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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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"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.

He's careful not to lose himself completely - he needs to keep his footing, keep Bets balanced against the wall. He stays still for a few moments, just enjoying it and letting her adjust - and then he rocks his hips into her slowly, almost agonizingly so.

"Cullen--" It's like torture, feeling him just beginning to move, and she held tight and close...but only if torture could be described as sweet. She tips her head down, turning so she can press a kiss to his ear, her teeth catching his earlobe as her lips close around it.

He groans faintly at that nibble, his hips giving a slightly sharper jerk. "Bets." His fingers pinch at one of her nipples, lightly, and he presses against her again. "You feel so good."

"More--please." Her voice is a breath against his jaw, her chest jutting toward him at his touch. He has her pinned, and every shift of his hips leaves her wanting more. "You're a torment, Cullen Rutherford."

"No more than you," he mutters against her neck, bracing himself as best he can to thrust into her harder, more forcefully. It's not as much as he'd be able to do if they were in a bed, rather than standing on slick stones, but it's enough to make him groan helplessly at the sweet friction between them.

She laughs--a little, breathless sound that disappears into his wet hair--but the sound shifts easily into a moan as he buries himself within her. It might be a subtler movement than they manage elsewhere, but it's more than enough here and now. "I'm not the one who was walking around half-naked."

"Yes," Cullen murmurs, bracing himself, fingers digging into her skin again. "I do it just to torment you, you know."

"Wicked man." She lets one hand run down over his broad back, not reaching quite so far as she might in another situation. When there's the chance, however small, of upsetting the balance of their bodies here, she's not going to grab at his bottom. It's certainly tempting, though. "This is why I lose sleep over--oh--"

Whatever he manages to do on that last stroke within her is fine enough that she entirely loses the end of the sentence.

"Lose sleep?" he asks, pressing insistently against her, again, again, again. "Over - what? Me?" His breath is coming out shorter, sharper, and oh, she's good. He's getting close.

"Of course I do." Her eyes slip closed, easily so, as she gives herself over to the way his hips knock against hers. It's a pleasant repetitive motion that builds in power with each thrust. "When I'm away--"

She's not far off, either--another moment or two, especially with his hands gripping her body just tightly enough that she can imagine bruises without actually incurring any. Her voice grows low and insistent. "Tell me you love me, Cullen."

"I love you," Cullen says immediately, without hesitation. "More than anything - Betrys -"

His mouth finds a spot on her neck - one he knows is especially sensitive. And sucks there, hard enough that it might actually leave a faint mark.

"I love you, too--" she answers, the words quick and quiet, cut away from her by a sharp breath as he sucks at her skin. It's enough to bring her over the edge, her heels digging into his back as she arches against him.

They've done this plenty of times before, but it's as overwhelmingly good as the first time he touched her. Here, beneath the warm spray of the water, supported by his strength and the mercifully thick stone wall, everything feels new.

Cullen moans against her, following her over that edge at the feeling of her tightening around him. His body shudders and it's all he can do to keep standing, keep her pressed against the stone wall as he murmurs her name.

He's restrained, in the way a horse champing at the bit is restrained. His body is coiled steel beneath his skin, holding back even as he's letting go, spilling his seed within her while refusing to spill her.

"I love you even more right now," she murmurs against his ear, her cheek pressed against his. The echoes of her own orgasm are still fading away. "Every time, I love you even more."

He huffs a little against her neck, gently letting her feet drop to the floor and turning to kiss her lips. "That's quite a feat," he murmurs, amused.

"You're quite a man," she answers, drawing a fingertip down the center of his chest. Maker's breath, she's not sure how she's standing at all at this point. "And this was one of the cleverest plans you've ever come up with."

He leans in, catching her lips in a kiss. "And you are - amazing," he murmurs. "I don't know what I did to deserve this - to deserve you. But I hope I'm worthy."

"Of course you're worthy." She laughs, all breath, and cups his cheeks in her hands. "I couldn't think of a worthier gentleman if I tried."

Cullen smiles, and leans in to kiss her gently. "I thank the Maker you think so," he murmurs.

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