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A - Aftercare
Michael is very cautious of your boundaries and mindful of your comfort during this point in his sexual awakening, and this translates most of all into how he takes care of you after you two have sex. He’s extremely gentle, very attentive, and often asks if you’re feeling okay and if he can do anything to make you more comfortable, sometimes even to a fault. Most nights after a particularly passionate few rounds, you’ll have to grasp his face with both your hands and look him in the eye, assuring him that you’re alright and that you’re comfortable and happy.
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“Here we are,” Geralt announced to Jaskier and Ciri, an unusual excitement in his tone. When he’d told the two that he thought it best to return home for a few days to make sure Ciri was in a safe place, they were surprised to find out that he had a home to return to at all. Geralt was known for being on the road constantly, but there were long periods of time between the occasions where Jaskier tagged along on his hunts, so he had always assumed Geralt simply continued traveling.
Ciri expected them to arrive at someplace resembling a shack with a stable that was probably nicer than the house itself, but when he dismounted Roach and helped Ciri do the same, she and Jaskier were both shocked to find a small stonewall cottage with ivy growing along the walls and a small lake with a steadily streaming waterfall about 50 yards behind it. Their eyes took in the humble garden with several vegetables being carefully grown and the small stable that Geralt must have built himself.
But what surprised them the most was the fact that shortly upon hearing the clop of Roach’s hooves, a small woman appeared through the front door with a hopeful smile as she sought him out.
“Geralt! You’re home,” she rejoiced, nearly running into his arms and burying her face in his chest. He welcomed her embrace, a gentle smile crawling upon his face as he held her tightly in his arms for the first time in what must have been a long while. After a few moments, her head turned and she noticed their two guests standing beside them, stunned beyond belief. “Oh! I didn’t realize you were bringing anyone home,” she said, gently pulling away and taking one of each of their hands. “I didn’t know he had anyone to bring at all,” she murmured to them, earning a gruff hmph from Geralt. “I’m Y/N, Geralt’s wife.”
At that, they both gaped at her. Though Ciri had only known Geralt a short while, she never would have guessed that he had a long term lover, let alone a wife.
“How did that happen?” asked Jaskier, who earned a subtle punch in the gut from his best friend. Y/N merely chuckled and began toward the door.
“Come inside first, I’ll explain the spell I used to make him fall in love with me over a warm supper. I can see that you three need it.” They nodded and eagerly followed her into the quaint little residence, noting the various handmade décor and the elements that turned the ordinary house into a home. Jaskier and Ciri looked around as Y/N tended to the pot hanging over the fire, presumedly heating their meal. “It seems small on the outside, but there’s three sleeping rooms. I’ve always hoped he’d bring guests around, so I’m very well prepared for the occasion.”
They peered into the two rooms that were near the tail end of the cottage, noting that they both had their own sets of handmade blankets, pillow sleeves, handmade bookshelves and a handful of worn books stored on them. Ciri and Jaskier shared a look before turning expectantly to Geralt.
He ignored their stares and directed his attention to Ciri. “You’ll be living here in Y/N’s care while I’m on hunts. I’m sure you’ll get along.” Ciri smiled and looked to Y/N, who seemed over the moon to take care of what would undoubtedly be their only child. “Jaskier, you’re welcome to stay here anytime, but if there are any sideways looks at my wife, I’ll take you out back and harvest your bones for the mage down the pass.” Jaskier nodded and grinned in genuine gratitude as he looked around the cottage once more.
“Ciri, why don’t you bathe in the lake while there’s still some sunlight. I’m sure you’d like some privacy after traveling with these two.” Ciri nodded, before turning to Y/N once more with a question on her tongue. “I have an extra gown in our bedroom that you may use until I can sew you a new one that fits.” The young girl nodded in thanks and soon enough, it was only the three adults left in the house.
“So… You’re married,” Jaskier began. “How long have you been together?”
“24 years,” Y/N replies proudly, taking Geralt’s hand across the dining table where they’re drinking ale.
“Good gods, Geralt. You’ve kept her a secret for that long?”
“I didn’t keep her a secret. I just didn’t tell you she existed.”
“But the whores—”
“When was the last time you saw me with one?” Jaskier is speechless as he puts the pieces together.
“So all this time, when you left me back in Blaviken, you were coming home to a cottage and a wife?” Geralt grunted and downed the last of his ale before Y/N poured him another.
“He’s rightly concerned that if anyone were to find out about me, he’d be known as a Witcher with a weakness, and as much as I miss him while he’s away, we need the coin to keep ourselves afloat. So, I heal minor injuries in the villagers in the town nearby while he’s on hunts and when he’s home, we spend our days together harvesting the food and firewood for the winters.”
“I’m flabbergasted, but I must say I’m also pleasantly surprised to see that Geralt has someone to keep him from dying of grumpiness,” said Jaskier, earning a sour look from the Witcher. “So what will Ciri do now that she’ll be with you?”
Y/N lit up at the reminder that she’d no longer be alone in the cottage, away from her husband. “I assume that Ciri, as a royal, has experience with sewing patterns and possibly embroidery. There are quite a few affluent ladies who might appreciate the opportunity to buy a quilt or a pattern from her. She can also help with the vegetable garden, cooking, and tending to a few sheep if we were to acquire some. I have a feeling she’ll enjoy the simple life, after so much chaos.” Jaskier nodded and tipped back his ale mug.
“Well,” he took Y/N’s hand. “I’d be happy to remain here and help however I can, including entertaining a few of those affluent ladies you spoke of.” This resulted in a disapproving look from both Y/N and Geralt this time. “With my ballads!” he defended.
Y/N and Geralt shared a look of resignation. “Perhaps the bard could use a few more years on the road.” Jaskier pouts at his lack of faith. “At least it’ll give you the chance to warn the town of his singing.”
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Do you think Roman Godfrey would be into ddlg?
Yes. Absolutely.
That’s it. That’s the tweet.
Nah, I’m just kidding, here’s a blurb:
“Roman, you said you’d be done here an hour ago and here I am, still sitting on the other side of your stupid desk in your stupid office.” You knew you were acting like a whiny little child, but you also knew that that would result in him treating you as such, which was precisely what you were looking for.
Roman didn’t look up at you, didn’t mutter a word, he just ignored you as if you weren’t wearing his favorite lingerie, exposed to him through the undone front of his trench coat. You were getting truly frustrated, and thus contemplating some drastic measures.
“Daddy,” you whined, “I need you.” You trailed a lazy hand down the valley of your breasts and gently grazed the growing damp area on your lace panties, making him finally raise his eyes and look at your through furrowed brows. His jaw ticked when he saw where your hand was. You were treading through dangerous territory.
“Enough,” he hissed, standing and placing both hands against the glass tabletop and leaning over it to tower over your now hunched form that was splayed across the arm chair.
“What do you mean, daddy? I haven’t done anything yet.” Roman clenched his jaw, leaning back and silently putting his work documents and such away in his desk, his nimble fingers diligently and elegantly organizing, straightening, and tending to his work space while you watched him with a desperate whine growing in your throat.
Once he was done, he slipped on his blazer that was hanging on the back of his chair and walks toward the door, leaving you still on display. You knew better than to move without his permission at this point.
“Come on,” He commanded holding the door open for you as you buttoned up your coat and left his office. However, you merely got two steps out the glass doors before he had you pinned to the wall, his hand resting upon but not quite squeezing your throat. “That was very, very naughty and you know better than to interrupt me when I’m working.” You swallowed, your eyes wide as his peered accusingly into yours.
“I’m sorry daddy, I just wanted your attention.” Roman chuckles, his grip beginning to tighten on your windpipe.
“I know, sweetheart. Believe me, you’re about to get more of my attention than you bargained for, but first, I want you to beg for it.”
I’m super into Roman and DDLG and I want to explore the little space further with him because it’s just... delicious.
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I want to talk about young Fiona Goode for a sec bc I think she’d be a great, albeit protective gf. She’s talk her girl into a bunch of adventures and break her outta that shell
Honestly, I completely agree. I know a lot of people in the fandom dislike her character (and for good reason) and I don’t want to give her character a redemption arc because she does not deserve one. However, she was smoking hot in her early twenties and I suspect that before she hardcore grew into her selfishness, she was simply very rebellious and probably a blast to hang out with.
I picture her as the dark version of a manic pixie dream girl who smokes, drinks, pulls off risky shit, and “falls in love” very easily. I think when she was younger she became obsessed with man after man and twirled him around her finger before getting bored and tossing him aside, but I head canon that if a girl had come along and contrasted and complimented her darkness in all the right places, she would have fallen hard and fast and just absolutely adored her.
Young Fiona would have been extremely protective and very dominant over her girl, and she’d often have that mean dom persona with her. Ultimately though, I think when they were sitting on the edge of an empty reservoir or walking through a New Orleans graveyard, she’d hold her hand and tell her that she’s pretty and that she’ll never let her go.
Ugh, I have such a deep love for this version of her in my head, and I’m a little sad that she’s so irredeemable as her older self because I’d love to see more content about her.
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Would you do something with Bill's characters and if the get possessive over their girl..hope this goes well for you hun!!
These are the four who I think would be the most possessive when it came to their girl, so here we go:
Bill: He’s possessive in a very docile way, I think. I believe that if any man were to even hint at the fact that they’re interested in his girl, it would make his blood boil, but I also think he’s very good at controlling his outward reactions to thinks, especially with anger, so I think instead of taking it out on them, he’d take you home and take it out on you in the most delicious possible way. He’d be extra handsy, very vocal, and he’d take his time fucking you hard. He’d want you to feel him between your legs for days, and he’d want the hickies and nail marks on your skin to be there when he sees you next for a little touch up.
Axel: He’s incredibly trusting with you, so he’s not super weird about it when you have close guy friends or even friends who openly say they think you’re attractive. However, if someone, man or woman, lays a hand on you he will personally crush their skull, especially if you’ve politely declined their advances. He already fucks you pretty roughly on a regular basis, but when he feels threatened, he wants to make sure you know that he loves you and cares about you in every way, so sex when he’s jealous is very tender and still hard, but very slow and filled with sweet nothings and long, purposeful kisses.
Roman: He is really possessive over you in your sexual relationship because of the dynamic you have in the bedroom, but when it comes to the outside world, he rarely feels threatened by anyone else. He’s reminded of how deeply you love and care for him every single morning when he wakes up next to you, and when you curl up in his arms at night. He regularly fucks you like he’s claiming you, but he already knows that to your very core, you belong to him just as he lives in the palm of your hand.
Merkel: He’s more protective than possessive, because he’s seen some very disturbing shit, and he’s seen more horrible things done to women than most. He’s very careful to always keep you in sight when you’re out and about, and he’s always incredibly attentive when you’re speaking to another man who is obviously attracted to you. He doesn’t feel personally threatened because he knows he’s got you for good, but he feels slightly threatened on your behalf sometimes, and it comes off as possessive to other people occasionally. You regularly have to reassure him that as much as you adore the way he is protective of you, that you can take care of yourself and that if any man or woman ever came on too strong, you’d be able to kick in their teeth on your own.
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Special | Michael Langdon (Part 1 of 2)
Summary: The daughter of the Supreme, Katherine, seems unremarkable until her powers emerge at the age of 16, just weeks before the boys from the Hawthorn School for Exceptional Young Men arrive at Miss Robichaux’s to stay for one week, as is customary with the annual tradition of a masquerade ball celebrating the unity between the two sides of the coven. She intends to indulge in the festivities for the first time, as a newly anointed witch, and who better to steal a dance with than the man who threatens to dethrone her mother?
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Cordelia grew to value sharing her kindness more and more, the older she became. The generosity she extended to the young witches at Robichaux’s was beyond any teacher or mentor. Most of her students saw her as another mother. However, as she grew into her prime as Supreme, her longing to have a biological child of her own was reignited, and with her newfound radiant health, she made the decision to have a child on her own and raise it with the help of her sisters. To no one’s surprise, she was gifted with a baby girl, blonde like her mother with striking hazel eyes.
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What do you think Tate's kinks would be?? Would he be rough or not in bed??
For Tate, I think it would kind of depend on a few key things:
Firstly, if his partner were into it. I think it would be something that he wouldn’t really introduce himself. His whole life was rough and abusive and full of pain, and while he can derive pleasure from being rough with someone (more primal than anything), I think he’s got a developed preference for softness, tenderness, and caring for his partner in intimate situations. Of course, there would be days that are fast and heavy and physically rough, but I don’t think any major BDSM or kinks would really come into the picture unless you asked for it.
Secondly, I think it would depend on how far along in the process of accepting his own mistakes and his place as a ghost in the house he was. If it were long before Ben and Vivien became apart of the pantheon of ghosts, I think he’d fall into the ideas of BDSM as an excuse to hurt someone, even if they were someone he truly cared for. I think he had a dynamic where he felt his identity was tightly intertwined with being violent and monstrous, and he’d use “BDSM” as a way to inflict the pain he feels he’s obligated to cause.
Although, that’s not real BDSM. This isn’t an educational blog by any means but I’m just gonna say it because it crossed my mind: BDSM is about respect, not pain and abuse. Consent and pleasure and trust and respect is mandatory. If those things do not all coexist in your sexual relationship, you’re not practicing BDSM, you’re in an abusive situation.
Returning to the subject, I think that after some therapy with Ben and working out those parts of himself and realizing that he’s not a monster and that he doesn’t like inflicting pain, he’d be more into soft sex with hints of kinkiness (like light taunting, a dominant/submissive dynamic, etc.) but more for the sake of adding some playfulness into your shared sex life. He’d be into rough movements, but he’d always have a little tenderness in the way he treats you in bed because he just loves you and can’t bear the idea of causing you any harm whatsoever, even if it’s minor and consensual. I just don’t think his past trauma would allow it, especially with the day-in-day-out work he’s done on himself to come to terms with the tangible damage he’s responsible for.
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“I can’t fucking take this anymore. I’ve got two bags left and this shit isn’t ending anytime soon,” Roman says after taking a long drag from his cigarette. You sit up from your relaxed position on the couch next to him and place a gentle hand on his chest, looking between his eyes and your own wrist.
“Is there any way you can get some more from Dr. Pryce?” Roman shakes his head, bringing his hand up to rest lazily on top of yours.
“If I so much as see a living thing I think I’ll just rip its head off.” Your brows furrow at that.
“You’ve done just fine around me, Roman.” He takes another drag before looking toward the ceiling.
“That’s only because the idea of hurting you is scarier than the possibility of starving to death.” You curl your fingers against his chest and curl up with your head on his shoulder. After a few moments of silence, you turn your head and kiss the spot beneath his ear that makes him shudder.
“Do you think that would be enough to keep you under control if you…” He turns his head, his eyes wide with surprise before tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes.
“No, Y/N. Not you. I don’t want you to see that and I certainly don’t want you to feel it.” You push yourself up and straddle his lap, his free hand automatically resting on your hips.
“I can’t keep watching you go insane in here, Roman. You have to eat, and I trust you more than I trust the sky not to fall.” He takes a deep breath and puts out his cigarette in the dish beside the couch before grabbing both of your wrists and pulling your hands up to his lips. He kisses both of your palms before letting one wrist fall back to your side.
“You tell me immediately if the pain feels too much or you’re uncomfortable. Do you understand?” You nod and place a gentle kiss to his forehead before smiling gently and telling him to go on.
He brings your wrist to mouth, smelling the perfume doused on it from that morning and letting his eyes to flutter closed and just how divine you smell. He plants a delicate kiss to your fragile skin, making your breath hitch before he closes his lips around the area of skin and letting his teeth puncture your vein. He takes a moment to measure your reaction, despite every cell in his body begging him to lean into the taste of your blood. You quickly regain control of your breath and squeeze his shoulder to let him know you’re okay. He snakes his other arm around your waist and strokes along your spine as he begins to feel your blood flow onto his tongue.
He only allows himself to drink a couple ounces, his usual ration, so you don’t feel too light headed once he’s done. To his surprise, however, when his teeth exit your flesh, you whine and roll your hips against his, making him clench his jaw to hold back a groan. When he looks up to your face, he realizes that you were… enjoying it when he drank from you.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? This isn’t quite the reaction I expected.” You shake your head, lifting your untouched arm to wrap around his neck as you pull his face toward yours, eagerly claiming his mouth and pulling him as close as he can possibly get. He’s in slight shock at first, but quickly responds and grips your hips to pull you down against his hardening cock once more.
“Roman,” you moan, “more.” He chuckles and pulls your hair away from your neck before finding your eyes again to make sure you’re really positive you want this. “Please.”
With that, he sucks gently on the skin of your neck until you’re nice and wrecked for him before he sinks his teeth into you again, this time being even slower than before since he’s not as controlled by his hunger. This time, it’s not as much about feeling satiated, it’s about claiming you. Making you feel every sensation, touching every sensitive spot on your body, and drinking in not only your blood, but the breathless, desperate whimpers that tumblr from your soft, plush lips.
When he pulls away, deeming that he’s taken enough from you for one night, your hungry eyes have now almost completely bled to black as your pupils are dilated more than he’s ever seen them. He sees tiny trails of blood that escaped from your wounds when he pulled away and licks them up, making you shudder and once he’s pulled back, you immediately pull at the hem of your top and pull it over your head, moving quickly to Roman’s belt buckle.
“Now that you’ve gotten what you needed, I think it’s my turn.”
He realizes then and there that you truly are everything he’ll ever need.
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what kinks would madison montgomery have (she has a gf, lesbian madison is the only madison)
Although I agree that Madison definitely has a girlfriend and is only romantically attracted to women, I do think that she is sexually attracted to men. More feminine and androgynous men, but still men. I think this would manifest in the occasional threesome with one of their guy-friends who's attractive but also not romantically inclined (like perhaps... Michael on certain days).
But aside from that little quibble, I think Madison would be into very few kinks, with a high intensity. BDSM generally, though I think she'd be completely averse to masochism. I think she'd love to tie her girlfriend up and have her way with them.
I also think she'd like being somewhat submissive sometimes, but in subtle ways like physical position or name calling. She'd absolutely be into voyeurism, just watching her girlfriend get herself off with a cigarette dangling between her lips, fully dressed in designer clothing and wearing a $5,000 pair of sunglasses, completely indifferent to the scene on the outside.
She'd be into exhibitionism, like touching her girlfriend under the table at dinner and even once at a theme-park they fucked on a ferris wheel and you can't change my mind.
Finally, I think she'd honestly have a pretty major praise kink, although it comes out rarely because she's rarely submissive. She'd love showering her girlfriend in praise in more domestic or non-sexual contexts though as a way to initiate sex. The more intimate, slow nights would result from this.
Madison would also love to fuck in taboo places (like an abandoned church, which I’m currently writing a commissioned oneshot about and is extremely fun to write so far). I definitely think that if they introduced Michael into their dynamic on occasion, they’d participate in blood ritual sex and fuck in sacred places, like confessional booths, churches in general, etc.
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Love + Fear | Come Undone [2]
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Pairing ~ Duncan Shepherd x Reader
Summary ~♫ I wear your over-sized shirt every chance that I get, spend every night in bed by your side. I cuddle up in your arms and I sleep on your chest, losing track of space and time. Do you love me? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, heart is beating too fast. Why I gotta love you like that? I plan my future with you, but it’s all in my head. What if you don’t feel the same? Try to make it feel safe, but don’t know where you stand, am I the only one to blame?♫
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Duncan and your relationship never ceases to confuse other people.
One day you show up to a gala together and end up flirting with two different people, and another day you’re clinging to each other like you’re on your honeymoon. You know it’s really stumped the world when Annette begins to question it.
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Can you explain this to me. I'm straight but I have the hots for Rowena from supernatural? She makes me have a mommy kink/ mdlg thing.... But I'm not attracted to any other girl?? What's wrong with me lmao...
I completely feel you there. I love Rowena with all my heart and I would die for her, but I don’t think it’s the fact that she’s a woman that attracts me to her, I think that it’s the fact that she’s totally feminine but maintains her power and control and that is the sexiest thing to me in terms of the girls I like. I mean, Madison, Brooke, Mallory, Cordelia, etc. are also very feminine women but they all have such a commanding presence and even if they’re kinder or more docile, they still know that they own the room they’re in and everyone in it as well, which is such a turn on.
I think that apart of what turns straight girls on for other women is just seeing the beautiful balance between fragility and complete dominance that exists in very few of us. Those women exist naturally in Hollywood because that’s what you have to be in order to sustain a healthy career in an industry run by men. Nothing is wrong with admitting you’re attracted to power and control, especially when you know that they also had to claim that power the hard way. That’s what sets my personal preferences for men and women apart, because I’m not pansexual. I’m definitely bisexual, which causes me to feel a specific way about a specific gender when I’m with them.
When I’m with a man, I love to see a relinquishing of power while still maintaining control, like Michael Langdon. I know he could realistically crush my larynx and tear it from my throat or. However, the sexy thing to me is that he would be strong enough to give up some of the power and become vulnerable with the person he’s in love with.
Anyway, that’s my analysis of your crush, and I think you should explore it. If it tickles your pickle, who cares whether you’re straight?
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A - Aftercare
Roman is a little weird about aftercare. He does it, but in an unusual way. He typically likes to get out of bed and immediately grab his cigarettes, collapsing back beside you to smoke while you settle down. A few minutes later, he’ll put it out and roll onto his side to look at you, murmuring little things like how pretty you are, how much he loves you, and gently caressing the curves of your skin. Then, he’ll kiss you for a little while before either pulling you into his arms to fall asleep or dragging you into the bathroom to shower together so he can just worship your body a little.
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So, I love Henry Cavill and all of his womanizer/strongman characters more than anything, but the fact that he is such a soft, gentle, and kind man in real life turns me on more than any fictional thing every could. Like, the fact that his biggest dream is to start a family? DEAD. The fact that his dog is his most cherished, closest friend? PRECIOUS. I just want to give him that family that he wants so badly.
When I saw that interview, I literally felt my chest tighten and my eyes water. I just don’t know where these men are made, you know? Like, is there a farm I’m not aware of that raises free-range gentlemen? Also, the amount of love he has for Kal is just so telling about how he would be as a parent. He would include his kids in the things he loves, spend quality time with them, and go out of his way to take care of them.
I also think that the fact that he’s just as gentle as he his strong is so fucking strong in itself. It takes a lot to not let the pressure to be overly masculine or overly “manly” get the best of you, and I honestly believe that a real man knows how to be vulnerable and kind.
When I was little, I had a lot of very strong men around me, and I grew up knowing what a real man looks like, and to me, Henry would fit into my family of men because my grandfather, father, and uncles are all super huge and scary looking but they’re also giant teddy bears who love their partners without shame. That’s what a man is to me, and that’s why I love Henry so much.
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It’s been 2 weeks.
2 weeks since you got more than a goodnight peck from Michael. You’ve been at this outpost longer than either of you bargained for, and you’re starting to get restless, both mentally and physically. Michael has been up all hours of the night typing away at cooperative emails and making his “selections”, while you sit idly behind him and wait patiently for him to finally say you’re going home. But, unfortunately, it seems that not only are you stuck here, but you’re practically alone and there’s not a damn thing you can do to distract yourself from the ache between your legs that seems to constantly exist when you’re in the same building as Michael.
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A - Aftercare
It depends on the night, honestly. If Jim came home and wanted to get straight to the point, he probably isn’t down for a ton of aftercare, though he’s always wrapped around you after, stroking your skin and asking you about your day. If there was some build up to the event, he’d probably end up being a little rougher, and he is extremely careful to be gentle and loving with you after. He hates the idea of using you for sex, even in a consensual way, so he likes to pull you into the shower with him and delicately wash your hair, give you a massage, and end the night by pulling one of his t-shirts over your head and having you curl up in his chest.
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Sacrilege | Madison Montgomery
Summary: Madison and Harley decide to worship each other by defiling an abandoned house of worship…
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Warnings: Smut, sacrilegious content, mild pet play, mild degradation, OFC, oral sex (both receiving), penetration with a holy object, religious and mythological references throughout, cussing, dirty talk, graphic sexual depictions, breath play, dom/sub dynamic, W|W, marijuana if you squint. It’s just real filthy, y'all.
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The autumn chill is sharp as it flutters the curtains in Madison’s bedroom. Her arm is warm around Harley’s shoulder as they lay reclined together on the soft bed. As the sun sets, they watch in silence as smoke leaves their lips and cascades in the air before them.
Nights like these are common. Getting high while the sun goes down and laying in each other’s arms in the comfort of Madison’s luxury sheets. It typically ends with Madison between Harley’s legs as Lana Del Rey’s voice echoes loudly off the walls. However, tonight as Harley tilts her head up and connects her lips with Madison’s, there’s some hesitation. Madison pulls away quickly, and Harley sees the wheels turning in her mind.
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