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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She smiled cheekily. She loved how he sounded, biting her lip to stop herself as he grinded against her. Curse pants. If this were to continue, she'd find an interest in dresses. As it sat, he was her only interest.

A soft note broke from her as he kissed her again and she drug a hand back up his chest, lingering for a breath at his neck before burying her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. She sank into the kiss, into the taste of him.

She broke the kiss enough to mutter, "God help me, I want you."

"Devi." He spoke low as her words feel to his ears. He felt his senses burn, his desire growing. "These must go." He added low, his voice laced with one of the deadly sins, lust. His mind was infected and his body following suit. The jeans were constricting and he wanted free of them. He pushed himself up and started to undo her jeans. Ladies first afterall.

Devi watched him for a half second, relishing the scrape of fabric as he unbuttoned her pants. One the zipper was pulled down, she brushed his hands away and hooked her thumbs into the hips of the loose denim. Lifting her hips up, she shucked her pants easily and scooted to the edge of the bed.

Devi grabbed his belt buckle and tugged him the half step closer so she could start undressing him. Turn about is fair play after all.

Dorian's eyes watched as she discarded her pants. It was always a bit of a turn on for him when a woman took charge the way she tugged him forward, it pushed his body a little further. He was already straining against the deniem. He wished he had wore his slacks or something else but he didn't need to worry, he knew the beautiful fighter would set him free. While she worked on that he reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head tossing it off into the dark depths of the room. His eyes returning to her to watch her work his pants. He liked reactions, he wanted to see hers knowing how few lovers she had had.

Devi made the mistake of looking up, a flush of color touching her cheeks at such a severe angled view of him with that look in his eye. Her heart beat a little faster as she looked back down at his waist, belt hanging open already, silver button popped. She drug the palm of her hand firmly down his length, the zipper caught between her fingers. She pulls open one side and on a wicked whim, leans in to lick the hollow of his hip, biting the outside edge as she works his pants off. Devi drags her nails up his thighs, fingers dipping below the hem line to almost meet her mouth at his waist.

Her fingers snag the inside of the fabric and she stretches the elastic waistband out, over his manhood, to follow the course of his pants.

The green eyes were locked on her, he couldn't help a little smile playing his features when he saw that blush. How had he not realized his just lovely she was before this night? Well, he had but not in this light.

A hiss escaped him at the feel of her palm moving down, and as the zipper came down the feel of her tounge on his skin, he had to reach out and place his hands on her shoulders to keep himself righted, because when she bit the outside of his hip he thought he might just loose it there. "Oh fuck, Devi." It came out low, his hands grasping her shoulder. He didn't know what was better, being free of the restraining pants or the way she did it.

She chuckled, lips curving into an arrogant smirk as she looks back up at him. "We've only just started and you're already calling my name. You'll give me an ego." Devi leaned back in, teeth nipping slowly along his waist line towards his center as slender fingers wrap around him with a firm grip. She strokes him once, pulling from base to tip and back again, tongue flicking out to taste him again.

Her other hand curls around the back of his leg to give him a little more support as she taunts his cool skin with her warm mouth. "I love how you sound," she murmurs, teeth nipping out again gently.

"What can I say, you've got skill." He spoke low his eyes watching her movements. "And an ego would look devastatingly good on you." He admitted. He took a breath then as the fingers wrapped around him. A low rumble came from his chest. Just the feel of the warm skin touching his hardened flesh was more then welcomed but the grip and movement got a gasp from him.

"Such sounds..." He started before closing his eyes at the feel of that wonderful mouth on his skin again. "...are only for you."

Devi grinned. "Must be my innate talents." As far as she knew, she had an ego. No one had figured out the best way of stoking it, but it was there and it flared its head in interesting ways. Devi might be relatively new to doing some acts herself, but her confidence was flawless. With the decision made, Devi goes with her choices.

Devi's kisses break away so that she can drag her tongue up the bottom length of him, in one measured pulled. Green eyes stayed trained on his face; it was her turn to watch for reaction as she neatly envelopes the head of his cock with her mouth. She hesitates just a moment before sinking him deep into her mouth in one swift movement.

Dorian would have to learn on stroking that ego as well as she stroked his. His eyes were still closed when her kisses broke, he had just started to open them to see what she was doing when she made him tighten his grip on her shoulder and bit his lip a moment.

A muffled groan escaped him when his cock found itself buried in the hot velvet depths of her mouth. Sex had been a long time yes, but he couldn't even remember the last time someone had done this... could he? Maybe it was a whore he couldn't recall and didn't dare try with her beautiful mouth wrapped around him.

"Sweet merciful death..." He stole THAT from Anne Rice. "You are trying to kill me." he whispered the need in his tone and the way his hands grasped her shoulders for support.

This is not the most effective way of killing someone, Devi thought to herself as she wraps her fingers in a ring around his girth and pushes back, pulling the skin of his cock taunt and simultaneously detouring his pubic hair. Devi pulled her head back, flicking his tip with her tongue before looking up at him from under her lashes. "Not quite," she murmured before taking a breath and consuming him again. Devi began to bob her head, drawing him almost out before burying him back into moist depths. She set a steady rhythm and started apply suction on the back draw. She was winging it, but her own body was humming under his grip.

For Dorian it was something that didn't happen often. And his body was more then eager to show her how excited it was. Between an involuntary little thrust of his hips and the tightening of his hands.The sight of her looking up at him through those lashes had been incredibly hot, but so was watching her take him in between her lips once more.

He never thought he was one for visual stimulation but between the fantastic feel of her oh so hot mouth around his sensitive flesh, and the sight of it happening he was quite certain she could tell him to murder everyone in that moment and he would to keep her going.

To be crass and take care, it will be kind of crass; Sucking dick was a lot like eating a lollipop. It was a lot of timed breathing and focus. Devi paid attention to his reactions, the change in the pressure of his grip or the weight she can feel him trying to balance under her assault against the flat of her palm. The palm that held just under the curve of his very nice ass, holding him in place.

Despite the fact that it was her mouth around him, she feels like, for the moment, she's got a control over him. A control that she skillfully uses one him for the next few minutes.

When she decides that she's done enough, she playfully pops her mouth off him and grins, leaning back on her hands on the bed. He wanted to see ego? It was there, momentarily rolling off her in waves. Nothing is said, but she waggles her eyebrows at him once.

And Dorian was certainly enjoying the lollipop treatment she was giving him while it lasted. She had him under her complete control in that moment. Anything she wanted would have been given to her. Even the feel of her hand below his ass made him want her more.

When the pop was made and she leaned back all on display Dorian's eyes opened. the lust and desire burning in them, he couldn't help a pathetic whine that escaped him when the heat left his most sensitive parts. His first thought, take her right there, be buried deep in that hot heat and have it all.

However, Dorian was about fair play when he could be. And to date he had never met a woman who didn't enjoy the same treatment he had just been gifted. The tall man watched her a moment taking in the view of her all laid out like she was the goddess of the night herself. And goddess' need worshiped. He sank down to his knees running his cool hands up her thighs. "I will make you mine before this night is over." He spoke low, moving to kiss up along her inner thighs cool lips on warm skin, moving slowly up.

Devi watched him with sultry eyes, his whimper sending a thrill through her. When he knelt, Devi's breath subtly got heavier and her thighs trembled a little under his hands and kisses. Dorian's words made her heart race, made her to aware of her nakedness, with exception, her shirt and made her aware of the moisture between her thigs. Devi didn't care what he did so long as they didn't stop touching each other for too long. Devi arches her chest, pinching her shoulders together as a bent hand caught and drug the scrap of fabric from her back and casually tossing it away.

Green eyes clouded with a nervous passion. While he may not have ever met a woman who didn't enjoy the treatment, Devi had never experienced it. Her legs spread naturally under his mouth and it made her feel vulnerable, elbows going weak. "Oh, you'd better," she said with a shaky, lust ridden voice.

Dorian's eyes kept randomly looking up at her the moment she spoke her words. A grin played his features a moment. The way her heart raced and the scent of her arousal turning him on as much as her lips had been doing moments before. He wanted all of her. And the nervousness made it all the much more intoxicating.

He moved his way up until her shirt was tossed then a hand left her thighs and pushed her back on her back while he used his shoulder to slip a leg over said shoulder, so he had more room to work. His face right there between her thighs he didn't linger more then a moment before he moved a hand back down to part her intimate hideout and with fangs now freed he slipped his tongue out to taste her, to tease her. To wash away the fear with passion.

The air softly rushed out of her lungs as she was pushed back, a flash of a grin at his use of control faded to a half lidded gaze of curiosity as he moved her. Devi's breath hitched as he spread her, bottom lip drawing sharply under her teeth and when she felt his tongue, an involuntary note of pleasure came from her like a wordless exclamation.

She let her head fall back onto the bed, eyes slipping closed as she seeps in how he makes her feel. He would no doubt feel her drumming pulse, the beating of which crowded her ears; she could feel it through every muscle of her body. Everything buzzed around her center and the man that was currently there. Devi wanted him, but she also wanted to benefit from his long years of experience. Even if it wasn't a lot, it was more then she'd seen by far.

Edited 2013-10-02 16:07 (UTC)

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