outofshadows | Shipping Meme

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Shipping Meme

Welcome to the ToS Shipping Meme! The rules are simple.
1. Post your character/preferences.
2. Reply to other characters with one of the following scenarios
3. Ship it!
Remember, this is just a fun meme so you can ship things that would NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY in game. Yay for no in-character consequences to bad decisions.

SCENARIOS

1. Stupid Cupid Your characters stumble upon a room in the lab in the The Administrative Tower. A mist is in the air, something to help releive stress and make work production much better. Your characters may be close friends, strangers, or sworn enemies. Whatever the case is, they are now suddenly and inexplicably in complete and total love. They may or may not be aware that this makes no sense, but they can't help themselves.

2. Some Like It Hot Forget love and new beginnings. Something strange must be in the drink supply. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Whoever you find first is the lucky person. Will you make it to a bed or not is anyone's guess.

3. I Can Hear The Bells Your characters are getting married. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's to get out of marrying Tristan, maybe you're being forced into it and this ship is a little dub-con, or maybe it's because you accidentally participated in some Nysgod ritual and weren't aware of its implications. Either way, the wedding is about to happen or just has. How do you feel about that?

4. I Don't Want To Go Your character has been determined to NOT be the one for Tristan. Whether or not they like it, they're being sent home. Do they choose to spend it with a close friend, with the one they love? Or maybe, do they decide to finally tell that person they've always had a crush on just how they feel? You only have one night left, what you do with it is up to you.

5. The First Time Your characters are interested in each other and it's time to do something about it. Either the first date, the first kiss, the first I love you....or some other significant first. Whatever it is, it's definitely time to take that step. So who's going to take the initiative?

6. The Morning After Your characters definitely went at it. Maybe it's the first time, maybe they're cheating on someone, maybe it was out of anger. Whatever the case, for some reason, it was significant and you're going to have to talk about it. Good morning, Starshine! The earth says it's time for some cuddling and/or awkward conversation.

7.Fuck The Man Tired of the rules, tired of the work hours? Why do it? Why not grab someone you like or dislike and slam them down in the staff room of the work space. Or against a tree in the park. Or even the landlady's office. They may not like it but who cares. It's time to work out some stress.

8. Potpourri Have another idea? Pregnancy, proposal, accidental body contact, trapped together, caught in the rain, hurt/comfort, etc? Go for it! Make your own scenarios up and run with them.

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one and altered it for the new setting, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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Never mind that she could probably push past him without much issue at all. Draco might have been tall, but he certainly wasn't burly; there was clearly muscle hidden beneath that t-shirt, but it was lean. Nothing about this interaction was even remotely near subtle anymore, with their intents thinly veiled. Draco knew it, and Devi certainly seemed to know it.

He didn't even bother responding verbally that time, instead moving to brace himself at the top of the bag again as he leaned in, closing what little distance remained between the pair of them so he could press his mouth to hers, intent on kissing that coy little grin right off.

Yes, she could push past him and what got her going was that she chose not to. Devi had never been into thick or burly men, always preferring lean and the muscle was just a bonus. She had also never been one for dancing too much around things unless she was bored.

Devi was not bored.

She shifted her lips back playfully, almost tauntingly before letting him kiss her. It was just on this side of unsure but it was only a moment before Devi relaxed and leaned into him a little, testing.

The half-moment before he got to properly kiss her was filled up with a wide smirk, pleased that she wouldn't just give in so easily. She was a challenge, to say the least, and no one could ever deny that; he liked challenges, though. He liked being able to see if he could step up and rise to it.

So far, so good.

His free hand moved from where it had innocently rested in one of his pockets, now brushing against her waist, hesitating just a moment before pulling her a bit closer. The kiss was still innocent enough for now, but apparently not for long, given the way he tipped his head just so, parting his lips against hers.

Admittedly, she was taking his lead for now, two fingers slipping into his recent voided pocket as he draws them together, lips parting easily under him. Maybe it was because she'd grown used to feeling Dorian's cold or the lack of body heat at all, or maybe it had the same excuse as Draco's reddened knuckles, but he was warm through his t-shirt.

Her left hand braved the distance up to rest on the back of his hip, tongue flicking out long enough to run a small soft section of his inner lip. It was innocent with the natural hesitance of the first time but she didn't aim to let that settle for long. The start of anything was mildly difficult for her; she just had to let him move her over that first ridge.

He was happy to lead, even if he had no idea where it was going. That was the fun of the thing, really. Both of them going into the training room for innocent purposes, for the simple reason that they wanted to keep on their toes; somewhere down the line, the meaning got skewed, and here they were. Her response to the first kiss was just right, and the way she moved to pull him against her didn't go unnoticed. Draco bit back the urge to smile a little, knowing full well it would throw off the rhythm of it all, and just kissed her a bit deeper, parting his lips to her at the touch of her tongue. At this rate, they were like a snowball down a hill, gathering more and more momentum; that first ridge was sure to be cleared within a matter of moments.

Devi didn't have any idea where it was going either, but to be fair, she never does. The surprise of life was the best part about hanging around, even if she'd come in here expecting something vastly different. As he deepened the kiss, she melded her body against his. Her other hand leaves his pocket and joins its mate to slip over his back, fingers marking the dip of his spine.

He pressed back against her, dead sure they were thinking along the same lines. It wasn't hard to move them away from the heavy bag then, keeping his mouth on hers even as he started to slowly steer them both back to the nearest wall; having something behind them seemed a better idea than just having at it in the middle of the room, and he wasn't entirely sure that he trusted the floor. Once there, his hands slid purposefully down her sides, appreciating her curves for a moment before one moved to slide beneath her shirt.

Her first step was a little uneven, hands spreading and making Draco her focus of balance as he steered them. The closest non benched wall was all of seven steps away and they found it easily. A soft note is pushed out of Devi as her back finds the wall, one arm draping over his shoulder to let her fingers play up the back of his neck into his hair.

He'll feel a subtle hourglass figure with complimentary soft unmarred skin, and the slight hitch of that side of her hip when his hand comes upon it suggested that she knew how to move them.

Thankfully, he had a firm enough grip on her that the chances of her accidentally taking a tumble were fairly low; the short distance helped too, giving him little reason to break the kiss in order to relocate them, as he might have had to do if they'd wanted to go anywhere else. He only had a couple of inches on her, he was realising now, but he was apparently realising quite a lot of things: with them just standing there, he wouldn't have noticed her figure quite as much, nor her height, nor the general plushness of her lips beneath his.

Draco couldn't help the pleased curve that tugged at the corners of his mouth when she rocked into his hand just a little. It didn't need to be much, not when such a tiny hitch spoke volumes, encouraging him to keep up the brush of his fingers against her skin. His mouth dropped away from hers when they found the wall, dropping to nip a kiss against the underside of her jaw; his hand continued its steady progression upwards, skimming across her stomach lightly.

If he hadn't gripped her, she wouldn't have gone far, but it was only fair to let him help, seeing how as he was the reason that her balance was bonked anyway. Devi never really cared that people didn't see certain things about her, and it never stopped her from leering from behind a bang or out of her side vision. Draco had been no exception, but he had enough attention draped on him so it was largely ignored.

There was no ignoring the warm moisture of his mouth or the way her head automatically tilted up to grant his access. A single short half embarrassed laugh comes with the jump of skin under his hand as he moves across her. It was always strange to her, the involuntary movements that a body arbitrarily decided. It might have just been because they were in the training room of all places. It might have just been him and good timing. Whatever it was, she didn't particularly want it to stop.

Her free hand starts collecting his shirt, fingers gathering under it to slip beneath the fabric of his shirt. Skin was something she always particularly enjoyed feeling and now that this has cropped up, she's horribly curious as to what he feels like.

Draco never trusted his strength overly much. It would be fun to try and hold her up, but it would be even more fun to just pin her between the wall and himself. He grazed his teeth against her throat, gentle and thoughtful, as though he was testing a variety of things to see exactly what she liked, how she reacted to everything he did.

A chuckle escaped him at the way she jumped under his touch, almost like she was ticklish. He'd have to find out, when he wasn't quite so intent on exploring every inch of her body. Or perhaps when he was intent on doing so in a way that was slightly less lust-driven. He pressed into her wandering hand when she moved it beneath his shirt as well - he was more than a little ticklish himself, after all, but kept it quiet. Draco just nipped another kiss lower against her throat, his hand proceeding up to cup her breast firmly.

She'd find that his skin was rather soft - possibly too soft, but this was Draco, and everything about him appeared fairly well-manicured, so to speak - and warm to the touch. As far as muscle went, he had more than one might expect; he had, after all, played Quidditch. Still, it's all long and lean like the rest of him, well hidden by his general skinniness.

Mm, teeth. Devi liked teeth and her breath hitches softly as he tests them out. She takes his leaning into her hand as a que for heavier touches, something she's got no problem with and shows as much when she gently scrapes her nails up his back.

A throaty moan was caught as he cupped her breast and Devi damned bras, even ones as sheer as she's got on for being a nuisance to her at the moment. Instant gratification was a bitch sometimes. One half hard nipple rubs at his palm and hardens into a nub as she arches into his hand. Her other hand slipped further up into that soft mass of silvery blonde hair.

His breath hitched at the scrape of nails on his bare skin, exhaling in a low noise of pleasure as the sensation went straight to his groin. It did nothing to quell the way he wanted to have her right then and there, and everything for his motivation. If he'd been moving slow up until that moment, he was encouraged in all the right ways now. The sound of her moan was music to his ears.

His thumb brushed against that nipple, curious to see what other reactions he could get out of her through every step of the way. It was nice to do a little bit of exploration, after all. He casually sucked a mark against her throat as he kneaded her breast almost lazily, his other hand dropped down to the waist of her pants, not uncertain in the way he found the button and zip, fiddling with each to get them undone.

His sound sent light goosebumps across her skin and Devi knew that she would have to find more ways of drawing those noises out of him. The brush of his thumb and following grip kept her pressing against him but her hands became busy collecting and pulling his shirt up (and hopefully off), eager for an uncovered canvas of skin. The suction at her neck was steadily robbing her of any form of straight thought, outside of a focused carnal need.

Since his skilled fingers had far to quickly opened her pants up, it's fair game for her to start working open his in the brief moment his hands would be otherwise occupied with his shirt.

He had to let go of her at some point; she was managing too well to get his shirt off, and he was only too happy to release her if it meant he could peel the damned thing off and get that much closer to the simple skin-on-skin contact that he was desperate for. The t-shirt was abandoned somewhere over his shoulder, and he thought it only appropriate to have her in the same debauched state of undress as himself; he let her focus on opening up his trousers while he peeled her shirt off as well, very much wanting to see what she looked like for himself. Touching was one thing, seeing was another, and he really did quite like just looking and appreciating for a moment or two.

Not too long, though; they had things to do.

While not having the same smooth confidence of practice, Devi is quick at unbuttoning and unzipping him. Any other chance to touch was broken by the urging of fabric up her chest and it too was quickly pulled over her head and tossed to the side. It would give him a good look. She was unmarked, having never had children or dramatic weight changes and shapely in her subtle way. There was only one flaw; an inch and a half scar on the front of her shoulder.

She didn't bother to wait for assistance with the black bra that did little to hide her, hands twisting up behind her back as she expertly pops the latches. The scrap is pulled off, more slowly then either of their shirts, but is just as quickly discarded once it's off.

He managed to keep himself from returning to the previous hungry touches and kisses of before, only with the promise of being able to properly observe. His hands moved to rest on her hips as she did his work for him, ridding herself of the most vexing garment, an appreciative smile curving his mouth as his eyes gave her a steady once-over. His imagination had done half the work before, when he'd snuck glimpses and extrapolated, but there was really nothing like the real thing.

Draco ducked back in for another firm kiss after that brief interlude, perhaps even more eager to get back into the thick of things than he was before. His hands slid around to her rear, his thumbs catching the waistband of her pants to start the process of shimmying her out of them, bit by bit. He rather liked the slow exposure, the way that he could really enjoy undressing her, his hands wandering and groping in terribly naughty fashion.

Devi left her back on the cool wall behind her and let him come to her, hips rocking forward as he dislodged the fit of pants. One hand slipped back behind his neck as he kissed her and it was her turn to break it, hot mouth nipping and kissing down the corner of his jaw. Smooth white teeth caught a bit of skin, gently tugging before whispering a kiss over it. Her free hand gripped at his hip before creeping under and down the fabric of his trousers. Once her fingers were at their reach, her lips curved into a smirk and she drug her nails carefully up his thigh.

When she broke away from him, his breath caught, loosing itself in a soft exhale. Her pants were down at least halfway down her thighs, and that was good enough for him (for now, at least; eventually, he was sure that he would end up getting them off the rest of the way). Her lips and teeth on his skin sent small shivers down his spine, and the rake of her nails along his thigh was even more so. One of his hands slipped slowly between her thighs, grazing over her lower abdomen as he did so, and finally sought out her core in true exploratory fashion. "Do that again," he murmured softly.

That little sound was a pleasant reward as was the shivers that came with the scrape of teeth and nails. With a shift of her knees, Devi wriggles a few more inches free from her pants, but her mind skipped blank as he brushed between her legs. The soft request punctuated by a sudden release of tension as he rubbed against her drew a quiet sudden gasp of air.

Devi had no problem doing as told at the moment and her hands drifted to his lower back, fingers slipping under his underwear at the small of his back. Her hands ran around his hips as she pushes them down, excusing her hands doing exactly as asked. It'll leave the elastic at his knees and they'll be in the same boat, but Devi leans into him a little to draw her nails firmly around and up the outside back of his thighs. There's no doubt that she's leaving little white lines that will flourish pink soon after.

If she kept that sort of behaviour up, she would, without a doubt, find out in no time at all that he was extremely reactive. Whether it was to rough kisses or nails or teeth or simply the right series of touches, she'd know exactly what he liked as it happened. It had always served him well when exploring options with new lovers.

That she'd managed to undress him and oblige his request just made him grin a little, the expression breathless, if that were at all possible. He could practically feel the eager flush of his skin beneath her touch; the faint pink blush was obvious against normally pale skin. His breath hitched first at the brush of comparatively crisp air against his flesh, and then again not moments later. The best aftermaths were those when he could admire the many marks left on him, as far as he was concerned. His fingers slipped against her again, quickly finding a steady rhythm in thanks for doing so, while his free hand circled around her hips to draw her closer.

"We may have to lose the rest of our clothing at this rate," Draco managed after a moment, already having more than a few ideas for where to take this. All the same, he didn't really want to stop what he was doing.

A shudder ran through her with a subtle half caught groan in her throat as his fingers rubbed her. The trail of her hands didn't stop once they hit his ass, nails dragging a little more lightly over the curves before resuming pressure towards the top and small of his back. One drug further up and over his shoulder as Devi rolled herself closer. There wasn't any shame in the way she rubbed the hollow of her hip against him or the way she half pressed herself to his chest.

"May have? Pretty sure we crossed that line a while ago, papi." The slip of endearment was covered with Devi nudging his jaw up with her nose and leaving a hot trail of languid kisses along his collar bone.

"Well," Draco drawled, finding that speech was highly overrated when her nails were still on his skin and her hip was pressed against him in such a way that made him want to charm their clothing a foot to the left to just solve the problem once and for all. With a little sigh - partly breathless, for obvious reasons - he finally dragged himself away from her enough to tug her pants down further, with a murmured help me out here. It had been quite long enough for them to go on half-dressed, and if they wanted to get any further with all this - like he wanted to - they'd need to get this done eventually.

Yeah, fuck pants. Devi shifted back with a satisfied little smirk, hands already hooking thumbs in her underwear and brushing his away. "Worry about yours," she murmured back and as soon as a legcuff came over the back of her heels, two swift movements catching and pull the fabric down only for her to step of out them and kick them to the side.

A shiver ran through her, sparking goosebumps across her skin. It was strange and arousing for the realization that she was standing naked in a training room (and with who) to settle into her head and it lit and excited mischief in her eyes.

He just rolled his eyes so hard it looked like they might roll out of his head, his mouth curving with wicked amusement as he took that opportunity to strip himself down with oddly practiced ease. There was probably something odd about that, but he wasn't going to remark on it if she wasn't. After all, he was just making the most of it so that he could get his hands on her again in record time.

And so he did, hands immediately going to her hips against as he kicked the last of his clothing aside, drawing her back in against him so he could kiss her mouth, her jaw, her throat.

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New Comment. I made it better. :|

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