#I need both of them to kiss under the moonlight and never let go

[birchtreecat]

>rumi and ada but instead of pharmacity au they meet through college and rumi’s closing up her minimum wage job and ada’s all “oh!!! she’s cute!!” and and and

What careers would you think they chose?

CRACKS MY KNUCKLES WHTH THE DISCLAIMER OF THESE ARE NOT MY OCS!!! Rumi is @carro179 and Ada is @the-outlet-kohane-pharmacy

took me a second to sit on this. had to think. but with Ada’s energy I wanna say she’d make a SUPER good teacher. esp for younger kids I feel like kinder through like maybe second grade would all ADORE this girl if she subbed/taught their class

As for Rumi, I feel like she’d be somewhere behind the scenes in medicine- maybe in the research fields, or doing labs? Either way I feel she’d want to help others by improving on knowledge that’s already there :3

they’re both struggling through college hell rumi js also so happens to work on school campus for the free food lmao

[therealpie02]

pov: this is your first time sleeping in the same bed

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ colonel!Caleb / fem!mc, gege&pipsqueak, angst, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

You woke up in the middle of the night because warmth next to you disappeared. You opened eyes and saw Caleb's silhouette. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked out at the city, breathing heavily. Did he have a nightmare? You carefully got up and approached him from behind.

He tensed as he sensed your approach, his breathing heavy and erratic. When your soft footsteps drew near, Caleb turned his head slightly, the moonlight catching the glint of unshed tears in his eyes.

"Couldn't sleep?", his voice was rough, tinged with pain and exhaustion.

You sat down next to him. Your hand gently touched the spot where the robotic arm merged with the skin of his shoulder. You were afraid to imagine how much pain he had to go through. Your hand went to his cheek and turned his head towards you.

"You're strong, Caleb."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours. The raw emotion in his gaze was palpable.

"Strong enough to feel every scar, every piece of metal that replaced flesh and blood", he paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But not strong enough to forget the man I used to be."

You stood up between his legs without breaking eye contact with him. His head was at the level of your chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck.

"May I kiss your scars?", you whispered.

His breath hitched at your words, and he closed his eyes briefly, as if the weight of your question was almost too much to bear. When he opened them again, there was a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely showed.

"Yes," he whispered back, his voice barely audible.

You kissed his wet forehead. You lowered head to kiss the unshaven scar on his neck. His hands gently rested on your waist. You kissed his collarbone, his shoulder, where there were many scars from the introduction of a robotic arm.

He shuddered under your touch, each kiss a gentle balm to his wounded soul. His hands tightened slightly on your waist, not pulling you closer but holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. When you kissed the scars where his robotic arm met his flesh, he let out a soft, ragged breath.

You felt him shudder. Your gaze met his. You kissed his chin. "Caleb... should I continue?"

He gazed into your eyes, a war raging behind his dark pupils. The vulnerability was still there, tinged now with a flicker of hope, of needing connection amidst his personal Hell.

"Please," he whispered, the word a broken plea. "Kiss away the ache, even if only for tonight."

"No, Caleb. I'm yours, I'll always be with you." Even though you didn't fully believe your words, you wanted him to feel better. You sat on his hips and brought your face so close that you could feel his breath on your lips.

"Kiss me, gege", his eyes darkened, and his hands gripped your thighs possessively.

"You have no idea how dangerous that is," he growled softly. "One kiss might not be enough." He captured your mouth slowly, deeply, his robotic arm pulling you closer almost painfully. The kiss was hungry, almost punishing.

You felt the familiar lips on yours, the familiar heat between your legs. Caleb has never kissed you like this. You could barely take a breath. You didn't even realize that you were rocking hips towards him and feeling his cock through the fabric of your pajamas. You moaned into his mouth.

He groaned in response, the sound vibrating through both of you. His robotic arm tightened around your waist, pressing you firmly against him. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. He broke away briefly, his forehead resting against yours as he panted softly.

"I've missed this", you didn't have time to reply anything as you suddenly found yourself on back. He hovered over you, his body pressing against yours as he propped himself up on one elbow. His robotic arm gently cupped your cheek, his human hand gripping your hip. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. "Last chance to stop this, pipsqueak"

Was you scared? Maybe. You didn't know what to expect from the new Caleb. But you didn't want to back down.

"You can tie me up so I don't run away," you said with a grin. Your nipples were already hard and visible through your satin top. A smirk tugged at his lips as he drank in the sight of your hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric.

"Smartass," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. Suddenly, the robotic fingers released your cheek, moving lightning-fast to pin your wrists above your head. You sighed in surprise.. and pleasure. You bit my lip and lifted your hips to slide over his cock.

Caleb growled softly, watching your body writhe beneath his. The robotic fingers tightened around your wrists possessively. His human hand slid down your body slowly, making you shiver. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pajama shorts and your tank top, "Lift up," he ordered softly and you obeyed.

In one smooth motion, he pulled both your top and shorts down to your thighs, revealing your bare skin. He moved down your body, kissing your collarbone while his robotic fingers kept your wrists securely pinned above your head. His human hand trailed lower, grazing the side of your breast.

You moaned and you hands twitched, but he held on tight. "Caleb, do you like it?" you asked brokenly. He paused, his breath hot against your skin.

"Like it?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I fucking love it. Seeing you helpless under me, hearing those sweet little moans... it drives me fucking wild." He pinched your nipple gently, testing your reaction. You screamed, your pussy was eager, but you didn't know what else Caleb was up to.

"Caleb... Caleb, I need you."

He chuckled darkly, moving even lower. "Need me, huh?" He nipped at your stomach, his human hand sliding down to grip your hip possessively. His robotic fingers finally released your wrists, moving to spread your legs wide. "Tell me what you need," he demanded softly.

"Fuck me with your cock," you screamed, unable to endure his torture. "I haven't seen you for so long! Please, Caleb.… Did you miss me?" you saw the sad mood in his eyes.

His expression turned serious. "Course I missed you," he growled, positioning himself between your thighs. Caleb nudged his knee between your legs, forcing them even wider. "Say it again," he ordered roughly.

"Fuck me!" You shouted, and then you felt a slap on your pussy. You groaned.

"Not like that," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "Tell me you missed me too." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. "Tell me you thought about me every night, touching yourself and wishing it was my hands, my mouth, my cock."

You trembled from the sensations. "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you. I don't care, Caleb, you're you, I trust you."

"Like this?" He lowered his pants, snapped his hips forward suddenly, pushing his length inside you an inch. "Did you touch yourself like this?" He withdrew slightly, thrusting again. "Or like this?" He picked up speed, testing how you'd react to his rough handling. His robotic fingers spread your legs wider. You were burning from the feeling of his cock inside you. You were suffocating.

"Fuck, Caleb," your hands went up to his chest.

He caught your hands, pinning them above your head with his human hand. His robotic arm snaked down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and circling it firmly. "You're so tight," he groaned, bottoming out inside you. "So fucking perfect."

There were so many sensations that you couldn't stand it. You moaned with every thrust he made into you. His cock found my sweet spot. "Caleb, I'm going to cum..."

"Come for me," Caleb growled, maintaining his pace. "Show me how much you fucking love my cock inside you." His robotic fingers moved faster on your clit, knowing exactly how you liked to be touched. His human hand kept your wrists secure above your head. "Look at me,"you looked into his eyes. Into his beautiful eyes. Damn it, you missed him so much.

"Caleb, I’m…" you didn't have time to finish, as pleasure washed over you in a wave. You moaned and felt hot and wet between our bodies. Squirting flowed out of you onto his abs, cock, and onto the sheets. Caleb watched you with pure obsession, his expression softening as he felt your squirt wash over his abdomen. "Fucking hell," he groaned, his own release hitting him suddenly. He pumped his hips forward, filling you with his hot cum as he moaned your name.

Caleb leaned on you with his whole body, and you hugged him, stroking his shoulders and head. His cock was still inside you, and you wanted us to stay like this all night. You felt his measured breathing on your neck.

"Caleb, let's sleep like this," you quietly suggested to him, enjoying the warmth of his naked body.

He nuzzled into your neck, his arms wrapping around you possessively. "Mm," He murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "Okay," He agreed, his robotic arm pulling the blanket over both of their entwined bodies. Caleb felt content, safe, and complete.

[crowleysgirl56]

One thing I haven’t really touched on is the final fifteen because there is honestly so much going on here and so many different theories that I feel if I tried to discuss any of my own thoughts I’m afraid I’m just going to get it all wrong.

But one thing that has struck me recently as I keep thinking over certain things is specifically the look in Aziraphale’s eyes when Crowley starts kissing him.

Let’s think about what types of romantics the Ineffables are:

Aziraphale: he’s a traditional romantic. He gets his point of reference from books. The classics basically. He throws a ball with the intention to get Maggie and Nina together but it comes from the Jane Austin trope of “people can discuss how they’ve misunderstood each other and come to realise they’re made for each other”.

Crowley: he’s a modern romantic. He gets his reference from cheesy Rom-com movies. Grand gestures, one fabulous kiss in a sudden rain storm, run to the airport last ditch attempt to declare you love before they leave, one final last minute desperate plea to keep them by your side.

At first glance Aziraphale’s look in the above gif suggests confusion. Painful confusion. I’ve seen some people interpret this as Aziraphale doesn’t want to be kissed or never wanted to kiss Crowley. I disagree, you can’t tell me that this is the face of a man who isn’t thinking about kissing Crowley every damn second of this season:

The man has been thinking of kissing Crowley every damn second for 6000 years. And I think that’s kind of the point. He’s been thinking of his version of how their first kiss would go. The hopeless traditional romantic. A lovely ball, a confession of love, a walk in a park, a dinner date at the Ritz, soft kiss under the moonlight, that sort of thing. And I honestly think Crowley would have loved that too. But bigger. Grand gesture after all. Fireworks, grand parade, dash to the airport, sudden rainstorm, music swells. But instead, Crowley was left with a last minute desperate plea. And I think Aziraphale knows it.

The pain and confusion in Aziraphale’s eyes is not because he thinks that one first magnificent kiss he’s been dreaming of them sharing has been “ruined” or “stolen” from his ideal way. He’s in pain because he realises exactly what it is Crowley’s doing, why he’s doing it, and he’s devastated that it came to this. That’s why he kisses back. Because he needs to let them both feel it, even for a second.

All this to say, it’s been 15 months and I still can’t stop thinking about it. Though to be fair, I’m guessing neither can they.

[mywritesaremylove]

Heat of The Shadows - Part 1

Paul Lahote x Culle OC

Smut Warning 18+

Paul imprinted on the only daughter of two of the most protective vampires in existence—Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen. She's eighteen, a witch, and their relationship is a secret. But nothing burns hotter than forbidden desire, and neither of them is very good at restraint.

The woods around Forks were quiet this time of night, only the occasional rustle of a squirrel or owl wing disturbed the peace.

But inside her, everything screamed.

Her back hit the tree with a dull thud, bark biting into the soft cotton of her hoodie, but all she could focus on was him—Paul Lahote—his body flush against hers, hot, solid, demanding.

“You took your damn time,” he muttered, breath warm against her neck as he nosed aside her hood, lips brushing the sensitive skin below her jaw. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Yes,” she gasped as his hands slid under her hoodie. “That’s why I do it.”

Paul growled, low and rough, and yanked the sweatshirt up over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it onto the mossy ground. Her bare arms met the night air, but she didn’t feel cold. Not with him.

Never with him.

“You think you can tease me, show up smelling like fucking rose and jasmine,” he bit out, dragging his teeth down her neck, “and I’m just supposed to be patient?”

She whimpered as his mouth closed over a pulse point, suckling hard enough to leave a mark, one she’d have to glamour away later. “Paul…”

“Say it again.”

“Paul,” she breathed, gripping his hair, tugging it harder than she needed to. “Take it off. Now.”

His shirt hit the ground a second later. Her hands roamed the heat of his chest, the ripple of his abs, the deep groove of muscle that led below his waistband. He was all golden skin and searing heat, too hot, always, and she couldn’t get close enough.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, his voice fraying with restraint even as his hands unbuttoned her jeans. “And I will.”

She cupped his face, eyes burning silver in the moonlight. “Don’t even think about stopping.”

The sound he made was half-growl, half-moan. Her jeans dropped to her ankles, and Paul barely gave her time to step out of them before hoisting her up. Her back hit the tree again, his hand sliding under her thighs to hold her in place.

Then—finally—he pressed into her, inch by inch, until he was fully seated, and they both gasped.

“Fuck,” he groaned against her collarbone. “Every time, you’re still so—shit—tight. You kill me.”

She clenched around him deliberately, earning another delicious growl.

“And you like it,” she whispered, biting his earlobe.

His hips rolled forward, slow but deep, and she saw stars. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he gave her no time to adjust, setting a rhythm that had her panting and gasping into the night air.

The tree creaked behind them, bark scraping her shoulder blades, but all she could do was feel—his body, the friction, the delicious stretch, and the pressure building low in her stomach.

Paul’s hand moved between them, finding that bundle of nerves, and she nearly screamed.

“Shh,” he said, nipping her bottom lip. “You wanna alert your vampire parents, babe?”

She didn’t care. Not when pleasure was ripping through her like wildfire.

“God, I’m close,” she panted, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Good,” he gritted out. “Come with me.”

His thrusts turned brutal, precise. Her vision blurred. Her spine arched.

She shattered with a cry muffled against his shoulder, body tightening around him, and that was all it took, Paul groaned, hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside her, holding her close as they rode out the high together.

For a long moment, they just breathed.

The forest was silent again.

She traced his spine lazily, pressing a kiss to his neck. “That’s one way to say hi.”

Paul didn’t release her right away. He liked to hold her after. Keep her pressed against his chest like he couldn’t bear to let go.

Because he couldn’t.

“You know I can’t keep doing this forever,” he finally muttered, voice thick with emotion. “Sneaking around. Waiting for someone to smell me on you.”

She sighed against him. “I know.”

“Then tell them. Tell them I’m yours.”

“They won’t take it well.”

“I don’t care,” Paul said fiercely. “I’d burn the treaty. I’d go to war. You’re mine. Everyone should know.”

She looked up, eyes glowing like moonlight. “Soon.”

He studied her, jaw tight. “Promise me.”

She kissed him again, slow and deep, and when she pulled back, she whispered:

“I promise.”

[fragmntofurmind]

DEAD DOVE:DO NOT EAT(or do I really hope you do), MDNI, RafayelxReader

WARNINGS⚠️noncon, a bit of blood, implied hypnosis, Rafayel has two dicks and some monstrous features, implied siren!Rafayel, DP cus he has two dicks

If ya see any mistakes lmk there is a 50% chance I will go back and fix it

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Your village is holding a festival that pays tribute to the Sea God. Music blares and everyone is drinking and eating to their hearts content. A mysterious man that introduces himself as Rafayel has been your dance partner throughout the night. You don't know why such a beautiful man chose you out of everyone but you weren't complaining. As the night goes on and you spend more time with this handsome stranger, your mind becomes foggier and your body feels heavy. You chalk it up to needing a break from the festivities and Rafayel agrees.

In your weakened state, the alarm bells don't ring and you follow Rafayel away from the festival. Your body gets heavy as you walk and you lean on Rafayel for support as he leads you farther and farther away from prying eyes. You try to insist you can make it home on your own but he doesn't let go of you and continues to guide you along.

Eventually he's basically dragging you into the forest on the edge of the village. He leans you up against a tree and then begins to take your clothes off. You fight him, but in your inebriated state, he easily takes both your wrists into one of his larger hands and pins them above your head. His other hand tears off your top, the cold wind hits your nipples making them harden.

Tears slide down your face and he licks them away before locking your lips together in a heated kiss. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth and you almost choke on its irregular length. It slides in until it fills your mouth and reaches the back of your throat. Your knees buckle due to lack of oxygen, and he holds your waist with one hand and presses his body against yours to keep you upright. When he finally breaks the kiss, saliva dribbles down his chin and you swear his eyes glow under the moonlight.

Your mind is in shambles and you can't will your body to listen. You try to figure how you got here in the first place and how you did not notice how subhuman this man is. How his eyes formed slits, the irregular pink that swirls in his blue eyes, and his all around abnormal beauty. You've never even seen him before tonight, how could you be so trusting towards a stranger?

He let's go of your wrists and they fall limp to your sides. He bites and suckles on your chest leaving marks all over your skin. Some begin to lightly bleed but all you can do is let him ravage while you cry.

He manages to get the rest of your clothes off and admires your body in the moonlight. "You're gonna look so pretty with my eggs inside you." He pulls down his pants and reveals two inhuman dicks leaking from the tip. "To be mine you'll have to learn to take both of these." He pushes the tip of one in and you begin to fight again. You try to slide along the tree trunk to escape but he grabs your waist with one hand and lifts your leg with the other. He hisses at you and bites down hard near the base of your neck. You sob and he pushes one of his cocks in completely. Rafayel groans in ecstasy as he feels your warmth, a quiet purr rumbles through his throat as he grinds himself into you.

He lines his other cock with your hole before pushing it in. You've never felt so full, both his dicks slowly thrust in and out of you as he holds one of your legs up for easier access. Your sobs and squeals mixed with his moans and growls echo throughout the quiet night. Rafayel's irregularly long tongue forces its way into your mouth again and explores every crevice. His hips rock faster and faster until he cries out in pleasure and fills you up, and you're quick to climax right after him. You think you can finally catch your breath but he presses you even further against the tree and begins to fuck into again. You let out a pathetic sound and nuzzles into the side of your head. "Shhh It's ok. I'm just gonna fill you up a little more, cutie."

[pankowcrumbs]

Back to You X Lando Norris (Requested)

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request: Lando Norris x Reader They are actually exes, but realize they can not be without eachother.

They say time heals everything, but no one ever tells you what to do when the missing doesn’t go away when it lingers, quiet and constant, like background noise you can’t quite shut off.

It had been five months since Lando and I broke up.

Five months of pretending I was fine. Smiling at brunches with friends, replying to texts with fake laughs, and scrolling past his Instagram stories like they didn’t make my chest ache. But truthfully? Every part of my day felt just slightly… off. Like the world kept spinning but I’d been knocked half a step behind.

So when I walked into that Monaco party not expecting to see him, not prepared to I froze the second I caught his profile near the bar.

Same messy curls. Same easy grin. Same Lando.

He looked up like he felt me watching him, and our eyes locked. A beat passed. Then another. And I knew.

He excused himself from the conversation he was having, heading straight for me. My stomach turned with nerves, with hope, I couldn’t tell.

“Hey,” he said, voice low, cautious.

“Hi,” I breathed, heart pounding in my chest like it still hadn’t learned we were supposed to be strangers now.

“You look good,” he added, flicking his eyes over me, as if trying to commit every part of me to memory.

“You too,” I managed, even though the lump in my throat was growing.

We stood in silence for a second too long.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” I asked with a small laugh, trying to break the tension.

“It is,” he agreed. “I wasn’t sure if I should come say hi. I didn’t want to...”

“Hurt me?” I offered.

He nodded, looking down at the drink in his hand. “Yeah.”

I bit my lip. “Lando, I’ve been hurt since the day I walked away.”

His head snapped up, eyes meeting mine. “So have I.”

We slipped outside onto the terrace, away from the noise and the music and the stares. The air was cool, the sea shimmering under the moonlight.

“I thought letting you go would make things easier,” I admitted, wrapping my arms around myself. “I thought we’d drift apart and it would stop hurting.”

“But it didn’t,” he finished for me.

I shook my head. “No. I miss you.”

His jaw tightened. “God, Y/N… I miss everything. The way you laugh. The way you always bring a book on flights. Even the way you steal half my hoodies.”

“I still wear them,” I confessed. “That grey one with the faded print? I sleep in it.”

He gave a breathy laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I was going mad. Every time I saw something funny, I’d reach for my phone to text you. Every time I had a bad day, you were the person I wanted.”

“You were always my person, Lando,” I whispered. “Even when we weren’t… working.”

He stepped closer. “We stopped working because we stopped talking. We let the schedules and the travel and the pressure get between us. But I never stopped loving you.”

My eyes burned. “I didn’t either.”

“Then let me fix it,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “Let’s stop pretending we’re better off without each other when we both know that’s a lie.”

A pause. A breath.

And then I nodded.

He took my hand, fingers curling around mine like they belonged there like they never should’ve let go in the first place.

“I don’t want perfect,” I said softly. “I just want you.”

He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away if I needed to. But I didn’t. I tilted my head, meeting him halfway in a kiss that tasted of relief and late-night tears and every word we’d never said.

When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.

“We’re doing this differently this time,” he murmured.

“Better,” I agreed.

That night, under the stars and the sound of waves crashing somewhere below, I fell back into the arms I never truly wanted to leave. And for the first time in months, I felt whole again.

[corpsedogs]

✿ warmest of colds (req)

jason todd x f!reader

( ♡ jason lets you bother him since you can’t sleep )

You and Jason had just gotten into bed, the covers were pulled over your chest and the lights were out, the only light visible was the city lights outside and the dim moonlight.

You weren’t sleepy yet for some apparent reason, your sleep schedule kind of got mixed when Jason started coming over more and more. Not that you didn’t mind waking up late, but you tend to get bored when you can’t sleep.

You shifted to face his side, your bed was placed beside the wall and you’ve always wondered why he always stays on that part of the bed. You’ve once tried and claim that spot but he’d always find a way to lay down on his spot.

“You’re always next to the wall whenever you sleep.” you said, you can kind of see his eyes open as they darted towards you. “Yep.” he replied before closing his eyes again.

You placed your hands beneath your cheek, pillowing it to get comfortable. “But, the wall is cold.” Jason crosses his arms, “Well, if I stay on the other side you’re just going to kick and squish me.” you pouted, letting out a scoff.

“I’d never.” You replied as you pretended to be hurt by his words. Jason can’t help but ponder, why does it matter to you what side of the bed he takes?

He then faced towards you, raising his brow “Really now?” he says, “You have more benefits anyway, the other side makes it easier to get out of bed.” well, that was true.

You gave up bothering him as you stared back at the ceiling. Your eyes trailed at the light bulb as you stared at it for a bit, what a nice shade of grey… yeah, this won’t help you sleep at all. You tossed and turned while Jason didn’t seem to budge at all.

You then had an idea and faced him again, “Can I hold your face?” he did not oblige and moved towards you, you then cupped both of his cheeks as he furrows his brows, “Your hands are freezing, how the hell are you this cold?” you only smiled in the dark light, “Maybe I’m a snowman.”

You could feel him scoff at your corny remark, “Give me your hands.” he said. He took your hands between his and began rubbing it. “How are your hands warm?” you asked but Jason only shrugged, “No idea.”

His heat melted in your skin as you relaxed at his touch, you’ve always been aware that his hands were always warm, even at winter. You stayed silent as you watched him do his magic, “Well?” he calls out, snapping you out on your blank stare “I like it, it feels real nice.”

“Then move closer.” Jason wrapped his arm around your body and pulled you close. He noticed the blankets were on the edge of your hips and pulled them back. You sighed as buried your face in his shoulder blade, “You stopped paying attention to my hands.”

“You’ve warmed up, plus I only have two hands.” He said, patting your back. “And I need one to hold you.” You complained again, “But it’s not the same. I want something warm.”

Jason sighs, “Here.” he took your hands and slid them under his shirt, placing your cold hands on his waist. “Ohh, this is better.” you said.

He hummed at you as he continued to hug you, rubbing his warm hands on your back as he felt you relax in his embrace. He planted a kiss on your forehead, “Tired?” he asked. You only hummed, “No, actually.”

Jason yawned, “Are you sure? It’s still late for you, isn’t it?” He buried his face on your neck, his lips grazing your skin gently.

You shook your head, “You messed up my sleep schedule a bit.” you said as you started to yawn as well. “You say so but now your eyes are drooping down, you’re gonna fall asleep any second now.” as he said that your eyes suddenly opened, “I was just resting my eyes.”

“Mm, sure.” he says as he planted a kiss on your chin “Go to sleep.”

Finally giving in, you then closed your eyes and went off to dream land.

🍓 i love making this one, i swear ill write longer fics soon. please reblog or comment it helps a lot.

[svtiddiess]

Moonlight

Synopsis: Under the moonlight, you feel at peace, knowing that no matter where you go, Jeonghan will always find you.

Pairing: Jeonghan x gn!reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, fluff, established relationship

Rating: sfw

Word count: 820

Warnings: none!

Note: And with that, the 2024 season comes to an end! Thank you all so much for your love and support this year! I look forward to continuing to write fics in the coming year. See you in 2025!

Thank you always to my second favourite menace @tusswrites for beta reading and helping me with the synopsis!

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Red.

That's all that you're seeing at the moment. Red. Hot. Anger. It washes over you, blinds you. You're screaming, you think, but you can't really tell. It feels like your head is underwater—everything's muffled.

In front of you is your boyfriend, Jeonghan, who also seems to be very upset. At what? You don't know. The both of you don't, but here you are, screaming your head off at him whilst he retaliates with soft but stern words.

"I'm leaving," you announce, your chest heaving. Where? You're not sure; you just need to get away from him and everything. That's exactly what you do: you turn around and leave—your legs aimlessly bringing you to your unknown destination.

You're not great at handling problems. Whenever one arises, you tend to avoid it rather than confront it, retreating to your corner and hoping it will resolve itself. But life rarely works out that way, doesn't it? You’ve learned the hard way that running from your problems doesn’t make them disappear—it only makes them worse. They linger, growing in the background until they eventually explode in your face. You’ve tried to break this habit, and with Jeonghan’s help, you are starting to make progress. But as they say, old habits die hard.

And that’s how you ended up here, riding the train back to your hometown, Busan. You’re not even sure how or when you got on—it’s all been a blur, and it still is. You feel…hollow. Your mind is empty; blank. No emotions, no thoughts, just nothing. The scenery outside the window blurs together into a shapeless mesh of colours. The world feels dull and lifeless; everything that once seemed vibrant now looks dead and bland.

"This stop is Busan. This stop is Busan," the announcement jolts you out of your daze. With a sigh, you stand up and step off the train.

You take a deep breath, letting your body relax as the familiar air of your hometown fills your lungs. With no destination in mind, you start walking aimlessly through the bustling city, taking in both familiar and unfamiliar sights. It always amazes you how something about the city changes every time you return. A shop you used to visit might be gone, replaced by something new. The park might be renovated, with fresh equipment giving children even more to play with. Yet, there are constants that remain unchanged—the towering buildings reaching for the sky, the salty sea breeze, and the rhythmic crash of ocean waves. These are the things that take you back to your younger self.

You curl your toes, feeling the sand clump together beneath your bare feet. Somehow, your legs have carried you back to a familiar place—the beach you loved as a child. The cool waves crash against your feet as the salty sea breeze caresses your face. Your gaze drifts to the endless horizon, where the sun kisses the ocean, painting the sky in a breathtaking blend of orange and yellow. It looks like a masterpiece on a canvas.

You’ve always preferred sunsets over sunrises. There’s something captivating about the vivid shades of orange, yellow, and even pink that fill the sky—it never fails to mesmerise you. Sunsets mark the end of the day, a moment of closure after the struggle and effort of the hours before. While not everyone gets to see the sunrise, the sunset is a gift shared by all. And with the sunset comes the promise of the moon. The night sky, illuminated by the moon and scattered with stars, is something you could stare at for hours.

With a sigh, you take a few steps back and sit down, pulling your knees to your chest as you wrap your arms around them. You’re not sure how much time has passed when you hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching. A figure settles down beside you, mirroring your posture. You don’t need to look—you already know who it is. It’s the person you lashed out at before coming here, Jeonghan.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you take a deep breath, letting the salty ocean air fill your lungs. The two of you sit in silence, staring out at the sea, the rhythmic sound of the waves filling the space between you.

"You know I'll always be here for you, right?" He whispers, breaking the silence.

"Hm."

"No matter how far you go, even to the ends of the earth, I will always find you."

"Hm."

Silence.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"I'm sorry too," he whispers.

A small smile creeps onto both of your faces. There’s no need for words—you already know what the other wants to say. That’s why you’ve always found solace in Jeonghan. He’s your sunset at the end of a long day. Your constant.

The moon looks a little brighter today with Jeonghan by your side.

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[thewitchblue]

Praise kink sub!Tim Drake, fem!reader, unprotected sex

Tim 100% has a praise kink. You can't convince me otherwise.

"Hey, Moony?"

You ask as you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head in between his shoulder blade. You watch a smile spread across his face as he turns away from his computer to face you.

"Yes, sunshine?"

You kiss him quickly before asking,

"I want to try something with you. Are you busy, my love?"

He gives a contemplating hum. He needs convincing to be dragged away, like usual, but you are always his weakness. He asks out of curiosity,

"What's the thing? You know I have an important case."

You bump him with your hip playfully. You kiss him again and softly say,

"I want sex, my moon."

He bites his lip. Now he's torn between responsibility and you.

"What are you thinking in that pretty head?"

He asks as he plays with your hair. You kiss his forehead with a smile.

"I suspect you have a praise kink that I want to explore."

He raised his eyebrows. Praise kink? He's not a very kinky guy compared to Jason and Dick (which he's stubbled upon too many times). He's never had a desire to explore much. You purr in his ear,

"Come on, pretty boy. Be my good boy for one round."

He huffs, but he was already curious. He can feel his dick hardening, so he might as well.

"Okay, sunshine. Have at me."

You give him a wolfish grin and dragged him to his bedroom, ignoring the stares from his siblings.

"Do not disturb!"

You called out at them before shutting and locking the door and finally pinning him to the door that you just shut. He's always been the submissive in your relationship, despite him being so much stronger and taller. You purr,

"My perfect boy. Just stay still and let me take care of you, pretty boy."

You grin as he blushes under your praise but obeys your commands and stills his body. He slips into submission so easily it almost makes you giggle.

"My smart, beautiful boy. I'm going to have so much fun with you, my moon."

Now he was throbbing hard. You haven't even touched him yet.

You feel a cocky grin spread across your face. Yes, he definitely has a praise kink and you are ecstatic about it.

Confident now, you trail kisses down his body with the occasional hickey.

"Look at you. My gorgeous moonlight."

He whines softly,

"Sunshine, please."

He needs you now. You both know that, but you decide to tease him,

"Use your words, moony."

His hip buck when you put your hand around his dick. It's like all thoughts left his head. You set a slow, torturous pace. You tsk when you only get moans in response.

"Moony, use your words."

He groans, but seemed to remember he needs to speak to recieve what he needs.

"I wa-want to be in-inside you, sunshine."

You give a small hum of acknowledgement before asking to clarify and tease,

"My mouth or my pussy, moony."

He bites his lip as you place teasing kisses along his dick. He needed you like he needed oxygen. Suddenly incredibly shy and embarrassed, he says softly,

"I need your pussy, sunshine."

You purr with a smirk,

"Good boy. That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Your smirk grows as you only get a whimper in response. He was lost in your torturous touch. You stand up and drag him to his bed. He babbles his thanks numerous times as you drag him the short walk.

"Moony, you just lie down and let me take what I need."

He obeys and watches as you strip with eager eyes. He begs with a small pout,

"Please, sunshine. I need you so badly."

You purr,

"Oh, moony. I'm going to fuck you stupid."

He nods repeatedly. He loves when you push him past his limits and turn him into a pliant mess. You kiss him with bruising force while straddling him.

You tease him for a moment, simply pushing his tip in while sliding along the length. His hands twitch at his side, but don't try to guide your movements.

He hisses when you finally slide him inside you. His grip on the blankets tightens but refuses to grab your hips. You say,

"You're such a good boy. You follow every order so well."

He had tears in his eyes as you ride him faster. He could only moan in response. He could combust at any moment. You could tell he was getting closer and closer, so you take one of his hands and firmly place it on your clit.

"Rub."

He scrambles to obey. He sets a pace to match yours and watched in adoration as your rolls eye back. He can tell you're getting close. You always get more dominant when you are close to cumming.

You bite your lip hard when you cum. Waves after waves of pleasures rushes through you. He lets out a choke sob. He knows he can't cum until you tell him too.

"Moony, where do you want to cum?"

You ask him. You know he's so far gone, so you hold his face in your hands together to ground him. His eyes beg as he says,

"In-inside, please."

You nod your confirmation and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. He always prefers to cum inside you if he is allowed to. You tell him,

"Cum for me, moony."

He whines and moans loudly as he cums nearly instantly. You grind your hips together the way he loves it as he cums.

He pants as he finally calms down. You smiles fondly at him and place numerous kisses along his face. He looked almost embarrassed as he says,

"I guess I do have a praise kink."

You laugh softly as you cuddle him.

"I knew you would, moony."

He laughs as his arms finally wrap around you. You yawn softly and say,

"Let's cuddle and worry about your mess after."

He clicks his tongue. You can tell he's torn, but you roll your hips against his again, and that shuts him down. He can deal with the cum later.

The two of you fall asleep cuddling and wake up to the screech of horror from Dick when he bursts into Tim's room in the afternoon after picking the lock. Oops.

[starmocha]

Neglecting my 373829927299 wips, my tasks, my errands, my fucked up sleep schedule, my life in general, because I am obsessed with this new wip I have:

More tribal warrior!Sylus, but make it childhood friends/arranged marriage/soulmates AU-flavored. This is my new ✨need✨, please enable me, I'd already written 4.6K words and that's only like 1/3 of the story I'd envisioned

(other things in the story to consider: light breeding kink, definite pregnancy kink, body worship.....just worshiping in general, because my other current obsession is Sylus being grossly in love with you and this fic is lowkey just him being "my wife ❤ I will worship the ground my wife walks on ❤ I will worship the air she breathes ❤ she can kick my ass idgaf because she does it so prettily ❤")

As you returned to the village, nightfall had already descended. You and Sylus had ridden back in silence, the awkward atmosphere only worsening with each passing minute. Sylus had kept an arm protectively around your waist the entire time while his other hand held the rein. You looked down, eyes following the horse’s hooves as he trotted back. “We’re almost back,” Sylus’ soft voice broke through the tensed atmosphere. You looked up, seeing the huts that lined the outskirt of the village and your mare quietly grazing in the distance. You wriggled a little, but that only made Sylus tightened his hold. You looked down at his arm around you and you said softly, “Let me down. I can walk back.” “No,” he answered. “Sylus—" He suddenly yanked the rein, forcing the horse to turn around in a different direction. “Sylus?!” you looked up panicked, not expecting this sudden change in pacing. Sylus’ sight remained ahead, and your heart sped up at the sight of seeing his handsome face from this angle, bathed only in moonlight. Sylus commanded his horse skillfully and you both rode atop the stallion at a brisk pace. The cool night breeze brushed against your cheeks, drying your earlier tears. You even found yourself starting to smile and laugh, the adrenaline taking over. Eventually, Sylus took you back to the village once he had seen that you had calmed down. The horses were returned to their stable. You turned just as Sylus handed you the saddlebag. You looked up surprised. “They mean nothing to me,” he said resolutely, “Burn them.” “I’m not going to…” He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “I’d never meant to make you upset or have you cried like that, nor did I mean to make you jealous…” “I wasn’t jea—” He leaned down and kissed your lips, silencing you. You dropped the saddlebag, the pouches spilling out on the ground. “Sy—” He lifted you into his arms and you looked up in surprise. “What are you—" He carried you out of the stable before letting you down again. You looked at him exasperatedly. “You always do what you want—this is not fair…” “What’s not fair?” “It’s not fair…how…I’m the only one…feeling insecure…” In the village square, you could hear the celebration dying down as people started making their way home. The bonfire in the center still blazed brightly. “You are right,” Sylus responded, “I don’t feel insecure.” Your shoulders slumped and you kept your eyes lowered. You suddenly felt Sylus’ finger under your chin, tilting it up so your eyes met his. “You were promised to me,” he said, hushed, “And I to you.” He kissed you. “We are meant to be, and were we not, I would rewrite the stars, to change the course of destiny and weave a new tapestry of fate to make you mine.” His forehead pressed to yours. “My love,” he held his gaze with yours, “There is only you…no one else.” He kissed you again, and the last remnants of your jealousy and hurt faded away. Just you.

[luvyeni]

❛SIREN CALL❜ ( l. heeseung )

💬nias’ notes: HAPPY START OF FREAKTOBER 🎃🤍!!

p. siren!heeseung x fem!reader w. 1.4k+

warnings? mentions of drowning, corruption kink, cock worshipping, beach sex, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( heeseung seeing you alone and deciding he wants more than your energy ) !

freaktober masterslist

this was supposed to be the best vacation ever – sure it was for your friends, but for you it was looking like you’d spend the rest in your room. the four of you decided to rent a airbnb next to the beach just for fun, you were young why not.

well turns out three brothers, had the same idea, and the moment they got a whiff of women presence, they made themselves known, knocking on your door, introducing themselves as, jay jake and sunghoon , after that, your boy crazy friends forgot all about your hot girl vacation.

which is why you found yourself, alone at night, walking on the beach like a loser while your friends got drunk inside your airbnb.

heeseung watched you from afar, you walked along the water and sand, moonlight glowing on your skin. he smirked, you were exactly the type he was looking for, sad and lonely, easily corruptible – you’ll fall easily to his siren sound.

he waited until you got close enough , bending down to pick up a seashell , picking it up , inspecting it , before putting it in your dress pocket – you turned to walk away and that’s when he decided to strike.

you stopped in your tracks upon hearing a noise , more like someone softly humming. “hello, who’s there?” you looked around , not really seeing anything , but then the humming began to get louder. you fell under his spell quicker than he thought deciding to make himself known , “hello.”

he was gorgeous , white button down , black pants both soaked with water , his wet black locks stuck to his forehead. “hi.” You smiled , so unaware of the danger in front of you. “where did you come from?” the man pointed to the water. “there.”

“the water?” you questioned. “ah you were swimming?” he smiled , so cute , but so stupid. “yeah princess , you could say that.” His eyes were so alluring , like you wanted to look away , but you couldn’t. “what’s your name princess?”

he was now close enough where you had to look up at him. “(n-name).” you stuttered out. “(name).” he repeated. “such a pretty name.” you shy away , it was so easy , you were practically his at this point. “what’s your name?”

“it’s heeseung princess.” your eyes widening as his hand came up to your cheek , caressing it. “u-um , y-your clothes are all wet.” You said. “it doesn’t matter , they won’t be on for long.” you don’t know what came over you , but you just kissed him , right on the lips , you pulled away shocked , hands over your mouth. “i-i don’t know what came over me.”

he grabbed your face , kissing you again , a much more passionate kiss. you never did this before , you were never this bold , it was like he was controlling you , controlling your body like magic.

you reached for the buttons of his button down , his forehead pressed against yours , eyes connected with each other. “go a head , take it off.” it sounded more like a command than anything – you unbuttoned it all the way , revealing his tanned stomach.

“you’re so handsome.” all your thoughts coming out vocally. “I really want to touch you.” he normally would’ve just taken what he wanted , drowned you and moved on , but it was something about you that intrigued him , he wanted you , he wanted to keep you. “get on your knees then princess.”

you dropped to your knees immediately , undoing his slacks , letting them fall in the sand , his hard cock bulging against his underwear. “go ahead , take it out.” you pulled them down , his cock springing out , slapping against his stomach. “your cock is so pretty.”

you grabbed the base of his cock , kissing alongside the vein. “fuck.” he sighed , he almost never got his cock sucked , not feeling the need to, but you weren’t just sucking his cock , you were worshipping his cock , praising how big he was , kissing his tip. “fuck , im gonna cum if you keep doing that , put it in your mouth.”

you took him into your mouth , bobbing your head , hollowing your cheeks , jerking off the part you couldn’t fit. heeseung was gonna blow his load , grabbing the back of your head , pushing your head all the way down cumming into your mouth.

“fuck.” he pulled your head away , your mouth stuffed with cum. “swallow.” his cum flowed down your throat entering your stomach , opening your mouth to show him. “good girl.”

he dropped down to the sand next to you , your eyes completely glazed over. “you want me to touch you don’t you?” you nodded , whimpering. “pl-please touch me.”

you laid against the sand , you flowy dress bunched up against your waist. “you made it so easy princess.” he pulled your panties down your leg , your cunt now on display. “you didn’t even try to fight it.” you were barely paying attention to what he was saying , just ready for him to fuck you.

he lined his cock up , rubbing against your folds , before pushing his cock into your hole. “heeseung , fuck!” you moaned as he bottomed out , his cock stretching you out. “your pussy is so tight – you fell so easily to my call.”

his call? you didn’t know what he was talking about , and he wasn’t even giving you a chance to piece everything together , grabbing your waist , thrusting , your boobs bouncing every time he fucked his cock deep into your womb. “y-your call?”

“yes my call baby , fuck.” he moaned , freeing your boobs from the dress. “the song , the song that made you get down on your knees so easily for me.” He squeezed your boobs. “my siren call.”

“s-siren call?” he was a siren , you heard about them , but only in stories , they lured people in , took all their energy and then drowned them. he thrusted up , hitting a new angle , making you moan. “i see those little gears going off in your head , im not gonna kill you.” he grabbed your throat , squeezing. “no , you’re too special for that.”

too special? what did he mean? “hee-heeseung.” you moaned out , as he grabbed your thighs , pushing them up to your chest , fucking you faster. “heeseung!” you yelled , clenching tightly around his cock. “fu-fuck you’re squeezing my cock.” he rutted into your cunt with such vigor. “gonna cum? give me all your energy?”

“ye-yes , yes fuck please.” you begged , your legs wrapping around his waist , he pounded into you , rubbing harshly on your clit. “cum for me.” you let out a pornographic scream , cumming. “fuck that’s it , give it all to me.”

he continued to fuck into your cunt – you could feel him draining you of your energy , your eyes fluttering closed , he grabbed your cheeks , forcing you to look at him. “don’t sleep just yet baby , I haven’t cum yet.”

you fought to keep your eyes open as he moaned on top of you , chasing your orgasm. “fu-fuck im cumming , shit im gonna cum.” he pulled out , jerking his cock off. “ngh , fuck!” he came all over your pussy , covering you puffy cunt in his seed. “shit.”

“are you gonna kill me?” your eyes struggled to stay open , heeseung watched you fight your sleep , smiling. “no , i told you , im gonna keep you , you’re special.” he buttoned his shirt up , pulling your dress down. “wh-what does that mean?” he chuckled. “it means go to sleep , come back tomorrow night , i'll call for you again.” he caressed your cheek, you immediately fell into a deep sleep. “listen for my call.”

he put you in a spot where your friends could easily find you in the morning , before making his way back into the deep ocean.

he was gonna find a way to make you his.

©LUVYENI

[vilhelios]

—; DROWNED IN LIVING WATERS.

( your guiding hand pulls me under. ) ; there is no such thing as less, when it comes to rafayel: always more. at least when it comes to you, of course.

CW: fluff ; slightly suggestive content ; mentions of abysswalker!rafayel my beloved ; just lots of kissing bc rafayel is big and greedy!!!

no matter what it is, rafayel always wants more. more conch shells to crush to attain a singular gram of lustrous pink-white paint. more plates of seafood platters when you both go out to your favourite beachside restaurant. more time with you when you’re away from your rightful place by his side, wrapped up in nothing but the scent of seasalt and paint and each other’s arms.

“what happened to just one more…?” you pant, nails digging slightly into the bare skin of rafayel’s shoulders—they’ll be his battle scars for the night, red crescent moons borne of greed. one kiss had turned to two, and two to three, and—well, now the two of you are breathless, bodies flushed warm and lips kiss-bitten on his couch. your eyes zero in on his, and you drink in the sight of his darkened eyes—the blue depths you want to be baptised in, the red desire that will burn your very soul. everything fades away; the sound of the waves breaking upon the shore, the seagulls cawing, the moonlight filtering in through his grand, arching windows. there is only him.

( lord, there is no saving you now—only in him will you find salvation ever again. )

“you know it’s never just one.” rafayel chuckles, the soft breath of it fanning across your skin as he presses his forehead against yours. he looks beautiful, ruined like this—lips a darker red from how you bit at them, his cheeks and the tips of his ears painted the prettiest shade of red, his bathrobe almost slipping off his shoulders. rafayel’s hand falls from where it was at the back of your head, down to cup your cheek. his thumb gently brushes against your lower lip, as he murmurs, with a growing smile, “i need more, cutie. always more—” 

he doesn’t even let that final word hang in the air before he presses his lips to yours once more, melding together in a sweet desperation. 

more, more, more. more of your touch, more of your lips on his, more of your very presence. how could he ever want any less than all of you after going an eternity without? he won’t deny it—he’s a selfish, greedy man, and the only thing he ever wants to hoard is you. rafayel’s kisses, often, are sweet and chaste—like the softest flutter of a butterfly’s wings that have you chasing after more. and yet, there are times like this, where he seems intent on consuming you, a hunger unrivalled as his lips move skillfully against yours. it’s as though if he had anything less than all of you it would be his undoing. 

( the thing about stray dogs, you suppose, is that they will hoard the food and affection they are given. after all, who knows how long until it is ripped away from their maws again? he can’t survive another hundred years without you, with nothing but memories of those no-longer-lonely nights in lemuria, and desperate visions of what could have been. it would be too cruel an existence for a starving, stray dog. )

when you pull away (and even then, he chases after your lips), you feel absolutely winded. your hands clutch uselessly at the dark satin of his bathrobe to ground yourself. even as you try to steady your breathing, your senses are assailed by his very being—every gulp of air is laced with the scent of seasalt, citrus, and sandalwood. he occupies your every thought, now. (maybe it has always been that way, since a time long lost.)

“i thought you said… you were hungry…” you manage between shaky breaths. right, right; you two wanted to get dinner and then spend the rest of the night lounging around, but well, that was an hour ago. the sun was setting when rafayel first pulled you onto his lap and pressed the smallest of kisses to every inch of skin he could reach… but it’s dark now, and those kisses have long since devolved to blooming hickeys when he shifts his focus away from your lips…

“nuh-uh. not anymore.” he quickly quips back and, almost like he was afraid you’d try to slip away from his hold, pulls you closer with the arm he has around your waist. if you were close before, then you melted into one entity now, with his chest flush against yours. you think your racing heartbeats are beating in sync, beneath the flimsy material of your nightgown and his bathrobe. 

a desperate whine leaves him as he tries to chase after your lips, only managing to press a peck to the corner of them. (that’s not enough, never enough—) “don’t wanna eat. just want you, please–” and again, he somehow manages to pull you closer, close enough to get what he wants once more. and of course, you happily relent, melting against him as he kisses you again, and again, and again.

...

( and somewhere, in the far off future, amongst the golden sands, nothing has changed. ra’el is foolish to think he ever would. no, he is still weak to those lips that first kissed his aeons ago. what was first an act borne of your desperation and will to live against the drowning waters turned into the fuel to his hunger and a basic, primal need.  

“i’m not leaving you yet, your highness.” he murmurs, and it feels something like a promise as he presses a gentler peck to your cheek. it does take all his restraint to give you some respite from his barrage of kisses, however, as he watches you heave for breath. his eyes can’t help but dart all over, as he feels you clutch at the leather of his garb, but they always return to your kiss-bitten lips and hazy eyes.

he smiles, a cheeky thing, a practised swipe of his thumb against your bottom lip. “surely your highness would not call me with the fishtail beacon just for a bedtime story, hm?” 

and the hungry, stray dog, found once more by its rightful owner, begins to hoard its meal. )

a/n: inspired by horny posting with my pookie wookies on lndtwt 🫶💕 ty lisa my beloved for this mental image that you've conjured. also, i guess this is the fic to celebrate getting lvl 100 affection with rafayel!

creative notes: rafayel is very much so a dog-like character to me and less cat-like; especially abysswalker! i heard somewhere that stray animals will hoard food and ask for food more (and if you feed a stray animal on the road it will follow you) and rafayel himself does compare himself to a stray animal/animal in need of help in nightly stroll, i think? so uh. that's why i have a lot of dog-like comparisons for him 🫡💕

[ma1dita]

My dearest sweetest moony

I, a daughter of Hypnos, just want to hold Luke close and let him sleep the best sleep he has ever had in his life, don't let Kronos talk to him or get close to my boy

1, a daughter of Hypnos, just want to help the campers sleep, help all of those kids get their desired rest

Please let this daughter of Hypnos help her children (the campers) and her husband (Luke)

🐥

(i wrote this request and another one but I didn’t put the 🐥 on them, should I send them to you again or not? Sorry about that darling, love ya, and again I’m really sorry for the inconvenience)

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x hypnos!reader

wc: 756

—

Honestly, Luke was starting to feel bad.

Every free moment he gets to spend with you, he’s been falling asleep. He fell asleep during your lunch picnic last week, sprawled out on the red and white checkered blanket—cheek against your lap as you read a book, on your shoulder at the bonfire last night even with Percy and Grover trying to screech out the lyrics to ‘Unwritten’, and even now as you brush through his curls as you read all of cabin 11 a bedtime story.

Luke knows that dating a daughter of Hypnos has some advantages for sure—you get to stay in the bunk next to his since you don’t have your own cabin, your dad blesses him with nice dreams for taking care of you, and everyone quiets down easier for the night as you project images of sheep for them to fall asleep to. But as he rubs his eyes to the sound of your calming voice, he reckons he’d punch the shit out of a sheep if another misty image of one decides to trot near the air of his bunk. You’re nestled against his arm, looking ethereal with moonlight shining against your cheekbones as you watch his eyelashes flutter slowly from the weight of his eyelids.

“You need to stop doing that, my dream girl.”

“Hmm?” you whisper, voice breathy like cool air. Yawning, you press your cheek against his bicep with a smile.

“Stop putting me to sleep. Wanna spend time with you,” he mumbles, trying to not wake the other campers.

“M’not doing anything, Lu. Besides, you’re cute when you’re asleep,” you chuckle, and his arms wrap around you tighter as his hands dip into his pajama pants you stole from his dresser.

“Are you saying I’m not cute now?” he pouts, reaching to tickle the skin that peeks out from under your shirt and you giggle. The sound of it is loud enough to echo across the cabin, but something extra must have been in your voice tonight because not a single camper stirs.

In a room full of people, the two of you share a moment that’s just for the both of you, watching each other quietly with soft loving smiles. Moving closer to his face, your lips press kisses into the lines that crease his forehead, the scar running down his cheek, the tip of his nose, and finally the plump of his pouting lips. He pulls you in deeper, smiling softly against your kiss that’s ever so gentle until he’s drifting off…

You don’t take offense to it though. Sleep is your gift bestowed to you by your godrent, and to share that with your love makes it the best gift of all.

—

Luke jolts up the next morning after his nose dips into his bowl of cereal. The nymphs and younger campers all chatter and giggle around you two as he grumbles, shoving another mouthful of now soggy Frosted Flakes into his mouth. You smile, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, taking a bite of your waffle.

“You okay, baby?”

He huffs, kissing the back of your hand before you stand up to go and grab napkins. Annabeth rolls her eyes from across the table, which makes Luke toss a chunk of banana at her.

“What?”

“You’re too dramatic for your own good, Luke,” she sighs, stirring her iced coffee with a straw. She looks at him exasperatedly when he looks more confused by her statement, even if it’s the truth.

“I just feel like a bad boyfriend. Always falling asleep on her. Never do that with anyone else, and sometimes I think she does it on purpose…” he says, leaning against his palm.

“It’s the oxytocin,” Annabeth says, and Luke looks at her blankly, “Your brain releases oxytocin around people you love, and as a result you feel safe and at ease—which is why you keep falling asleep around her. So stop blaming your girlfriend!” She shakes her head like the old soul she is, getting up to clear her tray and leave Luke to his nonsense. You return to the table with a handful of napkins and a grin that instantly brightens his mood.

Rubbing at his eyes, he can see you more clearly and to your surprise, Luke pulls you by the chin for a kiss as he says thank you.

“What’s that for? Can’t be because of the napkins,” you giggle, and a dopey smile crosses his face.

“Because I love you, my dream girl. That’s all.”

[aspenmissing]

Wanna say that I love your writing it always excites me to see your notification show up! Can I please request Jayvik with a male reader who maybe feels like he isn’t as important in their relationship because maybe Jayvik were together before they kind of, brought Reader into the relationship. So to make him feel better they take him to the bed and just cuddle him between them, like one on either side just smothering him with affection, love and kisses to make him feel more appreciated. Take your time!

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ

ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ-ɪꜱʜ || 1206 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ/ᴜɴʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ?

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ᴀᴡᴡ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪᴇʀ! ᴅᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ, ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ! <3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

You don’t say it out loud.

You never do.

It’s quiet—the way that feeling creeps in. Not sharp, not sudden. Just... there. Like a cold draft slipping under the door. Like water leaking through unseen cracks in the ceiling. A slow, seeping ache that builds over time until you barely realize how heavy it’s gotten.

You love them.

You know they love you, too.

But love isn’t always loud. And sometimes, when it gets quiet, the silence makes space for doubts.

You see it in the way Jayce instinctively reaches for Viktor’s hand without looking. In the way Viktor leans into his shoulder when he’s tired, no words needed, no explanation. In the glances they exchange across a lab bench. In the shared jokes you don’t always catch—technical, or old, or both.

You weren’t there at the beginning. You didn’t share the small room, the nights of failure, the meals skipped in pursuit of greatness. You didn’t build Hextech with blood and youth and blisters.

And sometimes… it feels like you’re borrowing a seat in a story that had already been written.

You don’t blame them. How could you? They’ve built something beautiful. It’s not their fault you walked in halfway through. It’s not their fault you can’t shake the ache of not quite belonging.

So you sit on the edge of the bed you all share, shoulders curled in, fingers tangled in your own. The moonlight through the window casts soft silver across the room, but it does little to cut the weight pressing down on your chest.

You don’t cry. You rarely do. But tonight your throat is tight. Your heart too loud.

You try to breathe through it.

Then you hear it.

A soft tap… tap… tap… The familiar sound of Viktor’s cane against the wooden floorboards. He walks slowly down the hallway, careful with each step, murmuring something to Jayce, who’s following barefoot, his voice carrying that warmth he reserves only for moments like this.

They come into view at the doorway—Viktor steady and graceful despite the limp, Jayce all golden skin and sleep-mussed curls, wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants. Whatever they were talking about fades the moment they see you.

“Hey…” Jayce’s voice softens, laced with concern as he approaches. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

You lift your head, startled. You hadn’t meant to look so wrecked. Jayce moves instantly, kneeling in front of you and reaching for your hands, his thumb stroking over your knuckles with practiced tenderness.

Viktor crosses the room at his own pace, eyes never leaving yours. He sits beside you on the bed with a slow, quiet groan and rests a hand on your back.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he says gently. “More than usual.”

You manage a shaky breath. “It’s nothing. It’s just stupid.”

Jayce frowns, giving your hand a squeeze. “Not to us.”

You chew your lip for a second, then finally let the words out. “I just… sometimes I feel like the third wheel. Like… this whole thing started without me. And I’m here, but I wasn’t there then. I didn’t grow into your story—I just got… added.”

Silence falls, but it’s not awkward. It’s heavy.

Jayce rests his forehead on your knee. “Oh, baby…”

Viktor’s hand begins rubbing slow, grounding circles on your back. “Is that how you’ve been feeling all this time?”

You shrug, not trusting your voice. “It’s stupid, I know. You’ve never made me feel unwelcome or unloved. It’s not about that. It’s just… sometimes when you look at each other, I wonder what you’d do if I weren’t here. And the worst part is, I already know. You’d still have each other. And you’d be okay.”

Jayce looks up at you then, something raw in his eyes. “But we wouldn’t be whole.”

Viktor nods, brushing his fingers through your hair. “We’d survive. Yes. But that’s not the same as being okay.”

“I don’t have the same history with you two,” you whisper. “I didn’t build Hextech. I didn’t sleep in tiny rooms and work late in labs and chase dreams in the middle of the night. I don’t have that foundation with either of you. And I guess it just… makes me scared you’ll realize I don’t belong in the middle of it.”

Jayce stands then, slowly. He doesn’t say anything at first—he just leans forward and scoops you into his arms. Strong, warm, grounding. You let out a breath as your face presses into his chest, letting the solid thump of his heartbeat calm you.

“Then let us show you exactly where you belong,” Viktor murmurs, already moving to pull back the covers.

Jayce lays you in the center of the bed, gently as anything, and climbs in beside you. Viktor follows, a little slower, carefully setting his cane against the nightstand before slipping beneath the sheets on your other side.

You expect words. You get something better.

Jayce curls against your right, his broad arm winding around your waist as he presses slow, soft kisses into your jaw, your temple, your cheek. His voice is a warm murmur between each kiss:

“Our favourite person.”

“Perfect.”

“Not going anywhere.”

Viktor’s hand slips under the hem of your shirt, palm resting over your chest where your heart pounds against your ribs. He presses his forehead against your shoulder and kisses the space there, again and again. Slow. Intimate. Reassuring.

“Do you know,” Viktor whispers, “how many nights I watch you sleep and feel lucky just to exist beside you?”

Jayce hums. “Or how many times we’ve said to each other: ‘I don’t know how we got so damn lucky with him’?”

You shift, overcome. “I didn’t know.”

Jayce leans in closer, pressing a kiss to your nose. “You are everything we didn’t know we were missing. You keep us grounded. You make Viktor laugh when I can’t get a word out of him. You help me sleep through the night when my head won’t shut up.”

“You talk to me when you think we’re not listening,” Viktor murmurs, smiling faintly. “In the kitchen. When you're cooking. You hum songs that aren’t from here. You make this feel like home, even when it’s cold outside or the world is falling apart.”

Jayce draws you closer, practically burying you in his chest. “We didn’t add you in later. We found you when we were finally ready to be something better. You didn’t come second. You came right on time.”

You let out a trembling breath and finally—finally—let yourself relax.

Let yourself believe them.

Jayce’s strong arms hold you like a fortress. Viktor’s touch is constant and comforting, his body tucked close to yours, soft breaths warming the side of your neck. You feel their love like a second heartbeat—slow, steady, and wrapped around you.

They don’t stop kissing you.

Not for a long time.

Your forehead. Your cheeks. Your lips. The bridge of your nose. Viktor kissing down the slope of your shoulder. Jayce peppering kisses up the side of your throat, whispering things like “mine,” and “ours,” and “never leaving you behind.”

You fall asleep like that.

Warm. Safe. Held.

In the middle of them both.

Right where you’ve always belonged.

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

A Quiet Night

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Fluff

Warnings: none

The fire crackled softly in the grand fireplace of Wayne Manor, casting a warm glow over the room. You sat on the plush velvet couch, a book in your hands, though your attention kept drifting to the figure standing by the large window. Bruce Wayne, your husband, stared out into the sprawling grounds, his silhouette framed by the moonlight.

It had been a long day—meetings, charity events, the usual chaos of Gotham—and yet, tonight, there was a calm between you. Bruce didn’t often show it, but he needed these moments of peace more than anyone realized. You could see it in his eyes, the weight of responsibility he carried for both Gotham and the people he loved.

"You should come sit down," you said softly, your voice breaking the silence. "The night’s not going anywhere."

Bruce turned slightly, his dark eyes meeting yours. There was a flicker of something behind them—a warmth, maybe even gratitude. Slowly, he walked over and sat beside you, the quiet creak of the old wood floor under his boots the only sound. His arm brushed against yours, and for a fleeting moment, the world felt smaller, safer.

"I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how quiet it is here," he said, his voice low, but you could hear the genuine calm in it. "Gotham is... never like this."

You smiled, setting your book aside and turning your full attention to him. "You don’t need to get used to it. It’s yours, whenever you want it."

Bruce nodded, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer before he leaned back into the couch, his fingers tracing the edge of your hand. The small, simple gesture spoke volumes—of years spent together, of trust and love that had grown in the quiet spaces between the chaos.

For once, it wasn’t about Gotham or the Bat. It was just Bruce and you—two people who found peace in each other, even in the shadow of a city that never slept.

"Maybe we should make this a tradition," you said, your voice teasing but gentle. "A night of quiet. No business, no Batcave… just us."

Bruce’s lips curved into a rare smile. "Sounds like a plan." He leaned over and kissed your forehead, the gesture tender and soft. "But only if you promise not to let me fall asleep on the couch again."

"I make no promises," you replied with a grin.

For now, though, the world outside could wait. In that moment, you were home. And that was enough.

Masterlist

[nuetralizedevangelist]

❝dancing in the refrigerator light.❞ || tom blyth x f!reader

| request- tom and reader baking while the background song is stand by me (let us all be delusional)

| A/N- i love this so much you have no idea. this shit got me ENTHRALLED also i imagine this as like right after ‘you’re my best friend’ happened…a part two perhaps..

| WARNINGS- food, dancing, touching a burning hot pan bc you’re too busy looking at tom, and big ole kissies

(divider by @v6que)

you stand in your kitchen humming along to the quiet music flowing through your house, mixing the blueberry muffin batter. it’s well past midnight at this point but you find it impossible to fall under the blanket of rest.

you left tom snoozing soundly in your bed, not wanting to bother him at this hour. a small smile plays on your lips as you zone out while mixing and think about how well everything played out so well with him. you hone back in to your mixing before you feel tom rest his chin on your shoulder.

“you’re supposed to be asleep.” you whisper, leaning you head onto his as he hums and closes his eyes. “can’t stay asleep, what’re you making?” he questions right next to your ear making your face slightly warm, your crush on him will never go away. “blueberry muffins. my mom always used to make them when we couldn’t sleep.” you confided in him softly.

you slide the baking pan into the oven with a slight screech from the metal on metal. you sat on the kitchen floor in front of the oven and set your timer, tom taking a seat next to you. “what are we doing?” he whispers through the silent air. “watching the muffins.”

the ‘watching the muffins’ eventually turned into you guys sitting on the couch kissing and telling stories. he’d tell you his set stories and you’d laugh and shake you head at him. the sight of them engrossed with each other was saccharine and sickeningly sweet. the familiar ding from your apple timer caused you to sit straight up and pull tom towards the kitchen again.

as you open the oven you look over to see tom, shirtless only clad in pajama bottoms licking the remaining batter off the spoon, illuminated by the moonlight and small warm lamps scattered around. before you can even realize that your hand was still moving, your skin came into contact with the boiling metal. you draw your hand back with a hiss and swear under your breath.

tom quickly turns the faucet to cold and places your hand under it, turning around to take the muffins out and turn the oven off. you start to quietly giggle as you pull him apart with your eyes, once again. “what happened, love? i thought you were a whiz in the kitchen.” he runs his hand up and down your back and you lean into him.

“i was, i am, i just couldn’t stop looking at you. you’re like a literal angel that i can’t believe is real.” you whisper to him while turning your head up to him and smiling. you hold your injured hand out to him “i almost died for you. that shows my dedication.” he scoffs and rolls his eyes before pushing your hand back under the water.

you both sat cross legged on the kitchen floor, each with a glass of milk in front of them and a muffin in hand. “so worth it. i don’t even need my left hand if i can have muffins forever” you joke with your mouth full with the pastry. tom raises his eyebrows at you “i, however, do think you might need both hands to function…and other activities.” he confidently spat out his sentence causing you to throw your head back laughing to hide the blush that made home on your cheeks and the warmth that tom manages to propagate throughout your body.

the speakers, who had been forgotten about, start to quietly leak out ‘stand by me’ and toms face lights up and pulls you up to meet him. he bows and sticks his hand out to you, asking for a dance. your smile cannot be contained as you take his hand and quickly remember you also cannot dance. the pair of you looks almost like a baby giraffe- although the giraffe might dance better.

you eventually give up on the waltz and wrap your arms around toms waist and hug him. “i’m really fucking tired.” you say into his chest and you feel his body vibrate when he laughs. you lift your head up and his comes down for your lips to meet. after more than enough kisses tom tries pulling you back to bed. “i thought you said you were tired?” “i am, i’m grabbing a muffin for the trip.”

you feel as if a piece of the sun had fallen down and nestled itself into your ribcage, but that’s just tom.