them or maybe, feel them against your own? And in a matter of seconds, your eyes were back at the blanket, hiding your little secret you kept from yourself. A secret only your late night or early morning self knew, which you would conveniently deny to yourself later during the day. A secret you would pass off as nothing but your sleepy head's made up story.
Nothing, but a story.
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Chapter 4
A/N: Alright, I don't know how it turned out. It took me more than a week for this chapter, and I couldn't even think of anything. I'd write a few sentences and close the document. A writer's block, I think. Well anyway, I didn't have anything in mind so it's mostly a filler chapter which I somehow used to make the little-st progress in the story. Mostly their friendship. I think I'll make it stronger before I do the shit I have planned. Please don't hate me for the chapter coz I already do :')💔
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I'm interested in writing fic but it seems like everyone who writes on here, who I look up to, has some sort of formal writing training in the past and/or its part of their career. I'm worried that I'll make rookie mistakes that I see everyone here tear apart and no one will read any fic I manage to write. Any advice to overcome this insecurity? Or advice about resources for writing so I can learn about how to write properly? Thanks so much, I love ur writing so much
awwww i wanna hug you.
okay first off....anyone can write. and the “rookie mistakes” that people tear apart are choices that some people deliberately make. there will always be masterposts about some pet peeve that someone thinks is a legitimate writing tip and it’s...not. lolllll you won’t see me reblogging a lot of them just because i feel like SO MUCH of writing has to do with personal style. (unless it has to do with the use of orbs because that is my personal pet peeve like PLEASE DON’T USE THE WORD ORBS FOR EYES. i will still keep reading if i see it, but i just...it pulls me out entirely for a minute before i can bring myself to keep going lol) hell, a lot of my personal style in my fics was torn apart by my english professors in college and don’t even get me started on how much my history professors hated my writing (it was a LOT). so like...don’t care about that. throw all those misconceptions away. just cause someone doesn’t like the overuse of adjectives or adverbs or whatever doesn’t mean you can’t use them.
now to the real meat of this. as i said, anyone can write. i encourage everyone to write. there have been so many studies about how writing and journaling and all of that helps your memory and your brain and all sorts of incredible things, but it also has been proven to help with mental health. i’m a huge advocate of it. even if nothing gets published, writing is amazing. 
assuming you do want it to get published though, here are a few tips i have.
1. build a community around you. find friends who are supportive and can be amazing cheerleaders and maybe help you brainstorm when you’re stuck, etc. i would never have finished my first fic much less continued writing if i hadn’t had such amazing people around me. cheerleaders, brainstorming peeps, and friends make all the difference.
2. you know who else makes a difference? betas and brit pickers. you know why? not only can they help you sift through your fic and figure out where you need to streamline, where you need to flesh it out more, and your grammatical errors, but they can also help preread and boost confidence. “hey, you need to fix these things, but this is amazing!” can be so uplifting and helpful, and betas and brit pickers can help you with that. they can also help boost that confidence that your fic is ready to go out into the world. i have several friends who are too scared to have anyone read or help edit their fics before they post them, but i get too scared when i DON’T have them. my first several fics i had at least three or four betas and then a brit pick on top of all of them because i figured the more eyes i had on the fics, the better quality they would be. i relied on that until i felt stronger and found a few betas who best suited my style (and were as nit picky as i want them to be hah). they do hard and heavy work and are amazing. i thoroughly support you getting them. 
because you know what else they do? they help you avoid those “rookie mistakes” that you really do want to avoid. like orbs. (jk. kinda.)
3. keep trying. @briannamarguerite once told me writing is a muscle (and she probably regrets telling me this since i constantly tell other people this too hahaha) but it really is. you’re only going to strengthen that muscle by continuing to use it. the more you use it the more powerful it becomes. you learn so much and you grow and become better and stronger and more confident. the first several are SCARY. hell, even years later i still get scared to post my fics sometimes when it’s something new. but as time goes on, you really do grow in confidence and it feels amazing to see the growth in yourself as well.
4. we always need more fics, so don’t let the fear of mistakes hold you back. every voice gifts us something brand new and previously undiscovered, even if it feels like it’s just another university coffee shop fic or whatever you’re writing at the moment. i promise, it’s not the same as any other fic out there, and you’ll give your own special take on it, and we need it. we want it. we crave it.
5. have fun. we’re all disasters doing the best we can out here in this fucked up world and finding joy as we are able. if writing brings you joy, if you feel like creating a story from start to finish and sharing it with people gets you excited and makes you happy and productive, then DO IT. fuck the haters. you’re brave and strong and doing incredible things.
so there ya go. that’s my advice. haha 
oh! i just reread the ask to make sure i didn’t miss anything, as for writing resources, honestly i’m not sure where to point you. i know some people who are incredibly serious about their writing and they read all sorts of books about it and follow blogs and stuff, but literally all i do is write stories i would like to read. i’ve been an avid reader since i was in first or second grade and never really stopped, so i kinda ignore any formal training people offer and do my own thing. that said, i’m assuming if you’re asking you actually want references and not just me telling you to free ball it hahaha SO i’m gonna tag some people i feel like will have knowledge and advice of such things, but if i haven’t tagged you, please feel free to still reblog and add your thoughts on the end as well as links to places for this sweet person to check out!
hope this helps, nonnie!
@juliusschmidt @briannamarguerite @becomeawendybird @londonfoginacup @sadaveniren @allwaswell16 @fullonlarrie @disgruntledkittenface @helloamhere @greenfeelings @100percentsassy @gloriaandrews @laynefaire and literally every other writing blog out there hahaha help please?
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