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Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Let go of me, she said, trying to sound firm and confident but the barely audible tremor under her words made them both realize Evie was anything but. A jerk failed to dislodge her arm or even move Mr. Chase's arm. It was as if he was a statue, carved in terrible dark marble around her, trapping Evie in an eternal grip. Again she jerked, this time remembering tips from a women's self defense class, pushing out against his thumb, trying to roll it backwards with her motion and either painfully twist it or even break it to make Mr. Chase's grip falter. The only thing that happened was Evie shook herself harder than before and the small diamond on the almost ephemeral chain around her neck flashed in fleeting brilliance as its facets caught and reflected the light from the end of the alley. Already she could feel the bruise that was going to be on her skin come morning, put there more by Evei's own futile attempts to get free than from any cruelty in Mr. Chase's grip. Evie's chin trembled as she stared up at him, held as much by his casual strength as his will. Is this what you want? Here, in this shit smelling alley? You want to force me up against the bricks and grind my cheek bloody against them as you fuck me from behind? Evie managed a sneer. I thought you were different. I thought you had control and a plan. A mind that was worth it behind those eyes. You're just like all the rest of them, aren't you? So soft and simple in your desires that once sated leave you feeling tired and guilty. You can't control me even if you can hold me. Let's get it over with, she said, forcing herself to stay brave, to keep her eyes on Mr. Chase's. Come on. I'm already wet because of you. Don't you want to fuck me? Slide your cock inside my wet, slutty cunt and cum? Come on then, get it over with so I can go find someone really worthy of my time. Evie dropped her purse and her phone tumbled out of it to lie face up in a puddle of juice from a leaking dumpster. She reached swiftly for Mr. Chase's pants, palm caressing where she thought his cock would be and fingers trying to find the zipper. Come on, she challenged again. Pull it out and I'll jerk you off until you blow your load onto the concrete where it belongs with the rest of the trash. Not even Evie herself knew if she was trying to provoke her client into doing just that, into losing control, or if she really wanted him to show her how truly dark his mind was, how sick and strong his desires would be if he'd only give up the veneer of the respectable man and let loose the animal inside.
Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Get ahold of yourself. His voice was brutal, a dash of cold water in the heated moment between the two of them. There was a look of distaste on the man's features as she acted like a rutting little animal and he couldn't help but feel a measure of displeasure. He knew what she was attempting to do, he could feel it like he could feel so many other things, and while the offers and the ideas were tantalizing...the approach was not. She was hoping to push him, to find him, to sound him out...like a foray in a military conflict. Of course he was a man and the lewd words and motions of her body, her hands willingness to grope at the front of his pants and to attempt to wrap her fingers around that thick cock was more than enough to harden him fully. Yet once more, this was not who he was and she would have to come to terms with that after she was done with her little powerplay. He on the other hand was more than capable of maintaining that iron clad control, even in the face of this debauchery, though there was the briefest flash of anger at her hint that he was like other men...he would never be content to be lumped in with the beta males of the 21st century. However, there were other things to worry about. After the problems in the restaurant he knew that far too much attention was being paid to them. There was little doubt as to the feeling of power she gave him in her actions, but he would have it on his terms and not hers, and so the hand upon her arm tightened just the tiniest of bits before he pushed her away and towards the ground where her purse and phone lay. It was a casual shove, done with the ease of manhandling an unruly pet, and perhaps he felt of her in that fashion...he after all had paid for her, did he even consider her a human being at this point? Or merely an object that he could pick up and admire before breaking. Those lips pressed together as he looked down at her, having not expected this night to take a turn in this fashion...no, he had to admit, he had not expected that in the slightest. Was he disheartened by it? Was he displeased? Even he was not necessarily sure. Stepping away slightly and out of the alleyway his hand raised to signal for a cab and as the yellow car rolled up and looked and the drive looked at the two of them he finally spoke to her, the voice of his quiet and maintaining his cool demeanor even after the look she had briefly seen upon his face. Come on Evie, get your stuff and crawl in the cab, we'll talk on the way home. It was said with in a purely conversational tone, as if all of this had been as right as rain and even more than that...there was an undercurrent of indulgence, as if he was humoring her for her poor behavior and giving her that second chance that he would never have given another woman in his life. His hand touched the door and opened it, holding it there for her like he would for any other woman, save that this one was laying on the scummy ground of the alleyway.
Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

A wry grin of humor touched his face at her demeanor, a look of teasing in his eyes as he moved to slide into the car next to her. The man's frame was powerful and the presence of him finally in close confines would be enough to remind the young woman that he was more than capable of having her right there if he wanted to engage in it. Yet that was the point of it all wasn't it? The idea that he had paid for her and could have her in any fashion he so chose? He didn't bother to look at the driver, merely giving the man the address to an upscale hotel and his hand came over to touch her leg. It was a possessive grip, but one that was no longer as cruel as had been indulged in earlier. This was more territorial, a sign of authority, and the fingers slid along her thigh and towards her knee until he felt something sticky. He was an observant man, but in his heady lust he had kept his eyes on many things...but never her knees. His fingers raised and he blinked down on them to note the blood, his gaze going slightly wide. She had hurt herself. He had noted it but not the severity and there was for a moment a look of consternation and compassion on the features of the man she was with, a sign of humanity after all. Concern was there but more than that perhaps a measure of surprise that she had done such a thing, that she had hurt herself in her pursuit of pleasing him. It was interesting the thrill it brought him that she had been willing to do so, but it was not something that he had expected...and he realized deep down that he had not wanted it, no matter what fantasies played around in his head. His eyes turned to look at her as he pulled out a handkerchief, not taking the time to clean his own hand but instead taking it and placing it against her knee in order to apply pressure. Oh he had definitely enjoyed the look of defilement, but deep down he was not a man who wanted her to suffer...no, deep down he wanted her to revel in the defilement as he did. His fingers pressed hard against the knee, soaking up what blood there might be as he gazed down at her. You could have left, you know that, we both know that...but you haven't, and that's a choice. Choices are what make us human, they are the compromises of the soul, and no matter what anyone says...that is the playground we engage in. I am no rapist, no sexual predator, but I am a corrupter. Women have hated me in life because of that, because in my presence they have given me everything I wanted...of their own free will. His eyes were solemn as he spoke the words, as if her act of humiliation had pulled out that piece of information for her and her alone and he shook his head. He had no idea why he wanted to be understood by her. That alone was the true nature of what she had done, she had wormed beneath to find something inside of him, and in the moment she had seen something human in him...he had recognized her as more than just a plaything to be discarded. His hand gave a final flex on her knee as he pulled it away, letting the cloth stay in place as he watched her. Why do you do what you do...Evie?
Thread: Playing pool - First person POV (feedback welcome)

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Thread: Playing pool - First person POV (feedback welcome)

I like this story. I hope there will be more to come. It was nicely paced with a subtly suggestive tone that aroused without being too blatant. One or two of your sentences jarred a little, but that's only because of the polish of the rest.
Thread: Playing pool - First person POV (feedback welcome)

Nice story, looking forward to next installment.
Thread: Party time!

Hello! I don't know if you prefer to discuss over PMs or if here is fine! But I'd be interested in brainstorming a plot that involves incest or bestiality, if you're interested! I also have quite a few plots thrown up on my thread if you'd like to check or we can just work out something completely new! Hope to hear from you soon!
Thread: Seeking Depraved, Literate Males! Dark Themes (FxM, smut, plot, ideas)

Bumped! I have somewhat revamped this request thread! Hope to get some good partners.
Thread: True Trouble on the Normandy2 (google and videogamechick)

Perfection took time and it took a large amount of money, creating perfection in isolation without anyone being able to leak word was even more difficult. But Cerberus had time, they had money, and they had a goal. Human supremacy was the ultimate goal for the organization, they wanted to see a galaxy dominated by homo sapiens and would go to any length to achieve just that. A project had been started decades ago, running into many set backs but eventually achieving success. They named him Adam, the first of his kind and the man who would one day father the future of the human race. No expense had been spared, conceived in an artificial womb using samples from carefully selected doners, further modified with bleeding edge technologies, and then carefully raised to ensure that he developed into something far more then any other man there had ever been. Adam would likely live twice a normal humans life span, remain youthful in appearance for most of that time, his body would be kept in peak physical condition with only the slightest effort, biotic capability that was near the peak of what a human could have though not nearly so much as the subject known as Jack, enhanced reflexes and healing. Even as the Galaxy rapidly changed with the discovery and defeat of the Reapers on two occasions the project had continued. The Illusive man considered Adam a greater asset then ever before, Shepard had been promising and still had a massive amount of potential but needed to be brought into line with the Cerberus agenda.. and Adam seemed like the perfect way to do just that. While he had been in the field from time to time and proven both efficiency and loyalty, he believed as Cerberus did, humanity first, humanity over all. If anyone could gain control of the Normandy 2 it was Adam. Though they were no longer in proper control of the ship or its crew Cerberus still had some agents inside of the craft, the Illusive Man knew just when the craft would need to resupply and where that resupply would be. Of course that knowledge was put to good use, Adam was inserted at the location in advance and when the Normandy 2 resupplied he was slipped into the craft with everything he would need to accomplish his goal. Once the craft was underway again an alert went off in the crate that he had been stored in unsealed, his body coming out of a a suspended state, body slowly warming up, his heart starting to beat once more. It didn't take long before Adam was stretching away the residual stiffness in his limbs. He had been given free reign to deal with the situation however he saw fit, dossiers provided on the crew that remained aboard the completion of the last mission. The person to start with would of course be Shepard, she was the key to it all... And with that thought in mind Adam used a master over ride to call down the elevator and after stepping in he set it up towards the Commander's private quarters, it was time for him to introduce himself.
Thread: True Trouble on the Normandy2 (google and videogamechick)

Shepard was widely regarded as not only the best humanity had to offer - but the best the galaxy had to offer. When the galaxy was at it's greatest peril, it was Commander Jane Shepard who stepped in and took the burden on her shoulders. Despite her stunning success against those who went against her, it was still possible to find those who didn't like her. One thing nearly impossible to find though, was one who didn't respect her and her accomplishments. She had a knack for performing the impossible. Not only did she get the job done - she got it done the right way. When necessary, she had no problem whatsoever with putting her life on the line for those around her. On this particular night, Shepard had found herself relaxing. It was something rather uncommon for her, yet something slowly becoming slightly more so. With the Reapers ended, the initial shock of the aftermath dealt with, and some of the retaliatory shocks from Cerberus's remaining shells - she felt to some degree that she deserved it. Jane was relaxing on her bed, with a small tablet in her hand. She snuggled into her sheets inside of her black N7 hoodie, reading the latest updates on the rebuilding of Earth. It was really quite heartwarming. It seemed the entire galaxy was using Earth as an example of what could be done. Since the war against the Reapers had ended there - everyone felt it was right to make it more or less a cultural icon - something to be shared for millennia.
Thread: True Trouble on the Normandy2 (google and videogamechick)

Adam knew exactly what he was doing as he rode the elevator up to Shepard's room, the same keycode that gave him total access also disabled the chimes and would lock the elevator at the top to keep anyone from interfering. It had all been planned out well in advance for while he was supremely confident in his own talents he also knew that to not be prepared for Shepard would lead to a swift death. She had to be first of course, not only was she the most dangerous but she was the glue that held the crew together, if she was broken the others would fall in line far easier. As the elevator slowed to a half Adam ran over a final check of his weapons, his modified Arc Pistol that was made to stun and immobilise over kill and his modified M23 Katana, for messier work it was perfect in the tight corridors of the ship. Both were in perfect condition, as was his armour, a modified variant of the standard Cerberus commando armour, lighter and more flexible made moving about quickly easier but the reinforced plates made sure it was just as safe. As the elevator door began to slide open Adam didn't hesitate for even a moment, knowing Shepard may be awake and may hear the doors. In an instant he was rushing forward, one arm raising his pistol and the other raised and glowing blue with biotic energy as he applied the Stasis biotic skill to immobilise her. It wouldn't last long but he didn't need it to as he moved to the door of the bed, arc pistol on her the entire time. Don't move. He instructed her. Hands where I can see them and I won't hurt you. A blatant lie, he was going to hurt her and he would enjoy it. If you try and fight me I will beat you within an inch of your life and kill your crew, am I understood? Threatening to kill her wouldn't be enough but her friends were her weakness.
Thread: True Trouble on the Normandy2 (google and videogamechick)

Shepard didn't even have a chance. One moment she was engrossed by the article on Earth - the next she was captured in the stasis. She was keenly aware of everything that was happening around her though. She saw the well armed intruder come in, gun in hand and bristling with biotic energy. She heard his threatening words, sending a shudder of fear through her entire immobilized body. This was not good. A million questions rattled through her mind, but she couldn't do anything until the stasis dissipated. When it finally did, Shepard had enough time to fight her flight or fight response, and do the smart thing. She wasn't going to risk her crew. With how well armed and armored he was, there was a fairly small chance that she'd be able to beat him in a straight fight. Especially with how little she had to work with. She was bold - but most certainly not stupid. Okay, okay....understood... she said, nodding while keeping her hands out and open. She laid the tablet next to her, while her eyes quickly bounced around - looking for anything she could use to her advantage. What's going on? How'd you even get in here?
Thread: ღ LadyAthene's Writing Samples ღ

Hello and welcome to my writing samples thread! In here, I will post up intros or posts from various RPs I've done. Some will be from here, other entries will hail from other sites. There may be posts that aren't introduction ones, but rather, anything after the first bit of writing was made. All of these will be things that I believe are better examples which show what I am truly capable of creating, as well as the types of characters I can make. I only have two major rules to those who wish to read along here. 1. Do not post here! - I hope I don't need to explain this rule anymore. If you have any questions, comments, whatnot, then PM me! But don't post here, please! 2. If you want to give critiquesopinions, go for it! - Just remember, there is a difference between constructive criticism and outright trolling. I will not accept the latter in any form or fashion. I know some of my posts will probably have minor mistakes. But if you're going to make fun of me for petty shit like that, then don't bother sending me a PM. If you can't say anything nice - or, in this case, helpful - then just don't bother. Please. That's it, really. I hope anyone who reads along will enjoy what I decide to include in this writing journal. -Athene
Thread: ღ LadyAthene's Writing Samples ღ

Partners In Time Introduction Post No image was included because this intro was done off-site Beep ... beep ... beep ... It was a fast reaction. A subconscious one, and unless anyone was around in the mostly empty hospital room, it would easily be missed. A simple turn of the head, shifting from staring up at the ceiling to turning and gazing at the window at least that was what the patient would be doing if her eyes were open. Beep ... beep ... beep ... Ngh ... what's wrong? I feel so ... so ... Even in her own mind, she could hear a groan at the beginning and end of her unfinished thoughts. As her head tilted back, a flash shot through eighteen-year-old Chloe Price's mind. Whether she wanted it or not, her brain was trying to help her remember, answering questions she was asking herself, be it voluntarily or otherwise. A single door opened. The stalls nearby gave away it belonged to Blackwell High's bathroom. The girls, to be more specific. I hope you checked the perimeter as my step-ass would say. Now, let's talk bidness -- I got nothing for you. There had been a figure already inside. Her mind registered it - after a few moments of recalling - as Nathan Prescott, whom had been quick in tossing his quip over to Chloe Wrong. You got hella cash. What began as a harsh verbal exchange quickly escalated as a gun was pulled out. Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down! Don't ever tell me what to do. I'm so sick of people trying to control me! You're going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs -- Nobody would ever even miss your punk ass, would they? Chloe saw - maybe even felt - herself trying to push Nathan away. Somewhere in between frantic thoughts and movements, she swallowed before crying out, Ge that gun away from me, psycho! BANG! As the trigger was pulled back, it caused a domino effect. Whether it was intended or not would be left to anyone's interpretation. Regardless, Chloe's blue eyes hastily shot open, her head now willingly turning from side to side. The fuck?! she whispered in a weak, hoarse voice. That ... then that .... As her head fell back atop the pillow, everything started to hit her hard, feeling something akin to a ton of bricks landing promptly onto her forehead. That hadn't only been a dream. Those were memories. Ones that really happened. Then ... you almost ... Her fists clenched, causing Chloe to grip the sheets. But ... how had she gotten here? The recollections made it look like there was no hope. No way of surviving that bullet. Clearly, something had happened in between her being shot and losing consciousness. As her head turned once more, she found the answer. Or at least, something that could have been a contribution to it. Someone, rather. ... Max?
Thread: Looking for a plot driven game

Bump again! A few partners sadly had to drop thanks to RL, but I was very much into the game! If anybody would like to pickup these plots, please message me for more details.
Thread: Dream Eater ~ Johto Adventures [Lady Grimoire x Viktoff Samson]

Samantha continued her work--a bandage here, and a bandage there. Once the majority of the larger scrapes were covered up and protected, she leaned back, looking over her handiwork. She twisted her legs back and forth, half-lifting the side of her body opposite the one she twisted toward in order to get as good a look at the rest of her legs that she could. Nodding her head, satisfied, she took the Pokeball out of the medical kit, clicked it closed, and... paused. Um. In the end, she set the Pokeball down in the fold of the open book, then leaned in toward her food. She stirred it some more, then scooped up a little and brought it to her lips, slurping loudly as she gave it a try. Suddenly, her face contorted and scrunched up, her nose wrinkling, and she turned her head away, mouth wide, and tongue out. Blech! She dropped the spoon back into the pot, and was about to reach up to wipe her tongue off with her hand when the crack of the branches, and growing rustling in the grasses finally caught her attention. Casually, Samantha looked over her shoulder, as though the expectation of it just being her imagination. When she saw the tall, labcoat-clad man not just there, but also approaching her. At first, her reaction was to just stare, then, her mind kicking in, she scrambled to her feet. The hurried motion kicks one of her sandals close to the fire, where the flames reached out toward it, starting to lap at the heel. Samantha stepped back, scrunching the pages of her book as her bare feet walked over it, then back further into the dirt, her heel knocking the Pokeball that was there off somewhere. ... Hello. she uttered, while she bristled. Her face scrunched up again as she tried to figure out what else to say. 'Come on, you're being awkward again, Sam!' she thought. Um. She glanced around her little camp, and her eyes settled on the putrid mash of vegetables, and broth bubbling away in her little pot. Do you want some stew!? she said. Her words not only sounded forced--from her pushing herself--but also, forceful . Like she was demanding an answer to that question. Which gave her pause, and made her hand snap up to her lips, uttering one final Um... She didn't yet notice the smell of peppermint in the air, nor did she seem to be aware of the little pet with the man, she merely stared at him after that, a fairly wide mix of emotions playing across her features.