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 temple that is dedicated to Berkano, which is the rune of love and new beginnings. Think Midsummer Night's Dream. 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. Your characters have ACTUALLY stumbled upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Kenaz, the rune of fire, passion, and sex. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Luckily, the room is prepared for that, and comes equipped with a bed. Whether or not you guys make it that far across the room is another question.

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. 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.

NOTE: Feel free to throw any mirrors into play if you're interested!

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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The instant he saw Bert, his mouth went dry. He felt every instinct in him wanting to practically jump the other man and get the rest of his clothes off. However, he manages to force a smile and keep himself back. It was not easy.

"Oh god..." Kurt mutters when Bert mentions the word harem. That was what this place looked like. He had to get away from Bert or he would start rubbing up against him. However, he couldn't get his body to obey him to put some distance between them. "I.. uh.. are you feeling weird?"

"Nope!" Bert answered honestly, with a somewhat cheeky grin. He was aware of the sensations beginning in him. He'd been through this before, the sudden onset of want and need. Lust Madness. It had been months upon months since he'd suffered a bout of it - or he'd heard any stirrings of it. But what has happened in the past can happen again.

He'd learned to roll with the oddities of this strange new world which was now his home. And he, at least, saw nothing wrong with a sudden surge of libido.

"Just randy as all hell all of a sudden! But that can happen. What, has it got you, too?"

Kurt stares at him. He was practically shaking with want. He was shocked when Bert even says he was feeling the urges but it wasn't bothering him.

He nods, starting to breath a bit heavier. "H- how aren't you..." He was was going to break. He could feel his willpower giving. He looks to the door and frowns seeing its closed. There was no way he could get out of here in time.

"I'm thirty years old and I've been trained since I was six to have an iron fist on my emotions." Which came in damned handy at times like these. He side eyed Kurt. He'd been through this before, and despite the burning surges that were attempting to seize control, he was able to think somewhat clearly.

"Alright, here's the facts, as I've been seized with this on...numerous occasions. It'll keep getting worse till yeh purge it, kennit? And not on your lonesome, as it happens, which was quite an interesting experience let me tell you! But that's how it is, so... you, uh, got someone to lend yeh a hand?"

Kurt shakes his head. "Blaine... left." Which he wouldn't have admitted normally as his 'person to lend him a hand' but in this case, he didn't have the best filter going on.

He groans as it almost hurt he was dying with desire. "Y- you'd better get out of here if y.." Almost like an out of body experience, he found himself crossing the distance between them. Without hesitating, he grabs Bert and kisses him hard.

"Aye, I heard." Kurt hardly needed to explain - Bert had spoken at length with Blaine before the other lad's arrival, his name had come up. "Damned sorry to hear, it, too, he was a fine lad. I liked him."

Then suddenly the younger man was flush against him, mouth to mouth, and Bert's control slipped a notch. He groaned against Kurt's mouth and managed to pull away after a moment, gasping. Oh man Jesus. Well, it was One of Those Things. He wasn't in his right mind, all bets were off.

"...how old did yeh say were again?"

Kurt's hands were immediately roaming Bert's bare chest, pressing up against him. The kiss did nothing to help the situation. It only made him want Bert even more. When Bert pulled back, Kurt made a disappointed sound.

"I.. I'm nineteen. And.. I'm sorry," Kurt mumbles the last part, before forcing his lips to Bert's again.

"Oh, well, alright then."

He had a young air about him, and Bert had learned in this place that the age of adulthood varied from world to world and culture to culture. But no matter how one sliced it, nineteen was a grown man. Bert's hands dropped to Kurt's hips, fingers hooking in the waistband of his trousers to pull the younger man tight against him. He wasn't the sort of fellow that normally turned Bert's eye - he liked large, bulky men with broad shoulders and square faces - but at the moment...

Well, at the moment Cuthbert could think of little else than rolling about with the lad. And it had been a while, since he'd been with another man. He did find himself eager for it beyond the effects of the temple. he returned the kiss eagerly, pulling his lips away only to mutter a quick and rather necessary question.

"Top or bottom?"

Kurt was hopelessly lost. The spell had taken a hold of his every inhibition and tossed them out the window. This wasn't him. He wasn't the kind to just want to sleep with someone on a lark. But he had to sleep with this man right now. For Kurt, Bert was pretty perfectly shaped.

"I uh.. like bottom," Kurt admits with some embarrassment. He didn't normally have to admit that sort of thing to people.

"Yeah? Alright." So did he, but he didn't mind switching it up now and then. It was good, to try different things. Kept a man from getting lethargic in his pleasures.

Casual sex had been Cuthbert's only sex, before Cordelia had come along and buried herself inside of his heart. The way he saw it, as long as both parties knew what they were getting into - nothing but a bit of fun - there was no reason not to. Sex was fun.

"In case yeh were having some horrible guilty thoughts about this, I've ridden more'n a few bulls in my time." He gave Kurt a wink, rocking his hips against the younger man's.

Kurt could maybe try top, but he wasn't very good at it. At least, he didn't think he was. The few times he'd tried, Blaine certainly hadn't complained but... Okay reality was, he just preferred to be dominated in bed.

He'd never done anything like this before. Blaine had been his one and only. He wouldn't think anything was more between them, but he might not be able to look Bert in the eye for a while after this.

He flushes and grins at Bert's words. Kurt moans slightly as their hips came into contact. He was already aching for the other man. All of this spurred on his spelled mind to push the shirt so loosely wrapped around the other man off his shoulders and somewhere behind them.

Bert shrugged as the shirt fell away, helping as he could without removing his hands from Kurt's trousers. It was always good, the start of a tryst. The building of heat and the leadening of limbs. There was a special sort of sweetness to it, and even though he was already hard and aching in his denims, this was still simply the start.

"Anything particular yeh fancy?" His hands slid along the fabric of Kurt's waistband, seeking whatever fastenings held the garment on. He was more than happy to oblige the lad - lust madness or no, he had a reputation as a particularly generous lover. He intended to maintain that.

If Kurt had been thinking about it, there was something to appreciate about this initial step in the love making process. He'd been known in high school to miss times of pure romance and nothing sexual was even involved. Although, he wasn't very typical in his aversion to sex early on. It made his limited experience with sex now understandable if people knew.

Kurt was wearing jeans and had worn a t-shirt with a long sleeve shirt underneath it (always with the layers). He gives Bert an apologetic look. "I've... not done all that much."

"That's alright. I hadn't either, when I was your age. Not with other men, anyhow." Bert slowed himself down then, letting his hands creep up along Kurt's abdomen, rather than simply tearing his trousers off. No, there hadn't been many men, not until after Gilead fell and it was...safer. Easier to sneak off to a brothel alone, no questions asks, and sate his curious need.

"We'll go easy."

Kurt tries not to protest at them slowing things down. The spell was giving him such a craving to get to the coupling part. But mentally, he was relieved Bert wasn't expecting him to know more than he did. Blaine and him had certainly been active sexually, but he didn't know how that translated into having sex with someone else.

"What do you like?" Kurt asks, wanting to be a pleasing lover as well.

"Oh, I'm easy to please!" Bert chuckled and pressed his mouth against Kurt's neck. "That's the thing about sex. It's all good. Anywhere yeh touch, anywhere yeh taste...it's going to feel good. Stir the blood and heat it." He moved his lips along the younger man's neck as he spoke, inching up his layered shirts and seeking bare skin.

"The skin's a wonderful canvas, all miles and miles of sensation and stimuli..."

Kurt's breath catches and he tilts his head to the side, giving Bert more access. He felt a shiver of excitement go through his body as he feels the touch on his abdomen. Being a dancer, his body is more fit than some might expect it to be. Under Bert's fingers are lean muscles.

He almost felt dizzy as Bert's monologue had such a sexy tone to it. Kurt wishes he could find his wits so he could sound intelligent to any of this. Instead, Bert just gets a 'yeah' in agreement.

Bert raised Kurt's shirt, appreciative of the lean form under his hands. Kurt was built much like he was, lanky and lean but corded. And he hardly expected a proper response, he was choosing his words carefully. He tended to be a vocal lover, using words and tone to arouse his partner as much as anything else.

"See, foolish lovers think it's all about what's in the trousers. But that's just a little part of it. There are so many delightful places to kiss and lick." His mouth found the hollow of Kurt's throat and fixed on it, pressing his tongue against that spot.

He was doing an excellent job at that. Kurt was coming completely unglued in his expert hands. He lifts his arms to help get his shirts out of the way.

Kurt moans under the attention of that mouth on his throat. He grips Bert's shoulders tightly to keep himself steady. It felt really good.

Bert tossed the shirts aside and let his hands wander over the younger man's bare torso.

"Here," he urged, feeling drugged with his desire. "Let's make use of all those plush cushions on the floor there. I wot that's why they're strewn about." He let his hand drop, reaching for one of Kurt's. He didn't mind playing the role of the teacher here. He'd been lucky to find a kind fellow, right off, who had given him more to learn in one night than all his other fumblings before had ever amounted up to.

He still thought of Gabe, sometimes. The least he could do was turn the favor 'round, do the same for another young lad who wasn't quite sure what he was doing.

That skin on skin was intoxicating. He let himself be lead to on of the mats. He kicks off his boots and sits down on the mat with Bert. The fabric was cool and silky under them. It was the perfect compliment to what they were about to do.

Blaine would probably have been disappointed that Kurt was being so hesitant with another lover- if he wasn't totally pissed off he was having another lover. Kurt should know what he was doing and really, he probably did more than he thought he did. He just lacked the sexual confidence to believe it. Although, Bert's experience was already proving he had a lot more to learn than he'd thought.

"This place has everything, doesn't it?" Bert grinned as he stretched out on his side next to Kurt, letting his hand trace lazy patterns over his abdomen. This room was built for sex, that was all there was too it. It was like one of those plants, that's trapped bugs in it. Once you'd crossed the threshold, it had you.

Not that he terribly minded. If he hadn't come along, he dreaded to think what Kurt would have been in store for. He could remember stumbling around, desperate and wanting...

That was how he'd accidentally despoiled poor Glinda.

"You're quite the handsome lad."

Kurt runs his hand along the cloth amazed by how seductive it was. He sees Bert lay down, so he copies him. He was far more interested in the other man than the mats anyway.

"It seems to be maybe a temple for sex." Kurt observes. "Maybe that's what the symbol is for?"

He was starting to have trouble with this slow pace. The urges to take or be taken was powerful. He runs a hand along Bert's thigh moving upwards. He leans in to kiss the older man.

"Sommat like that, mayhap." Bert returned the kiss, allowing his hand to move to the fastenings of Kurt's jeans. He spoke between kisses, never able to stay quiet, even at bedroom play.

"There's cultures that brought sex and worship together. Sowing and Spring Rites and Reaping, back in my world, they all used to be about sex." His deft fingers opened the button of Kurt's jeans. "Back in the old days, when it was all bonfires and oiled, naked bodies writhing under a swollen moon."

Now there was a mental image for him.

He thought he might go crazy with anticipation as his jeans were opened. The other man's touch was so close. He wasn't sure if he could breathe. He tried to focus a bit more on this picture Bert was painting with his eloquent words. He looks up into Bert's eyes with almost a fevered look.

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