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Thread: No Time (Sippiekup/Silver)

Sydnie rolled her eyes as Moira shook her head and put her hands up, needing no explanation. Sydnie didn't tell me you were doing homework. Moira replied, casting a dark look in the girl's direction. I would have talked her out of bothering you. All she ever does is homework. Work work, then comes home and does homework. All of her assignments are always early. Makes the rest of us look bad. Sydnie shrugged before crossing her arms under her chest. If only you could be so dedicated. Moira rolled her eyes at her friend, glancing at Jennifer as she worked. I am dedicated! Sydnie hissed defensively. I'm just not obsessed. I just want her to loosen up a little. All of us do. Moira continued to stare at the strange woman. She seemed so tired and rundown, but she still continued working. She reminded her a lot of her mother, who'd died of exhaustion and other underlying causes. She'd hate to see something like that happen to one so young, but what could she do. You know what, I'll just text you later. Or you can always join us at the bar. Sydnie knew she wouldn't, she never did, but she always extended the invitation anyway. She stood up as she finished off the last bite of her pizza. See you later, Jen. Remember to get some sleep. She said, truly concerned for her friend. Sydnie gripped Moira's wrist, breaking her out of her reverie as she pulled her roommate to her feet and out of the door.
Thread: No Time (Sippiekup/Silver)

She never does. Jen said and yawned again. The blond ran a hand through her blond hair, biting her lip and writing down the answer. God I hate this class. It's so hard. She moaned, and then looked up at the other two girls, cocking a dark pierced eyebrow up. I can't loosen up. I loosened up for the past 5 years of my life. Two years of being changed and Im not going back to what I was before. Yes it was true. When her brother was killed when she was thirteen, the girl had turned to alcohol and reckless partying and bad decisions to wash her sorrows away. It took five years of that until she realized what she was doing was not just stupid, it was dangerous. Especially when her sister had been badly injured when they'd been hit by a drunken driver. She herself had been sober but it had opened her eyes. Two years later, here she was, a shell of her former self, and she was glad for it. She'd rather be boring than reckless any day. Okay.Bye. She said rather distractedly, rubbing her eyes again and yawning. Her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep but she didn't care. She had just finished her Astronomy and had a project for her work that she had to do now, and then a project for her English class. I don't go to bars anymore Sydnie, you know that.Bad things happen when I drink. She looked over at her shoulder and let out a grunt when her friend told her to get some sleep. No promises. I doubt I'm getting any sleep tonight. If I work now this will take me into midnight or passed it, and then I'll have about two hours before I go to work and yeah.. She yawned and drank the cup of coffee she'd made. God knows she'd need it. Have fun at the bar you both. Tell me how it goes after will you? The blue eyed blond said, rubbing her pierced nose and starting on her work.
Thread: Playfully Perverted Requests FxF or MxF

I really like your first two plot ideas. So if you're still looking I'd be very interested.
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D 3 I should post legitimate things in this thread... Instead of the faces I'm making at my computer. Although most would probably want to know how I make the 3 face.
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Well, I'm bumping my thread. I have nothing valuable or worthwhile to use to bump my thread. So I shall entertain you all with a dance. The hippo dance. proceeds to do the hippo dance
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sent a PM
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got the pm.
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dances for no reason
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0.0, is your student teacher pairing reversible?
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You and I have quite the similar interest when it comes to roleplaying. I'll be sending you a pm soon.
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I would be interested in the adoring sibling one.
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Lord Dakol The studentteacher pairing has no assigned roles, so if you're interested pm me 3 Gagoiru 3 okay Your Master Would you pm me then?
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I would really like a smut tastic rp right now.
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updates first post
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I'd be up for a nonconkidnapping story. Just two strangers maybe? I'd play a dude kidnapping you? Get back to me.
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Hm, I'm not feeling kidnappy lately. ... Although for that feeling to come up at all is worrisome.
Thread: Playfully Perverted Requests FxF or MxF

I'd be interested in Adoring Sibling or the Room-mates, if you want.
Thread: Playfully Perverted Requests FxF or MxF

I'm kinda interested in the pokemon one. The one with the trainer and the pokemon.
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doing the merry christmas dance pm me 3
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Oohh. Master X Slave is GREAT!
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Indeed!
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I'm interested in the roommates plot. Sent you a pm.
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Got ideas for it?
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None, at current.
Thread: Gladiators Prize (Demorica & Rekoj)

He had always been a fighter, since day one, he was very good at one thing. Fighting. Other men it seemed were bred to be math geniuses, politicians, athletes, but since day one he had had to fight. High school had been a blur of fists, knees, and kicks. Eventually tossed out, he turned to the one thing that could provide him with money. Fighting. He stood tall at 6' 4 and a half inches, his short black hair shaggy, ragged, falling down over his eyes. He didn't look up when the door opened, he cared not for the other prizes this cage offered, he cared for money. He cared to get enough to keep himself alive, he cared about fighting, he cared about the challenge, what it represented. He loved to win, knew nothing other than it. He had been a late register for this fight, had had to fight the most, had fought a giant of a man in the final and he had won. He was shirtless, not caring about the presence of company enough to dress up for anybody. His exceptionally toned, but not overly large form was slick from water, he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants, an item he had planned on curling up into sleep in. He was sore from the fight, the man he had been fighting was bigger than him, taller and with a large reputation for being one of the scariest men to fight. It was why he had made it to the finals, and it had taken everything that Liam had to overtake and overcome the challenge. He had always been overlooked, never considered to be one of the best fighters, many people wrote him out of the final. He had an impressive record, but it appeared like he would lose every fight before a last-second flurry would overcome. He took a beating everytime he won, and today was no different than any other. He pondered what to do with this situation, what to do with this woman that had been presented to him as he stared at the ground in silence. He finally looked up to her, his strong jawline and piercing eyes finally met hers. He stared at her for only a few moments before he decided that she was useless to him. Maybe if they'd sent somebody taller, somebody stronger, but she was fragile.. almost like a doll. Easily broken, not easy to put back apart. He knew he'd be wasting his time, he knew that he'd destroy her. He'd learned over the years that he could not hold his passion back, that he was devastating in everything he did. That was why he was a fighter, he could be nothing else, and he was nothing like a lover. He raised an eyebrow as he shrugged at her and laid back upon his bed, ignoring his aching body, There's a couch somewhere in here, make yourself comfy I suppose. I've no use for you, I told them that too, but it appears they were insistent upon sending you to me.
Thread: Gladiators Prize (Demorica & Rekoj)

Looking at him she was rather surprised, she had seen the person he had fought and the man did not look to be nearly as full of muscle as some of the others did, but she knew strength was not everything and from what she had been told he was fairly good at fighting. Watching his eyes look over her she knew he was sizing her up as she moved out of the cage, standing and stretching a little before seeing him lay back on the bed and tell her he did not need her. Irritated she glared at him from where she stood shaking her head, I have been here for no more than a few seconds and already you decide I am not needed? She snapped angrily as she looked over his body, From what I can see and tell you took a lot of hard hits and are sore all over, and I was brought here to help with that as well, if you would just let me show you I can be of some use I can prove you are wrong, I can relax your bodys torn muscles and reduce the swelling in others to make it heal faster. She said, trying to see if he would atleast give the small girl a chance, doubting it she did not hold her breath for an answer. Moving over to the bed she sat down, knowing she was rather small compared to him, but what she lacked in body weight, height, and strength she made up for in speed, agility, balance, and just about everything else, being a dancer she was light on her feet and rather good at many dances from all over the world. She looked over him, analyzing just by the way he lay there, and the slight swelling where the areas that would need to be worked on most were in his body. Besides, you of all people should know not to judge by appearances, many did not think you would stand a chance against your opponent, yet you did. She added softly. She remained cautious and ready, knowing the fighters were unpredictable and sometimes lost there tempers when a woman spoke as she did, hence she was ready to back away and even knew how to take a fall properly if knocked around a little, all thanks to her master when he did strike her hard enough to knock her to the floor. She wanted to help, and do what she was good at, other than dancing, she was good with her hands and relieving pain from fighters when they were seriously injured, but her methods were different, she noticed different things, but never told anyone what she did, or how, it was her secret and made her one of the best in that area as far as women went. She had learned to massage the limbs as well as decrease the inflation and swelling of certain spots and to get them back to normal much faster than others would normally. But still she refrained herself from touching him till he gave permission, not touching him until he possibly gave permission or maybe a chance to prove she was not some fragile little porcelain doll that would break with the slightest touch.
Thread: Gladiators Prize (Demorica & Rekoj)

He faded out to her words, ignoring her as he stared up to the ceiling and thought about his next fight. He hated these tournaments, they always gave too much time to recover. Sure, he understood he needed a few days off, let the swelling go down, but he was ready to fight again. He wanted to fight again, it was what he knew in life. These days without it always annoyed him, he felt purposeless, somewhat lost. Perhaps that's what these women were for for the victors, give them something to do with their time, let them fill their time with flesh and heat. He heard the woman speak, but made no attempt to let her know that he did. He continued to look away while she looked at him, letting her talk at him, but not talk to him. He knew she had a valid point, he even knew that she may very well be of use to help him assuage his wounds. There were certain aches on his back that he could not reach himself, certain angles on his arms he could not stretch to find, but he would not give into the notion that he required her help. Stubborn as could be, he spoke again, taking his time to word his response. I've never required the help of anybody else before when it comes to healing my wounds, the best thing for them is time. You may be a fine woman, they told me you were the best... certainly beautiful, but I know I have no need for you. You can massage my wounds, that's fine, but they'll heal on their own just fine. His voice was calm, despite her irritation he was cool as a cucumber as he spoke. He still stared at the ceiling, almost refusing to look at her, looking at her would admit he was interested. I need no song, I need no dance, I need no healing... and as for pleasure, well.. He finished with a shrug. He was a man of all or nothing, and right now it was nothing. It was like he worked with a switch, that was very rusty and hard to turn on or off. But once it had picked a side, it was stuck on that side and he was entirely committed. He was either on or off, when he fought, when he drove, when he decided to do something, pure determination, mental strength, and will would provide that he would fight, survive, win, overcome, with every ounce of will he had in his body. When he loved, when he fucked, he gave more than everything he had, and he had left women crying and broken in the past. They were not a challenge, to him, so far they had been something to be broken. He did not enjoy something when it was broken, instead he preferred it when it was bending before it broke. Looking at the woman, up and down again, inspecting her form.. she was smaller than women he had claimed before. She would undoubtedly break under him, and he finally finished his sentence simply and poignantly, You would break. I have no wish to break you.
Thread: Gladiators Prize (Demorica & Rekoj)

He decided to give the poor girl something to do, if she said she was good at healing wounds... it would be foolish to not let her assist him. He had to admit as the girl went to work, she knew what she was doing. He felt the knots within his body untie and his entire body seemed to relax straight from the core. He took in a deep inhale through his nose as she worked at his arms, silently inspecting her as she worked hard at assuaging the pain away. He seemed to relax a bit, and as she requested for him to roll over or sit up, he took a very long time, staring right into her eyes to figure out her intentions before slowly and gradually sitting up off of the bed. As he sat up, he began to speak again, Mind, body, and soul. They need to work in unison when you do something Alice. When I fight, it is with mind, body, and soul. When my body's worn, my mind is working hard to overcome the challenge, my soul will keep my body strong. When I do something, it is with all. If I were to need pleasure, I would need it for mind, body, and soul. And that means... he trailed off, as he reached to grasp her hand before letting her work on her back, so he could look directly into her eyes as he drove home his last point. I would need that from you, mind, body, and soul. You aren't prepared to give me that, to give it all to me.. and so I know one of them will break. Once he finished, he let go of her hand and placed both of his on his lap, staring forward as he let her go to work on his back. The tone of his voice hadn't changed since the very moment he had begun to speak, he was still calm, he still had a steady pace to the speed with which he talked. He leaned forward far to give her access to his bruised and scarred back, a lifetime of fighting had left him with some battlescars to show off, the most prevalent being the long scar that ran diagonally down his back, from when he had been attacked with a knife. The scar was quite faded, indicating it happened a long time ago, but the rest of the smaller scars around his flesh were from all different times. Some old, some new, they almost told a story of his life.
Thread: Gladiators Prize (Demorica & Rekoj)

She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, and it was one thing she loved to do, heal others. When he spoke of body, mind, and soul she understood, but what he kept overlooking was her, and if she really wanted to, she had been given to him as a prize, but she could have asked for another fighter, and have them simply take her and then be done with it, however she was him as a suitable person to hopefully get to take her for her first time, but he seemed uninterested in her and doubted her ability. And how do you know my mind body and soul is not in it, you were reluctant in letting me help heal you, yet I can tell already you are beginning to relax and like it, you can deny it all you want, but your body does not lie that it liked my healing touch. She teased him a little, finding his calm and boring tone bothersome. She was spirited, lively and energetic, always enjoying what she did. As he sat forward and took hold of her hand she looked up at him but went back to doing her work, You won't break me, I know that much, but fine, keep telling yourself that I will be here with you for a week, if you ever begin to doubt you're correct about your assumption of me I will be here for anything you require. She offered, leaving it up in the air. She started on the lower back and worked her way up, getting the blood flow through the bruises and moving to make it fade much faster than it was, and so she moved up the back till she was to his shoulders, working out the knots within the muscle and then moved up to his neck, keeping a close eye on him since some did not like that at all. Her finger tips were all she used massaging any kinks that might have been hiding there that he may not even know about, then she touched his hair, hesitant about massaging there, but soon got over it and did her job to relax everything else, running her long fingers through his hair, releasing the tension by taking her hands and grabbing hold of his hair and giving a gentle massage to the scalp. One finished she remained where she was, looking at his back for a moment, the one large scar interesting her, Where did you get this one? She asked, tracing a delicate finger over it to let him know which one she was talking about.
Thread: Gladiators Prize (Demorica & Rekoj)

Listening to him explain the fight she seemed upset by the fact that people do act like that, and it was true, they were cruel and ruthless and often picked on the weak. She listened to him closely, hearing his disappointment in not being able to finish it, and win, but to her that was just a mishap and it was weak on the other mans part to use a weapon when he was unarmed. The moment he turned she was a little started, looking up at him a little confused, seeing his eyes looking into hers, not understanding yet what it was he was looking for, sign of weakness, doubt, or something else. She had none of them, she was confident, and willing to prove herself. Feeling the hand at her wrist she glanced to it, but did not pull away, knowing better than to do that, she simply looked back into his eyes with her own, showing not a single hint of doubt in herself. No I do not underestimate you, I have seen you fight, I know you are dangerous and strong, but I am not taking back what I said, I know I can handle it, anything, and I will not break. She said confidently, looking up at him, her eyes never breaking from his as she watched him for a reaction. When he spoke of giving everything to him she simply smiled sweetly, nodding her head, I was ready to the moment I asked my master to be the prize for the tournament, and I knew I was ready to when I came through the door, I have not changed my mind, I know I can not go back, but I don't want to take back anything I said, I told you before, I can handle it. She assured him, as she looked up at him, wondering what he was going to do, take her, or not, it did not matter, she knew what she wanted and would survive what ever happened to her.
Thread: Gladiators Prize (Demorica & Rekoj)

He stared intensely for a few more moments into her eyes, before he could no longer restrain himself. The woman in front of him was beautiful, she was nigh perfect. He had won her, and now she was to be his. For a week, for a day, for tonight, he didn't know how long but he knew that he had warned her. He knew that he had given her every reason to remain sheltered, energetic, full of her own life. But she had persisted.. and so the switch within his brain flipped on. The passion and emotion exploded out of him as he made his move. He leaned in and kissed her lips, his hand going to her chin to hold her still while he leaned in and added some tongue to the kiss, running a circle around her lips. He pulled back and closed his eyes, growling as he did, You may have seen me fight... but you have never seen me love. He brought his hands to the slits at the hips of her gown, beginning to lift the bottom of the gown up and over her body. He wanted more than easy access to her slit, he wanted her exposed for him. He continued to pull the gown up and up until it came over her shoulders and he tossed it to the side. He stared her directly in the eyes before closing them and leaning in for another kiss, leaning over her, pushing her into the bed beneath him. His hands went to her chest and began to grope at her breasts, squeezing them within his large hands as he kissed away from her lips now, down her cheek. He spoke in between each kiss, as he planted a trail going toward her ear from her cheek, We will explore every depth of your psyche, I will bring you the most unmistakable pain, the most unbelievable pleasure, both separately and then at the same time. I will make you mine... he continued, as his lips reached her ear where his teeth sunk into her lobe. He tugged at it before kissing down her jawline, down her neck. He sunk his teeth into the soft skin of her neck, biting hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to break skin. He continued his words as he kissed to her collarbone, before pulling his lips away and bringing his eyes back to hers. He stared right into them, breathing as his fingers pinched her nipples, By the end of it all Alice.. you will know me as your master, and no other. I will give you everything you will learn to need.