#wrote this half asleep

[thegayestdiaz]

AND ANOTHER THING

the “recent” (actually not that recent) obsession that writers have with subverting viewers expectations and calling anything with a happy or even semi-satisfactory ending “fan service” needs to die.

god forbid that the fans of your show, people who have spent their time and sometimes even money to watch, be happy? experience joy? people will love something so much and the creators of that media will laugh and mock them as if those very fans aren’t the reason you even have a show in the first place.

like why would you spend whole seasons setting up plotlines, giving hints and clues, getting your audience excited for big reveals only to basically throw all that back in their faces and for what? now people will see your name attached to future projects and be like “oh no that’s the dumbfuck that fucked up my favorite show i don’t want to be apart of that again.”

just, if your show has been on for years and years and it’s ending then idk maybe the fans should be serviced. maybe they should get what you’ve been promising them all along. when did proper character development and tying up story resolutions in a satisfying way that makes sense for the character become a lost art?

[ipukebabies]

Company

Reader can't sleep, Thanos comforts them. Written because I couldn't sleep. For the people getting confused: THIS IS ABOUT THANOS, THE MAD TITAN!!! NOT WHOEVER THE MAN FROM SQUID GAME IS!!!!

It's four in the morning. You carefully crawl back into the bed, hoping to not wake your lover. Your efforts run futile as you make the mattress shift, just enough to stir Thanos from his sleep.

"Y/N?" He grumbles, watching you through heavy eyelids. He glances at you in the darkness of the night. "Sorry babe, didn't mean to wake you. It's still night, go back to sleep." You whisper softly, trying to soothe the titan. He is not so easy to fool.

"You are still awake." He states, opening his eyes a little more. He sits up on the bed.

"I just had to use the toilet." You reassure, to no avail. Thanos reaches out, gently placing a hand on your cheek.

"What troubles you, my love?" He asks softly. It's probably his tiredness that's letting him show so much affection at once, his eyes full of love and worry as he studies you, finger gently caressing your face.

"Nothing, baby. Really. I guess I've just... not been able to rest these past nights."

He hums in acknowledgement, you can tell he doesn't believe you. He lets up anyway, lifting the covers and pulling them over himself comfortably.

"Join me then, Y/N. Perhaps company is what you need." He lifts his arm, and who are you to deny such an offer? You crawl over, nuzzling him nice and close. He puts his arm down and around you, holding onto you gently and closing his eyes.

You can feel him trying to fight sleep to match you, and it makes you smile. You press a gentle kiss to his shoulder where you can reach, and listen in amusement as he eventually loses and starts to snore quietly.

You close your eyes as well, relishing in the warmth of his body. Right as always he was; company really is what you needed. Especially when it's his. You let the peaceful wave of sleepiness wash over you, and less than five minutes later, you're out cold.

Thanos doesn't wake you that morning. He figures you deserve the rest.

[bloodlustngore]

Catch me! ~ Vanessa A

Hiiii so here’s the Vanessa x reader that won the vote (I’ll still upload the Amanda Young one dw) this has been in my drafts for days bcos I haven’t proofread it & I wrote it whilst I was tired, so of it doesn’t make sense you know why. Anyway…

This one is more like Security Breach so not really movie Vanessa!

Summary: Y/n ends up staying behind at the Pizza-plex with Vanessa, the blonde tries to tell her that she has to leave because the place gets 'weird' during the night. Y/n finds it funny to Make Vanessa chase her.

(Vanessa & reader are friends) it’s like not really mentioned much.

Word count: 1300 (ish)

Vanessa had tried to tell Y/n that she must leave, the main entrance to the Pizza-plex had closed until six a.m and now there wasn't really anyway for Y/n to leave until six in the morning. The blonde had warned Y/n that strange things happen here when everyone leaves...but Y/n knows that, she knows the rumors of this place.

But that didn't stop Y/n from wanting to know Vanessa more...they'd been close for a few months now, ever since Y/n bumped into her a few times here. "What did I tell you Y/n?! Now you can't leave until six and I have to make sure you stay put!" Vanessa argued as she dragged Y/n back into her office with her. "You're a grown woman and you're acting like a child!" Vanessa then added. Y/n rolled her eyes at the blonde, she wasn't fussed about her yelling, Y/n found that hot...she just stood and admired the blonde.

"Are you even listening?!"

"Blah blah...yeah Vanessa I know this place is strange when everyone leaves. I know that the animatronics are alive. And I also know you, I'm not afraid of any of them...or Vanny." Y/n knew not to really bring up Vanny...Vanny was her alter, not to be messed with, then again Vanessa wasn't really to be messed with.

"I just...don't want anything to happen to you Y/n. I don't want to harm you." Vanessa added. That was genuine, the blonde woman really cared for Y/n and if she ever hurt her she wouldn't know how to live with herself. "You won't. If Vanny makes an appearance I know how to occupy her."

Vanessa sighed, she knew that she wasn't going to win this; Y/n was just as stubborn as anything but she secretly loved that about her. Not to mention Vanessa had no energy to argue with her right now, she had a job to do. "Just stay here."

Y/n rolled her eyes "until six in the morning? No chance." She shrugged, Vanessa was too busy wondering what Y/n was thinking until she saw the woman take off towards her office door and outside it. "You gotta catch me first!"

"Ugh! Y/n this isn't a game!" Vanessa yelled as she began to chase after Y/n. She didn't have time for this, and Y/n was a grown woman. Not that Vanessa wasn't opposed to having any fun but this was her job and she needed to make sure that everything was in check whilst making sure Y/n doesn't run into something she would regret.

Eventually Y/n had stopped in front of a lot of arcade games. This was one of Y/n' favourites when she was a kid. "Hey Nessa! Wanna try and beat me at the bowling?" Y/n chuckled. The blonde stopped in her tracks and sighed. "Y/n...can you please just go back to my office. I can't do my job with a pretty woman running around. I will get into trouble." Vanessa hoped that Y/n didn't just hear the part where she called her pretty.

But Y/n did...she blushed a little bit but didn't bring it up, pretending like she didn't hear the pretty blonde. "Oh c'mon, no one else is around. Freddy and the others are in their rooms. The other bots don't care..." Y/n paused for a moment, giving Vanessa a small smile.

"Please."

"I said no."

"You're so boring, Vanessa"

They went silent for a moment, Vanessa let out a sigh, taking that 'boring' comment a little to heart. She approached Y/n and leaned in a bit towards her, their lips ghosted over each other's. "I'm not boring, I'll prove it."

"Yes! Let's start up the game."

on Vanessa started up the mini bowling game, typing in their names for the board. The music for it started playing. "I'm so gonna beat you" Y/n chuckled.

"Oh yeah, you wanna bet Y/n?" Vanessa added, amused by Y/n' enthusiasm. "Oh I bet Nessa."

Y/n went first but it didn't go to plan, she barely knocked any of the pins down, but when Vanessa went up she got a strike first go. Turning around and smirking at Y/n. "You're smug now just wait!" Y/n chuckled.

Y/n didn't win the round...Vanessa did altogether. "I won so what did we bet?" Vanessa asked, with a chuckle. She smirked at the woman who looked so defeated. "We didn't really bet anything..." Y/n muttered, still annoyed with herself.

Vanessa was about to say something until she changed her mind, a rock song had started playing and this was one of her favorites. "Wanna dance?"

"Of course you like rock! It is a good genre..." Y/n added. Vanessa grabbed Y/n' hand and the two women danced close to each other, laughing and sometimes spinning each other around. Vanessa had completely lost track of what she was meant to be doing, too in the moment of dancing with Y/n...even if the blonde suggested dancing in the first place. The two women had to stop a moment to catch their breaths. But it was short lived, Vanessa kept glancing at Y/n' lips every few seconds.

The blonde didn't waste any time when she grabbed Y/n by the waist and pulled her closer to her once again. Y/n didn't even get time to question her, as Vanessa pulled her in for a kiss, Y/n was shocked at first but she didn't pull away, she didn't want to. Instead she kissed Vanessa back with just as much need the first time the blonde kissed her. Vanessa wrapped her arms around Y/n' waist even more, pulling her as closer as she could, Y/n' around the back of the blonde security guards neck.

The kiss had become deeper when Vanessa backed Y/n up against an arcade machine, and as soon as Y/n let out a gasp Vanessa slipped her tongue into her mouth. They had completely forgotten where they were, and whilst nobody else was around apart from a few bots and also the main animatronics...this was still Vanessa' job. The sounds of heavy breathing, Vanessa was about to take this further until the lights suddenly turned off.

Vanessa pulled away, a very serious look on her face. Which concerned Y/n as well. "Shit. Y/n I need you to go back to my office and stay there, okay?" Vanessa added. "We can talk about this...later" she pointed out.

"Did the breaker trip? In this area?" Y/n questioned.

"I'm gonna see if its only this area...you go back to the office” Vanessa added. "I'd feel safer with you then alone in your place.”

"No."

"I'm sticking with you Nessa."

Vanessa rolled her eyes she was about to groan but stopped herself, Y/n has always been stubborn since they first met. And although Vanessa loved that about her...she also didn't want anything horrible to happen to her. "You're so fucking stubborn Y/n. Fine, here' a spare flashlight. Stay near me."

"Yes ma'am" Y/n chuckled. Vanessa couldn't help herself, she grabbed Y/n and kissed her once more, leaving Y/n even more speechless than she already was after their make out session that was rudely interrupted. "Lets go and get this over with." Vanessa added. Y/n staying next to her.

[greg-montgomery]

thigh riding + praise kink with greggie 😫😫😮‍💨💗

“What’s wrong?” your boyfriend’s raspy voice got your attention.

You turned your head to look at him and you giggled softly at the sight of him. Sleepy eyes, messy hair and a wrinkled gray t-shirt…he looked perfectly cute.

It was two in the morning and you felt terrible for waking him up. You’d been tossing and turning for hours now.

You lifted Greg’s arm, before wrapping it around you and made yourself comfortable by his side.

“I can’t sleep, Greggie,” you mumbled against his chest.

“Oh, my poor baby…” He pouted, kissing the tip of your nose. “Need me to do anything? Some hot chocolate might make you sleepy,” he suggested.

“You’d make hot chocolate for me in the middle of the night?”

“Honey, I would die for you,” he said. “You think I’d mind missing a few minutes of sleep to make you your favorite drink?”

“Baby…” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, leaving tiny kisses at every inch. “I love you.”

His lips curled into a satisfied smile at the feeling of your lips on his skin. “Mmm…I love you more.”

Soon you were on top of him, this time with your mouth on his.

“So no hot chocolate?” he asked in the middle of your kisses.

“No,” you answered. “This is much better.”

You couldn’t deny that making out with Greg was getting you excited, but you also couldn’t deny that even though you weren’t sleepy, you were tired.

You didn’t have the energy for sex. Grinding yourself on him though to make yourself feel good sounded like a really nice idea.

As if Greg had read your mind, he slipped his right leg between yours and grabbed your hips bringing you close to him.

“Baby, can I?” you asked shyly, hiding your face by letting your head fall on his chest.

“Can you what?” he said, using two of his fingers to grab your chin, making you look into his eyes. “Rub your pussy on me?”

“Greg,” you whined.

“Go ahead, baby. Use me to feel good.” He ran his fingers through your hair, a sweet smile on his face. “Maybe a nice orgasm will make you sleepy, hm?”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You slowly started rocking your hips against his thigh.

“That’s it…” he said, leaving a sweet kiss behind your ear. “Does that make your little clit feel good, angel?”

“Ah…so good…” you moaned, your hands grabbing the fabric of his t-shirt.

“I know, baby,” he said, sweetly. “You deserve it. My pretty girl deserves the world.”

His words made you press yourself harder on his thigh, certain that there was already a wet spot formed on his pajama pants.

“Such a sweet pussy. I bet it’s soaked right now, isn’t it, baby?” he asked, as your moves got more and more desperate. “God, I wanna lick it so bad. Suck on that clit you’re so desperately rubbing on me right now.”

“Feels so nice…” you whimpered, biting his shoulder.

“Baby, can you take it all off?“ he asked, referring to your underwear and the oversized t-shirt your had stolen from him. “I wanna look at you as you fuck yourself on me. You’ve made me so fucking hard already.”

You were quick to take off your panties - impatient to straddle his thigh again - while Greg helped you take off your top.

He took your nipple between his wet lips and sucked on it as you moaned in pleasure. Your hands tugged on his soft hair, pulling him close to you.

“Greg…”

“Your tits are fucking perfect,” he said, giving a soft bite to your sensitive skin there. “You are perfect.”

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” you whined.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “That’s it, go faster baby. Cum for me, make me proud,” he urged you and you did.

You humped his thigh faster and faster ‘till it felt so good your threw your head back and completely let go, allowing the pleasure go through your entire body. “Fuck.”

You rested your cheek on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

“Good?” he asked, moving his hand up and down your back, sending tingles everyone inside you.

“Perfect,” you whispered, your eyes feeling so heavy you didn’t wanna open them again.

[arachine]

oh my god. i am such a whore for analysis videos!!!! this video right here. RIGHT HERE. pls watch it and then come back.

i agree with everything op said. everyone thinks neteyam and lo’ak have the strongest relationship out of all the siblings, but…i really don’t see that. if anything, i feel like neteyam is the one who constantly tries to reach out to lo’ak, but because lo’ak sees neteyam as this perfect golden child, he can’t find it in himself to reciprocate the energy.

like it’s already pretty obvious why lo’ak feels this way. we all know he’s jake’s parallel—as neteyam is to neytiri—so that pressure of constantly having to prove himself to jake kinda leaves room for resentment to grow. and i’m not saying lo’ak absolutely loathes neteyam, because that’s not what i’m saying AT ALL, but their relationship is very complex and i don’t think they’re as close as everyone makes them out to be.

neteyam has just been trying to fulfill his duties, and being a good brother and looking out for the rest of his siblings (but especially lo’ak), is one of them. i feel like lo’ak is closer with spider because spider doesn’t expect anything from him, and doesn’t have to live up to the same responsibilities or pressures as everyone else. he’s just as much as an outcast as lo’ak is—and that’s why they clicked!

kiri is a close second too because although she was taken in with open arms, i don’t think she really sees herself as a sully? not when she’s still so curious about grace (which is expected, obviously), but it’s still such a huge part of her identity that kind of determines how she navigates through her relationships with her family. anyway BYEEEE IM WHILIN 🚶🏽‍♀️

[raineyteaclouds]

you promised me infinity

time feels like an infinity with you

though the items are infinitely soaring past,

through the sky that hope could never reach

but i stare, it infinite; hope, promise,

crouching, down below,

as close to the ground i can be.

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

Sir Pentious x reader. Clean.

A preening session.

You had been desperate to get an ounce of relief, itching and resisting the urge to pull your feathers out.

It wasnt until you spotted a giant serpentine angel preening the small wings on toddler winners that you considered asking for some help. It looked relaxing and maybe this pretty creature wouldnt be too tired. Settling down you watched to learn how its done.

Sir Pentious was gentle, laying the next child over his tail and gently rubbing the joints of their wings, then progressing to the pin feathers. Gently plucking broken feathers and straightening the good feathers into place.

"Goodness little one... did you fly into a tree?"

He hummed as he spotted a few bits of wood and a single leaf. The small child didnt answer as they were half asleep, and by then the process was over and ready for collection by their adoptive parents. Pentious watched the little tikes toddle off or be carried away by their parents before getting up and stretching, his own wings stretching beautifully, they were fluffy and soft so he had to be new.

Once you got the courage you went up to him and tapped his back, to which he whipped around extremely fast almost scaring the heavens out of you.

You scrambled to apologize but he cut you off quickly,

"Ah! Ssorry I'm very antsy, didnt mean to ssscare you!"

He was really pretty up close, you entirely forgot your manners as you reach and stroke his face, a smooth scaly texture you've never felt covered him. A small pushed in snake snout was almost missed by your touch, you pulled your hand back when his forked tongue licked you when it flicked out.

"Ew!" You squealed.

"You sssmell nice. But maybe dont touch me like that, I dry out easily! Everyone keepss doing it and I'm about to ssshed!"

He huffed but wasnt really annoyed, truth be told it was kinda nice knowing people felt safe around him, enough to just outright touch him at that.

"Anyway! What did you need from me? A preening? Everyone seems to keep asking me to.. something about how my claws get that itch they cant reach? You know if your just gentle you can do it with ease-"

He was explaining the process but you weren't following at all, you just ended up asking him to please show you how by doing one wing. He gave in to the request after promising to get him some food after since he's feeling a bit peckish.

The two of you went to a somewhat private cafe, the windows were a bit tinted and had a secluded booth only really used for people who were feeling a tad overwhelmed. You came to this booth often what with the brightness of heaven.

You got him some food and he positioned you against the wall to start on your wing while he ate a sandwich and tea.

Your legs almost fell asleep from holding still in your position for him, a soft blush forming as he rubbed your back. His palms were kinda soft but not warm. He wasnt warm at all, just cool as a breeze, makes sense since hes a snake and cold blooded. As you thought about it you felt his tail around you.

"Sssorry it's a bit chilly in here.. lemme do your other wing."

You folded the good wing and turned around so he could lay your other wing over the table. He was back to working at it and you took to rubbing his tail, it was very muscular. Despite it looking chubby it was dense and tight with muscle that somewhat rippled as he moved.

Eventually it was over and he left after wishing you well.

[lilacgaby]

katsuki, who practices asking you out by talking to you. or well, a sleeping you at least.

you'd developed a habit of sleeping after a study session, which is when he'd take the time and softly whisper his confession to you, hands fiddling with his pencil, curses spilling from his lips as he messed up. heart rate spiking everytime you'd adjust yourself in your sleep.

it was the fifth time when he finally got his words down pat. his voice vibrating against the palm he used to support his head as he stringed the words together perfectly,

all for it to go to waste when he actually confessed. the words leaving his mind, his mouth hung open as the cogs turned in his mind, your favorite flowers held tightly in his hands as he fought to string together something. anything?

"please be my girlfriend."

as he felt his soul leave his body, he was relieved when you took the flowers out his hands, a smile on your lips as you eased all his tension with just 3 words.

"of course, katsuki."

years passed, yet the memories of his preparation never left his mind. and even though they weren't exactly helpful in the end..

he couldn't help himself from practicing his proposal to you using the same method. now though, you were asleep in your shared bedroom, you were both pro-heroes now, and he fiddled with the ring he bought for you instead of that mechanical pencil.

a lot of things didn't change though. the anxious feelings and butterflies that bubbled in his chest as he stuttered and mumbled a practiced speech over and over again,

and you, who played along despite not really being asleep.

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[kruegerspillow]

simon riley who just needs to be understood. that's all. one whole jar of pity wouldn't do it, he needs you to acknowledge him. and, when you do, he'll surrender himself faster than he should.

The rain pours down heavily against the roof, the sound of pitter-patters humming throughout your house.

It had been weeks ever since Simon's leave and the sudden change hits you harder than a damn truck. It's just going to be a few weeks, he wrote down in the letter. But, you never really believed him, no. Fuck, you know he'd do anything (that includes lying) just for you to be at ease.

Though, the bed felt colder than before. Your place felt even more... tense, with the feeling of unease running through your body and the unusual, eerie silence. His job wasn't an easy one, and with the fact that his life is on the line, it made it worse.

Your heartbeat quickened as you looked down at your phone, scrolling through the messages and pictures Simon had sent the other day. You don't understand how soldiers could be so composed in the middle of the battlefield, including Simon himself. You'd be damned if you heard a single gunshot ringing across you.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of a car engine knocked you out of your trance. Your head perked up, a feeling of hope sparking up in your weary heart. Could it be him? You thought to yourself. He's earlier than usual.

You placed your phone on the table, gaze locking onto the front door as you leaned back against the armrest of the couch, a pillow pressed against your back. The sound of the engine eventually came to a stop, then—

Click.

There he was. Simon motherfuckin' Riley.

He took off his boots and placed them aside as soon as he met your gaze. The smell of rain and dirt lingered around him, but he didn't care anymore. Not when the love of his life is right in front of him, waiting patiently to be placed into his embrace. But, he's fuckin' exhausted, and he can't help but let the feeling of fatigue take over his body.

He closed the door behind him, walking towards you with a look of deep longing and care. His bags were left right beside the front door. Your eyes travelled over his figure, searching for any new scars or wounds.

"Bloody 'ell, I missed ya s'much." He murmured, his voice raspy and carried a handful of emotions.

Before you knew it, he plopped down onto you, head resting against your plump thighs, earning an amused gasp from you. His arms softly wrapped around your waist, slipping underneath your shirt before caressing your bare skin. You sighed in content, relaxing beneath him before your hands made their way to his hair, running your fingers through his hair.

"Welcome home, Simon." You greeted him, your voice filled with warmth and relief.

He grunted in response, burying his face between your thigh, causing you to nearly whimper in response. But you knew he ran out of the energy, having finished a tiring deployment. Your gaze softened at the sight before you. Sometimes, even the strongest souls get exhausted.

"Want me to make tea for you, love?" You softly whispered into his ear.

He shook his head, wanting to hold you just for a while (that's a lie. He'd go through the whole month burying his face into you) and you understood, staying silent as you embraced him. You let him do his thing and fuck he was turned on by that mere fact. But, for now, lust was long forgotten, buried away by the need of your comfort and warmth.

Your hands gently massaged his tense shoulder, feeling the way his muscles relaxed under your touch. Slowly, his vision fades into nothingness, for your touch has provided comfort even to the soul of the corrupt. Surrendering himself into sleep had never felt so... easy.

And, soon, he'll show you just how lucky he is to have you.

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[misc-obeyme]

You sometimes wonder if the demons end up in your room at night because somehow they know that you no longer prefer to wake up alone.

Ever since you started living at the House of Lamentation, you have gotten used to finding one or more of them there with you. A friendly face, a gentle touch, the warm body of someone who cared for you, someone you cared for in return.

They all arrive in their own unique ways.

Mammon, who always crashes through your door so easily during the day, sneaks in quietly at night. Most of the time he doesn't wake you. But if he does, he gets flustered and starts to leave until you ask him to stay.

"Of course ya want the Great Mammon to stay with ya," he says. Even in the darkness, you know he's blushing as he says it.

If you whine with nightmares, he'll kiss your head, pull you closer, and whisper that it'll be all right. And instantly the nightmares dissipate.

You never have nightmares when Belphie is around, either. He shows up in your dreams himself, fighting off the terrors with an energy you never see in him when he's awake.

He'll snuggle up to you any time and any place, but most often he finds you at night. He's impossible to disturb, even if you kick him in your sleep. You sometimes wake to find him in strange positions.

Asmo always rearranges him if they both end up with you on the same night.

"You won't get quality sleep like this," he says. "And you need quality sleep if you want to have quality skin!"

When he's alone, Asmo will come in only to stare at you fondly for a while. You know he never intends to stay. It's just a little peek at his favorite sleeping human. But then he finds he can't tear himself away. You'll wake up with his lips pressed against your cheek, as he always wants to kiss you in his sleep.

You sometimes have dreams about eating something, but in the morning you find it's because Beel was there having a midnight snack before falling asleep beside you. He likes to hold you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. You wake up in the middle of the night sometimes because it feels like being held by a furnace.

Although these are the brothers you wake up to most often, you'll find the others come around sometimes, too.

Satan will crawl into bed with you directly, without hesitation, but you know he's embarrassed about the need to be next to you. He'll hold you tightly, like he's afraid to let go. If you ask him what's wrong, he'll tell you, but it's always muffled because he's pressing his face into your neck.

"I'm irritated and I can't calm down enough to sleep," he says. "You always… "

You brush your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I know," you say. Because you do. You know that your presence relaxes him in a way nothing else does.

The ever elusive Levi only stops in when you're alone. He won't join any of his brothers and half the time, he's still awake in his room, binging anime or gaming into the wee hours. You pretend to be asleep if you know he's lingering outside your door because then he'll finally come inside.

He'll stand there and look at you, like he's just dropping in for a moment. He tells himself he'll always leave before you wake up, but that never happens. You deliberately shift yourself to be inviting, creating a space for him beside you. If he's here, he likely needs to rest, to shut off his mind for a little while, to indulge in his desire to be close to you when no one else is around. He blushes the whole time, but he does crawl beneath your covers and rest his head on your chest.

And then there's Lucifer.

The other brothers are constantly going in and out of your room. They have gaming competitions there and movie marathons. Sometimes they gather to do homework with you. Sometimes it's only one or two of them. And you always find one sleeping beside you.

Lucifer rarely takes part in these activities. He's always holed up in his office, working. He waits for you to come to him.

But every once in a while, you'll wake to find him kneeling beside your bed, his hand in your hair or resting on your cheek. Like he came in to check on you and couldn't resist a soft caress. His presence inevitably wakes you. And if you reach out, if you grab his hand, if you hold onto him, he'll give in and stay.

His most vulnerable moments are when he lies down in your bed beside you and lets himself run his fingers along your skin. He'll kiss your forehead and your eyelids, a tender gesture that speaks volumes.

And every morning, no matter who is with you when you wake, you find yourself next to someone who loves you. It becomes your favorite way to start the day. And somehow, every demon living in the House of Lamentation is aware of this. They make sure you're never sleeping alone.

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[midnightorchids]

It’s nearing dawn when Jason comes home from patrol. His body feels exhausted and his eyes feel heavy, but despite his fatigue, he misses you and wants to be in your arms.

He enters your shared apartment through the front door, careful not to make any sudden and loud noise. He catches the tv on in the living room and he knows you fell asleep watching your show. A soft smile paints his lips as he makes his way over to the couch.

The soft glow from the tv reflects on your skin and he admires you in your sleeping state. Your hair is a mess, but to Jason, you look absolutely gorgeous.

He mumbles a small “so pretty,” and gently moves your bangs out of your face before placing a loving peck on your forehead.

You stir in your sleep and he wants to move you to the bedroom, but ultimately decides to leave you alone for a little longer, not wanting to corrupt your skin with the filth of the wretched city. He wants to shower first and free himself of the grime.

Once he’s all clean, he takes your sleeping figure into his arms and you subconsciously hold on to him tighter. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and place a gentle kiss against it.

“You smell good Jay,” you mutter against his skin and he shivers at the sensation.

“Just showered sweetheart,” he says in return and you kiss his neck again in response, too tired to speak.

He tucks you into your side of the bed and then makes his way to his own. He pulls your body close to his and caresses your hair. He gently tugs at the strands and brushes his fingers through your scalp.

Jason lives for soft and domestic moments like these. It was a privilege he wasn’t sure he deserved, but he adored it nonetheless.

Jason smiles to himself and places another kiss against your forehead. He whispers goodnight even though he knows you’re not listening and then, he lets his slumber take over.

[eumivrse]

BE NATURAL : nanami kento

warning(s) breeding, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, shower sex, spanking, slight hair pulling, biting, a little degradation, reader & nanami are married, aftercare

word count 3,844

author’s note cuz nanami is the master at fucking you senseless then taking care of u after :,)

you aren’t sure what pissed him off, all you know is that kento came home already pent up.

you came out of your shared bedroom with nothing but a towel on— being on your way to take a shower— but you heard the anticipated click! of the door, which naturally made you wanna greet the love of your life. he hooked his finger in to the back of his loafers to take them off, meticulously placing them back on the shoe rack next to the front door. he hadn’t noticed you at this point and something about the underlying tension is stopping you from greeting him with your usual cheer.

after all, it’s rare for him to not acknowledge you considering that you’re his first priority to kiss and hug as soon as he opens the door to your humble abode.

his eyes aren’t visible from the specs he often wears for work, rotating his neck to unravel his tie, wrapping it around his palm as he walked towards the kitchen. he placed his glasses and silk tie down on the quartz counter and he finally took notice of you, walking up towards you without saying anything before resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“what’s wrong?” you lace your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him, an arm around his back. your husband is never particularly emotional, but at times, there’s days like these where he comes home fatigued like he just fought a war or something.

he sighs, “work.” you give the back of his head small pats, trying to comfort him as best you can.

you ponder, offering, “what about we take a shower together then you can sleep it off? sounds good doesn’t it?” prying about his day will just worsen his stress so you decide to keep any potential questions to yourself. plus, you honestly just wanted to take a shower after a long day of errands, so you’re hitting two birds with one stone.

his meager “mm” in response was enough said.

—

you turn the knob, cold water drizzling out of the shower head. holding your hand out to check the water’s heat, you watch as kento was getting ready to undress, popping out the buttons from his signature blue linen top one by one. he slipped off of it, folding it neatly before placing it on the sink counter. he then slips off his wedding band and sets it on top of his clothes.

you had seen his bare body an ungodly amount of instances, but you never fail to just stare… it’s truly glorious. his broad shoulders along with his subtle six pack, not to mention his arms that you wouldn’t mind being suffocated with. he noticed your darting gaze when he unbuckled his belt and instead of panicking, you just shoot him a meek smile, unaware that the water pooling on your hand is already warm, apparent by the moist on the shower glass.

“baby, i think the water is ready.” he chuckles and you snap out of it, quickly unwrapping the towel around you and getting in the spacious shower. he followed shortly after, and closed the door behind him.

your intentions were innocent, really just wishing to ease your husband’s exhaustion, but kento had something else in mind.

he didn’t think about it until the soap suds trickling down your boobs and ass was seriously turning him on for some reason. you asked if he could put soap on your back because you couldn’t reach well, and of course he obliged. it’s crazy because he’d seen you naked more times than he could imagine, but something about today just made you so desirable.

when you turned around to slather soap on his body, you paused when you noticed that he’s staring at you so blankly. like you were a problem he couldn’t simply figure out. while you were distracted with his cold gaze, he takes the soap from your hand and puts it back in its respective place.

always so thorough, you know just how much he loathed making a mess.

he’s a taller man than you are, requiring you to crane your neck up to see him eye to eye. he guides his fingers to take ahold of your chin gently before tapping at your cheek with a bit of force, enough that it hurt.

“honey, what-“

before you could even finish, your face was smashed against the cold shower glass, kento’s chest trapping you in between him and the wall. you gasped in complete surprise, trying to turn your head to look at him, but he just turned your chin back towards the glass. though you didn’t mind whatsoever, it’s a rare sight to see kento so… aggressive with you, you didn’t even expect it since he came home weary and expected him to sleep it off right after this.

he whispers softly, lips against the shell of your ear, a hand grabbing ahold a chunk of your hair. “no talking unless i tell you to.” while keeping a tug on your locks, his fingers had already sneaked in between your legs, in which you spread in compliance. he pressed the pad of his finger against the bud of your clit, rubbing it ever so slightly. you yelped, palms backed against the glass that you’re being pushed against.

the water trickled down your cunt and on his fingers as he swiped your clit in tight and precise circles to get you aroused. your mind was already going stark, hazed with the thought of what he’s capable of when he’s in this state of mind. his teeth dug into the skin of your shoulders, trailing his bites up to the side of your neck. there was absolutely no way these weren’t going to bruise tomorrow, the pain on your neck mixed in with his fingers sliding into you so suddenly leaving you no choice but to curse out loud.

“fuck, kento- ah-“ the immediate slap on your ass when he specifically told you to not speak left your jaw hanging open. you felt like you were being tossed around with how rough you’re being treated, but you weren’t going to lie: you’re enjoying it to the fullest.

one hand went up to squeeze your breast, threatening to slip out in between his fingers from the silky water, the pitter patter of the shower masking the lewd noises of your cunt. he pinches your nipple, rolling it in between his fingers, and you gasp sharply, breathing heavily.

he rasps, “do you like it when you’re being treated like this, hm?” his voice was low and sultry, tongue grazing up your ear, with you shivering from his warm tongue juxtaposed with the shower’s humidity.

you whimper, “yes, i love it… ‘need more” the desperation lingering in your voice made his cock twitch, if he wasn’t already hard before, he’s definitely throbbing now, a bead of pre seeping out of the slit of his tip. kento knelt down on the tiles, using his huge bulky hands to spread your ass cheeks apart. your pussy glistened with slick, lips puffy, just asking to be devoured.

squirming, you arch your back to give him better access, kento licking his lips then sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe from your clit to in between your drenched folds.

he nuzzled his face in between your ass, lips smacking against the wet heat of your cunt, the tip of his tongue poking on your dripping hole. your moans were bouncing off the thin walls of the glass, kento only encouraging it by teasing your poor little clit with his finger while he feasted in between your legs.

his palms were gripped on your plush ass, massaging them to alleviate the tension out your body from his manhandling. to say that you were struggling to not curse or moan his name was an understatement. you were practically choking on your words, whines that nearly passed as sobs drifting past your lips. kento pulls out for a moment to take a breather, watching a glob of his saliva dripping from your pussy down on the tiles beneath him.

pushing you a few inches away from the wall, he positioned himself so that he could see your pussy from the front. “you taste so fucking sweet, doll.” he slid two fingers inside your hole, velvety walls immediately clenching around them, appreciating every crevice of his thick digits. “pretty pussy so wet f’me,” he reveres in between licks on your clit, each time sending shivers down your spine. he’s babbling at this point, just saying anything in his mind which isn’t in character for him. you’re usually the vocal one, but having him do the talking for once is doing nothing but turning you on— enough that you’re already pushed on the brink of orgasm.

his fingers plunged in with ease, and so far up that it quickly reached your sweet spot, that blended in with the warm muscle of his tongue jostling up against your clit had the corner of your mouth dribbling with saliva. you rock your hips on his face, an attempt on getting yourself off, however he strikes your ass for doing so, harsh enough that you could still feel the sting even minutes after.

he rasps, “do that again and you’re not cumming tonight. would you like that, hm?” you screamed when he smacked your ass again, his fingers plugged inside you never faltering in speed.

you whisper, voice barely capable of spitting out coherent sentences, “no… ‘m sorry kento. i’ll be good.” being unable to discern whether it’s tears trickling down your cheeks or the water from the pouring shower, you just moan in helplessness, cheek resting against the cool glass wall.

a point came where his digits were just in too deep in your poor cunt and his teasing tongue was leaving your clit swollen that you couldn’t hold it anymore. “oh fuck, can’t- i’m- ah—!” a warm stream of fluid dripped down your thigh, your husband licking up every last drop of your slick, kissing your clit one more time before standing back up, this time behind you.

he bit your lower back and dug his teeth up to your neck, leaving you with a trail of love bites. it felt as if he was gnawing at your skin, holding onto your forearm and pinning on your back before he nibbled on your earlobe. you were still coming down from your orgasm, legs trembling, ass cheek marred with the print of his palm. you turn your head, where you meet his eyes. the moment you felt his lips pressed against yours, you immediately succumbed back into his touch.

despite his ravening demeanor, his lips were so gentle as they brushed over yours, his tongue slithering in your mouth as soon as you gasped when he slapped his tip against your sensitive clit. he lets go of your bounded arm and from the corner of your eye, you notice his hand press over the wall, the other guiding his tip, resting his fat cock in between your plush walls. “do me a favor and let me know how good you’re feeling, okay?” he teases, poking the head of his dick against your drooling hole.

“just fuck me already.” you plead, screeching when he pushed his lenght past your hole, pussy squeezing onto him for dear life. he didn’t even hesitate, didn’t even ask if you were holding up okay like he usually does in his loving husband way. but to be fair, he was just heeding to your request.

he groaned when he thrusts into you to the hilt, taking both of your wrists with only one hand to pull you back slightly to reel you in deeper, while the other trapped you in between the sheer glass wall, now completely fogged with humidity.

it seemed like he was taking his time, basking in the warm feeling of finally being inside of you, holding still for a few seconds to appreciate his wife’s snug cunt. after for what seemed like a good minute, he pulled out, then rammed back in, leaving your mouth dangling wide, the slight upper curve of his cock having no hard time to prod onto your squishy g-spot.

“my god, kento… fuck.” you giggled, partly because you’re amused at how multidimensional your husband is despite being together for so many years and also because that hit the spot.

literally.

without a word, he was quick to thrust out and back in, each with a slightly deeper stroke, making your mind go in circles, ass bouncing against his lower abs. you felt like his tip was trying to poke through your abdominal walls with the way you’re arched, wrists gripped back with just his firm hand. the shower was too fucking hot, you can quite literally feel the condensation getting thicker, the sound of the water spraying onto your bodies muffled in your hearing.

he grunts your name, following with a string of curses, “fuck, fuck, fuck… hah—“ the clapping sound of his pelvis slamming up against your feeble body was enough to get him off, fucking into you in a vigorous pace for a few seconds before keeping himself plugged into you, making your whole body jolt forward, boobs pressed against the shower wall. it was all starting to hurt— you felt like putty, yet you couldn’t help but crave more. “kento,” you wince, yelping at the sensation of being so full of just him.

kento lets go of your wrists, so sore as if they were wrung like a damp towel. he pulls out, turning you by the forearm and takes a good look at your face after not being able to do so this whole time.

he’s always so adamant about how he hates clutter. in the years you’ve been married you’ve never seen his office messy no matter how busy or stressed he might be. even the way he gets ready in the morning and how he decompresses before bed is structured.

but with you? oh god, he absolutely strives for it. the mess. the nastiness of it all. your beautiful body adorned with his markings to remind everyone who owns you.

yes, he’s reserved. probably won’t even say anything brash when you tell him about the occasional times you get hit on when you’re out without him, but there’s no doubt that he's territorial. once in a while, he plants a little something on you to show everyone that you’re taken.

you’re just too oblivious to realize why he does it.

he strokes your cheek with the side of his index finger, then lifts your chin to force you to make eye contact. your eyes are glazed over, throat strained with nothing in that little head of yours besides his name and your animalistic desire to get fucked dumb. “i wanna see your face when you cum, is that okay?” he’s much more mellow now than minutes prior, gently rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb.

your mind is empty, responding with a frail “mhm”. you cup his cheek, leaning onto your tippy toes to give him a soft peck on the lips. he smiles tenderly, kissing your forehead before he lifts one of your legs by the back of your knee, leaving your pussy wide open. your wrap your hand around his cock, feeling the ridges of the protruding vein rubbing against your palm as you pump him.

“baby…” he moans, nestling his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his lips on each bite mark littered all over your upper neck and shoulders. you lead his cock back in between your slit, sliding him up and down for lubrication before slipping him back inside you, kento hissing from the tingling feeling of his dick being swallowed whole by your pussy.

your nails claw onto his shoulder blades, as he slammed his pelvis against yours, one hand keeping your waist locked while the other pried your leg open. you glance down to see the work being done on you, huffing when you used two of your fingers to frantically rub at your clit. you watch as his cock slid into you so swiftly, how your tight cunt was so welcoming for him. you see how flexed your husband’s abs are from having to thrust into you so precisely, eyes wandering up to his flushed chest then his brown eyes.

it’s funny because you were simultaneously watching how good he’s deliciously stretching you out amidst the moans and curses under your breath, resulting in a quick exchange of chuckles. “it’s turning me on. watching it, you- you know?” you stutter, followed by a little whimper when you feel that familiar knot in your stomach.

“nn- ‘love it when my princess feels good.” there were so many other things in mind that he wanted to say; how sexy you look while being fucked and how he wishes he could record your face so he could masturbate to it on nights he can’t go home due to a work trip, but kept quiet. you’re too sarcastic to let him get away with saying something so crass, honestly, he was a bit surprised that you even put up with his bullshit when he was slapping you around like some whore.

he pauses for a second, wrapping your leg that he was holding onto around his waist and he pulls on your other, signaling for you to hop on his arms.

you softly retaliate, setting your hand over his, “kento, i’m not light.”

“are you underestimating me?” you should’ve known he wouldn’t have taken no for an answer either way since he forced your other leg around him, your whole weight hanging on his waist. you were hesitant about this, mainly because you didn’t feel comfortable having him carry you, but then all your worries wore off when he squeezed your thighs for reassurance.

“i got you, baby.” he kisses your cheek. you had your arms around his neck, face a few inches from his. the veins from his forearm were prominent as he kept a bruising grip on your thighs.

you mumble, “you’re so deep,” swearing you could feel him in the pit of your stomach. he uses your thighs to propel himself in and out, and he turns around and pins you against the tile wall for a change of scenery. he felt so warm, his tender embrace all while your eyes rolled to the back of your head, chin rested on his shoulder. slight embarrassment rushed through your cheeks when you saw the moist shower glass printed with your boobs and your as well as kento’s hands.

your nasty moans so close up his ear only provided him with more stamina, his hips moving endlessly with the intent of drawing out another orgasm out of you.

nails digging on his back, you yelp, “kento, ‘need to cum.” you use the last bit of your strength to warn him, body manipulated by him, unable to buck your hips.

he pants in between sloppy thrusts, the water sloshing against his thigh as he slammed himself into you, “yes, yes, yes, cum for me, my pretty girl.” he’s mumbling sweet nothings as you let yourself release, eyes closed shut while nearly screaming his name, ultimately pushing him straight at his own high.

“ah fuck yeah,” he grits his teeth, stuffing you full of his hot, viscous cum. he waits a few seconds before pulling out, savoring in the few minutes of pure heaven that you gave him.

kento lets you loose, a little pop! audible as his cock slid out, coated with cum. arms still wrapped around him, he clashes his forehead against yours. “i love you, kento.” you whisper with a dulcet tone.

he smiles, “i love you more,” taking you by the lips one more time, his hands massaging the plump of your waist. you could feel his seed pooling in your stomach, being so filled that some is seeping down your inner thigh.

you unclasped your arms and he turns the shower knob off, walking out to open the bathtub’s faucet. you raise your voice a tad so he could hear through the glass, “what are you doing?”

“starting us a bath, so we can relax before taking a proper shower” he shrugs, reaching towards the mirror cabinet to take one of the bath bombs you’ve been storing.

when the tub was filled, he quietly turned off the faucet and went back into the shower where he proceeded to soak off with you. you help each other clean up, kento placing soft kisses over your raw hickeys while you rinse the intimate parts of your body.

“sorry for hurting you, sweetheart. i should’ve asked before doing something like that.” he mutters in between pecks on your skin.

you reach your hand behind to rake your fingers through his golden locks, humming, “it’s okay… what about your back, though? i’m sure it stings.” you snuck a glance at it when he was turned around earlier and there were two long red streaks, the apparent traces of your nails. although, it wouldn’t be the first time his back would be full of scratches.

“don’t worry about it, it’s a reminder of our love.”

you scoff at his choice of words, “okay, whatever you say, mister. let’s put petroleum jelly on it later.” you’re never quite sure if he’s being real with you or if he’s trying to be funny, but you appreciate it either way.

after cleaning up, kento prepared some strawberries and wine to compliment your bath, placing the platter and the wine glasses on the wooden bathtub tray you purchased a while back, but never ended up using. you light up a candle while he takes off the towel he draped around his waist while fixing up the food. he takes one step on the tub to test the waters, then sits across from you.

you clink your glasses together and after a sip, you joke, “what if you actually got me pregnant this time?” you always kid about being pregnant and he usually pays no mind to it because you’re never serious, but the question struck him differently this time.

he places the glass back on the tray. “then you’re pregnant.” his stoic expression and dry tone almost made it comical.

you roll your eyes in response, “so you’re saying you don’t mind?” it wasn’t like you two weren’t trying, it just has never really been a big factor in your relationship. you wouldn’t be upset if you live the rest of your life with him without children, but at the same time you often imagine how it would be.

“well, i don’t think it’ll be a burden if it ends up happening. plus, i think it’s about time we start a family, don’t you think?” he takes a strawberry and holds it in front of you, in which you lean in to take a bite. you were really just joking, but the sincerity in his response warmed your heart. he never really gave you the impression of a family man, so you didn’t think he would comply so easily.

you swallow before sighing, “so do you think it’s a boy or a girl-“

“don’t push it.”

[dindjarindiaries]

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompts: “You could have died, you know.” “I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” and “I’m afraid of losing you, okay?”

main masterlist • prompt masterlist

"Hey! Hey. Stay with me." There was a gentle tap on your cheek that smelled of leather and blaster fire. You groaned and blinked your eyes open, wincing as light caught the silver helmet that leaned over you. "Hey." The modulated voice was even softer that time. "You with me?"

You nodded, grunting as you sat up on your elbows. Din's hands continued to hold the sides of your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as his visor gave you a once-over.

"Easy." His command was gentle, rooted in nothing more than concern as his hands eased their way down to your shoulders. "That was a hell of a blow you took there."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me." You exhaled and began to stand. "We need to get back to the ship."

Din stood with you, one hand on your back and the other holding tight to your hand. If you weren't still somewhat disoriented, your heart would've been pounding at his touch and his proximity. "Only if you're able."

You huffed and raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm fine." You gestured with your head in the direction of the ship. "Let's get going."

Din nodded, drawing his blaster as the two of you began to run to back to the ship. There was no doubt the two of you had already taken care of your attackers, but it never hurt to be cautious. Din, however, was even more on edge than usual, his free hand staying close to you as his visor checked on you more than it did on the way ahead.

It was perhaps the most nervous you had ever seen him.

Once you were on the ship, Din secured the hatch closed behind you, and he wasted no time heading to the cockpit to get you off the planet. You collapsed into the nearest chair and took a few breaths, running your hand over your forehead as a slight ache began to arise. You had known you wouldn't be able to walk away from a detonator blast without at least a little pain.

You were so distracted by these thoughts that you didn't even hear Din return until he was kneeling in front of you with the medpac. You lifted your head at the sight of it and clicked your tongue as you shook your head. "Din, that's really not necessary."

He didn't stop shuffling through the medpac as he answered. "I'd like to make sure." Din paused and glanced up at you. "Please."

You couldn't help giving in to the pure worry in his tone. Your lips stretched in a small smile as you nodded. He returned the gesture and lifted a handheld scanner, using it on various parts of your head, arms, and more to make sure you were free of any critical injures. It time and time again chimed in the negative.

You watched him as he worked, taking note of the way his gloved hand shook as he held the scanner. His free hand was on your knee, and his touch pulsated every once in a while as if he was grounding himself to you over and over again. You furrowed your brow, and once he had completed his scans, you couldn't help speaking on it.

"Din." You reached out for the sides of his helmet, encouraging him to look at you. You searched his visor before nodding firmly. "It's all right."

Din held a breath in his armored chest, his shoulders tensing as his hand on your knee tightened again. His visor fell to study his grasp on you, as if you would fall away if he let go or looked away. After a long pause, he spoke in a voice so strained that it pulled on each of your heartstrings. "You could have died, you know."

You softened even more at that, your thumbs running over his beskar cheeks as you tried to soothe him. "I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about."

Din shook his helmet, lowering it until it was resting against the knee he wasn't still holding. His shoulders rose and fell with each unsteady breath he took. Your softness was exchanged for fierce worry of your own as you ran a hand over his helmet.

"Din." You utterance of his name was just above a whisper. He still remained where he was, practically curled up into you as he clung to you the best he could. "What is it?"

He didn't move even as he answered your question. "I'm afraid."

Your eyes widened at that. You had been convinced that there wasn't a single thing in the galaxy Din Djarin was actually afraid of. He had sure as hell proven that over your time together. "What are you so afraid of?"

Din sighed, lifting his helmet once again so that his visor could face you. His hand ran from your knee to your thigh as if the motion helped him to gain the strength to say the words he was holding so close to his chest. "I’m afraid of losing you, okay?"

You instantly fell apart at his vulnerability. Your brow relaxed as you held his helmet between your hands again and urged him to get closer. The way you moved to the end of the chair helped to close the distance, and soon, you were able to rest your forehead against his helmet. "You won't lose me, Din." You shook your head to emphasize your point. "Not now, not ever."

Din exhaled a troubled breath. "We don't know that." His gloved fingers drummed against your thigh as he fought for strength to go on. "I... have lost so much. It almost feels inevitable. I've put my head down and kept going, but..."

His breath caught in his throat. Your sympathy for him nearly made your eyes well with tears as you waited patiently for him to finish.

"If it were you..." One of Din's hands rose to hold your wrist in place. "I couldn't bear it. Not even the thought of it."

You tried your best to put on a genuine smile for him as you began to reassure him. "I'll be more careful, Din. Okay?" You kissed the center of his visor. "Thank you for sharing this with me. I know it's not easy."

Din huffed, and a wave of relief flowed through you at the evidence of the darkness starting to leave him. "Neither is jumping near a detonator to protect me."

You chuckled, shrugging as your face began to warm. "Well, you would've done the same for me."

Din tilted his helmet at that. "Yeah. In protective armor."

You closed your eyes and savored your closeness. "I guess you'll have to find me my own suit of armor, then."

Din's hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. "I'll be your armor."

You reopened your eyes, smiling at him before you wrapped your arms around his neck to embrace him. Your cheek rested upon the cloth around his neck and shoulders as you nodded to yourself. "Perfect."

din djarin tag list: @yorksgirl @zenrobbins0021 @cyaredindjarin @cw80831 @maddiedrmr

[rift-in-worlds]

When Ratio kisses you, which isn't rare, yet not the most common, it's not purely physical. No, he pours all of his mind into the kiss and tells you just how much you mean to him through the rash movement of his lips against yours, as his words were never enough, nor were they his preferred display of love.

Due to this, he can't help but get carried away sometimes when demonstrating his affection for you, which is why you were now sitting on his lap panting as you tried to recover your breath.

Meanwhile, he seemed to be unbothered by the earlier lack of oxygen, mouthing along your neck and sucking and biting on the sensitive skin there as you breathed heavily from his previous kiss. He nipped at a particularly sensitive spot above your collarbone, leaving a dark mark as he was reluctant to pull away.

He loved the soft sounds you made as you weakly clutched at his clothes, swallowing thickly. He did not stop his ministrations completely, though he did give you a slight break.

After all, Ratio may be a genius with his higher intellect, but he was still just a man, and he had his own desires, especially when his lover was so stunning. He mostly opted for less words and more touch whenever you two were intimate like this, because he wanted you to feel him and his emotions.

“Veri-” You tried to speak, but were quickly cut off by his lips attaching to yours once again, your eyes swiftly closing as you let out a sharp breath into his mouth. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss, his hand tugging at your hair so he could slip his tongue into your mouth with the small opening your gasp gave him. He was greedy and desperate, that he was.

“Just be quiet.” He said after he eventually pulled away for only a moment, his eyes scanning yours as stray strands of his hair fell over his face, shifting you closer on his lap before pulling you back in with his hand on the back of your neck.

You refrained from talking again as he continued, his touch both a mix of roughness yet treating you gently at the same time. What an enigma he was, but your mind barely had time to dwell on that train of thought as he pulled away from your lips once again, marking your upper neck with sharp bites and a soft soothe of his tongue over the blemishes seconds later.

Ratio was insatiable, his hands seeming unable to stop their journey around your body as he wanted to touch you everywhere at once.

He held you as if you would leave any moment, but rather he did this because he needed you close, he just needed you. Despite him being extremely popular among the Intelligentsia Guild and known for his good looks with many rumors surrounding him and his love life, the poor guy was touch starved, barely letting anyone else this close before you.

He couldn't deny that he loved your touch a little too much, not even as you teased him while he pressed his skin against yours, panting for a moment as he tried to control himself.

When he finally met your eyes once again with the feeling of his hands tugging and undoing the buttons on your shirt, it felt like he was eating you alive already just by the intensity of his gaze. It sent chills down your spine and you knew you were in for a long night.

Not that you minded, anyway.

[jwhitewolfbarnes]

the only time John ever cums before you do is when he’s first arrived home from deployment.

he shoves his way in your body, apologizing for the slight burn because it’s been a while but he “just can’t help it baby, been waiting for this. dreamin’ bout her for two months, I just need one.” he likes to have you the first time in any position that has you facing one another. he needs the eye contact, the unspoken conversation the two of you have that grounds him, lets him know that he’s back home. not in four feet of fucking snow or knee deep in swamp water somewhere in bumfuck nowhere hunting slivers of information.

the first time is usually fast, he mutters about how much he missed you- you’re sometimes unaware if he’s talking about you or your pussy- how he’s glad to be back home buried deep in you where he belongs. yes, it feels delectable but it’s not enough for you to cum. you’re too high strung on the emotions of his return and he isn’t quite giving you the amount of stimulation you so desperately crave from him. you know he’s about to cum when he starts mumbling about how much he loves you and how good it feels and then “sorry dove, I just can’t hold it. you’ll get yours, promise- fuck” he groans as you feel that flood of warmth you’ve been missing. once he collapses on top of you, careful to allow for adequate breathing, you just await the next step of the routine.

after a few minutes of scratching his scalp softly, you feel him twitch back to life. “olright dove, promised you’d get yours and I’d never break a promise to the missus” then he slowly makes his way down to guide you to fulfillment of that promise, the first of many for the night

[thesunoficaruss]

"we might end up real close." yeah you ended up with his blood in your mouth but now I need you to get even closer and cross from codependent friendship to an even more codependent romantic relationship