Shipping Meme

[somepartsbroken]

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.]

Comments

[capt_forehead]

Angel scoffs at her dismissively. "Obsession. Please, you flatter yourself. My obsessions are shorter, quieter, and less of a pain in my ass. And that tequila line is crap." He turned his back on her, pulling his own pants on one leg at a time.

"And you can't take advantage of the willing. This is obviously your fault. I went a hundred and fifty years without a wench in my bed, you're not good enough to make me break a streak without a little work." Because they don't talk about Buffy. She was different. But morning headache Angel didn't have any patience to be Mr. Nice guy.

[nott_caine]

"Oh whatever!" She said, throwing a pillow at him. "You likely had to beg me to fuck you. And I'll have you know, not that you ever would Mr. Stick up the ass, that tequila can suck out your brain! But you wouldn't know as you never let loose. No wonder you can't imagine how great I was. I likely was the best you've had in awhile. See what happens when you are all repressed and frigid?"

[capt_forehead]

The pillow hit Angel in the center of his back and he turned enough to look darkly over his shoulder. He turned to face her and strode forward with the grace of a feline. Angel stepped into her reach, one arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her against him harshly, the other hand slipping up to fist in her hair as he jacks her head back a little. His mouth goes to her ear as he growls out his words. "I don't beg for a good fuck, I get begged. I drink, I fight and I fuck very well." He licked the side of her neck with just the tip of his tongue. "I've been doing it for a very long time."

He let her go just as harshly, heading broodily back to the clothes pile in hopes of running across his shirt.

[nott_caine]

Giving a growl, she charged forward, knocking him against the wall. Her hands pinned his above his head, her body pressed fully against him. "Can't see why." Nott said with a vicious hiss. "Far as I have seen, you need something to loosen you up. This Mary Sunshine act gets so tiring." Leaning forward, she bit him on the shoulder, not piercing the skin, but giving the sweet sensations all vamps loved. "Maybe you've been lacking practice from a real partner."

[capt_forehead]

His mouth cocked in a grin when she came charging forward and he let her pin him. Angel liked her fire and he liked stoking it. His lips curled in pleasure when she bit him, cock already on the rise. "Course you wouldn't, you drank too much and missed the show, right?"

"And where do ya suggest that I find one, then?" Yes he was letting a little of the old brogue through, just to be an asshole.

[nott_caine]

There was little point in resisting his pull any further. Cheeky bastard that he was, he knew exactly how to intrigue and arouse her. Even through the simple Irish brogue. She was a sucker for the Irish.

"If you're so good," she said, her tongue slowly tracing his ear, "then you must be used to encores."

[capt_forehead]

To be fair, Angel had been talking women into his bed for his entire life after puberty and she had tangled herself with Doyle fairly quickly. He understood the drawing power of letting his old accent slip through. The 1900's were over and being Irish wasn't a sin anymore.

His grin stayed wicked as he leaned his head back towards her mouth slightly, but encouragingly. Angel bucked back against her, slipping to the left and behind to switch their positions, pressing himself against her and them both against the wall. Angel brought her hands up, mimicking the hold she had him in, but he could hold with one large hand. It left his other hand to curve over the back of her hip and down her stomach, fingers drifting just above her pant line.

"If I'm so horrible, are you sure you want to feel me in action again?" He whispered the word along the back of her neck.

[nott_caine]

"I have a fondness for wicked things," she said with a sly grin, rolling her hips forward to encourage his touch. There was something about him. Even their first interaction, no matter the violence, she knew that they would make the ground shake in one way or another. This was the more preferable route. Seemed almost a shame that she had gotten dressed so quickly.

She glanced down at his hands, straining her arms against his grip, eager to shove him back against the bed or ground. Though the wall at least provided some leverage.

[capt_forehead]

She pushed against him and he pushed right back, eager to pin her down and to make her squirm. Maybe it was payback for saying that he had to beg, maybe it was just to let her know that he wasn't all Mary Sunshine. His hand dove sharply underneath the waist of her pants and slipped into her crease, rubbing firmly at her.

"I can be very very wicked," he purrs.

[nott_caine]

She gave a growl, finally managing to free one of her arms. Turnabout was fair play and Nott's hand dove under the waist of his jeans, grabbing hold of his straining cock, giving it a tug. Her hips rocked forward to meet his fingers, grinning wickedly at this play. They didn't like each other that much, but there was undeniable fire between them.

"Oh really?" She quirked her eyebrow. "Let's see how wicked you can be."

That's random icon BTW if you know of the old Angel Fanfic sight.

[capt_forehead]

Angel was very grateful that he hadn't gotten around to his belt yet, chuckling darkly in her ear as he pushes into her hand. He dips a teasing finger into her, flat teeth biting at the back of her neck.

"Doyle's lucky to have a woman like you in his bed. Hot." He clicked his teeth sharply in her ear, a full finger slipping inside her as he moves in her hand again.

Good to know, please excuse my limited icons

[nott_caine]

Nott growled at Doyle's name. This was easier when she didn't think about her betrayal. "You are about to find out just what that is like. I doubt you'll forget this time." She increased the pace of her hand, giving a moan as he pushed inside of her. Her teeth pulled forward, dragging along his neck, making a small and light scratch. A promise of what was to come.

I love your icons.

[capt_forehead]

Exactly. Angel wanted to make it harder, to let her shame at it flourish under the lust, to make it more vivid. He purred, finger pushing in and out as she gripped him. He loved this.

After a second, he lets go of her wrist, palm drifting down her arm and across her breast. He grabs a nipple between his fingers and rolled it, pinching and aiming for that slight flare of pleasureus pain.

I love yours

[nott_caine]

Nott gave another groan, pulling him down to the ground as her teeth bit into his shoulder, marking him completely. Her legs wrapped around his waist, utter and complete lust driving her actions until she could not breathe without the pang of want. She licked at the wound, sucking at his blood with whimpers of need. "Fuck yes," she whispered.

[capt_forehead]

Angel growled when she bit him, catching and carrying their weight to the ground. His face changed, contorted as the pleasure from her bite ran through him. It's times like this where Angel realizes how much he missed pairing with a vampire.

He slid his hand around the back of her neck and sunk his fangs in, his large palm running over the small of her back and pushing her against him.

[nott_caine]

She gave a howl at his bite, bucking under him as her hips rubbed against his groin in want. His teeth against her skin was searing, as delicious as any vampire from her world, leaving her heady and aroused. She licked at his blood, letting mouthfuls fall freely between them.