Let's sail this ship

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Cute & Fluffy
1. Holding hands
2. First kiss
3. Cuddling/Non-sexual sharing of bed/blanket/couch etc
4. Non-sexual intimacy (bathing, hair care, massage, caregiving, etc)
5. Make outs
6. Playing (games, pillow forts, tickle fights, water balloons etc)
7. To the rescue! (break out of the tower/dungeon, save from a fall, then deal with the aftermath)
8. Mix & Match or make your own!




NSFW
1. First times (first time between two individuals; losing virginity; first time doing a particular act; first time with a particular gender)
2. Comfort sex (captives turning to one another for comfort; one character soothing another who is deeply upset)
3. Heat (hot lazy summer days; steamrooms; sweat-slick skin; tempers rising with the heat; urgent fucking a la Body Heat)
4. Make-up sex or reunions
5. Sexual instruction (teaching how to do, or be better at certain sex acts)
6. Calm you down sex (distracting from volatile emotions with sex)
7. Undressing (undressing in front of someone for the first time; one character undressing another; fumbling clumsily to get undressed; stripteases)
8. Orgasm denial
9. Sexual exhaustion
10. Bondage
11. Sensory deprivation
12. Urgency for sex (begging to suck cock; desperate to fuck; greedy bottom)
13. Discomfort during sex (rough edge of a table as counterpoint to pleasure; cold stone versus hot flesh; position is uncomfortable at first but then becomes perfect; penetration is painful, then pleasurable)
14. Rough sex (quick and dirty sex; hate sex; angry sex; fighting/wrestling; slapping, spanking) (+ optional Aftercare)
15. Somnophilia
16. Bloodplay
17. Public sex/semi-public sex/for an audience
18. knifeplay
19. Awkward/clumsy/funny sex

Pick a character, post the number(s) you want and which of my characters you want and put those somewhere there. Make a starter, or leave it to me! (100% borrowed from thinkoutsidethemusebox because she knows what she's doing and I don't)

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[child_of_bhaal]

"Then don't turn away from me." Her touch is just as gentle and decisive, taking his arm and urging him to turn back to her.

"You have a right to be mad at me. I pushed too hard, took too much on. It was stupid. Be angry. Yell at me. Just... Do it while you're holding me."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"I can't," he says softly, mournfully. "I hate this, I can't-"

She takes his arm, and he's a goner. He can't resist her. He turns back to her, and he feels so lost, eyes wet, lips pressed together. Something like a sob escapes him, and he grabs her up in a hug, pressing his lips to hers.

"I hate being like this, I hate it."

Tears are streaming down his face now, uncontrollably and embarrassingly. He hasn't let himself cry like this since... probably since Mal died. Maybe not even then.

"I don't let people in because of this. Because I'll just lose them, one way or another. You just... You were gone. And it was Mal all over again, and I just... I couldn't face you. It was just easier not to see you, because then I'd have to- I didn't want you to see this. Please just-"

He slams his lips on hers again, desperate and wet and full of emotion.

[child_of_bhaal]

She accepts him, his needy, tearful kiss, with soft yielding lips. But her arms hold him tightly, stubbornly, now that he's close again.

"I'm here." She gasps between kisses. "I'm not gone. I'm right here." And there's something in the inflection of her tone. It's not just for him that he says it. She had died. She'd felt it happen. She'd thought of everyone she loved, including him, both here and in Faerun, and she'd been afraid. Afraid she'd never see them again.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

His kisses turn slower, deeper, but still with a desperate edge. He wants her closer closer closer, wants to touch every part of her to know she's real and really here with him, wanting him just as much as he wants her.

But he needs to know she's okay. She can't even be feeling very good physically. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her lips once, a peck.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there. When you woke up."

Because he is. He feels awful about it and if he could go back in time and change it, he would. But what's more important-

"I know you can't be... 'okay', but... are you okay?" he says, face still wet and puffy.

[child_of_bhaal]

She can't shake her head, because he's holding her face. So she just holds onto his wrists, keeping his touch on her face.

"You're here now, that's what matters." She knows he's sorry. He'd been hurting and confused. She's already forgiven him.

The question prompts a breathy, short chuckle. "I feel like I took a hard hit from a hill giant's club, but yes, I'm okay."

That would be the equivalent of being hit by a mack truck, but she can't make that reference exactly.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He gives her a small smile at that, his eyes soft, and leans in to give her a soft, lingering kiss.

"God, I'm desperate for you. But if you don't feel good, tell me to fuck off."

His hands drop down to her hips, mouth dropping down to her neck.

"I missed you."

[child_of_bhaal]

As if she's going to tell him to stop. She needs him too, needs to feel real and alive. It will do them both good.

"I feel well enough for this." She turns her head to brush her lips over the spot just behind his ear, while her hands move to pull his shirt out of his pants. She wants this, closeness, affirmation, regardless of if she's really up for it. She's healing, not dying, so screw it.

And her. Please.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He shivers at her lips behind his ear, and he takes her hand in his and leads her toward the bed. That way he can make sure she doesn't fall over.

"Syeira," he sighs when he touches his lips to her neck as he crawls on top of her.

[child_of_bhaal]

Laying down is wise. She can not worry about herself, and focus on him. So she does, continuing what she'd started by going after his buttons, to get that shirt off him. There's a sense of urgency in her suddenly, to feel his skin on hers.

"Arthur." She sounds impatient, demanding. She wants that fierceness back in him. They could be tender after.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Okay, that is definitely a 'get the fucking move on, Arthur' rather than a 'be gentle with me, Arthur'. He helps her with the buttons and then slips the shirt off his back, letting it drop to the floor. No undershirt today, just skin.

He leans down again, kissing her harder this time to show he got the message. But, God, they almost lost each other. That thought alone has him wanting to feel her, so he's clumsy in his haste to get her tunic off.

[child_of_bhaal]

She's fine with his less layers. It means she can get her hands on him sooner, and that's exactly what she does, running her hands over his back, shoulders, collarbone, chest. He's real and solid and she's touching him.

It's not enough to satisfy though. So where she's usually shy and hesitant with undressing, this time she's swift to help him with her tunic, arching her back as she helps him pull it over her head. There's not a trace of a blush this time. She's too focused on wanting him, needing him.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He lets out an amazed gust of air before he's leaning down to kiss and suck at her collarbone, a hand reaching up to cup her breast.

His pants are already uncomfortably tight, and he lets out something between a sigh and a growl, his hips twitching against her. His fingers are shaky as they go to open his pants. Damnit, why are pants so hard to open? Then again, bras are worse. Thank God Sye doesn't wear one.

He pushes his pants down as far as he can, his underwear following, leaving him exposed, pink and hard. His head dips back a little in relief, but he's leaking already, desperate for this. "Will you touch me?" he asks her softly, his cheeks pink with arousal. He loves her hand on him. He wonders if it's weird for her, that she's only been with him.

[child_of_bhaal]

He should ask her and find out sometime.

But there's no hesitation in her when she answers his request. She drags her nails down his sides, across his hips, one hand settling there while the other wraps around his length.

There's little that makes her feel as beautiful and desirable as when she has him in her hand. It's physical proof of his desire for her, and that makes her feel powerful, attractive. Firmly, she works him at a slow pace. She might be wanting this to move quickly, but not too quickly.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

The feeling has him hissing in pleasure, his hips stuttering against his will. His length hardens even more in her hand, and his eyes flutter at the slow pace. It's delicious and perfect.

He leans down to kiss her hungrily, one arm holding him up, the other hand on the other arm undoing Syeira's pants. He pushes them down as far as he can reach with one hand, and then his hand is reaching between her legs, fingers dipping between her lips.

[child_of_bhaal]

She helps as best she can by lifting her hips up, as he tugs on her pants. They don't get far, not even to her knees, but that apparently doesn't stop Arthur. And she moans in appreciation at his tenacity.

She's wet from anticipation, but tight, and that lets her feel those elegant fingers of his all the more keenly. But it's not nearly enough. She takes her hands off him, turning her head from his kiss. Not because she wants to stop but to push her pants off completely.

"Get these off. I need you. Now." Someone gets demanding after being brought back from the dead or send.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

The sudden loss of contact absolutely pulls a whine from him, and he's chasing her lips before she tells him what she wants. He scrambles to comply then, taking his fingers away and standing up to pull his pants off, then tugging hers off her before climbing back on top of her.

Leaning down to kiss her, he sinks inside her with no further ado. God, she's tight and wet. By now, he trusts her to say when it hurts. She's probably not as tight as she was when they started having sex either. With that in mind, he starts in on a moderate pace that will satisfy them both enough for now.

Teasing is out of the question. It's all about dirty, desperate fucking right now, satisfying needs and feeling each other in every way possible. They can deal with the feelings later.

[child_of_bhaal]

She's definitely had practice, but it's been weeks. She died. And she didn't let him get her loosened up. Which was the whole point. The stretch is wanted, needed. A little inkling of discomfort, not quite pain, to highlight the pleasure and relief to having him back with her, in her.

She groans with pleasure and relief into his kiss, arms and legs wrapping around him to pull him close. And he's not wearing one of those awful condoms, so they are closer than they've ever been. It's perfect.