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weekly (lady-)boners and just generally shippy things

the shipping + smut picture prompt meme

SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPY AND NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER

ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)

iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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Betrys wouldn't mind wrapping a hand around him right then and there, but they've spent the time sneaking into the washroom for a reason. It's time to take advantage of it.

When they break the kiss, reluctantly enough on her end, she looks up at him with a playful smile. "I believe it's time we washed you, good ser."

"I could certainly use a good wash," he murmurs, chasing her lips a moment with his own, and stealing another peck on her cheek. "Are you planning to scrub my back, my lady?"

"Would you like that, Ser Commander?" she asks, reaching around to run a fingertip down his spine. "I think I could find time for it. But you'll have to show me how exactly this washroom of yours works."

Of course, there are the usual buckets and tubs about - but there are also a couple of pipes overhead, and Cullen tugs lightly on a chain, releasing a steady stream of lukewarm water to the floor - which has a drain in it.

"Water is piped in from the mountains, it's ingenious really. Good for a quick wash." It's no luxurious, hot soak in a tub, but it has a certain novelty.

Her eyes light up at the way the water pours down without any need for a servant and a bucket. They've nothing like it at home, and frankly, she hadn't realize they did here at Skyhold. Such a clever solution, and reaching hesitantly to touch it, she's even more pleased. "It's warm!"

Water piped in from the mountains after all, seems as though it ought to be frigid.

She reaches out for Cullen's hand and pulls him towards the spurt of water. "Come to me, Ser Commander. I've a promise to fulfill."

He grins and follows her under the spray. It is warmer than expected, if not as hot as a good hot bath would be. "My lady Inquisitor. Do what you will," he murmurs, only reaching out to gently pinch one of her nipples.

"My dear commander," she says, biting down on her lower lip to keep from making an undignified little noise, "we have to wash you first."

Luckily, there's plenty of soap to be had. Reaching for a bar, she lathers up her hands and spreads them over his chest, rubbing the soap into his skin. Her fingertips drift down over his muscles until she reaches the little grooves at his hips that point like an arrowhead toward his manhood. She could happily run her hands over that stretch of skin for a lifetime, and she doesn't hesitate to linger now.

"I'm not the only one who needs a wash," Cullen points out quietly, but he allows her to do as she pleases - Maker knows he would never deny her this, and his cock is certainly taking an interest if it wasn't before.

"The most beautiful woman in Thedas is washing me - how could I possibly ask for more?" he murmurs with a smile.

"We'll do something about my hair later," she answers, giving him a teasing smile. "First, we must reward you."

Her soapy hands slide easily over his skin to the back of him, moving down his spine to his bottom. She gives it a squeeze, taking care to move her palms and fingers over every bit of it.

"Hm," Cullen murmurs, humming his pleasure. "I get the feeling this is as much your reward as mine. Shall I turn 'round?"

"Perhaps I fancy the handsomest man at Skyhold," she answers, giving him a cheeky little smile. She's never freer with her affections than at times like this, when they're alone and at liberty to caress without worry for prying eyes. "If you'd please turn around, ser."

"The handsomest man at Skyhold?" Cullen turns, as requested, leaning against the stone wall with a sigh, if only so he's less tempted to turn round and put his arms around her - this is what she wants to do, and who is he to ignore her wishes?

"Who might that be, then? Dorian would argue that it's him, of course, but we all know it's pointless to fancy him. I'm afraid I'm not party to much gossip, though. The Iron Bull?"

"Dorian and I are related, you know," she says cheerfully, starting once more at his shoulders and slowly making her way down his back once more. "And I prefer gentlemen with two eyes, thank you."

Much as she might admire the way the Iron Bull lost his, she also strongly prefers humans, on the whole. At his hips, she slides her hands around him again, embracing him from behind. With her cheek resting against his back, she slides her hands down his erection, already quite impressive as it stands. "No, the most handsome man in Skyhold is a military man. One with quite the impressive manhood, according to rumor."

He grunts faintly at her touch, and sighs, relaxing. This is - good. Definitely, very good.

"I can't say I pay attention to those sorts of rumors," he says with a snort. "Ser Barris?"

"A kind enough man." But not as kind as the one beneath her hands right now. Betrys kisses his shoulder. "But I prefer a fellow I know a bit better. I see him in the war room quite a bit."

As she speaks, she slides a hand down his shaft once more, twisting her fingers around him gently. The soap keeps him slick enough that she her hand moves easily around the length of him.

Cullen doesn't really have a response to that, except to moan quietly at her touch. Maker, but it is sweet, her touch. He craves it when he can't have it.

"A commoner," he murmurs, his breaths coming short. "Scandalous."

"Nothing common about him," she answers, entranced by the sound and feel of his breath. Pressed up against him as she is, every shudder of his body moves through her as it does him, and she's beginning to ache for him between her legs. Her hands slide back up his body, reluctant but knowing she can't see him come quite so soon if she wants to feel him inside her.

"Cullen." Her voice is small and breathless, her hips rocking in against his. "I need you."

At her words, Cullen turns easily and picks her up, pressing her against the stone wall of the wash room. She's not heavy, not to him, and it's easy to hook her legs around his middle and press against her. "Like this?" he asks.

"Yes." She'll never quite get used to the way he can pick her up and move her without any apparent effort--but that's a nice thing. Every time he does, her heart skips in the pleasantest way possible. She clings to him, her arms sliding around his neck, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. "Just like this."

One arm supports her while the fingers of his free hand probe between them, sliding along her folds, teasing at her entrance. "Hm," he hums pleasantly. "Ready?" Ever the gentleman, even like this.

Betrys nearly breathes the word in answer, his hand having ensured that if she wasn't before, she certainly is now--but then she glances down at the floor. "You won't slip?"

The last thing she needs is to break her tailbone in the midst of a tryst in the barracks. For all that Varric seems convinced she should be a person to her people, not just an icon, Betrys would much prefer she remain a bit more distant to the men and women serving under her.

"I promise, I won't," he assures her, lips pressing gently to hers. He would never lose track of himself so completely - lose track of her.

"Please, Betrys," he moans, "Tell me what you want."

Slippery floors can fell even the greatest of men--but if there's one person in the world Betrys trusts without question, it's Cullen Rutherford.

"You," she breathes, curling a hand into his wet hair. "I always want you."

He groans again, rocking his hips into her to press inside her wet heat. He's been teasing himself as much as he has her, and it's almost overwhelming, the feel of her around him as he buries himself to the hilt. "Maker, Bets," he rumbles into her neck, always a little awed by the feeling.

Her own voice is swallowed away in a moan as he fills her. After his little touches, and her own longing for him, to feel him within her again is overwhelming. Her legs squeeze at his hips, holding him there a moment so she can savor it.

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