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Tags
Spanking
Incest
Sex Toys
BDSM
Flogging
Older Man/Younger Woman
Threesome
Bondage
Lust
Aftercare
Love
Anal Play
True Love
Submission
Roleplay
Older Woman/Younger Woman
Biting
Cuddling
Cuddles
Pack Dynamics
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Predator/Prey
Petplay
OT3
Master/Slave
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Bloodplay
Kink
joy
Lemon Cakes
lemon cakes are aftercare
needleplay
Laughter During Sex
lannister fetish
House Lannister
D/s
The Wolf-Girl Who Longed for the Sun
Consensual Incest
Queer Het
Triad - Freeform
Chains
Whips
Canes
ménage à trois
chivalric fetishism
DominantJaime
DominantCersei
Strap-on play
Snowballing
Summary
Because the holidays can be rough; a short fic or drabble about our pride every day till December 25th (maybe a little more)--like an Advent calendar with happy saucy fiction instead of chocolates. I'll be bringing in a few friends to add treats as well. Please feel free to email me with ideas and I hope you enjoy!NB: As per the holidays-indulgent. Made it to Thirty-One. Happy New Year!
Present (TywinxSansa)
April 20, 2025 at 11:19 AM
Laid out like a banquet on the study table; polished, lovely, eyes closed.
Sansa knows gifts cannot be quantified, measured, predicted; secure inside the ivory and ruby egg of herself, she waits to become.
(The newest cub waits a long time to meet the first male of the pride. He comes to them. There’s always a risk.)
The air stirs. Dameonorops, myrrh, ink and the honey and spices; warmth uncurling inside her. A rough hand, heavy rings at her cheek, callused fingertip tracing her lip. Sansa’s kiss soft as tawny fur.
A low rumble of pleasure. Like that, she belongs.