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Ravenclaw Chaser Shane Hollander is in his seventh year at Hogwarts: Quidditch Captain, Head Boy, and if all goes well this year, a shoo-in for the European Quidditch League. But when his rival from the International Prospect Cup, Chaser Ilya Rozanov, unexpectedly transfers from Durmstrang at the beginning of term—risking both Shane's spotlight and the most important achievement of his pre-professional career, captaining Ravenclaw to a Championship in his final year at Hogwarts—it looks like Shane might have to scrap his ten-year Plan and start all over.

Meanwhile, Ilya Rozanov has been disowned, expelled, and sent to Hogwarts after a scandal that cost him everything: a school where he knows exactly two people, one of whom is his international rival. How will he rebuild his life and budding career so far from home? And will he make the same mistake again, confronted by the irresistible Hollander?

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"Maybe" Maybeck was just traded to the Minnesota Wild to goaltend alongside his college roommate and best friend, Victor Coren. He loves his new life and the opportunity to return home, and working with Corey again has revolutionized his goaltending. But when he runs into Blues goalie, Cass "Cannon" Buchanan, at a bar after a shutout game in STL, sparks fly. Now, Maybe has to deal with nosey teammates, an even nosier best friend, an impossible romance, developing a new (kinkier) relationship to his body, and most importantly—the road to winning a Stanley Cup.

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“Well, for the sake of honesty, then,” Maybeck said, in a lower tone, “I’ve been thinking about sucking your dick every night for two months.” He almost choked on his own words, not from embarrassment but from arousal, adrenaline. His stomach felt like it dropped lower into his abdomen, heat surging in his pelvis. Just saying it, just bringing the image to mind was almost too much.

No one was watching. In fact, there were barely any people in the car in the first place. The seats were arranged in pods of four, two facing two, and I was alone in my pod. No one was across the aisle, and no one was behind me, for now. The only people I could see were a middle-aged man sitting three rows ahead and the woman, kitty corner, facing me. I decided that a more discreet position would be best, so I turned my body to take up both seats, legs propped on the aisle seat and back against the window. Through the gap in the seats ahead of me, I could make out the entire figure of the woman; though the chances of her spotting me were minimal. And, besides, there wasn’t a sane person in the world who would suspect a man ten feet away to be fucking them.

Satisfied with my position, I began the transubstantiation. It was easier now that I’d done it a few times with the new model, and this was the perfect environment for it. Very few potential mix-ups. The device was a small, silicone-like doll of a torso, around eight inches long and three inches wide, with the smooth sexless crotch of a Ken doll. I gave it three squeezes around the stomach to turn it on, felt the inside begin to warm up, and placed my index finger on the stub of the neck. I peered through the gap in the seats and stared straight at the woman.

"I made him. Took a while..."

River learns the Doctor's name, but not without several hours of effort. Lots of edging, basically just hand jobs, little bit psychic because I just can't help myself.

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She looked up again at his fingers, now shaking beautifully, flushed fingertips contrasting the pale skin around long, slender digits. She drizzled more oil right onto the glans, letting it drip down, watching his erection start to shine as it was coated in lubricant.

He breathed in shallow, frantic gasps as the clear fluid ran down him; too gentle, too small a touch for what he wanted, what he needed.

A mechanic finds himself alone and horny in an office building on a Saturday—that is, until he realizes that a young intern is working alone on another floor. When she gets caught in the elevator doors, he can't stop himself from taking advantage of her. Mostly non-consensual, ends willing.

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Original erotica. Spaceship staff find themselves in a waking dream where clone versions of their bodies have been made to be used in a gloryhole facility for space pirates. Multichapter space adventure. First person female MC.

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The Doctor shows up at Stormcage to pick River up for a sort of honeymoon. They have romantic sex and both spend it fantasizing about a very different kind of dynamic. Later, an intense conflict with an enemy brings out a version of the Doctor that River finds very sexy and everything comes to a sadomasochistic head.

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River continued cataloguing, extrapolating on the sensation. She imagined his thrust inside her was motivated not by arousal and intimacy but by the power and jealousy of which she knew him to be capable. Imagined him slamming into her roughly, obsessively.

The Doctor gets bit by an aphrodisiac mosquito and goes to River for help. A contrived excuse for a spontaneous intox moment that devolves pretty quickly into genuine depravity. Straight up just porn. Hints of telepathy.

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As he pushed into her, River let out a louder cry, arching her back and pushing herself firmly onto his shaft until he was all the way inside.

Beg, he thought, clearly enough for her to hear.

“Please…” she moaned between jolting breaths. “Please, Doctor…”

River has sex with the Doctor for the first time and becomes the screamer we know and love.

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He’d intended to visit her… later. Later in her timeline, later in theirs, whatever. What he hadn’t intended was to visit her here, now, like this. But what was he supposed to do? Leave?

Probably. Probably he should leave.

Back-and-forth hurt/comfort dialogue between River and the Doctor about his backstory with the Master, presumably during their time in Darillium. An attempt to explain the forgiveness dynamic, and a guess at the conversations he may have had with River to facilitate the emotional development he needs for Missy's story later. Plus, some sweet stories about their friendship.

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“Terrible pilot but a great mechanic, you know. He installed the swing under the console that I use to make repairs. I was absurdly tall, that regeneration. He made fun of the way I had to stoop. Have you ever seen the bottom of it?

“No, I haven’t.”

“There’s a Gallifreyan inscription. ‘Thanks for trying. From your Master.’ He put it in before giving up. He made it a year, and then left. Disappeared. Just got too hard. TARDIS remodels, but it’s always there. He must have hardwired it in.”

“You’re crying.”