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Thread: A Dedicated Student's Reward (Amaril and Lord_Red)

Yeeeessss, Aly moans as Tanis licks the tip of her rod. Please don't... uh ...don't stop that, mistress... A more self-aware part of her realizes it's probably rude to be ignoring her mentor's pleasure releasing Tanis' breasts, she leans back and reaches around to find her clit instead, hoping her teacher will pick up where she left off on her tits as Aly does her best to pleasure her with her fingers.
Thread: Curiosity [ Bear & RoughTenty ]

Between school, homework, and a part-time job, she wasn't sure how she would maintain any resemblance of a normal young adult life. Though she had been employed since she had turned fifteen, Briane had been a hard worker. She excelled in everything that she did, from her school, where she was among the top students, to her work, where she ranked employee of the month quite often. But the stress of it all had impacted her social life to dwindle it down to... Well, to little to nothing. Her home life wasn't what one would think. She had family, sure, but her parents may as well be absentee for all that they were there. Her work friends were just that - friends at work. People at school didn't like her much. It was a lonely life, but it would all be worth it in the end when she was able to make a life for herself. The moment she got home, she started her relaxation process, starting with pulling her waist-length blond hair out of the messy bun it had been in all day. She hurried for her room, not bothering to close the door because the house would be empty for quite some time now. Over the years, there had become only one way that she could get some form of relaxation. And that was through self-pleasure, something that she found herself to be needed multiple times a day, at best. She stripped her clothing off and tossed it into a crumpled heap at the foot of her bed, tossing herself onto the mattress. Briane spread herself out and sighed into her sheets, stretching to the full length of her body. She rolled slowly over onto her back, closing her eyes as she let her hands roam across her skin, enjoying the soft feel of her palms and the pads of her fingers. Her hands roamed over her breasts, ample and firm, then down over the curve of her ribs, down her soft stomach to her hips. She bit her lip slowly as she slid one hand between her legs, the other returning to her breast. Her fingers slid between her soft slit, rubbing against her clit in slow circles. Bri spread her legs, rolling a nipple between her fingers as she moved her fingers down from her clit, entering herself with a soft sound. Ah, sweet relief.
Thread: Erotic One Shots (pf or dnd 5e) on Roll20

I see you chose pathfinder - if you decide to run a DD 5E one at any point, let me know.
Thread: Erotic One Shots (pf or dnd 5e) on Roll20

Oh, no, the campaign is pathfinder but the one shots can be anything. I'm currently doing a smutty one shot with Rauk, so maybe you can go after him?
Thread: Erotic One Shots (pf or dnd 5e) on Roll20

ahh, awesome..and sure, when there is time.
Thread: Erotic One Shots (pf or dnd 5e) on Roll20

Chuckles May I have a spot in line?
Thread: Erotic One Shots (pf or dnd 5e) on Roll20

You play non DD systems? I'll giver it a go but RAGE against DD.
Thread: Erotic One Shots (pf or dnd 5e) on Roll20

I would love to play, campaign or One-Shot.
Thread: Looking for Rp

Bumping
Thread: Looking for Rp

I am updating this to say I am also looking for something superhero related, most looking for Batgirl Barbara Gorden Nightwing Dick Grayson, or something else with Batgirl, or Supergirl, or Wonder Girl, just a few examples. Am open to ideas and other cannon as well as custom made characters and scenarios as well!
Thread: Looking for Rp

I am really hoping to get someone interested in a really naughty High School of the Dead scenario too! Let me know
Thread: Looking for Rp

Also interested in something set in or around the Young Justice show from CN.
Thread: Looking for Rp

bumping.
Thread: Looking for Rp

IxStarfallxl said bumping. Click to expand... I am new here, first time posting so bare with me if i did not get the rules right. Yes, I love start something with you. I play basic male character and not too choosy as long as it goes with human. Not too keen on furry etc. Please drop some suggestion and send me an invitation. I don't want to start a new thread at the wrong column and gets notify by the mod. Tiger
Thread: Looking for Rp

Ugh, sorry have been on a small hiatus for real life issues. But am all good now, and looking for RP so if anyone is interested please send me a PM
Thread: Looking for Rp

Hi! I'd be into something sci-fi with gang bangs. Or fantasy!
Thread: Looking for Rp

IxStarfallxl said I am looking for someone interested in playing some hot kinky gangbang scenes, one on one scenes, romance scenes, academy based either sci fi or fantasy and or magic walking dead or fallout post apocalyptic scenes, or anything in between. I like Sci Fi, Fantasy, modern, and also do fandoms. I also play with guys and girls. PM me if interested. Click to expand... Hi. Uh.. were you hoping to play a dom or a sub?
Thread: Looking for Rp

Still interested in something Wonder Girl-ish? If so, PM me.
Thread: Looking for Rp

This had to be the best boiled down but to the point request thread I've seen. It doesn't have everything that most request threads do. But, it's too the point. I come out of reading it knowing you want a roleplay and the sorts of things one would be looking forward too in relation to that roleplay. It certainly piqued my interest. Third bump of the day? 3 doing well for yourself
Thread: Looking for Rp

Hey I sent a message about the role play we were supposed to start but I think you are ignoring me.
Thread: Skype 1x1 (Mxf some f//)

Hi I love nonconsensual And I am a sub. I would love to do a fantasy role play with you . My Skype user is Flarevyron.
Thread: Skype 1x1 (Mxf some f//)

Saas I will add you on Skype to rp Medieval. owning skype owning.master1
Thread: Skype 1x1 (Mxf some f//)

Looking for some more quality rp please!
Thread: Skype 1x1 (Mxf some f//)

Still looking.
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE fandoms and celebs and oh my fu x f not sure if i'm super chill with the formatting of the request thread just yet, but whatevs gonna bump a little bit anyway
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE fandoms and celebs and oh my fu x f i'm back, bitches! well, sorta. i'm trying to be back, anyway. trying enough to maybe bump this and see what comes up.
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE fandoms and celebs and oh my fu x f girlywood said i'm back, bitches! well, sorta. i'm trying to be back, anyway. trying enough to maybe bump this and see what comes up. Click to expand... Maybe we could play? shemaleXshemale maybe
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE fandoms and celebs and oh my fu x f it's that time again, to play badass bitches with bigass dicks. hit me up!
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE fandoms and celebs and oh my fu x f why should boys have all the fun, with their gaudy penises and bright colored plumes?
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE fandoms and celebs and oh my fu x f and a pinch to grow an inch
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE futa fandoms and stars getting studded! fu x f more bounce per ounce
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE the only thread where tahani from the good place has a big dick and other fandoms prove me wrong, children! prove me wrong!
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE take fandom girl, add big dick, insert into other fandom girl the perfect recipe! it's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE take fandom girl, add big dick, insert into other fandom girl the perfect recipe! now with bigger, girlier dicks than ever before
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

RE take fandom girl, add big dick, insert into other fandom girl the perfect recipe! heyyy, i've got a couple of irons in the fire right now that haven't blazed up quite yet, so i'm still willing to entertain another fun folk or two
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

because bumps in skirts are the best bumps
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

holy heckintosh this new forum layout did a number on myyy layout
Thread: your fave is problematic.  and she has a huge dick.

holy toledo is this thing on
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Nobody understood him and that was the true nature of the Man of Steel, the one that separated him from all others beings on the face of the planet known as Earth. It was heart wrenching to be so separated from the people that you grew to care for, so different to be defined as something greater than a man. Human beings realized early their mortality and that enabled them to come to understand their lives in a way that he never could. It gave it flavor, it gave it meaning, and it provided for it a measure of pricelessness. Pristine and beautiful. Yet he was barely in his middle age but already wondered if he was truly immortal. He had faced so much in his short life and had come through it untouched, as he was untouched by all things, yet that was only physical. Emotionally he was decimated at the leaving of friends, at the betrayal of the world, at how everything he had invested and given had turned to ash before his very eyes. It held an irony for him that he had come to this world and had sought to bring it hope, and instead brought nothing but despair. He was Heman Guerra, Lor-Zod. Superman. The title was not lost upon him. Some viewed him as a man beholden to the laws of the land, some as a god, and increasingly by the nations of the world as a monster. It had instilled him a bitterness that had not been there before. Before he had been hard that was to be sure, before he had been brutal in his application of justice. He understood that, understood that he was short-tempered and withdrawn from the humanity of the world. It had been with his friends, with the Justice League, that he felt he had done some good. Yet now the League was gone, the moment over, and he felt a cold lingering bitterness towards the world around him. It ached deep inside of him, wearing him thin, leaving him with sleepless nights wondering when he would finally give up doing any of it. Terribly he could confide in none of them. None of the humans of the world could accept what he was, nor could they accept his pain as their own. He would never divulge it, never offer it up as part of his sacrifice. He had sacrificed far too much. This pain was his own. He would never give it up. So now he flew, he moved through the world, a timeless entity at the beginning of his eternal life trying to sort through the problems that being above mankind created. Surely there were those who envied him, surely they did not understand how easily he would give it up. As he moved, he saw...he noted the three men in the alley. He watched with detachment as they kicked the man to the ground, stomping on him, and then they turned on the woman...and began to do worse. Cold fury took over him, cold and unrelenting, and he moved. He punished. Unknowing that the brutality of his own assault might very well be caught on camera.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Thinking about what you should do was normally code for most people. It meant that they knew they were expected to do something but that deep down they did not want to do it. Because doing it was wrong. What had Superman done in those few moments? Had he been wrong in his application of force? Would the men who were about to rape that young woman in the alleyway have held back? What about the young man who had been on the ground near death, having tried to protect his girlfriend? Had he been given some measure of mercy? No, none of that was true. Those men would have violated, would have been far crueler than the Man of Steel had been to even them, and then they very well might have killed the two victims. No eyewitnesses. Superman had spared them that, and that was the quandary faced by Jessie. What had he really done other than saved lives? Evil did not hold back. Why should he? Once the anger was over however he had remembered that he'd noticed motion out of the corner of his eye. Once he had calmed down and looked down at the blood spattered everywhere, the fear in the woman's eyes, the heaving sobs of the men in that alley...he realized that something was out of place. No other man could have noticed it, no other man would have seen, yet he did. Something had changed and once it was all over he realized that someone else had been there. Quicker than the eye could see he picked up the stray item, the one thing that did not fit, a woman's clutch. He moved upwards and into the sky, slowly opening it and realizing that the world was perhaps about to be given the smoking gun. Olson had seen him, Olson who worked for the Planet and very well might have turned over the information to Lois Lane. There was a line between vigilante and wanted criminal. He had crossed that line in the alleyway and he knew it. At least one of those men might not live. Perhaps...perhaps he could persuade her not to turn over the evidence? It was a stray thought, but it was the only one that he could imagine would change the current course of events. His features hardened, that jaw tightening as he realized that the very planet might become his enemy. He was a man willing to fight, but would he be willing to fight the very people he had been protecting? His hand slowly crushed the clutch in his hand. Snapping the ID's and credit cards, obliterating it with the pulverizing brute strength of a Kryptonian. He had her address. It was time to talk. Some people entered through the door when they visited someone. Only one man came in through the window . He was there with her, standing there as she looked up from her drink. He said nothing, he merely waited. Watching her. She would know exactly why he had come.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

The tea boiled and Jessie reached for the almond milk she'd already gotten out for the latte. As she poured it into the hot drink she watched the little white lines forming on the surface of the tea and smelled the sweet aroma. Closing her eyes a moment, her back to the window, she took in a deep breath and thought. She had that picture, she had exactly what she needed...so why was she being hesitant? The people of Metropolis needed this...or so said Editor Lane. They needed their villain so that they could offer him up like some pagan sacrifice and attain a measure of peace. But what if the villain was the hero? It wasn't as though she'd caught him roughing up some little old lady or tormenting kittens in a tree somewhere. He'd been saving a woman from horrific rape, and punishing the real criminals of this city. If Superman hadn't been there...the thought made Jessie's blood run cold and she reached for the cup, pressing it between her little, fair skinned palms to try and warm herself up. Then she realized it wasn't just her blood running cold from the dreadful imaginings of what could have happened. Since when had it gotten so cold in this place? Was the window open? Jessie blew on the surface of the liquid as she slowly turned around. And there he was. Jessie stood incredibly still for a moment as though she was a mouse trying to avoid being spotted by a snake. Thank God her first instinct wasn't to jump - otherwise her latte would have been all over her hands and that would have been incredibly painful. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, she turned and set her mug down right next to her phone on the kitchen counter. She tried to find the right words - 'what are you doing here?' 'Who the Hell do you think you are?' 'You know I could call the cops...' But all those led to less than ideal scenarios and those she certainly wanted to avoid. So, she very calmly took in a trembling breath and summoned her courage. She wasn't a mouse, god dammit. You know, if you'd told me you were coming I might have set out two mugs instead of one, she offered, her voice was small but it was steady. Assuming you like chai. I'm out of everything else.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

There was no humor in the features that stared at her. Perhaps he was not human at all in some ways. Being raised among them did not mean he was like them, not in any sense, and that was something so few ever tried to understand. The neurophysiology, the biochemical, the pheromones. Everything about Superman was different than that of the homosapien species that he happened to share the planet with. He had refrained all attempts at studying him, denied all attempts at coming to understand him. What did the Man of Steel need with a Doctor? He had no wish to pursue his past anymore than he had a wish to be beholden to the laws of this land. He was what he was, an unstoppable force...that had yet to meet an immovable object. He watched her try to set aside her nervousness with those cool eyes, not sharing in the slightest in the worry on her face. Though he was worried. He looked around, his vision swift as he scanned for anything out of the ordinary. There was nothing he could not see through, including the woman's clothing, and though she was breathtaking it was not something that would overly burden him with the lewdness of it. He had seen quite a few women in his long time, either through happenstance or in frankly their offering of themselves to him. He had turned them all down, for a variety of reasons. Now he gazed upon her after that sweep of his eyes and his jaw tightened for a moment before he spoke. The voice was rough, unrelenting, the kind of voice criminals heard. There was no option given by this man, he made no hint at an or else. He said his words matter of factly. Did you record what happened in that alleyway, Ms. Olson? She could claim inside not to be a mouse, not to be a prey, but there was no greater predator than Lor-Zod on the planet, no greater threat that could have been standing in the room with her. He did not make any threat however, his hands rested on his hips, his body held straight and tall. The features never changed, stark and demanding of her. He expected an answer to the question and he expected the truth.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Jessie let out a long breath she wasn't even aware she was holding in. The edge of his tone reminded her of the glaciers she had seen on her recent trip to Alaska. Cold. Strong. Relentless. Capable of obliterating anything unlucky enough to be in its path. She was certain there was nothing she could say to bring them on the same level, no humor, no logic, nothing could make him understand her nor she understand him. But then again, if the frantic people of Metropolis were to be believed that was a very good thing. In fact, according to them she should not have been trying to be a little light toned - she should be cowering and nearly incapacitated in the weight of that gaze of Steel. And Jessie had seen how frightening Superman could be even before tonight. She had been there on the ground level a year ago where she had seen the horrifying lengths he was capable of when destroying those machines. In that moment she had been afraid - as afraid as she had been standing in that alley moments before he arrived that night. There was the conflict - to fight or to run away, and the utter grip of terror so strong that you couldn't move. Jessie remembered wanting to run to the aid of the woman, to dial 911, and hardly being able to make her chest move enough to breathe let alone any of those things. If Superman hadn't come, the couple - and perhaps Jessie too - would have been in mortal danger. She had been paralyzed in that moment and now... Now something in her mind told her that if she wanted to run, to move, at that moment she could have. She felt surprisingly calm, collected, and in control of her capacities. Whatever she was feeling right now - the anxiety, the nerves, and the anticipation - there was none of that icy terror. And she had her answer. Slowly she turned away from him so she could take a hold of the phone resting on the counter. As her fingers began working the screen, she turned to look at him through her red curls and caught his gaze once more. Not a recording, per se, she replied, but a photo? Yes. And without more ceremony she turned and showed him the screen with the photo she caught. And it certainly was as bad as it could be. She knew he knew that. But before he could advance on her or even move, her finger reached to the bottom of the screen and hit the trash icon. The photo disappeared and the screen went black once again.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

He stared at her with those inhuman eyes, taking the time to watch her moving her fingers. He did not stop her and that was perhaps the most telling point of why she felt so safe. With his superhuman speed, with his unearthly strength, he could have moved across the room and flicked the phone out of her hands with the barest minimum of efforts. It would have sailed through the air, shattering through the wall like a bullet fired from a gun...yet he did none of that. Not a single thing to harm her, to put her in harms way. He might be intimidating but that intimidation was used on the perpetrators of crimes. Not the innocent. Instead he just watched her as she stood there, his sharp features austere as he tilted his head towards the screen. Whatever he had expected to see it had not been that at all. No, he had not expected her to delete the picture. It would have represented everything to the young woman. It would have represented being promoted, not just promoted but recognized worldwide as the photographer who brought down Superman. It might have meant awards, it might have meant money, it very well could have written her professional ticket. Yet she had deleted it, truly deleted it, and his eyes narrowed for just a second. He could ensure deletion, he thought, he could spear that phone with his vision and remove any danger of someone recovering the information...yet he stopped himself, his hands tightening on his hips as he tried to find the words to convey how he felt. For a second he seemed unable and then he asked the inevitable and only question. Why? It held all the weight of a cannon blast. Why? Perhaps it held more weight for this man than for any other. Much of his life had been situated around why. Why had he fallen from the skies? Why had his father, a General amongst his people, sent him away? Why had he been found and raised by illegal immigrants who struggled so hard in a world that seemed unwilling to accept them? Why had Bruce and Bekka left? Why was he so terribly alone? There was a reason he had created that far off place that some called the Fortress of Solitude. It was because he was always asking why, and those alien eyes looked down into hers as if hoping she might have the answer he sought.