#especially when it first released 🫠🫠

[hagenwo43]

Off season Pt3

[eupheme]

Hi! Please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable, but I genuinely can’t stop thinking about Logan fingering the reader 🫠 especially if he’s older (like the one in dp and wolverine) so when the reader wants to go on but he’s too tired he resorts to that 😭 I’m sorry for rambling

anon I am so 👀💖 at this idea - thanks for sending it to me!! this was giving me old man logan vibes so I had him in mind (but please feel free to imagine the logan of your choice!)

logan howlett x f!reader | 400 words

logan comes first, so he fucks you with his fingers

He moans your name, as he drives himself deep into you.

Chasing that tight, building pressure that threatens to overwhelms him - fist curled into the sheets as he hovers above you. The sharp bite of his claws threatening to poke through, even after all this time.

Hadn’t been able to hold out, this time. How could he, with how sweetly you welcomed him home? You lips on his, that needy press - then dropping lower. Wrapping around him, taking him into your throat until he was panting.

Already half gone, by the time he fitted himself between your thighs. Even more so with how wet you were for him, sinking into your tight warmth as your pussy made room for him.

Losing himself in your embrace - coming hard before he means to. Teeth bared in a snarl with your cry in his ear, nails biting hard into his shoulders.

The pink marks have long healed, but he can still feel the sharp pinch. Pain mixing with pleasure as he pulses inside you, your face nuzzling against his neck as you sigh his name.

You didn’t know him when he was a younger man. Before his hair and beard were threaded with silver.

Used to be able to go another round right away. Wishes he could right now - he’d flip you on your belly. Fuck you until you’re whimpering on his cock, until he’s filling you a second time.

Instead, he rolls off you. His hand drifting down across your curves, fitting two inside the second his softening cock withdraws. Swallowing your moan with his mouth, as they press deep - replacing the steady piston of his hips with the drag and crook of fingers.

A third teasing, nudging - working its way inside. Knows you can take it, if you took him. Know how you like to feel full, and he can give that to you.

Logan can feel it - the warmth of his release, as it starts to drip. Coating his fingers, sticky inside you as he pushes it deeper, winding you back up.

The slap of his palm against your cunt is loud, twining with the sweet sounds you make. Your eyes half-lidded, adoring as you gaze up at him. Needy and wanting and he thinks he’d give you anything, if you’d just ask.

But Logan already knows what you want.

Knows he can make you come like this. Make you cream around his fingers, soak his palm as you wail. Fuck you through it, until the tight pulse ebbs - soft praise murmured in your ear.

He’s done it before.

He’s always been good with his hands, after all.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hallooooooo I'm just here again to tell you how much I love your writing and the way you portray Bucky as one whiny bitch has got me gripping my sheets NGHGGGGG Absolutely fucking love him in Here Kitty Kitty!!!!!

But I've been suddenly hit by a massive Subby!Steve beam and he's an even bigger whiny bitch than Bucky soooo

I present to you- Haunted Steve Rogers :>

Here me out!!! I read a post about ghost fucking and I can't stop thinking about Fresh faced Steve in the twenty first century with Ghost!Bucky Barnes who died in the early 2000s. They never met as children and Steve is mortified to find himself being haunted by a particularly perverted and thirsty AF ghost

Just imagine Steve out in Public, maybe in a mall or inside a packed train and he's just minding his own business until he feels cold wispy hands start groping him. Shivers breaks out of his skin at the cold touch and his complaints dies a quiet death when said cold touches slip down his nether regions.

Just Steve Rogers trying to keep quiet while Bucky molests him, squeezing and stroking his cock while he shakes with pleasure, barely standing and absolutely sweating under his clothing. He's pleading quietly, curling into himself and straining at the effort to not make a noise because Buck! We're in public! Not here please-

Just Steve Rogers trying to listen to a conversation happening in front of him while there's fingers stuck up his ass, cold and opening him roughly. The way his voice would hitch and a gasp leaves him once in while and him shakily telling the person in front of him that he's alright and that he's totally listening as if his prostate isn't being abused.

Just Steve Rogers in a meeting, continuously shifting in his seat. To other people, he's too pent up to sit still properly. The truth? He's got ghost! Bucky's dick buried in his ass, grinding into him and filling him up to the point he thinks he might choke on it. Steve can't beg, can't moan, can't even move because how the fuck is he gonna explain that he's being fucked by a ghostly being in the middle of a meeting?

The risk of being caught riles him up as much as Ghost!Bucky whispering filthy things in his ears like yeah you like that? Look at you, filthy as fuck and taking this dick up your tight ass- You're that desperate Stevie? That you'll have a ghost fucking you everywhere and anytime you want? Come on, open your eyes and look at all of these people in front of you, not knowing that Captain America's gagging for some ghost dick to screw him 24/7! How would they react knowing you're getting filled right now huh, practically a slut for it-

Imagine the mess on Steve's side, how he can go so many times even after coming!!! Just Bucky wringing one orgasm after another while he desperately fights for composure, barely standing and not making a sound, boxers absolutely drenched with his own release-

Or how easy just Bucky slips into him (magical ghost powers Ajdheje), accosting him and groping him wherever whenever he likes, leaching off Steve's warmth and life!! ACKKKKKK AIDHSIRJEORJFJ HEEHEHEHEHEH

-🫠🫠

"Here Kitty Kitty Kitty"

I'm glad you enjoyed whiny Bucky, lmao. He's a favorite for suuure 😏

And as for the idea of ghost!Bucky with freshly thawed Steve, I--

Holy fuck, I have seen some ghost-fucker content here and there (much with public stuff which is fun 🥴) but I haven't ever considered that with stucky and... I'm obsessed (possessed perhaps, lmao).

I'm especially obsessed with thrill seeker ghost!Bucky and stuttering, subby Steve, though. Goddamn.

I am enthralled with what you wrote! I have to say, though, my immediate thought--my immediate mental image, really--with this pairing was Steve with his leanly muscular, fawn-clumsy legs spread wide on his bed in the middle of the night, hips up, back arched, seemingly all alone and exposed. Moonbeams slip through his curtains into the room, lighting him up, dragging across his flushed, pale skin like a spotlight. His bare, shaven face is pressed hard into his white sheets--contrasting gorgeously, blank sheets, and the blood-hot flush painted with so much pigment, thick and wet, across his face. He's blushing from high on his cheeks all the way up to the hot shells of his ears. And for the most part, other than his quivering, open mouth and his heaving chest--face down, ass up--he's perfectly still. Debauched and statuesque in the middle of the night.

He should be chilled with the night air caressing his skin, but he isn't. He's burning up. The phantom hands on his skin are freezing but he's alive with flames, they're licking and scorching his skin, leaving him gasping, his hands scrunching the sheets into a wrinkled mess, fisting the fabric right by his head, both trying to hide the dirty ecstasy written over his pretty face in vain as Bucky's fucks him and just trying to have something, anything, to hold onto as his world is torn apart from overwhelming, crashing waves of pleasure.

Too much. Too good.

He can't see Bucky, but, oh, god, can he feel him.

Touching him. Fucking him. Groping him. Making handprints and bruises and bite marks appear on his warm, pink skin out of thin air.

He can hear him, too, whispering to him, fuck, he can almost feel it on the back of his neck, but he can't really. Of course not. Bucky isn't breathing down on him. He can't. He's just playing with him, drawing his pleasure out, pushing his nerves to the brink--Steve doesn't know what's hot and what's cold is anymore, Steve doesn't know what's real and what isn't, Steve doesn't know anything but pleasure like he's never felt before, given to him in the middle of the night when he's alone save for Bucky who makes him feel more alive than anyone else with a beating heart in their solid chest could.

(If anyone else were to walk in, though, god, it'd be a show. Steve writhing on his sheets without any influence. Completely stripped bare, exposed, and untouched..? Except, anyone can see the fingertip indents in his thighs as Bucky gropes him, anyone can see the wet, hot, open gape of his hole as Bucky fucks him, taking him from behind, anyone can see the tremble in his muscles as he crumbles under the influence of the unseen, anyone can see sweat glistening on his skin, anyone can see his fever, pink all over, anyone can see how much he loves it, his face twisted up in pleasure, lips hanging open, taking it like a good little slut. So desperate for dick he'll get it anywhere, anytime. He can't live without dick.)

Anyway--

I fucking love your idea. I love the thought of public ghost play, too!! I was just immediately on the bewitching hour, haunting ghost fucking vibe, lol.

I can just imagine Bucky always messing with Steve at the worst times, and when Steve tries to talk sense into Bucky behind closed doors, well, he just ends up a pile of mush as Bucky continues so there's not really any talking. What? They're in private now, isn't this what Steve wants? Isn't this what he was asking for?

Jesus.

They're trouble. They're both so hungry for touch, and they find it so easily in each other that no one else understands. It's kinky as fuck and it's sweet as fuck. I love it!!

Thank you for this! 😘

[veronicaphoenix]

It’s okay if not because I don’t think you’ve written anything like it or similar before but for Into the Abyss of Bad Habits would you maybe consider writing reader who wants to try strapon sex with Noah because she sees how well he takes Oli and wants him to fall apart like that under her? 🫠 Especially since he’s a workaholic and a control freak, to see him just lose all sense of that. There is not a thought in his head. He melts actually melts into the mattress. I just know you would do it justice. Maybe Oli and reader are plotting together as a result of him disappearing into the studio for hours,days, at a time, kind of getting lost in it, ignoring them. Not everyone’s cup of tea though, I know. Feel free to ignore!

Title: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits — Requested scene

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Oliver Sykes x Reader | Words: 2k

Tags and trigger warnings: established polyamorous relationship, sexual content (basically what's written in the request, it's not too descriptive, though), use of handscuffs, three people in love exploring the joys of sex, oliver being sort of a sex instructor 🤭, and fluff ✨

I felt apprehensive at my own idea as I approached the studio on the ground floor of our house, my hand tightly gripping Oliver as he led the way. 

         My heart raced in my chest, skittish at Noah’s reaction to my proposal.  

         He had been consumed by work again in recent days, secluding himself in the studio for hours on end, skipping meals, and feeling perpetually behind schedule, despite evidence to the contrary and his bandmates reminding him that they were good on time for their next releases. Noah’s self-imposed stress often found a way to take control of him, keeping him distant from both Oliver and me. 

         Considering that we hadn’t had much quality time the three of us together since a week, I had had enough time to entertain myself with different scenarios that still hadn’t unfolded in the intimacy of our bedroom. 

         At first, when the idea crossed my mind, I felt somewhat embarrassed and quickly dismissed it. However, it persisted, stubbornly refusing to vacate my thoughts. I missed Noah, and I couldn’t shake the image of Noah unraveling every time Oliver took him, how effortlessly Oliver managed to get him to surrender to him. And in a sudden, unexpected moment, a twinge of jealousy took over me. I knew I could cause that effect on him, too, elicit the same response, to make him come undone when he was with me, whether inside me or in the grasp of my mouth. But now I yearned to get the same level of surrender that Oliver achieved. 

         I was so mortified at my own thoughts and needs that Oliver noticed my distress as soon as he entered the kitchen a few days ago and found me frantically preparing tea in the kitchen.  

         It took him less than five minutes to coax me into telling him what was going through my head, the scenario I’d been picturing the past few days. His reaction? He took my hand, picked the car keys, and drove us to the nearest sex shop, taking advantage of Noah being lost in his music world, which ensured us that he wouldn’t notice our absence.  

         Today, it had been three hours since Noah had disappeared into the studio immediately after breakfast, his absence stretching until late morning. It was Saturday, for God’s sake, and instead of going out for a run and spend some time with Oliver and me in the garden, or in bed, he had decided to remain sequestered in his space, oblivious to the world outside. He hadn’t even finished the bite of the avocado sandwich he’d been devouring for breakfast by the time he stood up, left the plate in the sink, and strode out of the kitchen, leaving me an Oliver gaping at his back as he disappeared down the corridor.  

         I took a deep breath, steeling myself before I knocked on the studio door three hours later.  

         “He’s going to like the idea, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Oliver tried to reassure me.

         “Too late for that,” I replied.

         Oliver squeezed my hand, a hint of laughter escaping him as he didn’t wait for Noah to open the door. With determined strides, Oliver barged into the room, removing Noah’s headphones from his ears. 

         Noah’s immediate protest was cut short by the seriousness in Oliver’s gaze, which conveyed a message of “enough is enough.” Then, with a subtle eyebrow gesture, Oliver directed Noah’s attention towards me, standing a few steps behind him. Noah noticed my tight grip on Oliver’s hand. 

         “What’s wrong?” he inquired, furrowing his brows. 

         “She wants to ask you something,” Oliver said. 

         “Propose, actually,” I corrected, my voice barely above a whisper. 

         “What is it?” He sat in his chair, relaxed yet attentive, hands hanging from the armrests and legs open and inviting. His attention was now fully on me, curiosity piqued. 

         I bit my lip. 

         “I want to fuck you the way Oliver does.”

         After a brief moment of processing, Noah chuckled, his eyes flickering between me and Oliver. 

         “What do you mean?”

         “We’ve picked up a few things,” Oliver explained, “and we’re done waiting for you to come out of this mouse hole. So, get up from that chair, and let’s put some work into that rear, or it’s going to flatten out like a pancake.”

         Noah’s expression shifted to one of disappointment and mild embarrassment. “Your jokes aren’t funny, dude,” he chided.

         “Noah, please?” I interjected, extending my arm toward him, silently conveying what I wanted as I held his gaze. For a moment, he hesitated, but then he swiveled around in the chair, quickly saving his progress on Logic Pro before standing up. His fingers lightly brushed against my chin. 

         “Let’s go upstairs.”

         I could barely contain my excitement, nearly letting out a squeal as we made our way out of the studio.  

         When we made it to the bedroom, Noah and Oliver took of their t-shirts. I wriggled to remove my jeans, keeping my t-shirt and tiny thong on. Oliver then retrieved the strap-on from the bag, and when Noah caught sight of it, his reaction surprised me. 

         Instead of shock or hesitation, he chuckled with amusement, pulling me close to him for a deep, passionate kiss. He pressed his body to mine as I stood on my tiptoes before letting a delicious friction ignite between us that got me wet and him, hard. 

         Unlacing his sweatpants, I pulled them down with his underwear. He climbed onto the bed without needing any direction from Oliver or me. Meanwhile, Oliver assisted me, pulling down my thong and securing the strap-on around my hips.

         “How do you want me, baby?” Noah asked, eyes on me. 

         “Umm,” I glanced uncertainly at Oliver over my shoulder. 

         “Don’t be shy, come on. Tell him what you told me” he encouraged me. 

         “On your back?” I said, moving some hair behind my ear. “I want to see your face.”

         “Missionary? Alright, missionary it is,” Noah agreed. 

         With a contented smile, he settled onto the bed, arranging himself among the pillow on our huge mattress. He relaxed, arms folded behind his head, dick hard. He watched me as Oliver inspected me, his hands still on my hips. 

         “I feel so weird…” I muttered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. 

         “Can you feel the weight?” Oliver asked. I nodded. “That’s how it feels to be a man.”

         I rolled my eyes. With a playful slap to my ass, he directed me to get on the bed and position myself between Noah’s legs, which were now bent. 

         Noah clicked his tongue, gesturing toward my chest. “T-shirt and bra off, baby. If you’re going to be on top of me, I want those beautiful tits pressed against my chest.”

         Oliver spared me the hassle by removing the last of my clothes. Moments later, he positioned himself at the foot of the bed, still standing, his bare chest pressed against my back as my hand found their place on Noah’s knees. Uncertainty gripped me as I pondered how to begin. It was pretty obvious, yes, but it was still something new to me. I hadn’t tried this with any of my past lovers.  

         “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll guide you through it,” Oliver whispered in my ear, his hands massaging my shoulders. As I glanced down at Noah’s growing erection and then at the smirk on his face, I felt a surge of nerves. I was damn nervous about this whole situation, and he seemed to be thoroughly entertained by the prospect of what I was about to do. 

         Oliver excused himself briefly, returning with a bottle of lube in hand. He applied some to my hand, instructing me to spread it on Noah, emphasizing how good it would feel if I caressed Noah’s perineum in the process, a sensitive area Noah apparently enjoyed. Following Oliver’s guidance, Noah emitted a low moan, his gaze fixed on me intently as I adjusted to this new task. 

         “Good,” Oliver said. “Guide it with your hands and start pushing in. When you feel ready to continue with your hips, use your hands to stimulate his dick. Meanwhile, I’ll tie his hands to the headboard,” he concluded, already moving to carry out his part of the plan.

         “You had this all planned, didn’t you?” Noah began to remark, but his words faltered when I pressed forward with my hips. 

         My fingers encircled Noah’s erection, applying gentle pressure as I began to move and pump him in a steady rhythm. Oliver secured Noah’s wrists to the headboard before leaning in to grab his jaw and press a hungry kiss to his lips.

         “Such a control freak,” he reprimanded him between clenched teeth while still holding his jaw between his fingers. Noah’s eyes had darkened and his cheeks flushed by the time Oliver had returned to stand behind me.  

         “Does it feel good?” I asked Noah, curious and anxious. 

         “It’s—ugh. Kitt—ah! Fuck.” His wrists pulled at the bindings. I bit my lip, power running through my veins as I kept thrusting into him and watched him abide to me. “It feels amazing…”

         I attempted to go faster, but Oliver stilled my hips, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

         “You don’t have rush, love. Find your rhythm, go at your own pace. He’s enjoying it either way. Just look at his face. He’s already melting. You’ve got him right where you wanted him, don’t you?” Oliver’s words were soothing, grounding me in the moment. 

         “Yes,” I replied softly, barely whispering. I had already lost myself to the cadence of my hips against Noah and in the harmony of seeing him slowly surrender blissfully to me. Spread out on the bed, hands bound, lips parted, his moans filling the room, he looked utterly beautiful.

         “Keep going,” Oliver encouraged, his hands squeezing my breasts, and his fingers beginning to tease my nipples. My breath hitched. “Just like that. Good girl. You’re going to make him come in no time.”

         In those minutes, I felt once again mesmerized at the connection I had with both, how marvelously well we worked together, how good we were for each other. My inexplicable connection with both Noah and Oliver was a harmonious blend of desire and intimacy that never failed to envelop us in its warmth. I felt fucking blessed.

         “I want Noah to touch me, too,” I suddenly expressed.

         “Alright,” Oliver replied. He was clearly enjoying the moment, guiding us through it all, witnessing how Noah was about to fall apart with me positioned between his legs. 

         It hadn’t been more than ten minutes of Noah being bound to the bed when Oliver released him. Despite his struggle to contain the pleasure, Noah motioned for me to lean on him. Maneuvering our bodies was a bit challenging given how they were connected and our size difference, but Noah managed to grasp my face in his hands and kiss me deeply. 

         With one hand still nestled between us, fingers wrapped around his thickness, I continued to stroke him, feeling the tension building within the body underneath mine until finally, I had him falling apart, his release coating both our stomachs, my mouth swallowing the wail his orgasm elicited. 

         It was dirty, the way I lay on top of him after, but as soon as the euphoria of seeing Noah succumb to ecstasy, totally melting into the mattress because of me, began to settle down, I returned to my knees. 

         Oliver helped me remove the toy, and quick as a cat I crawled back to Noah’s side while Oliver fetched wipes to clean us both. 

         As we cuddled in bed, Noah’s hand caressing my hair and his lips leaving feather-light kisses on my nose and cheeks, his voice filled the room with messages of reassurance, praise, and gratitude. Oliver joined us on the other side of Noah, still wearing his jeans and his erection evident against the fabric. Nevertheless, he looked just as elated as we did. 

         “That was fucking beautiful,” he said.  

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[honeeslust]

Can we play a game?

🖤Gentle giants hung like pornstars that cry out like a puppy when you carve out the shape of his tip with your tongue.😝

🖤 here are my 3...

Rengoku

He's not afraid to moan for you. But imagine the first time you edge him. He shocked by the way he sounds crying out for more. Hes standing so tall, thick rosy veins throbbing against the tickle of your fingers. Its hard not to climb atop that ripened cock. Especially as it sits so pretty.dripping like it needed to be mounted expeditiously.

Broly

😮‍💨I'm going into the archives for this one…

What's understood don't need to be explained, but what I wanna add is that he's full on switching!! If he isn't guts deep, crawling the bed to keep fucking you even as he's coming… then he's sittin pretty in your bed. Handcuffed to your headboard while you straddle him. Teasing him over and over only to sit halfway and leave him shaking so hard he eventually breaks the headboard to get at that 🐱 👌🏾🫠

Choso

Let's be completely honest. Any touch from you is enough to get him bricked up. He's so touch starved he doesn't know what to do with himself. I can just about hear how hard he whimpers when your pinching those pierced rose bud nipples and His body all twitchy and glisteny for you. You can edge him until hes releasing the most gut wrenching. Awe inspiring. Shudder inducing. Toe curling. Mouth watering. Soul pleasing. Sensuous sounding whimpers you've ever heard. 😫😝

Share your top 3 please.. No pressure though ☺️And go….

@arlerts-angel @ryomens-vixen @blkkizzat @bakubunny @biscuitsngravie @littlemochabunni @i-literally-cant-with-this @residentfromnowhere @crescentmoontsuki

[eoieopda]

okay okay HEAR ME OUT...... established long-term relationship w taehyung where you both constantly talk about how hot his best friend jimin is (it's not weird) - and then one day you turn to each other and go: wait, should we fuck him? (and you do, and it's great.)

do you have any idea how hard it was to limit myself to 1k words 🫠

the one with the hall pass

pairing: kim taehyung x reader x park jimin summary: you and your boyfriend have everything important in common — especially your taste in men. cw: reader is afab, minimal use of she/her pronouns, reader + taehyung are drinkin’ wine but neither is drunk, threesome, oral sex (f receiving), a lil 🤏🏻 bit of nipple play, unedited 🫣 au: established relationship (kth x reader) type: drabble (smut) rating: 18+ wc: 970 a/n (11/24/23): a continuation/sequel was requested! you can find it here. 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

It started as most things do: with a little too much wine, Taehyung’s head in your lap, and a question coming out of left fucking field.

“Who’s your hall pass?”

You peel your eyes off the television and blink dumbly down at your boyfriend, who seems entirely unfazed by your confusion. You snort, “My what?”

“Your hall pass,” he repeats himself slowly, as if the speed of the initial question was the problem.

No dice.

“If the opportunity came up and you wanted to fuck someone that isn’t me — consequence free — who would you pick?”

“Is this a trap?” You tease, but you know it isn’t.

Taehyung may think in four dimensions, but none of them are malicious. Curious, through and through, and mischievous, yes — never manipulative.

To prove that fact to you, he takes the hand you’re using to play mindlessly with his hair and pulls it down to his mouth. Lips brush sweetly across your knuckles, silently encouraging you to play along.

Someone in your position might aim high and throw out the name of a celebrity, just in case all of the horny planets align and your wish comes true. Only one name comes to mind now, though; and it’s not the first time one or both of you drops it.

“Jimin’s ass simply does not quit,” you hum appreciatively. Growing more excited with every racing thought, you shift slightly in your seat and grin down at Taehyung. “Have you seen him in those leather pants lately? Hot boy summer, for real.”

“Never took you for an ass man, baby.” Taehyung’s mouth twitches at the corner. He chuckles, “Tell me you’re not sleeping on his thighs, though.”

Immediately, you interrupt with a whine so sincere that it makes your head tilt backwards against the couch cushion. “His thighs! Who gave him the right?”

“I’m sayin’,” he nods. 

Taehyung goes quiet after releasing the dreamiest sigh you’ve ever heard. You aren’t a mind-reader, but it’s no giant leap to assume what he’s thinking about — you’re thinking it, too. He’s always been ten steps ahead of you, though, so he proposes it first.

It’s so casual, like he’s asking where to order delivery from:

“Should we fuck him?”

—————

Jimin, as it turns out, has been waiting on an invitation. He agrees before Taehyung can even finish asking, noting right off the bat that he’s available, “now. Like, right now. I can be there in thirty minutes.”

He damn near kicks the door down when he arrives at your apartment, and he spends the subsequent several minutes apologizing for the way the door knob slammed into the adjoining wall. Every time he bows with his palms pressed together in front of his chest, your heart flutters.

That duality — the assertiveness mixed in with the sweetest shyness — has fucked you up for as long as you’ve know him. Judging by the way Taehyung pinches his bottom lip between his teeth, the same is true for him. Lidded eyes laving from head to toe, the only time he tears his gaze off of Jimin is to smirk over at you. 

That remains the case as the three of you wander from the entryway, through the living room, and into your bedroom.

The conversation that follows sweeps from boundaries — none — to preferences — all — to Jimin’s first request. His words come as softly as his fingertips running down the length of your thigh. He doesn’t look at you when he says them, however; he stares straight past you at Taehyung.

“Show me how she likes it, Tae,” he instructs. “I wanna know what makes her melt in your mouth.”

Taehyung, as it turns out, has been waiting for an audience. More eager than you’ve ever seen him, he buries his face in your cunt and pulls out all the stops.

“Goddamn,” Jimin groans when your head falls back and your back arches. 

He sits near your shoulder on the bed, watching with his pupils blown wide and his hand squeezing his cock through his jeans. You’re so busy rocketing through different dimensions that you almost lose track of his presence next to you — but then you feel his lips against the shell of your ear, breath hot.

He hums, “You sound even prettier outside of my imagination, you know.” 

You’re in the middle of whimpering over those words when he ducks down and flicks his tongue over one of your nipples; it morphs into a shuddered gasp on the way out. “F-fuck!”

With targeted kitten licks to your clit and long, slow drags of his tongue through your folds, Taheyung makes a mess and a meal out of you. Suckling and slurping, he doesn’t stop until you’re screaming — until you’re squeezing your thighs around his head, gripping tight to his hair while you try to get a grip on yourself.

You breathlessly sputter, “I can’t — nngh — t-too sensitive.”

“But you taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he pants, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh. 

The bottom half of his face is drenched in your slick when he finally lets you squirm away from him. He smirks like the devil over at Jimin. “You took notes, right?”

“Think I’ve got the gist now,” Jimin laughs, and it sounds like music. He curls his finger and beckons your boyfriend to lean in over your spent body. “C’mere.” 

You don’t know how Taehyung is faring, but the anticipation is killing you.

Jimin’s fingers slip through the sweat-slicked hair at the nape of Taehyung’s neck, which elicits a low moan from the latter. You stare up at them, completely unable to process that this — that either of them — are real. 

Your ears are still ringing from the way your body just detonated, but you swear you hear Jimin beg for a taste of you before Taehyung’s lips crash into his.

[roryelijah02]

Hello! Hope you're doing well! Wondered if you could analyse the whole 'what does Carol want' thing? There's the Eugene&Carol scene where she tells him to go meet Stephanie and then he says "I sincerely hope you get what it is that you want" - and the very next thing for her is negan giving her alpha's head. And then there's the Alpha hallucination being all 'what do you wantttt'. And then daryl asking her if she got what she wants after nearly jumping off a cliff and she says "no and I won't" but then she's insane with emotion when he says "you still got me". There's probably more. What is ittt, what does she want 🙃🫠 I feel like if you put all the scenes in sequence where they touch on it then you could see her working through that question herself, but then I feel like it's left hanging there and I'm never clear on what it actually is.

Hey there. Thank you so much for your ask. I'm very excited to get into this analysis so let's get started.

All throughout season 10a and 10b, a big focus on Carol's mind is to defeat Alpha. A big motivating factor for why she wants to defeat Alpha is to get vengeance and justice for her son, Henry's, death which was caused by Alpha. However, there's also a big part of Carol that wants to defeat Alpha to avoid anything like what happened to Henry and the other people who died at the end of season 9 happening to anybody else, especially Daryl (more on that later).

During Season 10 Episode 9, Squeeze, when the group are trapped in the cave, Carol has a conversation with Daryl where she admits to him that she doesn't just want to ki*l Alpha but that she also wants to hurt her, make her regret everything and beg for forgiveness before she does so. This is what I believe Daryl is referring to when he asks Carol if she got what she wanted in Season 10 episode 16, A Certain Doom. Carol and Daryl can understand each other extremely well, better than they can anybody else, so I believe that Carol knew that conversation was what Daryl was referring to with his question. This is why Carol responds with "no and I won't" because even though this is a really happy moment for her - she's reuniting and making up with Daryl after they had what was probably the worst falling out they've had since their bond blossomed - in terms of that conversation she had with Daryl in Squeeze, she didn't get what she wanted. She ended up having to reach out to Negan for help with defeating Alpha (my thoughts on why she didn't reach out to Daryl about it later) and he ultimately ended up being the one to ki*l her. So despite trying her hardest, Carol didn't manage to hurt Alpha or make her regret everything or beg for forgiveness, she didn't even get to be the person to ki*l her. Something that is interesting to note here is that Carol released Negan from his cell and asked for his help in Season 10 episode 4, Silence The Whisperers, before she had this conversation with Daryl in Squeeze, so if what she told Daryl was truly all she wanted, she was probably already aware at that point that she wouldn't get it because it would be Negan dealing with all of that for her. That's the first thing that makes me think what she said in that conversation during Squeeze wasn't what she truly wanted but I do still believe that the contents of that conversation was what Daryl was referring to with his question.

Let's move on to the scene between Carol and Eugene. Immediately, something important to note is that whilst Carol and Eugene are friends, Eugene doesn't come anywhere near to being as close to Carol as Daryl is. In fact, to emphasise again, nobody is as close to Carol as Daryl is. Therefore, it is very, very unlikely that Carol would have confided in Eugene, or anybody other than Daryl, about what she admitted to Daryl during their conversation in Squeeze. This leads me to believe that whilst yes, Eugene is likely aware that Carol wants vengeance and justice for Henry, he doesn't know the finer details of how Carol wants to take Alpha down and therefore, this makes me think that he's at least only partly talking about Carol's revenge on Alpha when he says he realy hopes she gets what she wants. I'm lead to believe this further by a couple of other things: Firstly, the context of the scene. This scene takes place in season 10 episode 12, Walk With Us. This is just 3 episodes after the cave incident in Squeeze and it's clear that Carol is in bits over her falling out with Daryl, breaking her promise to him and hurting him. This is proven by how in the previous episode, season 10 episode 11, Morning Star, Ezekiel easily finds Carol at Daryl's old camp and when Carol asks how he found her, his response is "This is Daryl's old camp, right? I figured you needed some comfort." This proves how much Ezekiel is aware about what Daryl means to Carol and how, if there's anyone who can provide her with comfort, it's him, even if that's in an indirect manner. However, it's not just Ezekiel who's aware of this. So many characters in the show are fully aware of Carol and Daryl and what they mean to each other. Some examples are: Glenn asking Daryl what they should tell Carol when they return to the prison without him and Negan calling Carol Daryl's girlfriend. Therefore, it is extremely likely that Eugene is also fully aware of what they mean to each other. Eugene has also just witnessed Carol being punched by Yumiko. This is a traumatic thing to go through in general. However, as Eugene is very possibly aware of Carol's past experiences, he's very likely to know that she needs Daryl for comfort during their conversation, just like Ezekiel had in Morning Star. The other thing is that Eugene tells Carol he really hopes she gets what she wants just after Carol tells him to go and be with Stephanie, who she knows he has a romantic interest in based on their conversation. This feeds into how Eugene is very likely to be fully aware of what Daryl and Carol mean to each other. Therefore, I believe that Eugene feels like Carol needs Daryl in this moment and maybe she needs him more than she's letting on so when he says he hopes that she gets what she wants it's almost like he's telling her to go and be with the person who will make her happy/find her happiness just as she's advised him to do with Stephanie.

Side note: I find it very interesting that Carol encouraged Eugene to go and be with the woman he was interested in romantically during season 10 and then during the first season of Daryl Dixon, Daryl encourages a man to go and be with his girlfriend.

Back to the analysis now and the scene that ultimately solidifies my belief that the "what do you want" notion for Carol throughout season 10 isn't just about her wanting revenge on Alpha has to be the scene where Carol hallucinates Alpha in season 10 episode 14, Look At The Flowers. Whilst it's Alpha on our screens talking, showing Alpha is who Carol sees and hears voicing her thoughts, it's important to remember that Carol is hallucinating in this scene and so all the things "Alpha" is saying are actually coming from Carol's head directly, these are distinctly her thoughts. At this point in the season, Alpha is already dead so it's very interesting that "Alpha" asks her "what do you want?" Because if what she wanted was for Alpha to meet her demise, that's already happened, so there has to be something more, right? And like I previously mentioned, I don't think what she wants is about her conversation with Daryl in Squeeze because Carol had already released Negan by the time that conversation happened so knew it was unlikely she'd be able to take Alpha down in exactly the way she wanted and she definitely can't do it now as Alpha is gone. Therefore, in my mind, there's definitely something more to it about what she wants and I believe this scene gives us a detail that heavily suggests what that is. At some point during her conversation with "Alpha", Carol ends up trapped under a boat with a walker desperately trying to get to her. "Alpha" starts listing off the people that Carol has lost: Sophia, Lizzie, Mika and Henry. She even mentions Ezekiel. However, it's Daryl's name that captures Carol's attention when "Alpha" adds him to the list and suggests that Carol could soon come to lose him too. It's this moment, upon hearing Daryl's name and the thought of him being in danger and losing him that gives Carol the emotional strength she needs to push the boat off of her and kill the walker attempting to get her, dislocating her shoulder in the process. This is a very telling moment for me as once again, it emphasises how important Daryl is to Carol and how she feels like she can't lose him. Many Carylers say there's no Carol without Daryl and I fully agree with them.

So, what does Carol Peletier want? Ultimately, whilst I do believe part of it was about wanting revenge on Alphaz wanting justice for Henry and wanting to protect the people around her from Alpha and the Whisperers, I do think it does come down to being about Daryl but Carol can't admit to herself, let alone other people, that it's Daryl who she wants, who her heart lies with, who is the only person who can properlu comfort her because she's terrified of losing him. Carol's conversation with "Alpha" confirmed that because the minute that she thought he could be in danger, she said that she could never let that happen and it was this notion that gave her the strength to get out from under the boat. It's also why Carol went to Negan for help with Alpha instead of going to Daryl because she knew how dangerous Alpha was - look at what happened to Henry - and if anybody had to lose their life in order to take Alpha down, it makes sense that Carol would've preferred it to happen to a villain like Negan instead of the man she cares about the most, Daryl. I believe Carol's fear of losing Daryl stems from all the other losses she's been through, especially after what she had to do to Lizzie, which makes her feel like she isn't worthy of him. I believe that Carol feels like she has a curse on peiple, where if she gets too close to them and crosses a certain line with them, their life will be in danger because look what's happened to all the other people she's loved - Sophia, Lizzie, Mika. With Henry, I feel like Carol started maybe started to think her "curse" was no longer a thing because she'd been Henry's mom for years without anything happening, but then he dies and it starts all over again. This is why, much as Carol really wants to be with Daryl, she feels like she's not worthy of him, like she doesn't deserve him and like she'll be putting his life in danger if she tells him how she feels about him/if they cross that line. That's why all of those times that people ask, she can't admit that to them, she can't admit it to anyone.

Hopefully, if she gets to work through some of her trauma in The Book Of Carol like the synopsis and information we've been given about the show have suggested, this will leave Carol's heart more open to letting Daryl in in the way she wants 🤞

[nqueso-emergency]

I have the same feeling as the previous anon. Like when knowing a tv series that I have loved for a few years, and then finding out that the fandom is so toxic makes me shocked. I watched this tv series since 2019, and I am not in the fandom either not following any 911 social media accounts. I started to watched it just bcuz interest in emergency and rescue things. I stop to watch before Season 5 was released cuz busy life. I started watching back in July cuz I heard Buck has a relationship with Tommy, I was curious, then I LOVE IT, THE KISS, THE CHEMISTRY. I’m really happy about it so I went to 911 ig, when I saw the deleted scene and opened the comment section🫠 At first I thought it was just that post only but when I opened others that related to Buck or Tommy…🫠 It doesn’t make sense, I’m sorry to say that but their behaviour very childish. The more they hate, the more I love🤭

tbh, I hope Buck and Tommy will become endgame, cuz as an audience, I'm little tired of seeing Buck having a new relationship almost every season. I feel like is good to see Buck have a stable relationship especially with Tommy till the end. Anyway, I enjoy your blogs🫶

(I native speaker of Chinese, forgive me for my bad English)

I understood you just fine!! I hope you enjoy season 8!!

[littleroaes]

( 🌷 ) ❀˖° — ‘ ACQUAINTANCES ‘ — a list of my MOOTS ( writers and non ) who I have interacted with and fic RECS.

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I will update it as I get to know new people, read past works/ new works!

• LAST UPDATE : oh my god! it’s done! I think I have gathered all? don’t feel afraid to comment or something else if I missed you! It’s pretty rushed at parts, but I’ll improve on it, for the time being, I’m released it’s finally up!

➵ @blue-rainydays 💙

➵ @cloverdaisies m.list personal rec ➤ HEY CHAT! ∩^ω^∩ ↳ no one loves this fic like I love this fic! reread it a lot because it genuinely makes me so happy! i wrote it in my reblog but im so sad this yn and hj arent together lol. i would be the biggest minecraft fan if they were real →

➵ @cupidjyu m.list personal rec ➤ he’s hopeless! ↳ the fluffiest fluff that has ever fluffed! kicked my feet all the way through! juyeon's character is so entertaning to read! → other: detention for romance

➵ @everynewiee m.list ( @adorablehyunjae ) personal rec ➤ Honey - Dew Cat Cafe ↳ so cute! juyeon wears an apron and owns a cat(do I need to say more?) their pet bring them together!au !!! →

@floatingpluto

➵ @from-izzy m.list personal rec ➤ this summer… ↳ hyunjae is so patient! real love im telling you! that giddy feeling of when you feel special! It's what it gives! I wish to have someone like this hyunjae →

➵ @haet-sal m.list personal rec ➤ Cinderella Boy ↳ really creative fic! i loved the concept, had me in my seat the entire time! youre gonna feel so bad for juyeon though →

➵ @heemingyu m.list personal rec ➤ Serenade ↳ so feel good! I absolutely adore eric's and sunwoo's dynamic in this one! eric is down so bad, and i love it! → other: Rainy Days

➵ @hyungseos-cafe m.list personal rec ➤ the thought of you ↳ love this series! very easy to read since all of them are pretty short, but each one is so distinct and cute! I especially like changmins and erics! →

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personal rec ➤ BLAH BLAH ↳ I feel like there’s a lot of coincidences between me and this fic lol. but I do truly love it. jacob is 🫠🫠, basically all fawns fics make me feel 🫠🫠 lol →

➵ @kimsohn m.list personal rec ➤ polaroid & hearts on your sleeve ↳ polaroid is such a cute one! makes me want a jacob for myself even more! hearts on your sleeve is heart-aching, but I find it so creative! →

➵ @kpop17

➵ @leaz-kpop-life

➵ @onceuponabloom tag system! personal rec ➤ taste your lipgloss ↳ I’m so bad at describing things! but kicking my legs! very typical flirty, oops, heart fluttering vibe but I love it! →

➵ @o-onikix m.list personal rec ➤ Enchanted ↳ was some time since I read it, but I remember enjoying it! First time I wish to end a relationship with hyunjae →

@seolboba m.list personal rec ➤ 8:36 AM ↳ not tbz, but very cute! I really like rin (oc)! though I’m a kevrin stan, I really like Felix and her in this one. chans immediate leadership/ family ship is amazing! →

➵ @sungbeam m.list personal rec ➤ ain’t no romeo ↳ listend to it in speechify! a fic with so much to explore! there's so many good dynamics between characters and different elements! from humor, cutesy, fluttering and mysterious! →

➵ @winterchimez m.list ( @midnightfantasiez ) personal rec ➤ Make or Brake ↳ love changmin childhood friends to lovers! he fits it so well for some reason. really feel good fic! → other: criminal,

➵ @zzoguri m.list personal rec ➤ of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going) ↳ a long one, but the ending is so satisfying. every moment feels well-earned! again, changmin fits f2l so bad! I love their friend group, and jacob lowkey broke me lol →

[andreafmn]

I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 16

Word Count: 4.3K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N:  my brain broke trying to figure out the Sheriff Station's layout, and I'm still not sure how it works. I swear, continuity and timelines are Jeff Davis' downfall 🫠🫠

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The drive hadn’t been long, and it had been just what (Y/N) needed. After feeling like she was suffocating in the hospital, telling her uncle and cousin how sorry she was for their loss and if they needed anything just to ask her, she told her father she’d meet him back at the house and all but sprinted out of the building. The fluorescent lights had birthed a pounding headache into her head, the cries only working to see it further into her brain. She needed to get out before her lungs were soon to follow in the malfunction.

She killed the engine and the light of her motorcycle when she saw him waiting for her outside of the building, his arms already outstretched for the hug she desperately needed. “You okay?” he asked as she crashed into his body. “You don’t look so good.”

“I fucked up, Isaac,” she sighed into his chest. “And you don’t look good either.”

“Yeah, well, I just went through a gruesome transformation under the full moon,” he chuckled softly. “What’s your excuse?”

“My aunt just killed herself, and it was, in part, because of me.”

“Well, okay. You win.” He released her from his hold to find sorry strewn across the girl’s face. Dry tears cling to her skin in lines of grey and fresh ones threatened to spill from her reddened eyes. “Tell me what happened. Why do you think it’s your fault, (Y/N)?”

“The night of the rave, when Derek and I left to get Scott, we found my aunt Victoria slowly killing him with a vaporized version of wolfsbane,” she started. “I thought about fighting her for a second. I’ve been trained well enough that I could have possibly come out alive from that fight, but Derek told me to get Scott —make sure he was okay and, most importantly, not dead. They fought for a bit as I got Scott off the floor, and then, all of a sudden, she was gone. After that, when we were in the vet's office, he told me he bit her deep enough that she would turn on the next full moon.”

“Tonight,” Isaac affirmed. “I haven’t heard either of you do anything wrong yet, (Y/N).”

“A hunter being bitten or scratched deep enough to trigger the transformation is essentially receiving a death sentence,” (Y/N) explained, her voice trembling under the force of her worries. “Argent hunters don’t turn into werewolves, Isaac. They kill themselves before it can happen—that’s part of our code. And that’s what my aunt did tonight. My cousin lost her mother because I wasn’t strong enough to fight her.”

“Hey, that’s not your fault, (Y/N).”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” she exclaimed. “I had the chance to make things different, and I didn’t. How is that not my fault?”

“Let me ask you this, did you bite here?”

“Isaac…”

“Did you?”

“No,” she grumbled.

“Did you force her to go and kill Scott?”

“Of course not.”

“And did you kill her tonight?”

“No, but…”

“There are no buts,” Isaac affirmed, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her out of her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, (Y/N). You were in the middle of a difficult situation and made a decision. That’s it. Just like Victoria decided to kill Scott, you decided to save him. And have you ever thought what would have happened if you had been the one to fight her? What if your training isn’t as good as you thought, and hers was better? Maybe there would have been two bodies in the morgue rather than one.”

“It’s just… seeing Allison and my uncle break down in front of me broke me, Isaac.” The breath she took stammered as the weight of the night fell on her shoulders. Guilt and sadness gripped her body, sinking their claws into her skin and digging themselves a home in her body. “And for some reason, Victoria protected me. She didn’t tell anyone that I had been in the room that night.”

“How did you know she didn’t?”

“Well, firstly, I doubt they would have allowed me to still be here,” she sighed. “And, somehow, I just know. Like I can feel it.”

“Then why are you still feeling guilty? You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

“And yet, Ali now doesn’t have a mother.”

“Because your family goes by really fucked up rules. I mean, sure, being a wolf isn’t all it’s chucked up to be, but it’s not enough to Jill yourself over,” Isaac retorted. “Whatever happened tonight was your aunt’s decision and hers alone. You saved someone she was killing. No one’s punishing you for that.”

(Y/N) dropped to the ground and crossed her legs under her, leaning her back against the concrete wall of the abandoned building. “Sometimes I just feel like every decision I make sets off a domino effect that I can’t control,” she said as Isaac sat beside her. “I’ve made some bad choices in my past that rippled into some pretty awful consequences, and it seems that things aren’t much different here. I just don’t want something worse to happen. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”

“No one’s gotten hurt because of you, (Y/N). People make decisions. They make their own choices, and consequences follow. Whether good or bad, something will happen. And just because you are somehow involved in their lives doesn’t mean it’s your fault.” Isaac took her hand in his, running his thumb across her knuckles in a soothing manner. “You know, I found an anchor tonight. Something to tether me to my humanity during the full moon. I told Derek I used the thought of my father as my I don’t know anchor—the father he was before he became the thing of nightmares.”

“Why did you lie?”

He chuckled softly as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure if I told him the truth, he’d probably kill me,” he said. “It was you, (Y/N).”

“Me? Why me?”

“You’re the first person that ever saw me, (Y/N),” he smiled. “I mean, before you, I went through life just existing. I had no friends, I barely played in the team, and well, nothing at home was good. Without knowing me, you offered to help me with Chemistry and Math, and you even gave me some of your lunch—which you kept doing without giving it another thought. And the more time we spent together, the closer we got. I mean, you let me stay at your place, no questions asked, after my dad died. Even after I shifted and started acting like an ass, you still cared about me. I haven’t had that in a while.”

“If it’s any consolation, I haven’t had a friend in a very long time,” she chuckled. “But, honestly, I’m very glad that it’s you. Not that I have anything against anyone else, but there’s something about you, kid.”

“I’m only a year younger than you,” he laughed, bumping her with his shoulder. “But I am glad I met you, (Y/N). Beacon Hills would have never been the same without you.”

“Well, I’m glad my parents chose this to be our forever home,” the girl smiled as she hugged Isaac’s arm. “I don’t know what I would do without an Isaac Lahey in my life.”

“Thankfully, we don’t have to know,” he chuckled. “And not that I’m ungrateful or anything, but why are you here? I thought you’d be with Derek.”

“Well, not to make you feel bad, but he wasn’t picking up his phone,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I honestly thought he’d be here with you.”

“No, he left a little after tying me up. I thought he left to go see you.”

“He hasn’t even returned my calls,” the girl worried. She lifted her legs slightly and pulled out her phone from her pocket, confirming that Derek had not even texted back. With Isaac not knowing where he was either, worry built inside (Y/N). She chewed on her nails as she let the phone ring and ring, screaming out of frustration when he did not answer. “Something’s wrong. It has to be.”

“Don’t go there. Just keep trying his phone.”

She kept calling his number, getting missed call after missed call, until finally, the call went through. “Derek?” she exclaimed. “Are you okay?’

“Oh, this isn’t Derek,” a voice she sort of recognized answered. “He’s sort of unable to get to the phone right now. But the constant ringing was making me very irritated.”

“Matt? Why do you have Derek’s phone?”

“Well, he’s sort of my hostage.”

(Y/N) wanted to gasp, let fear take over her actions as she received information. But she couldn’t. Not if what she believed was true. “You’re the one controlling the Kanima,” she said. “You’re the one that’s been killing people. Why?”

“Ugh, I would hate to have to repeat the story,” he groaned. “Why don’t you come here, to the sheriff's station? We could all have a little chat.”

“Leave her out of this,” she heard Scott grumble through the phone. And if he was there, (Y/N) didn’t want to know who else he had taken hostage. “Don’t come, (Y/N).”

“Come on, Scott. The more the merrier,” Matt taunted. “Maybe you could bring your cousin here. I really need to talk to her. She broke my heart, you know.”

“What game are you playing, Matt? What do you get out of all of this?”

“Come here and find out.” She could see the devilish smile spreading across his face, his eyes roaming over everyone who was in the station. Scott was there, which could only mean that Stiles also was. With Matt came Jackson. And Derek. But she couldn’t help but feel there were more people there. “Say bye, everyone.”

“(Y/N), don…”

Derek’s strained voice was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead, the hang-up tone filling her ear. She scrambled to her feet as she pulled the keys of her bike from her pocket, hurrying toward her motorcycle as she spoke to Isaac. “Okay, you need to stay with Boyd and Erica, make sure you guys are safe and have a way to communicate,” she instructed, her mind running a million miles a minute. “You need to stay far away from the police station, but you need to make sure your phone is still on.”

“You’re not going there by yourself, (Y/N),” Isaac argued. “Erica and Boyd can hide. I’m going with you.” 

“Absolutely not, Isaac. I’m the only one that can go. I’m immune.” 

“But you’re not invincible. You still bleed and hurt like everyone else. You can get hurt.” 

“And you can get paralyzed.” The rest of her words died in her throat as her phone vibrated with a text from her father. The hunters knew who was inside the station and they were going in for the attack with Allison leading the way. “Look,” she said, showing him her screen. “You need to stay hidden, Isaac. If you get in the way, Allison is sure to kill you. She’s on a rampage.”

“And what do you think will happen to you?”

“She doesn’t know I was there.”

“But she will know when you protect Derek. Even your dad told you to stay away.”

“Allison wouldn’t kill me.”

“How do you know?”

His words swam through her head, and, truthfully, she had no way of knowing if Allison would turn on her. She had seen firsthand how her cousin was fine with being passive-aggressive toward her, and she knew the sting of her words. But could she ever go as far as to hurt her? She had just lost her mother, and (Y/N) couldn’t have a single clue what was running through her head.

She could bide the words of Derek, Scott, and her father. They were worried, she knew that. But people’s lives were at stake, and she didn’t think she could just sit idly by. Especially not with Allison having an open season for Derek. If she could at least help him, she had to try.

“Think about it, (Y/N),” Isaac tried to reason one last time. “You have no idea what you’re walking into here. And you shouldn’t be going alone.”

“I have to help, Isaac. And you need to hide,” she restated. “If you guys need a place to lay low where no one will think you would be, lock yourselves in my room. The window is open, and no one would expect you to be there. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I promise I’ll be careful, okay? I just need to know that you’ll be safe.”

“Do you at least have a weapon on you? You’re sort of facing a lizard person and a killer, so I don’t think your fists are gonna be enough.”

With a grin on her face, she lifted the back of her shirt, exposing the gun that had been tucked away in the waist of her jeans. Then, she lifted the leg of her pants to show the knife holster on her ankle. “I never leave the house unprepared, Isaac,” she said. “And well, my dad gave me the gun before I left the hospital. Just in case. You do know there’s a lizard man running rampant around town.”

“Just be safe, (Y/N),” Isaac sighed as he wrapped her in a hug. “And let me know as soon as you’re out of the police station.”

“I will,” she assured. “Get to my house. Lock the door to my room. If Brody gets angsty just get him a treat from my bookcase. I’ll knock three times so you know it’s me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Stay safe, Lahey.”

“You too, Argent.”

(Y/N) sped as fast as she could toward the station, thankful that she had beaten the hunters there. Just not for too long.

As she killed the engine of her bike and hid it from view, black SUVs rolled into the parking lot. Hunters jumped out of the cars, guns strapped to their chests. Two of them rounded the building, probably to kill the power, while two more stood with Gerard, aiming at the station’s windows.

There were only two things (Y/N) could do. She could remain hidden and somehow sneak past the hunters and into the building, or she could pretend that she was meant to meet there with them. For some reason, she chose the latter.

“Ah, (Y/N),” Gerard was the first one to see her as she neared the group. “I’m glad to see you here. I assume Henry has brought you up to date.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m here.”

“And where were you? I assumed you would meet us at Chris’ home.”

“I was almost back home when dad texted. Figured I’d come here where I was needed.”

“A true Argent at heart,” he smiles. The way the corners of his mouth extended sent shivers down her spine, and she thought that maybe he knew everything that had happened. But there was no chance… right? Victoria wouldn’t have confided in him… right? Those were things she could not know. “Well then, you’re with us. I assume you have something other than yourself to protect you.”

“Of course,” she replied, pulling out her gun. “A hunter is always prepared.”

“Very good,” he chuckled proudly. “Now, we are going for Derek Hale. If anyone stands in our way… well, so be it. That’s Allison’s plan.”

“So be it,” (Y/N) chorused, swallowing the fear that threatened to strangle her. “I’m ready.”

“That’s good to hear.” Suddenly, the sound of electricity being killed filled the air. Gerard turned toward the pair of hunters and instructed them to start shooting the second the power inside turned off. They let their weapons run without caring who or what they were hitting, their one goal was intimidation and fear. "Shakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Let’s show them some love.”

At his instruction, the same hunters released gas bombs through the shattered windows, making it easier to conceal them as they walked inside. If innocent bystanders got hurt, then so be it. It was war, nothing else mattered.

“(Y/N) and I will walk in through the front first,” Henry said. “You three follow through the back. We have no idea who else is in there right now/”

“Okay,” Allison nodded. “Be careful.”

“Of course.”

“And Derek? He’s mine.”

The words made (Y/N)’s veins burn. Allison wasn’t there to defend anyone, or even coming in to save her own boyfriend and her friend. She was there for blood. (Y/N) could see it in her eyes.

She walked alongside her father as they snuck in through the dark back door, trying their best to keep silent, her hands extended before them as they cleared the area they walked through. Her chest heaved in anticipation, and nerves ran inside her like a rampage. There was no way to know what they were walking into, but she did know who she had to walk out with.

“You go get your friend,” her father whispered. “I’ll keep moving to the back exit to join them.”

“What if they figure you out, dad?”

“I’ve been doing this for far longer than you have,” he chuckled quietly. “You don’t have to worry about me, kid.” 

With a soft smile and a nod, they walked into the fog. As soon as they were out of view, (Y/N) took the front position, blinking away the sting from the smoke. “Derek?” she called out as quietly as she could. “Derek, where are you?”

Doors slammed shut and broke right after, glass and wood bursting through the ground, and all (Y/N) could hope was that none of it was masking the sound of anyone getting hurt. Well… at least not anyone she cared about.

“Derek,” she continued to call as she cleared the reception area and the front offices, trying her hardest to see through the darkness and the cloudiness. “Please, where are you?”

“Over here,” she finally heard him croak out. “I’m here.”

She followed the sound of his voice until she found him trying to lift his body with a chair. He struggled under his own weight as his limbs came back alive slowly, too slowly. “Oh god, Derek,” she said as she ran to help him up. “Your leg is bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” he groaned slightly. “Do you have a knife?”

“Excuse me?”

“I need you to stab me.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“I already triggered the healing process in my body,” he said. “I just need something to make it work faster.”

Without giving it much thought, (Y/N) slid to her ankle and pulled out her knife. “Where?” she asked before Derek pointed to his leg. “Please don’t hate me.”

She drew her arm back and punched the blade onto his thigh, her cut joining the five smaller ones he had created. A growl left his body as she pulled out the knife, his face transforming and his eyes glowing red. He breathed heavily as he steadied himself, swallowing the pain from the stab as feeling returned to the rest of his body.

“We need to get you out of here,” she said. “My family is here to kill you tonight.”

“I can’t,” he said. “I’ve gotta get to the holding cells. “There’s people that need help.”

“If Allison finds you, she’ll shoot to kill, Derek,” (Y/N) stated. “Her mom killed herself tonight, and she knows it’s because you bit her. Allison blames you for Victoria’s death.”

“I’m not leaving until they’re safe,” he retorted. “And your cousin is the least of my worries.”

“Fine,” the girl relented. She knew there was no fight to be won. The faster they rescued whoever else was in there, the faster they could go. “Lead the way.”

He took off in a fast walk down hallways and doors, keeping an arm behind him to shield (Y/N). “I’ll go for Jackson. You go for Matt,” he whispered. “Maybe we have a chance that way.”

“Jackson can’t paralyze me.”

“But he sure as hell can hurt you. Or…”

“Okay,” she stopped him. “I’ll try and get Matt.”

As they neared the cells, she could hear Scott’s mother begging for her son’s life, and all Matt could do was chastise her for not knowing what her son was. But his words soon died in his throat as Derek growled menacingly.

For a second, she believed she had him. With her gun outstretched in front of her, she walked tentatively toward Matt. His eyes flickered from side to side until, finally, they stopped beside him. Out of the darkness, the Kanima appeared and sank his claws into her arm, sending her flying against the wall. The air got knocked out of her lungs, and pain shot through her entire back.

Derek grabbed Jackson and slammed him on the desk, the distraction allowing Matt to escape. But not without (Y/N) shooting his right shoulder. Or maybe his arm. Her vision had been blurry, but she knew she had at least grazed him. The groan that had left his mouth told her so. But (Y/N) couldn’t dwell on him any longer, by the time she’d be able to work up the strength to run, he’d be long gone. What she could do was help the people in the room she was in.

Wolf and Kanima battled as they each fought for dominance, but Jackson was just too strong and too fast. His body was too close to the cell, and the girl knew she couldn’t risk shooting him. One wrong move, and she’d hit Melissa or the sheriff. All she could do was fight him head-on and hope for the best.

She slipped the knife out of her ankle once more and rushed Jackson from the back, digging the knife just below his ribs and pulling up. But all that did was anger him more. With extended claws, he slapped her across the face, sending her barreling to the ground once more. The sting from her arm didn’t even compare to the sting on her face and the bounce her head did off the ground. It was stupid to fight him hand-to-hand, but she had to at least try.

An angry growl escaped Derek as he got off the floor and saw (Y/N) holding her head. Without thinking, he ran toward Jackson, with all the intent of knocking him like he had done to her. But he used the bars of the cell to lift his body and kick Derek straight to the chest and across the room.

Suddenly, as the Kanima hissed in Melissa’s face, Scott appeared and stuck his claws into the creature's ribs and pulled him off the bars. After being unhanded, Jackson slithered out the door, possibly in search of his fleeing master.

Derek jumped over the desk that kept her from (Y/N) and helped her up before signaling to follow him. They ran through the halls, but if there was any sign of Jackson before, it was gone. “Fuck!” the man grumbled. “He’s gone.”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I shouldn’t have gotten in the way. I…”

“Shh,” he interrupted.

“Derek, I…”

“There’s someone there.”

He pressed them flush against the wall, his arm draping protectively in front of her. They didn’t know who it was, but it wouldn’t take long to find out.

“What are you doing here?” Scott’s voice echoed down the hall. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“Trust me, I’m aware of that.”

Gerard. A gasp threatened to escape her mouth, and (Y/N) clamped her hands on top of her mouth to muffle any sound. The last thing she would have ever guessed was that Scott was working with her grandfather.

“I’ve done everything you asked for,” Scott continued. “I joined Derek’s pack, I’ve given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson…”

“And leave him to us,” Gerard interjected. He told Scott everything he wanted to hear but gave away just one crucial thing. He would be the one to handle Matt and Jackson. Not the hunters. Gerard. “Go!”

Scott ran past the pair, unaware they had heard everything. Derek’s face had fallen in shame, his entire demeanor dropping as he realized he’d been betrayed. But the defeat only lasted a second as his attention turned to (Y/N).

“Are you okay?” he asked as he looked her over. Blood dripped down her cheek and her arm, and some stained the hair on the back of her head. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. About all of this. I…”

“Not now, okay,” he said softly. “You need to get home. Clean those wounds up. Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous?”

“No, I feel fine,” (Y/N) grumbled. “Listen, Derek.”

“I need to get you home,” he continued, still interrupting everything she had to say. “You need to go.”

 “What’s going on, Derek? Is it about what Scott said? I mean…”

“No. I just…,” he sighed, but the words seemed to die in his throat as he tried to get them out. “Let’s just get you home. Did you come here on your bike?”

“Yeah.”

“Give me the keys,” Derek said, extending his hand. “I’ll drive you home and come get my car after. Are your parents there?”

“My dad’s here, and my mom’s waiting at my uncle's house.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

(Y/N) followed without much fight. Her body was filled with exhaustion, and she barely had the energy to walk to her bike. But she couldn’t help the dread that slipped into her as she clung to Derek’s waist. He wasn’t just saddened by Scott’s actions. There was a fear inside him that ran deeper than betrayal, and it scared her to think that it had anything to do with her.

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[madamefist]

"7- Poor Buttercup! My heart broke for her in this chapter! 😢

7 - She's going through it.. You wait till the next chapter 🫠😬"

"8- Butch is the best boyfriend Buttercup could ever asked for! 😭

8 - 😬😬😬"

"you're all going to hate me after I post this next chapter 😬 Like chapter 8 is.. I'll just say sorry now."

...Oh my God... BRICK!!! DO SOMETHING BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

Lol! Can't wait to see how you are gonna break my heart to pieces! xD 🥲

And honestly, don't worry too much. We're not going to hate you. I actually started caring about the greens (especially Buttercup) when they get involved in some heavy shit like this. I only read your fanfic for the Reds, I never cared about the Greens nor the Blues (especially the Blues). And that's not because you didn't write them well, it's just that they always were meh to me. xD

But the last chapter you did really made me care about Buttercup and sympathize with her. So, what you're doing is a good thing for her character (even though it was so painful to read! xD 😭).

So, don't worry and do what you do best. 🙂

And this is an Ask, so I should ask you something! 🤣: So, you said you don't know when you will update after chapter 8. Does that mean chapter 9 is not written yet? Because I remember you saying you had written until chapter 11.

Another question: When exactly do you think you will release chapter 8?

Hi! Love to hear you've become more invested in the greens! They're a close second to the reds for me - it's the blues I struggle with, which I think is clear in my writing. I do need to work on it. But yeah I'm with you, they reel me in the least too, however I want to get better at writing them in a way that does peak my own interests let alone anyone elses! Yeah I have written up to chapter 12 I do believe.. I am not 100 percent on that though as I haven't actually sat down & looked at any of my writing in a long time. I'm tackling tumblr first, then ao3 & ff.net! Then I'm going to look at updating. I'll be updating Prophecy first. I can't give you an actual date, or any idea of when it will be, how soon it will come etc.. But it will be soon. As I said in my previous response, things have been tough personally for me at the moment, but I'm trying to find my joy again & one of the ways I am doing that is to try and get back into writing. I miss it deeply. I'll try to be a little more forthcoming with general updates from here on out anyway. Thanks for sticking around regardless! MF

[lexxlouuu]

How you get the Girl

Chapter 5 : Girls just wanna have Fun

Warnings: cursing, drinking

Earnhardt_Lily

Life Lately…..

Liked by lucejohnson, addie_stewart95, and 2,500 others

lucejohnson: How you still have not gotten your living room put together is mind boggling to me still 🤪

Earnhardt_Lily: @lucejohnson a bit harsh don’t ya think 😅

addie_stewart: @lucejohnson it kind of suits her don’t you think 😆😆

maxverstappen1: I thought you said you went furniture shopping?!

Earnhardt_Lily: maxverstappen1 I did 😆🙈 I am just to lazy to move it all in and set up

I come home, in the mornin’ light

My mother says, When you gonna live your life right?

Oh mother dear, we’re not the fortunate ones

And girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have fun

addie_stewart95

Is it really 2 weeks before the first race of the season unless you go karting against the besties 🏎️🏎️🏎️

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Username1: does this mean new Don’t tell the Grid episodes 🥺🥺

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Username2: I cannot wait for the new season… how does one choose which race to watch 😭😭

lucejohnson: how is it that I always beat you two at karting and yet your the ones that get paid $$$ to drive fast 🧐🧐🧐

patriciooward: 🧐🧐🧐

landonorris: 😳😳 @addie_stewart95 do you really lose every year to Luce ?

tsrsmoke: did you finally beat Luce this year?

addie_stewart95: landonorris this is false, I don’t lose every year… only sometimes 🫠🫠🫠

addie_stewart95: tsrsmoke why do you have to call me out like that dad ? 🤪

lucejohnson: @addie_stewart95 the stomping of the feet say otherwise 😆🙈

Earnhardt_Lily: landonorris ,tsrsmoke ,patriciooward she lost AGAIN this year 🫣😁

Username3: @Username2 for real I’m going to have indycar pulled up on the tv and the f1 app pulled up on the laptop and somehow try to keep up with both races 😫

The phone rings, in the middle of the night

My father yells, What you gonna do with your life

Oh daddy dear, you know your still number one

But girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have fun

Getting out of the go kart and taking off my helmet, I look over at Addie and Luce. Grinning at them before saying “Another year and another preseason karting session where Addie loses” the comment has Luce falling to her knees laughing as she is getting out of her kart. Smiling I look back waiting for Addie’s response “Har Har, at least I know that I’ll have the best strategist in Indy Car” she shoots back with a playful roll of her eyes. The statement not being wrong as Addy has won the Indy 500 at least 3 times, and the championship at least twice in ten going on eleven seasons in Indy Car. Every year since Addie started racing in Indy Car we have raced each other in go karts before the season starts. Eleven years down and we are still doing said tradition. More often than not Luce is the one that wins. Both Addie and I always asking her why not join Formula 1 or Indy Car. To which her response is always the same, she would rather be the one to make the fastest car and call the strategies than be the one behind the wheel. The tradition is always fun and releases all the stress and anxiety of a new season. Not knowing how the cars will perform or how the other teams cars will perform. Especially this season with new car, new team, new series.

So immersed in my thoughts I barely heard Addie ask a question.. “sorry, what did you say Ads?” I ask her looking over to my right

To which she playfully turn grinned before shoving her hands in her pockets and slowing asking “How are you feeling about the season?”

“Better, the car looks good, I am excited to get it on the track and test it out.” I say with a shrug

“I think you’ll be great. What do you think of Max as a teammate? Is he nice?” I heard rumblings if some of the drivers not being happy a female is joining the grid.” Luce quietly asked as if nervous about the response

“Yeah he’s nice, he has been super supportive and helpful. I know he gives off this grumpy vibe but he’s been kind. As for the other drivers I have yet to meet the others but I’m sure I will in 2 weeks. So who knows we’ll have to see.” I tell her with another shrug. Not really wanting to think about the reactions of the other teams I will be physically meeting in two weeks.

“I know that Lando and Oscar are excited. Lando has been texting me nonstop. Between talk of the cars and trying to get me to spill all your driving secrets.. kidding on the driving secrets part. But really I think your going to have a wonderful season. Don’t worry about any of the others who are stuck in the past. You have so many people cheering you on, I promise you won’t feel alone” Addie tells me walking over before pulling me in for a hug which turns into a group hug with Luce joining in.

With a shaky voice and on the verge of tears I mumble to the girls “I am going to miss you guys so much when you leave”

“Then we’ll just have to plan out a crazy amount of episodes for the podcast.” Addie states grinning

“Yeah, just think of the content, inside scoop on the f1 grid, Nascar grid and Indy grid” Luce adds laughter in her voice. Bad thoughts and tears forgotten.

That’s all they really want

Some fun

When the workin day is done

Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls, they wanna have fun (girls, they want)

(Wanna have fun, girls)

(Wanna have)

Earnhardt_Lily

Going to miss the besties like crazy.. bring on racing season 🏎️🏎️🏎️

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arrowmclaren: 🧡🧡🧡🧡

redbullracing: ❤️💙❤️💙

[elitadream]

Hi Elita!🤗 I took my younger brother to go see the movie (believe me, the wait since Wednesday’s release was PAIN😩😂), and, oh man, like you’ve mentioned, I have a *few* thoughts😅. I will say, the animation and easter eggs were pretty spot on. But, imo, it REALLY could’ve benefited from just, like 20 more minutes of run time. The pacing was, something else😂, especially when Mario and Peach first meet (and ofc, I have a few thoughts on that scene🫠), the journey to DK, and the fire flower field scene (my opinion on that whole scene? Ehhh😬😂). If felt very rushed at times to me unfortunately. I could go on, but those are my general thoughts on the movie from a production standpoint. I’d love to hear your thoughts, and discuss more!☺️❤️

Hey there Sherman! Hope you had a nice time regardless! 😊💛

ALSO YEAH, UM- >< 👀 I've seen many reviews and bullet point lists detailing the movie's strengths and weaknesses so far, and while I have a lot to say about it as well (both good and bad), I was a bit unsure how to proceed with this. Partly because I have very mixed feelings about it overall. 🙇‍♀️

I'm currently exploring a few ideas showcasing what I loved and what I wished had been done differently, but other than those, I think I'll try to refrain from going on a public rant and simply continue working on my previous concepts instead. 😂 I'd be happy to discuss the movie in-depth with you if you're comfortable with private messages though!! I've been talking with a few people since wednesday and the conversations have been very interesting! 🧠

[narcopharmacist]

Short Dramione fic review (and some spoilers too)

It's been a while since I finished a long fic/multi-chapter (The Binding by curly_kay). I've only read oneshots so far, because I just could not seem to have the courage to commit to another long fic yet.

Here are the oneshots that I read this week:

Evigilatio by darkcivet - I didn't read the tags so I was confused as to why Draco was suddenly transforming. Anyways cute story, loved the smut. 😉

Blink (dmhgchallenge drabbles) by blackestfaery - SEVERELY underrated. Despite having very short stories, they're fun to read. Lighthearted, fluff.

In All Honesty by darkcivet - this was hilarious 😂 Lighthearted, fluff, fun! Dumbledore was in it yall! He's a shipper!

Exposé (Ginny's Version) by undercoverdrxco - a fun read, implied smut. Loved it! Ginny is our detective, and she KNOWS for sure Hermione's got a man because guess what, she HEARD them 😂 Her first guesses were wrong though!

Marked as Mine by LilithShade - set in an omegaverse. Draco is A, Hermione is O. Smut was hot. Plot twist was good. We got implied NottPott in it too.

One Pleasant Memory by Musyc - my god. So this was set when Draco just got sectum sempra'd by Harry. He's in the hospital wing. Hermione, for whatever reason rushed to see him. They weren't even tgt at the time. Things get spicy later. And guess what, we have a v!Draco here! Hermione isn't 😉 The story ends when the trio are in the Malfoy manor, and Draco has to identify them in front of Bellatrix.

Most of these recommendations were published just a few years from the release of the last Harry Potter movie, because I have a tab that's set to filter Dramione stories from 2011 to 2015, because, as I have mentioned in my previous posts, I wanted to read fics that were fresh from the completion of the movies.

Additionally , here are the DNFs of my night.

On the Nature of Daylight byt ikorous

--> I think this is one of the highly recommended set-in-Hogwarts fics.

I bookmarked this a while back after reading the summary, and I decided to try reading the first chapters of it. I read the tags, dom Draco/sub Hermione (I could totally do that), but then here comes the toxic Draco train (it just popped into my head I swear). I looked this up on Reddit again to see the comments about this, and most said that this had amazing smut. I was definitely in for that. However when people asked for fics similar to this, the damned Water by kissherdraco was recommended. We know how that ended for me (I hated it), but I decided to continue on with this because the structure of the paragraphs was cohesive anyway.

The first 2 chapters I did not really find Draco to be immediately toxic at all (vs Water by Tyla- I mean kissherdraco). He was horny. But because I was dreading the ending after seeing that this fic had an "angst" tag, and I did not see a "happy ending or HEA" tag, I contemplated on skipping to the end of the story to figure out if I could spare my time reading this one. I'm glad I did skip to the end. I checked the comments first, and they were all heartbroken. So then I went to reading the last chapter before the epilogue. I found out that the ending was before the Deathly Hollows, or somewhere during, because it ended with Dumbledore getting killed, and before the war, or the war was just brewing.

Draco left. He was a Death Eater.

I read the chapter preceding the final chapter. Okay there was smut. The dirty talk, jfc. Draco's nicknames for Hermione. I cringed. I just saw insta posts where people shared nicknames that were icky, and it all began with "little." Bestie this was full of it. "Little kitten" 🫠🤢

The dirty talking... It just felt so OOC. Especially Draco. I just could not.

Anyways, I don't have to have my heart broken. I'm satisfied with the contents I read from this fic, even if they were select chapters.

I heard this had a sequel? But author mentioned in the notes/comments that it's gonna be darker, so F that.

A Dish Best Served Cold by MistessLynn

--> Smut, yet again. Of course I'm in here for the smut, but Hermione here was so OOC I had to stop 😂🙈

Set in Hogwarts 8th year. The buildup was really good, until Hermione did the thang 😭💀 I had to skip the entire part. Well, I skipped to the end.

You might be wondering, why on earth do I want to read smut but stop when they do all the weird things? Well I cannot imagine them being so OOC. I don't like it 😭 It does not feel natural for them, the characters, especially the ones in my head. I want them to stick to the original characterization.

This is basically all I can post about tonight.

I would love to reread The Binding.

I'm thinking of making another post about a fic I highly recommend. Though it may need trigger warnings.

Toodleloo!

[yssai-nne]

just finished reading “the fall” by heartslogos,,, i need a few business days before I could recover

(+spoiler warning for those who want to read it)

by the 6th/last chapter i was already going through it

esp when Alhaitham was collecting pieces of Kaveh scattered across teyvat and see how his dream(alcazarzaray) resonated with others, that kaveh was not the only one who was grieving for alcazarzaray, but everyone he came across when he was building it, and shared his dream with mourned for it and him. That even though 300 years have passed sinced the curse took root in Kaveh and the palace, those people and those that came after them were still grieving for him. I especially liked that one scene with the glassmaker from Natlan, whose ancestor moved to Sumeru because he saw the dream that Kaveh saw. AND YALL WRITING ON THE WALL WAS EVEN PLAYING WHEN ALHAITHAM FINISHED COLLECTING AND WAS ABT TO GO BACK TO ALCAZARZARAY

and at the end when alhaitham was making a form again for Kaveh AT THE EXPENSE OF HIMSELF😭😭 and Kaveh begging him to stop. Them finally seeing e/o for the first time and they can’t even be happy for long because alhaitham’s first curse of death was finally taking hold of him

there wasnt a mcd warning but I really thought alhaitham was going to die😭😭 But damn when Alcazarzaray, THE FCKING PALACE, finally released its pent up grief/anger/loss and LOVE, ITS LOVE FOR ALHAITHAM AND KAVEH AND TAKING HOLD OF ALHAITHAM’S CURSE, PUTTING IT UPON ITSELF

LIKE HOW DID THEY WRITE THAT GOOD FOR YOU TO CRY OVER A BUILDING DESTROYING ITSELF

so yon, they both realized that the prophecies beforehand was abt the palace of alcazarzaray🫠🫠 the one who removed alhaitham’s curse was alcazarzaray. The one who loved Kaveh so much that it will offer itself at the expense of itself was also alcazarzaray

yea,, and not to mention their writing, soo good

[mint-yooxgi]

I've been working and stressing for this whole time and come back to lots of updates and to the fact that you're writing a fantasy novel??!! WHAT THE HECK JACKIE🫠

First off, congratulations on the novel I would love to read it once it is officially finished and available I'm a hundred percent certain it will be absolutely amazing 😊 I'm so proud of you and I know this won't be the last one you write and publish so all the best to you and your future endeavours we'll be cheering you on from the sidelines

Secondly, the updates I just went through a lot of updates so my head is still spinning 😅 I'm still processing so I'll just run through everything I remember now.

PG - I loved all the healing scenes with the guys it was wonderful, WYs smut scene was just absolute filth in the best way possible I loved it and all the sweetness, the way he was clingy after was really funny OC knows how to handle him though 😂, the garden scene was great San and Captain are just angels 😇, I love seeing her get stronger too and the scene where she hits the dummy their reactions 🤧🫠, her little nephew is here 😍, the weapons rooms were awesome love that she's making her own weapon with Mon's teeth, SHs scene was unexpected but greatly appreciated he needed some loving 🤧♥️ oh and I can't wait for HJs scene I'm excited 🤗

MM - YH and YS going to the market with her is just so cute I loved it, the whole scenes with the kids were adorable I wanted to cry when they started calling them uncle🥲, how OC saved YH from the situation is so wonderful plus she got rid of the problem couple so great😌, OC really put the couple in their place but YS calling OC his fated had me dying 😫🫠 I'm excited for what's to come

I haven't read the new update of the YS fic I will do so ASAP 🙃

I also read the prologue of the new series and it sounds great 🥹

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Hehehe welcome back!

Thank you so much! I definitely plan on keeping you all updated on the novel, especially when it comes time for it to be released! I'm going to be using a pen name for it so I'll give more details when I have them for sure!

Oh, if you thought Wooyoung's smut was filthy, just wait until Joong's tonight ;)

Hehehe I'm so glad you've been enjoying the PG updates!! Believe me, I have plenty more where that came from, there's so much planned that I have so stay tuned!

Omg yes! Morning Mist has so much more coming for it, I promise!! I'm super excited to develop the other's relationships with the oc, but the story is just on a back burner for now as I work on other things. Unless I get super inspired to work on the next chapter soon... which could happen lol

Thanks so much for the lovely ask!! I really appreciate it!!