#nightly ritual

[memoirsofasiren]

Word to ya mutha: Even when drunk, one must put on their Devil horns, and perform the nightly skin care 🧖🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

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[phayz]

pulls out a large briefcase and unpacks an entire bong and puts it together piece by piece and hits a single toke before disassembling it again

[gloryseized]

Friend— Friend, would you stop squirming so much? He has to go hunt and will be back later. It would do this little two-legs good to have these scent marks he’s trying to put on all those dead-skins and head-fur, the ones that say “this one is protected and will be avenged by a nightfallen”, while Friend rests, but he can’t lick them on when he’s trying to run away. Go back to sleep! ( from toothless for link! )

@balladetto

Night-flight has a habit of leaving Link in the middle of the night. Presumably to hunt, Link figures, although he's never seen the results of the labor the next morning, so he can only assume. And even if Night-flight has had a portion of that evening's meal, he still likes to take off to be on his own for awhile. Link can understand that, that makes sense. What he doesn't quite understand is why Night-flight insists on rolling all over him before doing so.

He's even tried staying up a bit later so that Night-flight to have to roll all over him, and his bedroll, and all his surrounding weaponry, if only to be a bit more convenient and less flattened. But instead the dragon watches him with keen green eyes, almost seems to anticipate Link's bedtime and patiently waiting for his event before doing the nightly smothering.

The dragon's throat rumbles as he rolls all over Link, pointed ignoring the hand-waving in front of his face, usually enough to dissuade the dragon from taking a particular action. But no, Night-flight is intent on his self-appointed mission, rubbing his face all over Link's before he rolls a couple more times. A resigned sigh dances out of Link's lips as he finally lies still, submitting himself to the dragon's full attention.

And as Night-flight pulls himself back, looking down at Link with what can only be described as a pleased expression, a hand sweeps away from Link's temple, curling downward. << Why? >> he asks, expression amused despite his confusion.

[sexylittleslutsls]

There is room in this sexy bubble bath for two .. you don’t need an invitation come join me …. 😈😈

[clowndensation]

i need to find a matt pic before i go to bed so i can blow it a kiss and think about ******** *** ******* **** *********

[wickedzeevyln]

End of Day

The weight of the day is on my eyelids,my ears had their fill of songs,as I slog through your wordson my way to sleep,you tug a smile on the corner of your lips,my thoughts scurry toward a dark forest—Fermi’s paradox,I’m just at peace listening to you.Those eyes are still lit,like sconces against the midnight wind,no sense cudgeling it with a cruel goodnight,I curse the finite moments of saying…

[petnews2day]

Compilation of Dog Dad’s Reaction to His Borzoi’s Gifts Is Beyond Cute

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/ak6Yv

Compilation of Dog Dad’s Reaction to His Borzoi’s Gifts Is Beyond Cute

There are many perks to being a pet owner, but one that no one ever mentions are the presents. That is, the presents that your dog brings you. Sometimes those presents are less than desirable (like something nasty from the yard), while other times they just want to show you their favorite toy. That’s why […]

See full article at https://petn.ws/ak6Yv #DogNews #NightlyRitual

[awolfnamedluna]

YOUR ASS

[calltoamentor]

My Life in A Fantasy Bed and Breakfast

Whimsy should be a part of your day to day. When did we stop allowing magic and fun into our daily rituals, instead focusing on the grind? Some days, you just need to pretend you're opening a fantasy bed and breakfast.

Daily writing promptWhat daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?View all responses Whether we intentionally pursue them or not, I believe we all have routines and rhythms that we establish as part of our day-to-day movements. The small habits we enact without thinking, that help us save mental space for the moments where those rhythms need to diverge. Of course, the more…

[finniestoncrane]

ok it’s 10pm and we’re in bed. phone! show me rock hyraxes and chihuahuas please and thank you

[itsmuffiiee]

What are your favorite DCA fics? Some of mine are Solar Lunacy, LDR, and Sleuth Jesters! :D

OKAY!! so I don’t think I have a favorite? I have fanfics I’m currently excited to see update though!! (Which is.. almost every fic I read but I’ll try to include some I’m ESPECIALLY excited about!!)

Enjoy some silly notes about each Fic Below!! ・・・★

Flaring Rays and Ivory Crescents

By @surrealkunstlerin

- Moon has a silly stupid laugh but let him have it..! he deserves it!

- How y/n spending isn’t giving them anxiety is beyond me- I think you gotta trust the robots to be financially intelligent

- I would just sort of lay in moons arm all day before they both got mad at me for not doing anything 😞

- Self indulgent.. my dream: sun and moon would be helpers that help me live a better life )::

Red sky

By Kettle_fish

- “I want two boyfriends, and I want by boyfriends to be boyfriends”

- 257k my beloved

- I really enjoyed the moments of y/n bonding with sun and moon in the cell ::3c

An Introvert Meets the Devil at the End of the World

By Kassykins

- post apocalyptic time!!

- sun is so traumatized

- Should of listended to y/n smh

- interactions between the bots and y/n … 12/10… the other humans though make me question humanity- I think however that’s is the point to be off put and disgusted by them

- I enjoy moon protecting y/n as their source of life and is trying to get sun not to FUCK IT UP

He’s a little confused but he got the spirit

By @midnight-mourning

- I can’t wait to see sun stare in the mirror and realize “oh god, I like them, oh god, oh no.. THAT THING IS WHAT I FALL FOR? You got to be kidding me!!”

- The Sun is burning out and is stressed )::

- Beloved moon in this fic, I hope he gets everything he wants and more

- Fanart MIGHT be in progress.. I am excited to draw these goobers

There Are Many Benefits (To Rethinking This Career Path)

By @moonliched

- Nessa x Chica was not on my 2024 bingo

- I need to see sun and moon get jealous more often

- Author please, please, let them have a sleep over someway somehow

- “I need to go into the ocean, I need to be in there” - y/n probably

- the little extra bits at the end of each chapter DO make me smile and brighten up my day immensely

If ongoing fics aren’t your style !! And you prefer completed stories I also have: Claw at the Stars by @vivisols !!

- NON HUMAN Y/N BELOVED !!

- more mermaids.. ::3

- I love all their fics sm.. ‹𝟹

> I have so many more fics to share (to ramble about).. so..so many but I’ll leave it here for now!! Thank you for asking!! Please be mindful of tags before reading! ::)

[memoirsofasiren]

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[joelsgirl]

NIGHTLY RITUALS | DIN DJARIN X READER

Request Via DMs by @bearsbeetsbeskar: A fic where Din or maybe Joel is let's say cleaning their weapons, disassembling their guns and reader distracts them with some sloppy head, maybe they told reader they were not easily distracted when it came to these tasks and reader takes it as a challenge, until they can't take it anymore and then fuck her senseless Content Warnings: Darker Din, Age Gap, Size Difference, Elements of a Dom/Sub Relationship, Beskar Collar (in replace of an engagement ring in this au), Fucking You Until You Pass Out, Pain!Kink, Throat/Face Fucking, Squirting, Claimed Reader, Keeping the Armor On, Rough Sex, Slapping/Punishment, No Use of Y/N A/N: Set somewhere between Season 1 and 2, in the Razor Crest. + Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here!

He said he couldn't be distracted, that his focus and concentration was unshakeable. He did it not just for proprietary's sake, or because any bounty hunter worth his weight in beskar did. No. To him, cleaning his weapons was like a nightly prayer, a ritual that kept him sane, kept him focused. As if cleaning his weapons cleansed his soul, rid his hands of the blood that stained them. Stripped the demons he carried, the ghosts who haunted his soul. He hadn't chosen this life, it was forced upon him, as was yours... Still, you loved to watch. Settled on your knees before him, looking up at him in awe. It doesn't matter that you can't see his face, you don't need to.

Watching his skilled hands, the same hands that hold your waist as he fucks his frustration out on you, that have killed people in the name of protecting you; or making money, that have lovingly tucked your hair behind your ear or stroked the collar he had placed on your neck rub the barrel of the gun with a microfiber cloth, polishing it until it shone almost as brightly as the armor adorning his impressive bulk. Biting your lower lip, you knew he was utterly fixated on his ministrations - also knew that if anyone could distract him, it's you.

Delicate fingers tug the zipper of his black fatigues down, the beskar on his large thighs cool beneath your wrists. Biting your lower lip, you feel your body reacting at the mere thought of touching his cock, your nipples hardening, sweet little cunt soaked already. You're naked, save for the collar, it's how he liked it - how you liked it, too. He doesn't flinch. Knows exactly what you're like, ignoring you as he places that gun down and picks up the next one, the subtle shift of metal on metal a pleasant backdrop to your own thoughts.

You can practically hear this thoughts, it's not going to work...

The low cadence of his velvety voice sounding in your mind. You'd have a wicked grin crossing your lips were they not wrapped around the head of his thick cock. A moan escaping you at how soft he feels against your tongue, pressing down further, sucking that achingly hard length as he continues with his work. You know it's getting to him, can feel his length twitch as you work him, small hands on the beskar plates over his thighs as you keep working him slowly, teasingly.

It doesn't take long, you knew it wouldn't. Despite his ability to remain deadly calm, focused in the heat of battle - here, in the safety of the crest, nestled in a forgotten corner of the galaxy, he couldn't resist you. Couldn't resist your sweet lips as they worked him like that, one of his favourite things... A gloved hand abandoned it's mission to rest on top of your head, guiding you slowly at first, rolling his hips up to meet you. "Fuck, baby..."

You can hear the need in his voice, your own just as intense. Glancing up, wide, innocent eyes looking up at him as his pace intensifies. That hand, resting so gently balls into a fist, knotting your hair around his glove, holding your head in place as he ruts up into you. "You know it's a bad idea to tease me like this. Makes me want to punish that little body of yours." He groans as he forces every inch into that little throat, tilting your head back, tightening you around him as he looks down at you. Loves that pretty face, the seductive look in your eye as he claims you. The collar just visible.

"This what you wanted?" You'd nod if you could, but he's so big, almost too big. You can only take him when he fucks you like this, holds you steady as he drills that pretty little mouth. "Wanted me to show you what you do to me? Show you what happens when you distract me from my work?" He groans at the feel of your throat milking your cock. It's almost as good as that sweet little cunt. "So naughty, baby girl." Yanking your head up by your hair, his gloved thumb brushing against your swollen bottom lip as you gasp for air. Eyes glazed over, delirious with need. Fingers pinching your nipples hard, before spinning you around and forcing you to bend over the table he'd just been working at. You can feel the weapons beneath, digging into you. The metal as cold as his armor.

A chill runs down your spine as you feel him rise to full height behind you, towering over your petite little body. He was big on a good day, with all that armor? Fuck. Nothing turns you on more. The hand in your hair releases your long, soft locks. Sliding down your back slowly, meticulously. Knowing you won’t move, that you’re an obedient girl, that you’ll stay right there, just like that for him… “You remember what I told you would happen if you distracted me?” His voice was deep, that darkness that welled in the depths of him just colouring the surface.

You nod, bracing yourself. Delicate hands finding the opposite edge of the small, metal desk he used. The cargo bay doubling as his work space. Carbonite blocks suspended behind you both. He smoothed the supple skin of your ass gently, lovingly, before raising his beskar lined glove and coming down hard. Your body trembles from the force, the soft bloom of the hit already colouring your skin.

A moment later, a small strap of leather is placed between your teeth, giving you something to bite down on before his hand comes down on you again. Crying out as the pain licks at your nerves, your body on fire as you hold still for him. Fuck, it feels so good. Your sweet little cunt slick with heat as he slaps you again, and again. He could do this for hours and never tire; has done before… and you’d beg him for it. Loving the feel of him against you, the way he grinds his cock against your ass. The sharp sting of the gloves, adding weight to the brutal hits. You love it when he slaps your ass so hard, he has to carry you to bed. Always so sweet and loving when he’s done with you, soothing you, holding you in the thick muscle of his arms. Peppering soft kisses to your forehead.

You shiver at the thought, your mind blitzing out from the delicious pain, so much so you don't even register the feel of his thick cock pressing against your cunt. "You should know better, brought this on yourself, sweet girl." Don't you know it... he says it as if this wasn't exactly what you wanted, what you needed, what you prayed for. As if you hadn't thought about him filling you with that perfect cock, destroying your little body, reminding you exactly who you belong to, who put that collar on your throat. Damn near purring with need as you wait with bated breath, until he sinks that cock into you and you're screaming with pleasure.

A different kind of pain taking over, the kind that comes from being so full it's like you're tearing in half. It doesn't matter how many times he fucks you, it's always a guttural invasion and it makes you want to take him even more. To prove how good you can be, how you deserve it... "Fuck, please..." Crying out with need, white knuckling the edge of that table, as if hanging on would protect you from the impending onslaught, despite how badly you needed it.

Nothing would save you from him; and you didn't want it to...

He showed no mercy, never did. Sliding out to the tip before slamming back in, his thrusts as brutal as his hand. Your screams echo off the metal walls of the cargo bay, no one can hear you but him, no one can save you... and wasn't that a blessing? A sign that your prayers had been answered. He fucked you so relentlessly, the desk shook though it was welded to the ground. The guns around you rattling across the surface. "Look at what happens when you distract me from my work, baby girl..." He slaps you again, before soothing the ache in your ass, the soft flesh burning from his assault. Your clit grinding against the cold metal, adding the most delicious friction to the mix.

"Hold on, baby."

His free hand finds your hair again, lifting your head up and yanking it back, making your back arch as your tits slap together, your hands never releasing the lip of the desk. Your moans blend with the sound of his armor hitting your thighs, your toes lifting from the floor, barely scraping it as he drills into you. The lack of movement in the desk making you feel every single inch as he bottoms out in your tight hole. Groans filling the room as you milk his hard length, so tight around him his eyes close beneath the helmet, lost to the pleasure as he turns you into his nightly ritual instead.

Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, slamming into you as hard as he is, until you're gushing over his cock and sobbing from the pleasure. He fucks you straight through it, his stamina knowing no bounds. The first of many orgasms; drilling you until you've lost count and your vision is fading. His fist in your hair the only thing keeping your body upright. You can feel the weight of the beskar around your throat, feel the love and need. The way he relies on you to take him, to keep himself going.

"Please, please don't stop..." Your moans almost soft now, eyes fluttering closed. You know he isn't even close to cumming yet, and that it wouldn't be the end even when he did. So disciplined, so in control, he could fuck you all night; has before. He fucks you until your mind gives out, fading into darkness, the prayer that his cock was still slamming into you when you wake up the last thought in your mind before you give in...

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[yumaisbored]

who am i without tgcf? a depressed shell of a person. and what of it? move on.

[oldfarmhouse]

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[mouse-fantoms]

How dare you tempt me-