#pre-nsfw

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

"So what should we do now," Ron looked at Luna while sitting on a towel that was big enough for the both of them. He didn't know what else they could do at the beach.

They'd swam and splashed and made sandcastles, and sunbathed. Now, all Luna wanted to do was lie on the towel with him and the crash of the waves and the setting sun. She kissed him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Lie back and I'll show you, darling," she purred.

[medusinestories]

Feathers

“What the fuck is that?”

There were feathers. Long fluffy feathers in a wide-brimmed hat which currently sat on Silver's head.

“For you. To keep you from burning.” Silver doffed it, then tickled Flint's nose with the feathers. “Don't you like it?”

“Would you like the honest answer or the polite one?”

“Give it a chance. It has many qualities.” Silver smirked as he drew the feathers down Flint's bare chest. Flint swallowed a gasp when they brushed over his nipples.

“I hate you,” Flint hissed as the feathers travelled past his hipbone. Then his own shivers turned him silent.

[incendiary-viii-blog]

18. ‘walked in on while naked’ sex (Ventus)

[ NSFW starters ][ Accepting ][ @keysoflight ]

Lea sleeps naked; always has. He provides such excessive body heat that clothes only end up bothering him at night - he’d rather tangle himself naked in the sheets.It hasn’t led to any particular disasters in the past but there is, of course, a first time for everything.Lea’s stretching and rolling languidly from bed when the door opens. At first, he doesn’t actually register the sound. When he does, he whips hastily around and stares at Ventus, eyes wide. “…I’m naked,” he points out, unnecessarily. “Uh. …Did you want something?” he adds, deciding that he’s going to be casual about this, like his entire body isn’t currently on display. 

[theladymagician]

Magical experiment gone awry means Dorian’s hands are burnt, and the care of Dorian’s fabulous mustache falls to Cullen. Ooooor same premise, but Cullen has to help Dorian dress with ALL THE BUCKLES.

ALL THE BUCKLES! Also, an appearance by Jim, just for you, tklivory :D

This took much longer than I thought it would and if there’s a desire for it, I can nix the last line and continue on with the story. But only if you guys want it!

Cullen and Dorian haven’t been together for long, if you could even call it that. They haven’t progressed further than kissing one another in secluded hallways. It isn’t that Cullen doesn’t want to take the relationship further, it is that Cullen never seems to have the time. Add that to Dorian absolutely wanting no one to see them together, it means they simply don’t have the opportunity to progress further.

So when Dorian shows up in Cullen’s office late in the evening despite knowing Jim is still in Cullen’s office relaying information about one troop movement or another, Cullen knows something is up. The mage’s normal mask has slipped and cracked and there’s a redness about his cheeks that Cullen wants to point out, but he doesn’t. Dorian is holding his arms behind his back and Cullen wonders how in Andraste’s name the mage opened the door.

Probably magic. Dorian didn’t have the same hangup of using his magic that all the other mages in the keep did.

“We’ll discuss the Hinterlands in the morning,” Cullen tells Jim. “Give my report to Cassandra.”

“But ser-.”

“Oh, do run along?” Dorian asks, his voice a strained polite tone. Whatever is bothering the mage had him more embarrassed than upset, it seems.

Jim hastily bows his head and races from the office, no doubt already spreading rumors of the Tevinter Magister and Commander of the Inquisition. No matter, they are ones Cullen can deal with rather viciously if his soldiers start whispering.

“What’s the matter?” Cullen asks as he steps to the mage, pressing his lips lightly against Dorian in greeting. “You’re normally in the tavern by now.”

“Yes, well, it seems I made a slight miscalculation. Happens to the best of us, I’m told, which is clearly true as it happened to me.” Dorian ignores Cullen’s eye roll and brings his arms forward, revealing two bright red hands. From the tips of his fingers to his wrist, Dorian’s hands are nearly as red as Cullen’s coat. “It’s not permanent,” the mage says. “I asked the healer and she gave me quite the disapproving stare as she told me it will fade in a few days.”

“Do they hurt?” Cullen asks as he refrains from touching them. “Are they burnt?”

“Not burnt, per say, but a close enough word, I suppose. And no, they don’t hurt, I simply can’t feel them.” Paralyzed? Cullen shoots Dorian an alarmed look, which Dorian would wave away. If he could. “Oh, don’t look so fretful. As I said, a few days only.”

Cullen takes one of Dorian’s hands in his, watching the mage’s facial expression for any indication of pain. There is none, only a strained smile as Cullen presses his fingers into Dorian’s palm. “What do you need me to do?”

That blush returns on Dorian’s checks and it brings a wide smile on Cullen’s face that he doesn’t even both to hide. “I would like to sleep, Commander. I can’t go to the tavern because I can’t hold the blasted drink and I tried to fall asleep in my quarters but as you can imagine, this outfit is not exactly comfortable.”

Cullen didn’t argue there. Dorian’s outfits consisted of buckles, belts, and metal ornaments that made him rather blinding in the sun. “You want me to undress you,” Cullen replies with a smile. “You can’t do it with magic?”

“If I could do it with magic, I wouldn’t have come and given that blasted courier gossip fodder for the next month,” Dorian spat venomously, which he seemed to regret instantly. “I apologize, that was unworthy. I’m not asham-”

“Hush,” Cullen interrupts with a smile. Cullen knows how little Dorian wanted their relationship to be scrutinized. If it bothered him, he wouldn’t have entered the relationship at all. Not to mention he knows that Dorian must have slowly started to go out of his mind without the ability to use his hands. No precise magic, no books, nothing to keep his mind otherwise occupied. “Walk me through how to get this garish thing off you.”

“Garish?” Dorian tries to mock being offended but without a hand to clutch at his chest, it doesn’t quite hit its mark. “As if your cloak were the pinnacle of fashion. This is precisely why the Maker left us, Commander.”

“Are you going to let me undress you or shall I let you sleep in these buckles and belts?”

“Who knew you’d be so eager?” Dorian asks with a smile, some of the faux arrogance coming back onto his face. Did he believe Cullen would reject his request? Maker’s breath no, this was…perfect. “It’s much simpler than it looks.”

It was absolutely not much simpler than it looked.

It takes Cullen ten minutes just to get Dorian’s damned half sleeve on his left arm off, meanwhile the mage is laughing at his plight the entire time. “How in Maker’s name do you do this alone?” Cullen asks as he throws the sleeve across the office. All that work and only one arm of Dorian’s is bare.

“Magic, mostly,” Dorian replies with a wide grin. He begins instructing Cullen on how to remove the true garment. First the buckle across his chest, then a buckle that hid underneath that buckle, then undo the two leather straps about his bare shoulder, then unhook the book at his hip because who in Thedas doesn’t carry a book on their hip?

It takes Cullen ten more minutes before he bares even a few inches of Dorian’s chest. The mage’s left breast is bared to the world, though his entire right side is still bound in more leather than Cullen even thought possible. “I thought you wanted to get me undressed?” Dorian asks cheekily.

Cullen responds by nipping at the Dorian’s collar bone. Not enough to leave a mark, but a bit more vindictively than Cullen originally meant to. The sound of Dorian’s breath catching his throat when Cullen’s teeth find his skin is utterly satisfying. So Cullen does it again, this time running his tongue over the bite to soothe the wound. It’s not enough to leave a mark on the mage’s darker skin, but the thought of Dorian walking through Skyhold with Cullen’s teeth marks on his neck makes Cullen groan.

Maker, but they’ll have to do that someday.

“How do I get the rest off?” Cullen asks against Dorian’s neck. He runs a hand in the mage’s hair and uses the other to bring the mage against him, kneading him thumb at the bared flesh on Dorian’s hip.

“Ah, well,” Dorian stammers as Cullen feels the mage’s throat convulse under his lips. “Just the, ah, buckle at my wrist. Undo it and yank the sleeve down.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Cullen pulls back from the mage, mourning the loss of contact. He makes quick work of the buckle and pulls down hard at the fabric. And finally Dorian is bare from the waist up. “Maker’s breath you’re gorgeous.”

“That’s well and good, but I feel you’re a bit overdressed,” Dorian says, nodding at Cullen’s armor.

Cullen grasps Dorian’s red and unfeeling hands and smirks at the mage. “If you want it off, you take it off. It’s much simpler than it looks.”

[manufacturedhero-a]

Warmth - NSFW Starter [ CLOSED || winterxghost ]

It was one of those nights that Bucky had invited Steve over and it was cold enough that both boys shared a bed, mostly because Bucky knew the smaller male had issue keeping his body temp up. They eaten dinner, cleaned up for bed, gotten dressed and settled into bed.

They laid awake for hours, just talking, goofing off. Though when the laughter died down, the young men fell into a comfortable silence, laying beside one another. Steve closed his eyes for but a moment before his friend leaned over and Steve felt lips against his own, causing him to start a bit, eyes opening. Though he was afraid, he was... surprised. No one had ever kissed him before.

The two began to kiss, fool around and before Steve knew it, he was pinned beneath the other, panting, shirtless. His face was flushed and his hair was already a mess, bright blue eyes peer up at Bucky in the dark. "Buck..." he breathes out.

[shh-i-am-no-kitten]

Even huntress likes her odds... { closed w/ askbloodhunter }

"... about that toy, I am sure you will find something to use on me. You are a scientist, aren't you?"

[silvasabadboy]

00silva - Round No. 2

It had been easy enough, slipping back into Bond's London appartment under the cover of darkness. Silva had even helped himself to the spare set of keys when he left during their previous encounter. Leaving James exhausted and guilt-ridden (not to mention completely cum-stained) on his living room desk. True to his word he wasn't wearing explosives on his body this time round; he planned on getting a lot closer to his 00 agent this evening. Their last encounter, a rather wonderful surprise on Silva's part, had left the blonde hungry for more of the slutty James they both knew existed beneath the macho surface...

Turning the key in the lock, he pushes the door open silently, wondering if he'll catch Bond unawares. It's unlikely; the agent may be older than he was but he still has the acuity of senses and reflexes to survive on the job. Padding towards the kitchen he finally spots his man with his back to him, washing the dishes. Silva smirks, leans against the doorframe. It's all so domestic.

"Well? Aren't you going to give your fellow rat a 'welcome home' kiss?"