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The Moment After Meme

You've seen The Morning After, and the Build-Up, and even the Mid-Fuck memes. But what about the moment after characters have done the deed? Do they cuddle or light up a cigarette? Go for seconds or reflect on what just happened? Hop into the shower to wash away their sins? Regret everything?

Well, we'll find out, won't we?

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- Post with your character, name and fandom in the subject. Include any prefs or no-no's.
- A set-up isn't necessary but hey, if you want, go for it!
- Others respond to your character.
- Congrats! They just had sex.
- Have fun and be excellent to each other!

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There were just some things that Caine would never be able to give up. The air was warm, heavy with all of the power that Davy Jones could release, more than even an insatiable cambion like him could handle, and it felt like he would burn up from the inside, but he never did. That blissful tension that built up throughout his entire body as his rocked his hips down harder, trying to hold back as long as he could before he couldn't take it anymore and it all released at once, followed quickly by Davy. It was like a force of nature every time with Davy, and he'd lost track of how many times that made tonight.

He hadn't forgiven Davy yet for using him, for turning what he was, something that he still hated, into a tool against Alejandro. Caine couldn't consider it a betrayal, but accepting it didn't make him feel any better. He wanted to be angry, even if they still kept doing this. The first time, he'd been so angry and frustrated, and Davy used this to pacify him, fucking him to a state of contentment, overwhelming him, leaving him as if sated after a feast. Caine tried so hard to keep it that way, tried to coax Davy to grip his hair and pin him down. If he was just an asset or a tool to the fae, then he might as well be treated like one... But Davy never did.

At some point during the night, Caine's anger finally gave way to acceptance. He was tired, defeated as he rolls his hips again, feeling Davy still buried inside him, glancing down at the mess he'd painted over the man's chest. He didn't mind admitting how much he needed this with Davy anymore, but now, instead of relief, he just felt empty and hurt. Everything that he'd been holding in, trying to pretend that it was okay, that he belonged to Davy regardless, so it didn't matter what the fae did with him... He couldn't pretend anymore.

"Did you really think that I wouldn't have helped if you'd just told me?" He whispered, his voice still ragged with all the exertion from earlier. He rested his hands on Davy's stomach, but didn't move to lift himself off the other man's cock. "That I wouldn't believe it was best for him? Or all of us?"

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Let me know if you have a preference for

pre-bodyjack, mid-bodyjack or post bodyjack.

Use of mad science, spider-powers and extra tentacly Venom is encouraged.

( f/m 25+ or Nat )

Edited 2018-10-15 22:38 (UTC)

( f/m or nat )

(ooc | He's a priest so prepare for an extra dose of awkwardness. )

Edited 2018-10-15 22:45 (UTC)

( ota. )

[It had happened so quickly Yuuri hadn't even logged out of the game he was playing. A few feet away his character still stood in the middle of a foggy mountainside, the occasional sound of some creature in game occasionally joining his hard breathing and the random honks of the cars outside.

He should say something. He should definitely say something. All of a sudden the confidence he'd felt just moments before had run off somewhere, leaving him with his old familiar friend anxiety filling the pit of his stomach.

His exposed stomach.]

Uh...

[For the moment, that was all he could muster, glasses crooked on his face.]