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Thread: It's team RWBY, not RWBYS! (MoFo x DuxT)

Well, she accepted that she owed him. That was good, seems she wasn't as stubborn, and haughty as he thought she was. When they arrived Silver got a good look at his 3 other temporary team mates in their pajama's it was late and nearing curfew so that made sense. He looked to the nightstand by his bed a second and thankfully it seemed his other bag, which had his clothes in it had arrived. Well, found our princess surrounded by some Ursa, but she is fine now. He said in his straightfaced way, no one could tell if this was a total fib or not save Weiss. He sat the strawberry milk down at Ruby's spot, then went to work making the tea.
Thread: It's team RWBY, not RWBYS! (MoFo x DuxT)

I could of handled it myself, but was nice to see what Silver could do. Weiss chimed in quickly, she didn't want the girls knowing it was just school bullies. No matter how much Yang would love to beat them up, it would still be a little humiliating for the heiress. Before the girls could question, she took her own pajama's and moved to the bathroom to change. The fact a boy was here did not change her dressing habits one bit. Ruby happily took the milk and was about to dive into it, before getting a small smack on the back of the head from Yang. It wasn't hard, just to give her little sister a rebuke. Ruby, it is polite to drink together. Shaking her head, Yang rose from the chair, bounding over to Silver and began helping him make the tea for five. Here, let me give you a hand. Yang wasn't being too subtle with him about pressing herself a little into him as she helped. She knew what she liked and right now it was Silver.
Thread: It's team RWBY, not RWBYS! (MoFo x DuxT)

When Weiss said she got to see what he could do, there was a moment of a milisecond a shadow crossed over his expression. It was thankful to him that he had been looking away from everyone so they couldn't read into his expression. 'I haven't shown her anything... and I don't wish to show any of them what I can really do if I can help it....' He thought to himself. Silver was then snapped from his rather brooding thought the sudden he felt Yang's bust pressed up against him. She of all people had managed to surprise him, and the affectionate undertone in her voice was not dismissed... This was... strange to him. I guess I don't mind the help.... Suddenly, that tough brooding attitude was replaced by the sound of a perfectly healthy young man surprised by a woman brushing up against him, there was hesitation actually in his tone. Ummm your... things are... on my... He clears his throat, then got back to his brooding tone, You can get the water heated up I should wash up once Weiss finishes up and change into my pajama's as well, was a long trip to get here... and I'm probably smelling sweatier then a pig... it was hot on that airship. He seemed to be speaking more, it was weather anyone chose to listen would be of their own volition.
Thread: It's team RWBY, not RWBYS! (MoFo x DuxT)

Yang grinned, giving a slight giggle to his response. She was hoping to see this from him, after all she liked having this effect on boys and was a sign all hope wasn't lost. Will do Silver, go on, get changed. Moving a little off him to get the water going, giving him a brief moment of respite. Weiss soon came out in her own set of pajamas, her dress nowhere to be seen, having already put that away to be washed. She went and took a seat next to Blake and what would be Silver's seats. By how the girls had picked, it seemed Silver was going to sit next to Yang and Weiss.
Thread: Farm Hands Characters

Link to InterestCoordination Thread NEEDED CHARACTERS Humans Head of the Farm - Open Farmhands - Open Animals feel free to make other kinds that aren't in the list, as long as they're able to actually fuck. And no anthros ferals only! Dogs - Open Horses - Open BullsCattle - Open PigsHogs - Open SheepRams - Open Goats - Open CHARACTER SHEETS Character Sheets for Animals Name Sex Age Species Height Weight Size Any strange cocks we should know about? Appearance liked, but not needed since they're feral animals Character Sheets for People Name SexGender Age Height Weight Appearance Job on Farm Personality --- COMPLETED SHEETS Animals NA Humans Duke Springer Rhys Mattos MY CHARACTER SHEET Name Rhys Mattos SexGender MaleMale Age 19 Height 5'9 Weight 137lbs Appearance Usually messy brown hair with slight side bangs, hazel eyes, pale skin, thin wrists and lithe body Job on Farm Males' playthingMale Animal Stress Reliever Personality Rhys was never exactly outgoing, but he was never shy. He preferred to do his own thing, and if people wanted to join him then he'd be perfectly fine with it. After being kidnapped and put in his place on the Farm, Rhys hasn't settled in well. He hates that they force him to be naked, he lives in the barn with all the other animals, and his entire day consists of being a thing for male animals, or even the other farmhands, to fuck. He hates it, and hates that it even feels good at all, so he'll take a bit more work to break down.
Thread: Farm Hands Characters

Name Duke Springer Gender Male Age 28 Appearance Tanned skin, muscular, a tad rough around the edges. Height 6'2 Weight 280 pounds Job on Farm Farm Hand Cow Boy Bronco Buster Personality uke is laid back, but likes to be on top. He tends to be brash and takes the lead in any 'romantic' situation.
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Thread: Looking for Overwatch RP

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Thread: Looking for Overwatch RP

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Thread: Frosty's Fun Times (Originals, Models, Fandoms) New cravings!

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Thread: Guess Who's Back

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Thread: ClearSight and Javorcek Make a One-Shot Thread! [FxF] (ClearSight X Javorcek)

The Purpose of This Thread ClearSight and Javorcek have short attention spans. They have made many, many threads, and many, many characters together. Sometimes they would like to go back and play with old characters and old stories, but can't because then the old plots wouldn't make sense. In order to keep the story lines of those threads linear, rather than creating a cluster fuck of randomness, they're going to post flashbacksplot jumps and all sorts of random encountersone-shotsthings in here. The Golden Rule ClearSight and Javorcek HAVE TO finish the current scene before moving onto the next one. Universes we will be dabbling in Mass Effect The 100 Characters of our own creation that have been established and will be returning War and Greed Tragedy Unfolds
Thread: ClearSight and Javorcek Make a One-Shot Thread! [FxF] (ClearSight X Javorcek)

An Even More Psychotic Biotic Jack X Miranda Hope she's home for once... Jack mused to herself as she got off the elevator that was taking her to the high rise apartment that she was sharing with Miranda Lawson. They weren't -really- living together...Jack still had her quarters down at the Alliance section of the Citadel, but Miranda's space was bigger, Jack didn't have much in the way of personal belongings, and the young biotic's pet varren, Eezo, liked this apartment more...there were way more shoes to chew on here than at Jack's. Plus, Miranda was hardly ever home, so it wasn't like they were inconveniencing her. The older biotic was always down in the Research Labs, working on the Crucible that was supposed to be the answer to the Reaper War. She worked long hours, longer than even Jack did, and seemed to like to come home to leftovers of whatever Jack had made and the young biotic sleeping in a bed that was nice and warm for her. When Jack entered the apartment and didn't get her ass floored by a very excited varren, she started to grow concerned. Miri? Eezo? The young biotic called. Eezo hadn't eaten her girlfriend...had he? Yeah, he played rough with Miranda, sometimes put her in a singularity field, one time bit her so bad that they had actually had to go to the hospital but that had been when he first met Miranda, but he wouldn't just maul her to death... Miranda pissed her off too sometimes, but the Cheerleader was still intact and Jack had an even shorter temper than her pet varren. Guess they're out playing... That thought seemed less probable than the one of Miranda and Eezo killing eachother, but it was the only one that made even a little bit of sense. Guess I'll go shower... Jack muttered to herself as she took off her combat boots and then traveled further into the apartment. She lit up the Omnitool on her wrist along the way, just to double check her messages to see if Miranda had said where she had gone and taken Eezo.
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Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

The small drop ship was eerily silent as it left the scene, flying away from London faster than anything could hope to keep up. Not that anything would. There was too much confusion left behind in Widowmaker's wake. As usual, the assassin had made a perfect kill. Only the quiet hummings of the plane's engines could be heard as the woman once called Amelie reflected on her past life -- on who she used to be. A man named Gerard had come to their home in France that day -- busy as he was with work, spearheading the Overwatch Initiative, it was rare that he sometimes came home at all, but that night ... that night was special. That night, he was meant to spend with Amelie. To belong to her, to be her loving, caring husband, like he so often never got the chance to be. No more Overwatch, no more playing hero. Just her, and him, and a night together. Amelie? he had called out to her, leaving his things downstairs. Gerard had made his way up and to their room, only to hear her calls from their bath. He frowned, but didn't question what she was doing -- trusting that, whatever it was, it must've been important. The man sighed and ran a hand over his handsome face. If he had to be described in one word, then it was probably 'pure.' Gerard was pure of heart, pure of mind -- he was the textbook definition of a hero, with strong, somber features, his brown hair somewhat greeting, though he kept a strong jaw, fierce eyes, and an overall stoic yet friendly expression. And Amelie was every bit as beautiful as he was handsome. Every bit as kind as he was pure. Sometimes, he couldn't decide which he loved more -- her, or Overwatch. Though the guilt he often felt for putting work before his wife told him how he truly felt. Nothing was more important than she was. Nothing. And so when she stepped from their bathroom, wrapped up in silk and lingerie, he could only blink at her. It was almost comical, really -- his face painted red with embarrassment, though his eyes lit up in a way that showed his wife he was incredibly interested in her, her intentions, and whatever she was wearing. Uh, he started, clearing his throat. Gerard couldn't hide his smile. Amelie, I didn't -- you look... He couldn't find the words. What was he supposed to say here? He could face the cruelest villains, brave the most intense assassins, but she had completely disarmed him with her works alone. Amelie had always been good at stealing the breath from him, and always without ever trying. He smiled. You look beautiful, mon amour , her husband gently cooed, making his way over to her. Gerard took her hand and kissed the knuckles, smoothing his thumb over the spot his lips had touched. A second hand moved to her waist, and he pulled his beautiful wife close, and his lips touched her mouth next, capturing the woman in a soft and passionate kiss. We are alone. You planned this? He chuckled awkwardly and looked down at her again, brows raised. His smile still hasn't faded.
Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

Amelies slender body fell so easily into her husbands grasp. Her hand seemed so minuscule when pressed against his wide chest. During their kiss, her head fell back against his rugged tightening hold on her. As his arms built a frame around her body, she loved how the silk slipped over her skin. The wispy blue satin material couldnt be thinner and slinkier and naughtier. She regained her breath. All I planned tonight was to be ready for you. Ive missed you so. Even though weve been together these past two weeks, its like we were both in our own worlds. I didnt mean to be. I know you didnt. Lets start again. Please. I need that. Flashes of pain interrupted her thoughts. She had been a Talon prisoner for weeks. She couldnt remember anything. But she knew they had tortured her somehow. They did something to her very being. But what? Overwatch probably had it right to wonder themselves about her. Did her husband still suspect something? She hoped not. In fact, a voice inside her required she make him trust her again. What could be wrong with that? She smiled. She needed to smile. It just seemed the right thing to do, even though deep down inside, she felt inklings of her world burning away in total chaos. Playfully pushing her husband away, she walked slowly over to a flat screen, defining a wall of the bedroom. Lets have some music. Her hands tapped over the glass, and a calm enchanted melody played. She opened a drawer and extracted two wine glasses she had hidden days earlier. The idea of feeling love had preoccupied her for a while now. A preoccupation with sneaking in a romantic moment led her to hiding little things around the room to help set the mood. A wine bottle sat behind some books. A corkscrew rattled around with her make-up in a dresser drawer. Other options got tucked away to prevent any suspicious guards from seeing them during routine bug sweeps. She smiled, almost chortled. Men looked so cute when they sincerely found themselves at a loss for words or actions. Sometimes a woman just had to tell them what to do. Come here. Hold me. Tell me nothing else matters. Everything else is merely a distraction. Say you want me. The need to be desired hit her hard. Her mind and body demanded to know that he still wanted and trusted her. Being alone with him was the only thing more urgent than trust. A more assertive voice deep inside her seemed to be reaching out and pushing her forward. She still held the glasses as she shrugged. Im surprised Im still wearing this outfit as long as I have. You can rip it if you like. It wasnt like her to say that, but she crinkled her nose in a quick frisky flirt as confirmation that he had permission to go a little further than normal. She rubbed the bowls of the glasses against her silk nightie, carrying the curves over her breasts as her mouth fell agape. The flirtation would make anyone envy the crystal flutes. Her lips pouted. For some reason, a voice inside her wanted to tell him to run.
Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

Gerard watched her carefully, letting out a surprised 'oof' when she pushed him away. A smirk his lips after seeing that she'd been playing, and the man could honestly say that he was at a loss for words at her entire display. Amelie seemed trying to prove something, but what? She was certainly making a show. Perhaps she'd just missed him perhaps she was making up for lost time. Or perhaps she felt the need to remind him of something. Remind him that she was still his wife, the woman he'd fallen in love with? Tell him, show him, explain to him that she was still the same person, that they hadn't broken her, that her spirit was still intact? He frowned at the teasing. Not because he didn't enjoy it, but because this wasn't Amelie. Amelie didn't have to try. She never did. And this was a woman trying her damnedest. But it wasn't her fault. Amelie, Gerard sighed, his shoulders slumping, suddenly heavy with guilt. Her husband made his way over and took the glasses from her hands, pulling them away from the woman's pert breasts. He placed the glasses behind her, on their dresser, then put his hands on his wife's shoulders. He looked in to her eyes. You have nothing to prove to me. And I have nothing to prove to you. You're still my wife. I still love you. You are... He paused to think. When you were gone, I did not only lose my wife, mon amour . Tears welled in his eyes, though he tried his hardest to fight them. He had to be strong in front of her, just as he was strong for Overwatch, but Amelie was the one thing -- the one person in the world -- who could make him feel naked and vulnerable. And so he couldn't fight his emotions. I lost me. I lost a part of myself. I could not focus on work. I could not be who Overwatch needed me to be. My mind, it was... elsewhere. He pressed his forehead to hers, their noses touching. The hands on her shoulders moved down to her back, gripping the thin material of her nightie -- and he simply shredded it between the blades of her shoulders, peeling it off of his wife so that it fell around her waist, useless to hide her from him. I love you. Without you, I am nothing. Overwatch is nothing. Do you see? He hoped desperately that she did. Gerard kissed her, then pushed the woman forwards slightly, up against their dresser. The glasses fell, but he didn't care. Crystal could be replaced. His hands fell, free to roam her body, and he groped at her ample breasts, pressing his strong body against her curvaceous frame. His heart was beating like a drum against her chest, and his hands found her waist, hoisting her up on to the piece of oaken furniture so that she could wrap her long legs around his waist.
Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

Amlie felt the weight of her husband pressing against her body, forcing her back to the glass screen. Her hips shoved into the recess above the cabinet. Oh, Grard! She pinned his waist between her legs and clasped her hands behind his neck. She pulled herself up against his body and then let her torso fall back, showing him her bare breasts. With one hand holding onto his shoulder, she slid the other hand down his chest and then tugged at his belt buckle as their bodies undulated in a passionate rocking motion. She squeezed her legs tighter. Take me over to the bed. She pulled their faces together and refused to let him talk as her mouth glued to his lips. Her fingers rummaged through his hair. She had missed the passion. She had missed being this alive. In an altered body, Windowmaker didnt feel like smiling at remembering these things. The emotions hindered her. Such memories should have been removed. With a deep breath, she calmed her silent heart as she sat alone in the cargo section of the aircraft. Her eyes opened at sensing a presence. I know youre there. She closed her eyes and thought of her very first kill. Grard! was all that Amlie could think to say. She kissed again. With her eyes closed, her tongue slowly explored his mouth. She felt a deep need to make him happy. That night needed to be special. Given what had happened, any night could be the last. I want to make you so happy tonight. Her elbows squeezed in at her sides, pressing her breasts together. She arched back to give her husband a perfect view. Her nipples aimed right back at him. She wanted him to lift her higher against his chest and press her bosom against his mouth. When he tried to kiss her, she held firm and insisted with another glance at her chest, as if saying its all for you. Normally, she didnt take such control, but it turned her on to insert a moment of power. Once he complied, of course, shed let him take over again. It felt like a new side to her kicking in. She didnt expect it. But she did enjoy it. Dont hesitate. Her eyes darted down to her chest again. Ravage me this way. It was a different voice for her. It shocked her. It felt like a more controlling assertiveness she never knew she had. Now her heart really started to race.