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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Between the pair of them, some sort of levitation was practically inevitable. Draco was grateful that she'd done the hard work there, though, since it simply freed up the rest of his attention: he could focus on the feeling of her body against his, on her legs wrapped around his waist like that, on her core pressed against his length. All it took was that one little word, and he shifted a little, drawing his hips back enough that he could guide himself properly against her, catching her mouth for a rough kiss as he slid home, thrusting within her with a muffled groan.

She couldn't be happier that he'd obliged so kindly and even if she'd asked for it, the sudden feeling of fullness still took her by pleasant surprise. The sensation's assault on her senses and the way he took her mouth at the same time stole her breath away. Half noted moans pushed out of her, like whimpers with each thrust. Hands gripped at his shoulders as she reveled in the flourish of need, the hunger that grows as it's being sated.

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Within moments of getting going, he knew that this was definitely a good idea. She felt wonderful against him, almost better than he'd imagined - and he would admit that he'd imagined this before, once or twice - and the little sounds she made only served to encourage him. Though it was a bit of an awkward angle, he was managing all right, keeping his thrusts relatively shallow as he kissed her, his hands helping to draw her against him.

It was a bit awkward and the further she let herself into that wonderful lusty hazy, there was coming a point where she didn't want to focus on that. She curled around him, hips lifting and dropping as well as she could to match his thrusts. Draco's hands had gotten far too little appreciation, though she supposes that's what has got her here in the first place, and they felt far better then expected spreading across her.

Devi broke the kiss with a soft breath, head turning to rest on his shoulder as she catches a breath. "We need to find a flat surface."

He paused a little, one hand splayed over the small of her back, when she broke the kiss; a quiet gasp escaped him at the break, and it took a second for Draco to click back into reality and actual thinking. "Right. Probably. I don't know about you, though-" He trailed off, leaning in to nip at her throat appreciatively again. "-but the floor looks like a terrible option."

Her head rolled to the side, unthinkingly offering more space and landscape on her neck before she pulled back up with a little smile. "It's either the floor or a narrow bench. Unless," her smile turned wicked as she rose off him a few inches before slowly, pointedly rolling her hips out and down on him in a smooth motion, "You'd rather stop and relocate." She was teasing.

His teeth grazed against her skin again, catching it for another proper mark. Half the fun was in remembering the occurrence after the fact, after all, and what better way than to admire hickeys in the mirror?

He made a noise in the back of his throat that suggested he'd had more than enough shagging on narrow benches for one lifetime, and he'd much rather things stay classy between them. As classy as they could manage, at least.

Her movement got a hitched breath, and another sharp graze of teeth against her collarbone this time before he pulled back to just look at her. "I don't fancy that either. That involves getting dressed again. Round two, we can relocate."

Based on the way her forehead pinched ever so slightly or the way her lips parted wistfully at his nips, she welcomed a decoration and had plans on doing much the same once to him she was more comfortable.

They were naked in the middle of the training room mid-coitus. There wasn't a lot of classy to be left with. "Who says there'll be round two?" she challenged playfully, legs unwrapping one at a time from his hips.

"Sounds a lot like our choice is the practice mats then, doesn't it."

He was in half a mind to tell her she had a choice: conversation or his cock, but she couldn't have both at the same time; it was definitely a pain in the arse to manage them equally when he really just wanted to focus on one. And it definitely wasn't conversation.

All the same, his hands supported her as she unwrapped herself from him, despite his mild disappointment. Better that than him attempting to move them and someone getting a concussion, though. That was the sort of mark one usually tried to avoid.

"All right, fine," Draco drawled, already starting to drag her over there, his hands still on her and keeping her close. "And I assure you, there'll be a round two," he added after a moment, giving her a pleased smirk.

It would have been an easy choice and Devi would have teased him into taking what he wanted, what she wanted, but the conversation was only temporarily needed. The blue mats where double stacked; whoever was using them before the pair must have needed extra cushion, but it works out.

Her lips curled back into a smile as he relents and moves them, her hands lightly running up his arm, seemingly unsatisfied to not be touching. His promise of round two only made her smirk. She wasn't stupid enough to think she'd refuse him. Once they reached the edge of the mat, Devi hooked an ankle behind his knee and pushed gently, enough to put him off balance and on his back.

There was probably more than enough time for teasing later on anyway, when both of them were sated instead of needy. After that initial taste of her body flush to his, there was very little that would Draco to that state short of just finishing the job. Already, his imagination was on overdrive, imagining all sorts of ways he could appreciate the curves of her back in his room, perhaps.

The thought was abruptly tugged from his mind as she pulled him off-balance, and he went down with a soft thud upon the mats, hands still keeping her close enough that when he went down, she went right with him. His hands smoothed down her sides again, falling to her hips; he lifted his a little, moving to rock against her once again. He sort of liked the idea of her remaining like that, on top.

She fell with him with a little laugh, one hand splaying on the mat beside his head to save her full weight from knocking the air out of him. Devi pulled her knees up to his hip as he rocked against her; how they'd managed to stay together was beyond her but she was just as happy on top as anywhere else.

His hands and hips served only to encourage her placement, eyes hazing slightly as she pushed up to sit on him. Slender fingers drug nails lightly down his chest to his stomach as she straightens all the way with a soft satisfied sigh. He felt far to good under her. A moment was held as her body further adjusted to him before her hips started moving, lifting and dropping softly in a steady measured rhythm.

It was pure skill that had kept them together, really. There was no rhyme or reason for it, but it certainly saved them the time and energy that would have gone into rearranging again. He's not complaining.

His breath hitched at her nails down his chest, leaving behind faint red trails; it wasn't the last of the noises, and he groaned low in his throat as she lowered herself back over him, gripping her hips a little tighter to help her move over him. From that position, Draco wasn't really running the show, and while he was happy to let her set the pace of their movements, he refused to just lie back and let her do all the work: his hips rocked up in small motions to meet hers, his own nails digging little half-moon into her flesh.

He could have all the credit if it meant she could continue to draw those sounds out of him and she loved watching each one cross his face. His rocking to meet her made her moan, breath catching the end as her bottom lip is pulled under her teeth as though it would stop any of the other traitorous noises.

The lip popped back out with a soft pant as her speed increased and she arched backwards, hands spreading just above his knees for support. This is what she wanted. To be blissfully oblivious in a wash of lust and a buzz in her ears with a beautiful man between her legs. Devi's hips came down with a fluid motion but with weight, lips parting as she lost herself to the pleasure of riding him.

Taking all the credit definitely seemed right up his alley, but that also involved further conversation, and they'd already basically determined that that wasn't worth it, not really. Later, once his attention wouldn't be torn between formulating words and focusing on the feeling of her body against his. His eyes were locked on her, watching her every movement; his lips were parted to offer no real barrier to the soft sounds that continued to tumble forth. His own hips continued to meet the steady rhythm she set, and even if Draco had been able to think through the haze in his head, he didn't think he could imagine anything better than this. One hand slid to the small of her back again as he levered himself up a little more, changing the angle slightly so he could draw her a bit closer to meet him. He leaned in, cupping one breast so he could flick his tongue across her nipple, trying best he could not to impede the way she rocked over him.

There was something thrilling about it being something of a show and Devi's body curved into his touch. One hand held onto his shoulder as Devi arched forward, the other trailing well up his inner thigh.

Her breath came in soft pants as he licked her nipple, nails digging into his skin as he hits a spot perfectly and the rest of the world is shattered as her mind narrows down on the slick feel of him underneath her. Devi could already feel the storm pushing her up towards the cliff edge and her head lolled back.

He did rather love to watch; that was why he was so partial to having multiple partners at times. Though more than that, he loved being the centre of attention (which was merely another reason why multiple partners suited him nicely, particularly if they were all quite taken by him). But that was neither here nor there. He had more important things to do, like suck small marks against the underside of her breast.

His hips rocked upwards a bit harder, a bit faster, helped along the fact that he had slightly more leverage from that position. He recognised the way she'd reacted, and simply tried to emulate what he'd done before with each thrust, focusing as much on her pleasure as he did on his own.

The soft underside of her breast was far more sensitive then Devi thought it had any right to be, each kiss blooming in a fresh mixing wave of heat. Him rocking up harder made her gasp sharply, rhythm unstopping as her body manages a effortless fluidity to match the speed.

It wasn't but a handful of seconds later that Devi's movements got a little more desperate. "Fuck, Draco," she managed to breathe the small warning before coming undone around him with a cry, body slamming down to met him as she quivered with her orgasm.

Draco was making it his life's goal to map out every one of those sensitive spots on her. Sadly, he really wasn't going to manage getting much further than he had right that moment, because he was much too focused on the way she rode her orgasm out over him. She looked fantastic and felt even better, and his hands dropped to her hips to move her just so for a few more steady thrusts, until his body tensed hard beneath hers with the effort of his own climax hitting him like a tonne of bricks. It left him dazed and boneless, and he actually had to let go of her so he could flop back to the mats to catch his breath.

Devi slipped forward, a hand on either side of his chest as she held her weight above him. Purple hair brushed his chest as she grinned to herself, breath heavy as she tried to slow down her heart. After a few moments, she pressed a kiss then another before rolling off him, supporting her weight on an elbow. Cuddle rules post haze wasn't something she knew and better safe then sorry.

One hand lazily lifted up to find her hip, sliding up and around to splay on her back for a moment; it slipped away again as she rolled herself off of him, and Draco sighed quietly his satisfaction, leaning a little into each kiss. He wasn't clear on what the rules for cuddling here were either, but he wasn't sure this was the right place for it anyway. A shame, that.

He rolled over to face her again, lazily mirroring her position without properly propping himself up. Instead, he merely lounged, resting his head on his arm casually and reached over with his free hand, draping it over her waist. "So," he mused simply, still slightly breathless as he trailed off.

The drifting hand up up and over her hip to her back sent a shiver through her and it echoed through her nerves as they settled. Devi's elbow turned, arm tucking under her head with her other hand under her chin and she laid down with a little sigh of her own and a lazy crooked smile.

"So," she repeated. After a second, a short breathless laugh came from her and her head ducked down a little to hide the light color that brushed her cheeks. Another half second went by before she looked back up at him. "Alright, fine, this was a much better plan then more training."

"This is a much better plan than most things," Draco pointed out, the emphasis still a little lazy. All the same, he looked and sounded pleased, his eyes lingering on her, studying her as she moved and hid that blush. There were still traces colouring her cheeks, and he idly wondered how often that happened and if he could get it to happen again. "Gods, loads better."

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