#questionable marks

[delicious-dream-before-the-storm]

When, after a night of flirting in a nightclub, you offer a girl a ride home on your beautiful scooter, and when you arrive at her house, she invites you to have a nightcap in her studio, but when she gets up, you see the tracks left on her seat…..??

[archangel-dimmock]

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Your muse wakes up next to mine, they're both naked and with questionable marks. Send me a "✿" to see my muse's reaction to... everything

When Ry woke up in the morning, he felt rather achy and he groaned from how uncomfortable that was. When he turned around on the bed, he realized that he wasn't alone. He saw that Sasha was in the bed with him...and that she was naked. With marks on the bare skin he did see. He began to blush furiously when he realized that he was naked as well and there were marks on his own body.

"What happened last night?" he whispered, remembering that he only had a bit to drink...and had ingested a fair bit of honey.

[archangel-dimmock]

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Your muse wakes up next to mine, they're both naked and with questionable marks. Send me a "✿" to see my muse's reaction to... everything

When Ry woke up, he felt deliciously lethargic and snuggled into the warmth at his back, not wanting to get up at all. And that's when he realized he was naked. Slowly, he turned around and saw Sherlock was naked as well. And there were marks all over their bodies. One in particular that stood out were some bruises in the shape of bitemarks on his husband's hips.

"Sorry," the archangel sleepily apologized as he nuzzled the man's chest.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

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Dean had been up for a few hours. He’s woken to the feeling of someone else in his bed, hearing them rustle under the covers and take the blanket from him. Slowly, he had gotten up, checking to see who it was. It was Alice.

From what Dean could tell, it seemed like they’d gotten pretty busy the night before.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

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((Your muse wakes up next to mine, they’re both naked and with questionable marks. Send me a “✿” to see my muse’s reaction to… everything))

Dean rubbed his eyes, stretching his arms. He stopped when he felt his skin brush against someone else’s. Dean jumped at the sudden contact and looked over. It was Jo. Her neck was covered in hickeys, her wrists looked like she’d been handcuffed for more than an hour (and she’d been pulling against them), and finger-shaped bruises littered her hips. “Wh-what?”