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Slow Sated Sunday

Hello all. I missed the last two Subdays for which I apologize for. Hopefully, I can remember to keep this up for the rest of this month.

Today's prompt is wake up sex. Which may or may not lead to other forms of sexual shannigans. ;)

Write 250 words or create 2 icons/1 banner. Anything from cute/fluffy to outright porn is allowed.

Have fun.


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Mar. 3rd, 2019 06:45 pm (UTC)
not exactly 'wake up sex'...but inspired by the phrase ;)
A snippet from a longer rp bit (obvious content warning)
Several moments passed, two bodies locked in the throes of spent need, before John’s clutching of Rafe’s hair, and Rafe’s bruising grasp of John’s ass relaxed enough for Rafe to draw back, lift his head, and look up into John’s eyes with a sleepy, hooded, satiated expression that reminded John very much of the afterglow of wakeup sex that he did not often get to enjoy. His fingers absently caressed over Rafe’s cheekbone, up to his temple, into his hair again, and he managed a slow, lazy, almost smile.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” Rafe asked, tongue passing over his lips with enough temptation to prompt John to lean forward and kiss him again.

“Not so bad at all,” he agreed, tasting both himself and Rafe on the other man’s lips. Yeah, he could easily get used to that, he thought as he smoothed down Rafe’s hair. That knowledge should have filled him with panic…and maybe it would later…

But right now, John felt too damned good to care.

From Rafe’s expression, he completely agreed.
Mar. 3rd, 2019 09:00 pm (UTC)
Somebodies are happy, which works for me.
Mar. 4th, 2019 12:48 pm (UTC)
Morning - Game of Thrones - Podrick Payne/Brienne of Tarth - 285 words
She wakes up to a persistent, rhythmic nudging. She steals her arm around him, finding his hand with her own. He stills his movement. “Did I awaken you, milady?” he asks.

“’Tis a bit early for sword polishing, Pod,” she says affectionately, leaning forward to nip his earlobe.

“If milady wishes, I will sheathe it.”

He remains where he is until she manhandles him into facing her. “She wishes.”

Pod leans toward her, kissing her softly, over and over again as his fingers find the juncture between her legs. She is already wet. “You’ve prepared well,” he says.

She smiles. “A good dream.”

“About me?”

“Perhaps. I couldn’t see his face. It could have been Jamie Lannister for all I know.”

“Wench,” Pod says. “You’re trying to make me jealous.”

“Careful, Podrick, you’re starting to sound like him.”

“Does it turn you on when I call you ‘wench’?”

“It most certainly does not.”

“Your body betrays you, milady.”

“My body reacts to your ministrations, not your words.”

“And if I-“


Podrick smiles at her and repeats the motion until she is writhing under his hand. “You are beautiful, milady.”

“I am a mess and you know it,” she says, laughing.

He pulls away from her. “Shall I help milady with her hair?”

She yanks him back onto the bed. “You can help the lady with this,” she says, straddling him and moving until he is fully sheathed within her. He rolls her onto her back, still inside her, and they move together as one until he finds his release.

He kisses her gently as they both come down from the heights of their encounter. “Good morning, Brienne,” he whispers.

“Good morning, Pod,” she responds.
Mar. 4th, 2019 02:03 pm (UTC)
RE: Morning - Game of Thrones - Podrick Payne/Brienne of Tarth - 285 words
Nicely done.

What would like your reward to be?
Mar. 5th, 2019 04:06 am (UTC)
Re: Morning - Game of Thrones - Podrick Payne/Brienne of Tarth - 285 words
Thanks. I'm just glad I was finally able to get the two of them together.

Words to your WIP is fine with me.
Mar. 5th, 2019 12:34 pm (UTC)
RE: Re: Morning - Game of Thrones - Podrick Payne/Brienne of Tarth - 285 words
Mar. 4th, 2019 07:38 pm (UTC)
Andrej was having the weirdest dream. In it, James and Zayne were half naked and making out on the left side of the bed while he slept on the right. Andrej groaned, knowing that they were crazy hot when they were together like this. All lips and teeth and hands and unrestrained passion. The bedroom was the only place his two boyfriends could ever agree on anything and, nine times out of ten, they agreed in such a wholehearted manner that they’d rattle the walls.

It was killing him knowing that they were grinding together, making each other insane with need, but leaving him out of the equation. While he wasn’t ever opposed to watching his beautiful men make one another happy, sometimes he had a need of his own. Right now, that need was to be sandwiched between them, experiencing everything they were and more.

Something bumped into Andrej’s side, followed by a hand to the face. Startled out of his dream, Andrej shot upright, searching the room.

Dumnezeule,” he muttered, pulling the covers over himself and glaring at his boyfriends who were indeed making out beside him.

“God has nothing to do with it, baby,” Zayne muttered, turning his head to the side so James could nip at the exposed skin.
“I told you to keep quiet,” James grunted. “You woke him up, cowboy.”

“It wasn’t me,” Zayne sighed. “It was you, narco.”

“Someone’s knee woke me up,” Andrej growled. “Followed by someone’s hand in my face.”

Zayne tore his mouth off of James’ shoulder and frowned at Andrej. “He’s pissed, gingerbread.”

“Andy doesn’t get pissed,” James muttered, trying to draw Zayne’s attention back onto him.

“I am pissed,” Andrej spat in a rare show of profanity.

“Mmm,” Zayne murmured. He rolled off of James’ body and held his arm out. “Get your angry ass over here,” he ordered. “We didn’t want to start without you…”

“But we didn’t want to wake you, either,” James finished. “It’s not like you to still be asleep when we’re up.”

“In his defense,” Zayne said, curling his arms around Andrej’s body, “our dicks woke us up where his internal clock wakes him him.”

“This is true,” James muttered, licking the curve of Andrej’s chin. “And our dicks aren't on the same schedule his body is.”

“There’s no reasoning with them,” Zayne said.

“There is no reasoning with any part of either of you,” Andrej said, the heat of anger being replaced by another, more pleasant kind of heat.

“Is there anything we can do to make it up to you,” Zayne asked.

“Say the word and you’ve got it,” James added.

Andrej grinned. “You can start by getting naked,” he said.

Zayne ran a hand up Andrej’s already bare back. “And then we can take turns fucking you senseless? I think I like it when you wake up angry.”

“Ditto,” James said, a giant smirk crossing his face. “The only question is, who gets to go first?”

“I’ll flip ya for it, Rosewood,” Zayne said, reaching over and shoving James off the bed. “Looks like I win.”

“Fucker,” James called up from the floor. But he was laughing too hard to be angry. “I want to be pissed at you, Reyes,” James threatened, climbing back up onto the bed, “but the noises you two are making sound too good to ignore.”

Zayne tore himself away from Andrej’s mouth and waggled his fingers at the redhead. “Get over here and join us before I change my damn mind.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” James said, pressing himself against Andrej’s side.

“See, Zek,” Zayne said, biting a red mark onto Andrej’s chest. “We can share when we want to.”

“And god only knows, we really want to right now.”

“Thank god,” Andrej breathed. “Because after listening to the two of you, one of you will not be enough for me.”

Mar. 5th, 2019 03:54 am (UTC)
Boys, boys, boys....

Naughty, naughty...lol

Mar. 5th, 2019 01:13 pm (UTC)
They are awful, aren't they?

No reward needed. :)
Mar. 5th, 2019 03:12 pm (UTC)
They are indeed.
Mar. 5th, 2019 04:50 pm (UTC)
As Zayne would have you believe, it's all part of their charm. :D
Mar. 5th, 2019 06:49 pm (UTC)
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Mar. 14th, 2019 12:43 pm (UTC)
Nicely done. What would you like for your reward?
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Mar. 15th, 2019 11:46 am (UTC)
A drabble in a fandom of your choice or a 100 words added to one of my many wips.
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Apr. 3rd, 2019 01:59 pm (UTC)
Okay. I can manage that.
Mar. 20th, 2019 02:59 am (UTC)
Horatio watched his lovers sleep tangled together and barely covered by a sheet. He smiled at how they had spent the previous night and he couldn't wait for round two.

Steve opened his eyes and lazily smiled. "Stop oogling and come back to bed," he quietly commanded.

"Is that an order, Commander?" Horatio softly teased.

Before Steve could answer, their other lover woke up and growled, "Get your freckled ass in the fucking bed, Horatio. We've got some unfinished business to take care of."

"You are so fucking romantic, Danno," Steve griped while Horatio chuckled as he quickly undressed and joined them in the bed.

"You want romance, Red?" Danny asked before getting a lapful of redhead.

"Later," Horatio purred. "Right now, I want to play cowboy and ride you until you can't see straight."

"Damn," Danny moaned as his hands found Horatio's hips and guided the redhead down on his cock. "I will die a happy man, but we are leaving somebody out."

"Steve?" Horatio asked.

"I'm good just watching you two drive each other insane," Steve answered with his hand wrapped around his cock and slowly stroking it.

It would be a race to see who fell over the edge first, but damn what a race it would be.
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