#lost-at-534

[lost-at-534]

MOONMAN

He's my favourite of the three I am NOT gonna lie.

I love how oh so sparkly he is

Once again, my designs for my Siren AU "Starlight Aubade"

[naffeclipse]

Hey Naff Michael and Vanessa are gonna be ok in chapter 11 right? Naff?

[dodgeirs]

⊹ ᳝ ࣪ overstimulation with spencer reid.

cw. 16+, oral (blowjob m!reciving), sub!spencer & dom!reader, imagined with early season two spence w glasses <3

wc. 534

“mhm-” he whimpered. “i- hm, fuck-”

both of spencer’s calloused hands grip at the soft edge of the couch. his form was once standing, but he quickly became seated the moment your mouth got onto. he doesn't know how long ago that was, and he's quickly lost track of the amount of times you've made him come.

“please- i can't.” he cries, the sensitivity from the previous rounds still linger fresh. a comes up to settle upon your head, but doesn't pull you up.

you look up at spencer through your damp lashes from the feeling of his touch. swirling your wet tongue around his tip, one hand soothing up his thigh and the other pumping whatever you couldn't take. spencer looked so pretty like this, eyes screwed shut, whimper and whines falling from his mouth, various strands of hair sticking to his forehead, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose from sweat.

coming off his tip with pop. you continue to pump him, his previous arousal being enough to act as a lube.

“what was that, handsome?” you ask, still looking up at him. wanting to hear that magic word again.

“ple-”

you frown, hands instantly removing themselves from spencer’s body. his hips buck upward at your retreat.

“wha-”

“you open your eyes when you speak to me. right, baby?” you cut him off. the two of you don't have explicit rules in your relationship, but spencer looking you in the eyes when telling you what he wants has always been an unspoken one.

“yes.”

you hum at his response. “so, why are your eyes still closed then?”

spencer’s eyes instantly shot open, big, droopy, and hazy. you smile.

“that’s better. you know i like look at you.”

“i know. it’s too much.” he whines.

“i know, i know. but, tell me what you want. y’know i’ll give you anything you ask for.”

spencer’s breath hitches, you returned to slowly pumping him again. and you begin to kiss up his shaft, proud to see that by the time you reach his tip to look back at him he's still still looking at you.

“go on, baby. tell me what you want. say the magic word.” you encourage.

“please, i- i need your mouth. i need to cum. please?” his last please comes out trivial and his brows furrow from the increase pumping on his cock.

smiling once more at your boy. “so good.” is all you say before you attach yourself back onto his length. bobbing your head to take as much as him as you could.

drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, you normally keep clean, for spencer’s sake. but all in this moment you just wanted to make him cum, and by his increase in pitch of his whimpers and the frequency of his please, he was getting close.

“please- ah, fuck. m’ gonna.” his body finished before he could end his sentence.

swallowing his load and wiping the drool from off your mouth, you take in spencer's exasperated state. pushing yourself from off your knees to hover over spencer’s form. pushing back his damp hair to kiss his forehead.

“don’t think we’re done just yet, pretty boy.”

[m-musings]

Headcanons: Fallout Characters Love Language

A/N: let's gooooo y'all, I actually had motivation to write more than one thing this week, M is on a roll 🥳🥳🥳

Word Count: 534 Warnings/Other Notes: none!

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard:

When it comes to our favorite gunslinger, his love language is different depending on when you meet him.

If you met Cooper before the bombs were dropped, his love language was physical touch.

He would always have an arm slung around your shoulder or a gentle hand slipped into yours as he walked around the movie lot during a break from filming.

But if you meet him afterwards, his love language has changed into words of affirmation.

Even though his time in the Wasteland has made him more wary of what people say, he can somehow tell when people are being truthful or not.

So whenever you tell him you trust, love and respect him, he grins gently, knowing you're being honest with him.

Lucy Maclean:

Lucy's love language is acts of service.

She would do almost anything to make sure the people she cares about are safe and happy.

I mean, c'mon, she traveled all across a blazing hot hellscape to look for her father and try to bring him home safely, she would do the same for anyone she was close to.

If you're in need of anything, Lucy will not only be glad to do it for you, she would volunteer near immediately to be of assistance.

She just enjoys helping, it makes her happy to see other peoples joy, even if she doesn't end up getting anything in return.

She would move heaven and earth if it meant that you would be even a little less stressed or tired at the end of the day.

Knight Maximus:

Maximus's love language is quality time!

He didn't necessarily get one on one time with anyone after Shady Sands was destroyed, so he longs for someone to focus on him and vice versa.

He would enjoy spending time with the few people he's close to as being in the BoS instilled a strong sense of community in him, even if it wasn't grown always in the kindest way.

Maximus knows how short life can be in the Wasteland, so when he's got someone he cares about, he's intent on being with them as much as possible before either of their time is up.

When you have any time to get some relaxation in, he is right there beside you, perfectly satisfied with simply being in your presence.

If you'd let him, he'd spend every waking moment spending time with you and making you feel loved.

Norm Maclean:

Norm's love language is most definitely physical touch.

He's a grump around most other people but when it comes to you, he adores every bit of attention he receives.

While he isn't one for a lot of PDA, he will not complain if you hold his hand or cling to him for a while when around the other dwellers.

When his dad and Lucy are gone, he seeks you out for comfort, holding you in his arms while he tells you his worries.

Norm can become lost in his own thoughts at times, so having your touch is something very soothing and grounding for him.

At the end of the day, behind all of the snark and sass lies a very sweet and very cuddly man who cares very much for you.

[unwantedtomost]

so guilty — miguel o'hara

dbf!miguel x fem!reader

word count: 534

summary: sometimes the guilt got to you when hooking up with your dad's best friend, but god it was a good fuck. pt i, pt ii

warnings: angst, unprotected sex, biting, daddy kink

a/n: i'm clearly going through something lmao. i feel like i want to make this a series.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his lips on your skin. The warmth of his body pressed against yours. It was so wrong. You knew better than to do this, than to sleep with your father’s friend, you just didn’t have the strength to stop.

Miguel O’hara took over every part of your mind.

That’s why you ended up pressed up against a bathroom wall or bent over a kitchen counter. You needed him. You felt in your bones. A deep carnal craving that you couldn’t explain or barely even process. It was an awful cycle you had trapped yourself in. It was simple, you were doomed.

Sometimes you forgot about the guilt, sometimes things felt simple. It was nice. But there was some voice deep inside you, hidden behind every layer of your psyche, that liked the guilt, that craved it.

The demonic voice crept in your mind as Miguel gripped your jaw and made you open your mouth. Dirty. You hungrily stuck out your tongue and he spat. Disgusting. You quickly swallowed, smiling in satisfaction. Whore.

“You want me to fuck you?” Miguel practically growled.

You nodded. 

“Use your words. Tell me how bad you want. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you, baby.”

“Please, Miggy,” you whined. “I need you! Please, baby. I need you.”

“Fuck,” he said in a breathy moan. The cold persona cracked and for a second, you really got to see him. That quickly went away as he slipped inside you. 

You practically cried at the feeling of him stretching you out. It was easy to get lost as he drilled into you. You started to jerk your hips back and forth in tandem with him. He started kissing your neck, leaving bruises that would make your stomach tie into knots in the morning. It was so wrong. So dirty.

His hand slid up the back of your neck and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you back to look at him. He didn’t say anything as he thrusted into you. He always was a sucker for eye contact.

His thrusts slowed but the intensity behind each one increased. Each time his hips snapped into yours he got deeper. Your face contorted, choked moans escaping your throat.

“Close, honey? Gonna cum all over your daddy’s big fucking cock.”

“So close!” Something inside of you took over, your brain fuzzy, not being able to stop the words that came out of your mouth. “Tell me you love me.”

He was already too lost to get startled. He didn’t miss a beat.

“I fucking love you, baby. Love you so fucking .. much.”

He dragged his hips against yours, his cock perfectly hitting the deepest parts inside of you. With a few hard, sloppy thrusts and panting breaths, you both reached your highs. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder and his teeth bit down on yours.

Your brain stayed fuzzy as his thrusts slowed to a stop. As his weight lifted off of you, you only felt heavier. Your chest burned. The little voice rang in your ears and you hated what it said. 

You like it like this. 

It wasn’t wrong. 

[bbyquokka]

In nature of our reader doing hanjis nails and makeup - What if they're is a hairstylist trying out a new look. Which ends up with them tugging on his hair slightly. But our hannie loves having his hair touched a bit too much...👀 Our mans knows what he wants and how to get it

Please feed my delulu nemu BECAUSE BLUESUNG IS BACK 😫

do it again

SUGGESTIVE THEME BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warning: gn reader, established relationship, idol au, hair pulling, grinding, suggestive content, pet names. words: 0.5k ~ (534)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

it's comeback season and with comeback season, comes a new hair style and colour. luckily for jisung, you have some experience in dying and styling hair.

sat on a wooden seat thats for the dining table, you mix up the hair dye in a plastic black bowl with a brush. jisung dressing in black Nike sweats and a white vest with a hand towel around his shoulders.

he watches you mix the concoction wondering what colour you have picked out for him.

“ready baby? i think this colour is going to be perfect for you!” you say excitedly.

“wish you would just tell me yn.” jisung whines.

“ah ah ah, it's a surprise! trust me, you will love it darling.” you grab a comb and start combing out any knots in his hair. jisung pouts and huffs softly to which you giggle at.

“be patient, my love.” you laugh as you section out his hair. luckily for you, doing jisung's hair isn't that much of a hassle. he already got a decent amount of length chopped off (much to your displeasure), so dying it won't take long.

you grab the bowl, applying the dye to his hair. silence fills the kitchen, but it's a comfortable silence. jisung browses his phone, texts the members allowing you to do your thing whilst you concentrate on getting an even coverage on his head.

you finish applying the dye and wait for half an hour. once the time is up, you wash it out, blow drying and styling it for him.

“now can i see?!” jisung whines. you laugh softly and nod, handing him a mirror.

“tada!” you cheer. jisung's eyes widen a little as he checks out the new blue hair colour. he runs his fingers through his soft and fluffy hair. “what do you think?”

“fuck babe, i love it! how did you get it to be so soft as well?” jisung asks as he puts the mirror down.

“well–” you run your fingers through his hair slowly, “i used that expensive hair mask that hyunjin bought you.”

jisung hums as you continue running your fingers though his hair. your fingers suddenly get caught in a knot, tugging at his scalp.

“oh! sor–” you stop yourself from talking due to the sudden moan jisung let's out. you look down at him, smirking as he looks up at you and blushes.

you straddle his lap suddenly, jisung swallowing and whimpering. he places his hands on your waist as you run your fingers to the back of his head.

grabbing a fistful of his hair, you pull harshly causing jisung to moan loudly and buck his hips upwards into you. you lick your lips as he starts to slowly pant, clearly getting lost in the high as pleasure courses through his veins.

“oh pretty boy, do you like it when i pull your hair?”

“fuck.. yes.. more please.” he begs. you comply, tugging his hair again and listen to his sweet sweet moans and groans. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips and moving them back and forth to encourage you to grind on his hard length.

“do it again. please.”

note: nemu.exe has officially stopped working. i be feeding both of our delulu thots bestie because sAME. this man istg will officially be the death of me 😃😃😃

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

[randonauticrap]

Love

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x F!Reader (Chevalier POV)

Word Count ~ 534

Author's Note ~ Happy birthday to my dear friend @aquagirl1978 !

Love. For someone like me, it was a pointless emotion; something royals should not - could not - possess or indulge in. Love toppled kingdoms and ripped apart the very fabric of what a monarchy existed to do: keep its country safe and prosperous. Difficult decisions had to be made in order to achieve this ideal, and love was far too flimsy a notion to entertain in the face of edicts resulting in death. So why, then, was she so important to me? Why did it matter where she was at any given hour of the day? Why did it matter what books she read, or how often she took glances at my foolish brother? Why did it matter that she came to see me in my private library? Why did it matter when she stood by my decisions? They were obviously the best decisions in the room, of course anyone with half a mind inclined to reason would listen. But for some reason, I felt a puff of air in my chest when she agreed without hesitation. Perhaps it is because she would never do so out of fear or subjugation. When she felt differently, she would fight me on it, and despite myself, I would smile when she did. 

Love. It was something I didn’t believe in. I didn’t believe in it, nor did I understand it. It was a mystery veiled within the yellowed pages of my dearest novels, flipped through once, twice, thrice before I would set it down in frustration, only to pick it back up again within the hour. It was something that held no purpose for me, no semblance of necessity to validate its existence. And yet, it did exist. My older brother was proof. The endless recounted tales of ardor in the scrolls that littered my library were proof. This vexing woman that captivated my every minute morsel of attention was proof; far more proof than I had ever bargained for, and something I didn’t expect. It appeared right before my eyes in the tender visage of a woman that by all rights I should disregard without a second glance. So why didn’t I? Why didn’t I leave her behind? 

Love. It was something I had no choice but to succumb to. Before she could even prove its value, it had me in its clutches; having stalked me from the shadows more expertly than any trained assassin, taking its chance to pounce upon me and claim me for its own in the form of tender smiles, light touches, and her presence in every room. Where before there was only ice, only solitude, only duty, she supplemented warmth, companionship, and meaning. My heart began to beat for the first time since I very first opened my eyes, and it beat solely for her. My vocabulary for love was wide, but the language itself had evaded me for so long that my proclamations were often lost in translation. But she understood me anyway. She remained by my side despite any justification she could give for abandoning me, a mere beast in the guise of a lover.

Love. It was you. And because it was you, it is now also me.

~

[nrilliree]

It's forever funny to me that the Greens claim Aegon had the "strongest bond" with Sunfyre.

The text says otherwise

"King Aegon had leapt from the saddle when the dragons were still twenty feet from the ground, shattering both legs. Lady Baela stayed with Moondancer all the way down." -Fire and Blood, page 544.

Okay, abandoned his dragon to face the music, while a Thirteen year old girl stayed with her baby dragon as they crashed.

Add, as contrast

"A body believed to be Rhaenys Targaryen was later found beside the carcass of her dragon" - Fire and Blood, page 435.

And then

"One of them, the boy Ben Blackwood, carried with him the broken body of Ser Addam Velaryon, found dead beside his dragon." - Fire and Blood, page 534

And, to take the cake, the contrast between Aegon and Rhaenyra when their dragons died.

"The loss of both her dragon and her son left Rhaenyra ashen and inconsolable" - Fire and Blood, page 523.

And,

"She must have another dragon, or all was lost." - Fire and Blood, page 539

Vs Aegon

"His Grace wept, and gave the orders that his cousin Lady Baela be brought up from the dungeon and put to death." - Fire and Blood, page 551.

And,

"Not Silverwing." His Grace declared. "I will have a new Sunfyre, prouder and fiercer than the last." Fire and Blood, page 557.

Aegon sounds more like he's sad he lost a dragon, not about Sunfyre himself. He wants a new upgrade a few weeks later.

Others were broken by the loss or died beside their dragons.

Sunfyre was immensely loyal to Aegon, but Aegon didn't care about him half as much.

Sunfyre deserved better.

Thank you for listening to my rant. Citations provided in case anyone wants to disagree about the text.

Exactly. I agree that Sunfyre was an incredibly loyal dragon who clearly loved his master, but unfortunately had the misfortune to end up with someone like Aegon who simply didn't appreciate or deserve Sunfyre.

[vodika-vibes]

Would love to see some Alpha with Peridot in the winter please!

Trapped

Summary: A surprise winter storm leaves Alpha-17 trapped in a cabin with his girlfriend. Luckily, there are worse ways to spend his time.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 534

Prompts: Peridot - Strong Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, Alpha did not want to get written today.

“Well, the good news is that there’s enough firewood to keep us warm until the storm is over,” Alpha says over his shoulder as he kneels in front of the fireplace after making sure that it’s properly lit.

And making sure that the smoke is going to go out the chimney like it's supposed to. 

“And, even better news, it looks like we’re going to be able to cook in the fireplace too.” Alpha continues as he straightens and turns to look at the woman sitting on the couch, bundled up in blankets.

She smiles at him weakly, “Well, that’s something, at least.”

Alpha crosses the room to her and carefully adjusts the blankets so that they’re wrapped tighter around her, “How are you feeling, cyar’ika?”

“Better. I can feel my toes again, at least.”

The storm had come out of nowhere. One moment it was a clear day, cold sure, but clear. And then next thing it was snowing hard enough that Alpha wasn’t able to see his hand in front of his face. 

Worse, he lost her in the snow. It took him nearly forty minutes to track her down, and another hour to find this cabin. 

Still, there are worse things in the world than being trapped in a cozy cabin with his cyare. He reaches in and bushes some of her hair off of her face, before he cups her cheek. A small smile crosses his face as she leans into his touch.

Of all of the things in this galaxy Alpha expected for his life, his cyare wasn’t on any list. Love wasn’t supposed to be in the cards for him, or any of his brothers.

He had never been so glad to be wrong in his life.

“Alpha?” Her voice is soft, and his gaze drifts to her face as she presses a kiss against the palm of his hand, “You’re staring.”

“You’re beautiful.” Slowly Alpha sinks to a knee in front of her, “There are definitely worse ways to spend a blizzard.”

She giggles and Alpha’s heart swells with adoration.

He’s not a kind man. No one would ever claim that, certainly not him. But she makes him want to be kind. She pushes him to be a better man.

Isn’t that what love it, though?

Alpha leans in and catches her lips in a gentle kiss. She’s still cool to the touch, but that’s okay, he’s more than willing to help her warm up. Her hands, warmed from being under the blanket, lightly trail across his cheeks, before sliding into his hair.

She clings to him, as though afraid that he might vanish on her if she loosens her hold even a bit.

So Alpha moves to sit on the couch next to her, without pulling his lips away from hers for a moment. He pulls her onto his lap, blanket and all, and pulls her as close as the blankets will allow him.

“I love you,” She whispers against his lips.

Alpha doesn’t respond verbally, the words are still just a bit too hard for him to say, but he does kiss her deeply. She knows how he feels, even if the words never come.

[randumb-dork]

Last post till I start drawing again! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Y’all I wasn’t joking when I said that Critical was my favorite- I never create aus off of my own ocs, and yet here we are! After reading @naffeclipse’s “Cryptid Sightings” on ao3, and seeing some art on it, I just had to make this menace into even more of a menace by drawing him as a Cryptid. I took some inspiration from other Cryptid drawings, as well as a suggestion from @lost-at-534, but he’s my own design. And Lost didn’t help in my obsession of him 💀 With Siren Crit, I kinda had the same motivation to make him as I did with Cryptid Crit, so not much so say except he pretty :D Oh and, don’t be surprised if I draw him as other creatures too. Like perhaps, a dragon? 👀

Geez this is getting too long pfft. My bad o7

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Welp- Finally finished posting all of the art I’ve done over these past couple years. The ones that I’ve liked, at least. After this, my posts will be pretty sporadic and inconsistent, it may even take me a month or two till I draw something again. Just thought I’d let y’all know cuz been pretty consistently posting these past 2 or so weeks 💀 Drawing is one of many hobbies, so I may be too focused on a different hobby for a good while, at times. Till next time! o/

[lost-at-534]

Last but not Least, Siren number Three

✨Eclipse✨

Arguably the prettiest of boys

(my favourite is still the Moonman though.)

Y'all really liked the Moonman🫵😳🫶

[naffeclipse]

(once AP is done) how would you feel about someone printing and binding a copy for themselves? I really wanna grab it and hold it in my hands (if you are ok with that!)

The urge to make a cover is also very strong.

(and I'm still dying over the latest chapter)

I'm okay with people bookbinding my fics! Just so long as it's for personal use only.

I really want to try my hand at bookbinding so I'm hoping to give it a go with Apex Polarity! My darling friend gave me a bookbinding kit for Christmas and I'm dying to try it out.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Eric knew better than to continue watching you and Sunwoo… but he can’t seem to look away. Pairing: Sunwoo x fem!reader x Eric Tropes: idol au, established relationship au, poly au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, Smut Warnings: recording sex, costumes, unprotected sex, rough sex, voyeurism, breast play, mxm involvement, handjob Word Count: 534 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @drunk-on-hwa​ Special Tags: @sanjoongie​ (suffer with me 🫶🏼)

Page of Swords ➾ curious, voyeur, webcams, spying, recording, costumes, role play, same-sex relations, exhibitionism

You glance over at Sunwoo’s phone propped up on the small bedside table. You look absolutely debauched when you look at yourself on the screen. You guess you deserve it for deciding to wear a skimpy little nurse’s costume for the Halloween party. You figured you might be safe to wear it since it’s in your boyfriends’ dorm, but here you are, missing the party and getting railed instead. You toss your head forward into the blankets, your bright red lipstick getting even more smudged as you do so.

Sunwoo thrusts into you harder, causing you to nearly scream into the comforter. He takes a handful of your hair and pulls it so your face is showing to the camera again. You’re about to let out a long string of pleas to ask to cum, but his hips are suddenly still. You try to wiggle your hips to get some pleasure again as your orgasm fades away.

“We have a guest, baby.” Sunwoo muses, “You plan on palming yourself out there until you cum, Eric?”

The door pushes open fully from its previously ajar state. Your other boyfriend steps inside, slightly shy. You take it upon yourself to pull forward and thrust yourself back onto Sunwoo’s cock. He chuckles but doesn’t stop you. You get so lost in the moment that you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Eric’s cold fingers pull you up to rest on your elbows. Then tugging at the flimsy buttons of the top of your dress. He toys with your breasts for a bit, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he massages the soft mounds. You feel your orgasm building again, and you turn your face to try to capture Eric in a kiss.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Sunwoo tsks, “Come here, Eric.”

Eric listens and abandons your chest to stand beside Sunwoo. You watch on Sunwoo’s phone as he takes Eric’s chin in his hand and pulls him into a heated kiss. You know they’re about to get lost in it all, so you make sure you’re fucking yourself as roughly as you can on Sunwoo’s cock. You continue to watch the phone as Eric’s hips jerk against nothing, a silent beg to be touched. Though you can’t see it well, you know Sunwoo smirks against your other boyfriend’s lips before slipping his hand into the pants of his costume.

“Damn, you two really can’t take care of yourselves, can you?”

“N-no,” you moan wanting nothing more than to cum right now.

“I didn’t get an answer out of you, Eric.” he teases between kisses.

Eric doesn’t respond. He bucks his hips into Sunwoo’s hand a few more times before he stutters to a stop. A whine escapes his lips, and it’s immediately swallowed by Sunwoo’s kiss. You turn your head to properly look at them and see how when they pull apart, there’s a small string of saliva connecting them still. You let out a small noise that captures both of their attention. Another smirk grows on his face before moving his hips again to meet your thrusts.

“Go on, baby, cum. We have to take care of Eric forgetting to ask before cumming.”

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[13eyond13]

How many of these "Top 100 Books to Read" have you read?

(633) 1984 - George Orwell

(616) The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

(613) The Catcher In The Rye - J.D. Salinger

(573) Crime And Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(550) Catch-22 - Joseph Heller

(549) The Adventures Of Tom And Huck - Series - Mark Twain

(538) Moby-Dick - Herman Melville

(534) One Hundred Years Of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

(527) To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee

(521) The Grapes Of Wrath - John Steinbeck

(521) Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov

(492) Pride And Prejudice - Jane Austen

(489) The Lord Of The Rings - Series - J.R.R. Tolkien

(488) Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

(480) Ulysses - James Joyce

(471) Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte

(459) Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte

(398) The Brothers Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(396) Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

(395) To The Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf

(382) War And Peace - Leo Tolstoy

(382) The Sun Also Rises - Ernest Hemingway

(380) The Sound And The Fury - William Faulkner

(378) Alice's Adventures In Wonderland - Series - Lewis Carroll

(359) Frankenstein - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

(353) Heart Of Darkness - Joseph Conrad

(352) Middlemarch - George Eliot

(348) Animal Farm - George Orwell

(346) Don Quixote - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

(334) Slaughterhouse-Five - Kurt Vonnegut

(325) Les Misérables - Victor Hugo

(320) Harry Potter - Series - J.K. Rowling

(320) The Chronicles Of Narnia - Series - C.S. Lewis

(317) Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy

(308) Lord Of The Flies - William Golding

(306) Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison

(289) The Golden Bowl - Henry James

(276) Pale Fire - Vladimir Nabokov

(266) Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell

(260) The Count Of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas

(255) The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Series - Douglas Adams

(252) The Life And Opinions Of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman - Laurence Sterne

(244) Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert

(237) Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackery

(235) The Trial - Franz Kafka

(233) Absalom, Absalom! - William Faulkner

(232) The Call Of The Wild - Jack London

(232) Emma - Jane Austen

(229) Beloved - Toni Morrison

(228) Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

(224) A Passage To India - E.M. Forster

(215) Dune - Frank Herbert

(215) A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man - James Joyce

(212) The Stranger - Albert Camus

(209) One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest - Ken Kesey

(209) The Idiot - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(206) Dracula - Bram Stoker

(205) The Picture Of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

(197) A Confederacy Of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole

(193) Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf

(193) The Age Of Innocence - Edith Wharton

(193) The History Of Tom Jones, A Foundling - Henry Fielding

(192) Under The Volcano - Malcolm Lowry

(190) The Odyssey - Homer

(189) Gulliver's Travels - Jonathan Swift

(188) In Search Of Lost Time - Marcel Proust

(186) Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie

(185) An American Tragedy - Theodore Dreiser

(182) The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

(180) Siddhartha - Hermann Hesse

(179) The Magic Mountain - Thomas Mann

(178) Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe

(178) Tropic Of Cancer - Henry Miller

(176) The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton

(176) On The Road - Jack Kerouac

(175) The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

(173) The Giver - Lois Lowry

(172) Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh

(172) A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess

(171) Charlotte's Web - E.B. White

(171) The Ambassadors - Henry James

(170) Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace

(167) The Complete Stories And Poems - Edgar Allen Poe

(166) Ender's Saga - Series - Orson Scott Card

(165) In Cold Blood - Truman Capote

(164) The Wings Of The Dove - Henry James

(163) The Adventures Of Augie March - Saul Bellow

(162) As I Lay Dying - William Faulkner

(161) The Hunger Games - Series - Suzanne Collins

(158) Anne Of Greene Gables - L.M. Montgomery

(157) Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand

(157) Neuromancer - William Gibson

(156) The Help - Kathryn Stockett

(156) A Song Of Ice And Fire - George R.R. Martin

(155) The Good Soldier - Ford Madox Ford

(154) The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

(153) I, Claudius - Robert Graves

(152) Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys

(151) The Portrait Of A Lady - Henry James

(150) The Death Of The Heart - Elizabeth Bowen

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💤 HP Snooze Fest: Masterlist 💤

We're at the end of HP Snooze Fest 2023, and we've had a total of 31 sleep-tastic works created! Thank you to everyone who participated. This has been an absolute dream of a fest. TBD about what will happen to this fest in the future, but there's always a possibility for more cat naps ahead!

If you haven't already, make sure to check out all the snooze-erful works in the Collection on AO3 or see the full list below! 😴

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Femslash Ships

💤 In the Vault Where Reason Sleeps by @lee-bella 💤 (Bellatrix/Hermione, T, 1.1k)

💤 Only In Dreams Do I Wake by @lumosatnight 💤 (Hermione/Pansy, T, 1.5k)

💤 Merciful Dark by @vannminner 💤 (Hermione/Pansy, T, 1.9k)

💤 A Bit of Serenity by @sliebman10 💤 (Lavender/Parvati, T, 522)

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Het Ships

💤 Decibels by AlihotsyTotsy 💤 (Hermione/Severus, G, 250)

💤 Stay by AlihotsyTotsy 💤 (Neville/Pansy, M, 534)

💤 A Dream of Want by LadyUrsa 💤 (Hermione/Draco, E, 5.1k)

💤 Yes, Yes by TatooineTourist 💤 (Hermione/Draco, E, 7.0k)

💤 Your Heart's Against My Chest by @inastarlesssky 💤 (Hermione/Draco, G, 969)

💤 If I Lay Here by @inastarlesssky 💤 (Hermione/Draco, G, 812)

💤 A Much-Kneaded Rest by @ourswordsmeandeath💤 (Hermione/Draco, G, 1.1k)

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Slash Ships

💤 Please, don’t wake me (no, don’t shake me) by @onehundredflamingos 💤 (Regulus/James, E, 5.7k)

💤 Meaning of the tattoo by @goddess47 💤 (Harry/Severus, T, 400)

💤 For you, I'd let the world burn by world_on_fire_009 💤 (Draco/Harry, M, 1.6k)

💤 A Very Bad Idea by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Theo/Harry, G, 1.2k)

💤 Sing me to sleep by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Terence/Harry, T, 1.7k)

💤 I Get High on You by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (MacNair/Harry, E, 1.0k)

💤 As Good Pets Do by @lumosatnight 💤 (Peter/Percy, E, 500)

💤 The Housesitter by @lumosatnight 💤 (Sirius/Theo, E, 500)

💤 Got lost in it, feels impossible by @laserswordtraining 💤 (Harry/Tom, T, 19.2k)

💤 Sleepwalking Right Into His Arms by Lucigoo89 💤 (Viktor/Percy, T, 1.9k)

💤 See how it shines by @orange-peony 💤 (Draco/Harry, E, 18.7k, WIP)

💤 Left Spellbound by @lumosatnight 💤 (James Sirius/Severus, E, 1.5k)

💤 Catnapping by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Harry/OMC, G, 413)

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Poly Ships

💤 try to fix you by @maesterchill 💤 (Hermione/Harry/Ron, M, 2.0k)

💤 The Safe House by @sliebman10 💤 (Sirius/Remus/James, E, 1.3k)

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Gen Works

💤 Summer in Surrey by Elvira_Kamgut 💤 (Arabella & Minerva, G, 360)

💤 One Afternoon Nap by Elvira_Kamgut 💤 (Arabella & Minerva, G, 331)

💤 "Spiders cannot thermoregulate. How could I forget that?" by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Theo & Harry, G, 1.2k)

💤 The Best Christmas Ever by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Seamus & Harry, G, 831)

💤 "He climbed into my bed!" by x_manga_Bleach_x 💤 (Harry & Weasley Twins & Slytherins, NR, 538)

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See all works in the AO3 Collection!

[causenessus]

Quiet Nights. | Jacob Frye

jacob frye x reader

she/her pronouns

song recc: j’s lullaby (darlin’ i’d wait for you) by elaney bailey

word count: 534 words

short and sweet and not edited ♡ ⋆ ╰(´︶`)╯ ⋆ ♡

It is quiet on this particular night on the train.

Like the aftermath of a battlefield; after constant noise, it is too quiet.

His arms are wrapped around her waist, her back against his chest.

The eyes of the face resting on her shoulder are red and puffy.

He did not face her not because he was scared to be vulnerable but because if he faced her, he would break completely. 

“It’s not your fault, you know,” she whispers, relaxing farther back into his arms.

“I know,” his voice is hoarse and fragile. “I know they meant no harm. But it still hurts,” he nestles his face into her shoulder before he can break the train’s silence.

“Of course it does, Love. Because you didn’t do anything wrong,” she turns her head to kiss the side of his face, caressing it with a hand. “You’ve freed London and you’ve saved people. You’ve helped Mr. Darwin and Abberline amongst many others. They know how you work. They gave you the plan so that you could carry it out. All of our actions have effects, helpful and unhelpful. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve saved a lot of lives, Jacob. Evie thinks through her own plans because that’s how she does things. You do things differently and that’s fine. You learn in different ways because there isn’t one set way of doing something. You’ve both made mistakes but you’ve also saved people. Mistakes don’t cancel out what you’ve accomplished. You’ve done your best, something no one should ever tire of.”

Jacob removed his face from against her shoulder, returning back to resting his head on it. He interlaced his hands with hers to acknowledge her words before he spoke again, “I just don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t feel like I’m doing anything right.”

But her heart twists at his own, and for all the pain he had received in return for his help.  “Don’t let it get to you, Jacob. Don’t change who you are.  It’s almost over. Just the party. Then Starrick. You’ve done well,” she turns in his arms to face him, no longer being able to control herself. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she combs her fingers through his unkempt hair, feeling the way his heart beats quickly and body convulses ever so often, keeping his pain down. “Let it out, Love,” she says.

His arms wrap around her tighter, letting out only the quietest hiccups, but that was all he needed. All he needed to know was that he could take up space. That he could be himself and not be berated for it.

“But what will I do?” he asked quietly. He is a compass that has lost sight of true north. “I can’t do everything on my own. I have to work with them, but they’ll get angry at what I do. I’ll mess something up,”

“You won’t,” she reassures, running her fingers along his head. “And you’re not alone. I’ll talk to Henry about the plan. I’ll help you.” 

He nods, continuing to clutch her shoulder as he cries.

She presses a final kiss to his head, “You only need to keep doing your best.”