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2022 Writing Year in Review
It's the time of year where all my artist friends do the twelve-slot summary showcasing art they've made each month and I decided this year, I did want to do it for writing, since I actually have something to offer from every month this year.
Rather than choosing an individual line for each month that sounds technically beautiful in isolation, I chose to first select a piece that I liked for each month, then to select a section that I felt was representative of the piece or otherwise just Fun To Share. Not everything I made this year was perfectly polished but I actually! Made a lot of stuff!! And so what I want to showcase is the things that excited me, instead of focusing primarily on technical perfection.
JANUARY: [RP] Koga x Guzma (pokemon)
"You do know that, if you murder a petty criminal right in front of me, I'll have to report you to the authorities, correct? Murder is still worse than anything you were convicted of, and I imagine even the attempt would put a swift end to your special-circumstances parole."
With the air of someone who was very tired of having to explain basic concepts to an ever-increasing number of idiots, Koga reached for his waistband and detached one long, very red bundle of rope. He held it up between his hands and pulled them apart, so that the slack went taut with a soft but clearly audible twang.
"You," he said, pointing at the grunt who Guzma hadn't punched in the face. "Come surrender yourself to being detained, or I may just happen to look the other way while he makes the effort to restrain you."
FEBRUARY: "Star of the Empire" (original)
"Take me with you," Inaven says, to Kaeya who is standing on the ramp up to the hold, dwarfed before the bulk of her little ship; dwarfed before Inaven and her radiance.
Light shines out from Inaven's eyes and her mouth and her hands, pure white and blinding, spills from her lips as her words burn themselves into Kaeya's mind in lines of silver fire. She glows like a star about to go nova, like the ultimate weapon primed aboard the empire's flagship, warmed to firing potential but still restrained: not yet taking the shot. The image of her, a mobile sun, lighting up the station dock with only her internal radiance, will forever live behind the thin shields of Kaeya's eyelids.
She takes Inaven inside.
MARCH: [RP] Cheka x Leona (twisted wonderland)
Maybe it wouldn't do much for Leona, but Cheka could be very satisfied, standing there by the balcony and rutting against Leona until he gets off with his face pressed into Leona's throat. It's not all that he wants, but it would be a more than decent outcome. For starters.
"That's not what I want," he manages to say, even as his hips roll again and he swallows only part of a moan, to the question of Leona lending him a hand. He tries to hold still, to deny the seductive press of Leona's thigh sliding against his cock just long enough to think.
"You're not going to be satisfied if you just jerk me off and call it a day, but you will call it a day because, I don't know, you think such a poor showing doesn't deserve another shot on the same afternoon. That's about the kind of thing that you say. I don't want that to be what happens."
Cheka's hands are still on Leona's back underneath his shirt; he slides them out and around to the front, up over Leona's stomach and chest with the fabric of his uncle's clothes in between them, and settles them on Leona's shoulders. "I want to take you to bed."
APRIL: [RP] Ansel x Ingo (pokemon)
The fact that Ingo hesitated so much was, obviously, because he was shy. Ansel didn't want to have to be irritated with him, and Ingo had said that everything was lovely, that he wanted to suck Ansel off, so the least Ansel could do in return was to magnanimously gloss over his insufficient enthusiasm. It was fine, because of course Ingo would have to be very enthusiastic in his use of his mouth. He would make up for it.
"I thought you might say that," Ansel admitted, tilting his head and catching Ingo's lips for a momentary kiss. His tongue swiped briefly across Ingo's lower lip, then thrust quickly, playfully in, sweeping through the inside of Ingo's mouth in a coy pantomime of sex. It would be Ansel's cock in that darling mouth next, and he'd be lying if he claimed that didn't excite him.
"You have such a sweet mouth," he added, perhaps a little too breathlessly. "I can only imagine how wonderful it will feel, when you put it to use just for me. But give me just a moment, my sweet. Let me take care of this."
MAY: "Artisan Work" (original)
He runs his fingertips around the circle of Juliran's entrance, then pushes the first two gently, slowly inside. There is less resistance than when it was Ravi's cock.
He thrusts his fingers a few times, leisurely, feeling how slick and wet Juliran is inside. Used. He's allowed Ravi to use him like a fantastic, glorified toy, Ravi and -- as yet -- no one else.
Ravi's cock gives a half-hearted little twitch, in a weak expression of interest in another round, if he's going to be looking at it like that. He wonders, idly, whether he'd enjoy having Juliran in his bed. Or, better, Juliran's bed. The thought of despoiling Master Levin's precious apprentice in the man's palatial, needlessly opulent estate is enough to get another, hopeful throb out of Ravi's dick.
Perhaps next time. Perhaps he can secure himself a "next time."
JUNE: "Best Served Cold" (original)
"What shall we have her do, brother dearest?" Clarissa asks, startling Tyler badly enough that she feels it in her cunt when he loses his rhythm. "Do you want to see her eat me out?"
She watches Tyler's gaze drop, again, to where Danielle's face is pressed between Clarissa's thighs. That hungry look is back; Clarissa can see the thoughts passing through his mind as clearly as if they were projected onto a screen. He's imagining his face there, his mouth against her cunt, his tongue tasting her slick and bringing her pleasure. He knows exactly what he would do if it were him; he is powerless to prevent the fantasy from unfolding, in the face of such powerful, tantalizing visuals.
"Tell her what to do," Clarissa whispers. "I don't think she can figure it out on her own."
By that point, Tyler has stopped moving entirely. His dick is fully buried inside Danielle but he isn't thrusting, just holding her loosely by the hips as he stares at Clarissa's sex with a desperate, covetous hunger.
JULY: "Subjectivity" (original)
Gabriel finds himself crouched at the end of his bed, hands gripping the footboard and knees spread wide, hips pressing his groin down against the mattress. He grinds down against it, feverishly chasing friction and a release from the horrible, unceasing pressure, grinding and sobbing and then grinding down harder. It never really helps.
He finds himself lying on his side in the bed, one knee propped up for access, his enormous belly pillowed on the mattress cushion that magnanimously conforms to support his new shape. He shoves one hand down between his legs, questing with his fingers, working three of them into himself without preamble. It isn't even difficult. He's already sticky and stretched open; three fingers is an easy slide. He pumps them in and out, desperately, frantically, but it isn't enough.
He pushes another finger in, tucks his thumb in beside the wedge he has made of his hand and pushes that in, too. It's an awkward angle, a horrible strain on his wrist, but he cannot stop. He pumps with his entire fist, in and out and in again, battering his tender insides with his knuckles. He presses against his walls as if feeling for the creature pressing back from its place within his body. It hurts so much. But still, he cannot stop.
AUGUST: TBD Cuckolding Story (original)
Madison spreads her thighs apart, one hand dropping down to the crux of them, fingers sliding between her labia and spreading them apart. She can feel Travis's gaze on her cunt, heavy and hungry as he stares at her. Slowly, she smiles.
With her free hand, Madison reaches out and digs her fingers into Travis's hair. "Come show a girl just how much you want it, pet."
She hardly has to pull as she guides Travis in, melting back against the couch as his tongue presses up against her. He makes an eager, agonized noise between her thighs. Madison pushes herself closer against his mouth, then lets him work. Fucking this overgrown puppy of a man is the best idea she's had in ages.
SEPTEMBER: [RP] Sex Pet Training (original)
It is, more than anything, a nice taste of what Payton ultimately wants from Athena: someone pliant and biddable, available to him whenever he wants, willing to satisfy him however he needs, be that with sex, or teasing, or pain. He'd like her a little more enthusiastic, sure, but with how responsive she is, that won't be a problem forever. It's what he's thinking about -- Athena asking for sex, Athena making pleased gasps when he hits her, Athena eagerly squeezing down around his cock when he pushes into her afterward, more for another flavor of release than anything -- as he thrusts insistently between Athena's thighs. He's drawn things out as long as he can; with a low groan, he stiffens against Athena, hips flush with hers when he comes.
He's holding Athena close enough that it jerks both of their bodies, his semen spattering against the tile and not getting on Athena at all. Perhaps she'll be grateful for that; perhaps less to her liking, both of Payton's hands slide down as he finishes, squeezing her thighs over the welts one final, unavoidable time.
OCTOBER: "A Unique Course of Treatment" (transformers)
"A little lower," Ratchet echoed. His gaze lowered, moving like a weight, optics dragging across the fitfully glowing light from Pharma's anterior node and lingering on the lips of his valve. As Ratchet watched, Pharma could feel the smallest trickle of lubricant leaking out, dripping between his thighs to stain the previously-pristine medical berth cover.
"Yes," Pharma whispered, through a wash of static. "Just there."
He watched, as Ratchet lifted the hand not holding the scanner and used his thumb to trace up the length of Pharma's valve opening, from bottom to top. Pharma's fans whined, the pitch increasing as they desperately picked up speed. He could see the glistening film of lubricant now coating Ratchet's thumb, could feel the way it just slightly dipped into him, pulling his valve open just the littlest bit, so Ratchet could look inside.
NOVEMBER: TBD Drag Strip x Blurr (transformers)
"Tell me," Drag Strip demands.
He squeezes Blurr's spike, thumb digging into the underside, dragging up and down the illuminated sensor panels and finding the sweetest, most sensitive spot to grind against hard. Blurr's fingers twitch inside Drag Strip, curling up into claws and raking against his sensor nodes in blinding, white-hot, almost-too-much sensation. But Drag Strip holds firm, as his fans roar and he fights his frame down.
"Do it," Blurr gasps, before devolving back into static.
Drag Strip shoves the finger into Blurr immediately. There's no resistance, just drenched mesh and twitching calipers, easily giving way to the intrusion. Squeezing around Drag Strip, like Blurr really was craving that the entire time, like it wasn't just something Drag Strip was saying to get one over on him. Drag Strip groans, as he thrusts into Blurr again and his valve makes an audible, wet sound. That could be Drag Strip's spike, pushing into Blurr. But if he did that, he really would crash himself immediately.
DECEMBER: To-Be-Revealed Yuletide Story
[ redacted until yuletide reveals (sorry) ]
Annnnnnd that's the round-up! This year, I posted more than 60k words to AO3 (that may actually become "more than 70k" upon final count), which is more work than I've finished in any year since 2016. That's really exciting to me! This was a rough year in sooooo many ways but I am really glad that I made some things I'm really proud of in spite of that.
Rather than choosing an individual line for each month that sounds technically beautiful in isolation, I chose to first select a piece that I liked for each month, then to select a section that I felt was representative of the piece or otherwise just Fun To Share. Not everything I made this year was perfectly polished but I actually! Made a lot of stuff!! And so what I want to showcase is the things that excited me, instead of focusing primarily on technical perfection.
JANUARY: [RP] Koga x Guzma (pokemon)
"You do know that, if you murder a petty criminal right in front of me, I'll have to report you to the authorities, correct? Murder is still worse than anything you were convicted of, and I imagine even the attempt would put a swift end to your special-circumstances parole."
With the air of someone who was very tired of having to explain basic concepts to an ever-increasing number of idiots, Koga reached for his waistband and detached one long, very red bundle of rope. He held it up between his hands and pulled them apart, so that the slack went taut with a soft but clearly audible twang.
"You," he said, pointing at the grunt who Guzma hadn't punched in the face. "Come surrender yourself to being detained, or I may just happen to look the other way while he makes the effort to restrain you."
FEBRUARY: "Star of the Empire" (original)
"Take me with you," Inaven says, to Kaeya who is standing on the ramp up to the hold, dwarfed before the bulk of her little ship; dwarfed before Inaven and her radiance.
Light shines out from Inaven's eyes and her mouth and her hands, pure white and blinding, spills from her lips as her words burn themselves into Kaeya's mind in lines of silver fire. She glows like a star about to go nova, like the ultimate weapon primed aboard the empire's flagship, warmed to firing potential but still restrained: not yet taking the shot. The image of her, a mobile sun, lighting up the station dock with only her internal radiance, will forever live behind the thin shields of Kaeya's eyelids.
She takes Inaven inside.
MARCH: [RP] Cheka x Leona (twisted wonderland)
Maybe it wouldn't do much for Leona, but Cheka could be very satisfied, standing there by the balcony and rutting against Leona until he gets off with his face pressed into Leona's throat. It's not all that he wants, but it would be a more than decent outcome. For starters.
"That's not what I want," he manages to say, even as his hips roll again and he swallows only part of a moan, to the question of Leona lending him a hand. He tries to hold still, to deny the seductive press of Leona's thigh sliding against his cock just long enough to think.
"You're not going to be satisfied if you just jerk me off and call it a day, but you will call it a day because, I don't know, you think such a poor showing doesn't deserve another shot on the same afternoon. That's about the kind of thing that you say. I don't want that to be what happens."
Cheka's hands are still on Leona's back underneath his shirt; he slides them out and around to the front, up over Leona's stomach and chest with the fabric of his uncle's clothes in between them, and settles them on Leona's shoulders. "I want to take you to bed."
APRIL: [RP] Ansel x Ingo (pokemon)
The fact that Ingo hesitated so much was, obviously, because he was shy. Ansel didn't want to have to be irritated with him, and Ingo had said that everything was lovely, that he wanted to suck Ansel off, so the least Ansel could do in return was to magnanimously gloss over his insufficient enthusiasm. It was fine, because of course Ingo would have to be very enthusiastic in his use of his mouth. He would make up for it.
"I thought you might say that," Ansel admitted, tilting his head and catching Ingo's lips for a momentary kiss. His tongue swiped briefly across Ingo's lower lip, then thrust quickly, playfully in, sweeping through the inside of Ingo's mouth in a coy pantomime of sex. It would be Ansel's cock in that darling mouth next, and he'd be lying if he claimed that didn't excite him.
"You have such a sweet mouth," he added, perhaps a little too breathlessly. "I can only imagine how wonderful it will feel, when you put it to use just for me. But give me just a moment, my sweet. Let me take care of this."
MAY: "Artisan Work" (original)
He runs his fingertips around the circle of Juliran's entrance, then pushes the first two gently, slowly inside. There is less resistance than when it was Ravi's cock.
He thrusts his fingers a few times, leisurely, feeling how slick and wet Juliran is inside. Used. He's allowed Ravi to use him like a fantastic, glorified toy, Ravi and -- as yet -- no one else.
Ravi's cock gives a half-hearted little twitch, in a weak expression of interest in another round, if he's going to be looking at it like that. He wonders, idly, whether he'd enjoy having Juliran in his bed. Or, better, Juliran's bed. The thought of despoiling Master Levin's precious apprentice in the man's palatial, needlessly opulent estate is enough to get another, hopeful throb out of Ravi's dick.
Perhaps next time. Perhaps he can secure himself a "next time."
JUNE: "Best Served Cold" (original)
"What shall we have her do, brother dearest?" Clarissa asks, startling Tyler badly enough that she feels it in her cunt when he loses his rhythm. "Do you want to see her eat me out?"
She watches Tyler's gaze drop, again, to where Danielle's face is pressed between Clarissa's thighs. That hungry look is back; Clarissa can see the thoughts passing through his mind as clearly as if they were projected onto a screen. He's imagining his face there, his mouth against her cunt, his tongue tasting her slick and bringing her pleasure. He knows exactly what he would do if it were him; he is powerless to prevent the fantasy from unfolding, in the face of such powerful, tantalizing visuals.
"Tell her what to do," Clarissa whispers. "I don't think she can figure it out on her own."
By that point, Tyler has stopped moving entirely. His dick is fully buried inside Danielle but he isn't thrusting, just holding her loosely by the hips as he stares at Clarissa's sex with a desperate, covetous hunger.
JULY: "Subjectivity" (original)
Gabriel finds himself crouched at the end of his bed, hands gripping the footboard and knees spread wide, hips pressing his groin down against the mattress. He grinds down against it, feverishly chasing friction and a release from the horrible, unceasing pressure, grinding and sobbing and then grinding down harder. It never really helps.
He finds himself lying on his side in the bed, one knee propped up for access, his enormous belly pillowed on the mattress cushion that magnanimously conforms to support his new shape. He shoves one hand down between his legs, questing with his fingers, working three of them into himself without preamble. It isn't even difficult. He's already sticky and stretched open; three fingers is an easy slide. He pumps them in and out, desperately, frantically, but it isn't enough.
He pushes another finger in, tucks his thumb in beside the wedge he has made of his hand and pushes that in, too. It's an awkward angle, a horrible strain on his wrist, but he cannot stop. He pumps with his entire fist, in and out and in again, battering his tender insides with his knuckles. He presses against his walls as if feeling for the creature pressing back from its place within his body. It hurts so much. But still, he cannot stop.
AUGUST: TBD Cuckolding Story (original)
Madison spreads her thighs apart, one hand dropping down to the crux of them, fingers sliding between her labia and spreading them apart. She can feel Travis's gaze on her cunt, heavy and hungry as he stares at her. Slowly, she smiles.
With her free hand, Madison reaches out and digs her fingers into Travis's hair. "Come show a girl just how much you want it, pet."
She hardly has to pull as she guides Travis in, melting back against the couch as his tongue presses up against her. He makes an eager, agonized noise between her thighs. Madison pushes herself closer against his mouth, then lets him work. Fucking this overgrown puppy of a man is the best idea she's had in ages.
SEPTEMBER: [RP] Sex Pet Training (original)
It is, more than anything, a nice taste of what Payton ultimately wants from Athena: someone pliant and biddable, available to him whenever he wants, willing to satisfy him however he needs, be that with sex, or teasing, or pain. He'd like her a little more enthusiastic, sure, but with how responsive she is, that won't be a problem forever. It's what he's thinking about -- Athena asking for sex, Athena making pleased gasps when he hits her, Athena eagerly squeezing down around his cock when he pushes into her afterward, more for another flavor of release than anything -- as he thrusts insistently between Athena's thighs. He's drawn things out as long as he can; with a low groan, he stiffens against Athena, hips flush with hers when he comes.
He's holding Athena close enough that it jerks both of their bodies, his semen spattering against the tile and not getting on Athena at all. Perhaps she'll be grateful for that; perhaps less to her liking, both of Payton's hands slide down as he finishes, squeezing her thighs over the welts one final, unavoidable time.
OCTOBER: "A Unique Course of Treatment" (transformers)
"A little lower," Ratchet echoed. His gaze lowered, moving like a weight, optics dragging across the fitfully glowing light from Pharma's anterior node and lingering on the lips of his valve. As Ratchet watched, Pharma could feel the smallest trickle of lubricant leaking out, dripping between his thighs to stain the previously-pristine medical berth cover.
"Yes," Pharma whispered, through a wash of static. "Just there."
He watched, as Ratchet lifted the hand not holding the scanner and used his thumb to trace up the length of Pharma's valve opening, from bottom to top. Pharma's fans whined, the pitch increasing as they desperately picked up speed. He could see the glistening film of lubricant now coating Ratchet's thumb, could feel the way it just slightly dipped into him, pulling his valve open just the littlest bit, so Ratchet could look inside.
NOVEMBER: TBD Drag Strip x Blurr (transformers)
"Tell me," Drag Strip demands.
He squeezes Blurr's spike, thumb digging into the underside, dragging up and down the illuminated sensor panels and finding the sweetest, most sensitive spot to grind against hard. Blurr's fingers twitch inside Drag Strip, curling up into claws and raking against his sensor nodes in blinding, white-hot, almost-too-much sensation. But Drag Strip holds firm, as his fans roar and he fights his frame down.
"Do it," Blurr gasps, before devolving back into static.
Drag Strip shoves the finger into Blurr immediately. There's no resistance, just drenched mesh and twitching calipers, easily giving way to the intrusion. Squeezing around Drag Strip, like Blurr really was craving that the entire time, like it wasn't just something Drag Strip was saying to get one over on him. Drag Strip groans, as he thrusts into Blurr again and his valve makes an audible, wet sound. That could be Drag Strip's spike, pushing into Blurr. But if he did that, he really would crash himself immediately.
DECEMBER: To-Be-Revealed Yuletide Story
[ redacted until yuletide reveals (sorry) ]
Annnnnnd that's the round-up! This year, I posted more than 60k words to AO3 (that may actually become "more than 70k" upon final count), which is more work than I've finished in any year since 2016. That's really exciting to me! This was a rough year in sooooo many ways but I am really glad that I made some things I'm really proud of in spite of that.