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Thread: Second Chances [MR AZ]

Lenara Edhelbor. Snooty aristocrat type. A little bit lazy, a lot self-entitled, she fully intended to do the bare minimum to get by - while she was plenty intelligent enough to do the work and then some, why waste precious time and energy to appease or impress mortals? They were beneath her in every sense of the term. She had invited Meike Dietrich, her personal pet from the world before, into her dorm room essentially the servant of the lanky blonde goddess, there were few places she didn't go with her. Clean and showered with a bit of help from Meike a spare set of hands for a good back scrubbing was heavenly, she parked her naked self in front of the small vanity in their dorm room's private bathroom, slathering thick moisturizing creams on practically every inch of skin. The smells of juniper and rosewater filled the air. The long routine continued a special scrub for her face, then a mask. Once it dried, she peeled it off, briefly sharing visual similarities with a severe burn victim. Afterward, toner and moisturizer. Nearly every part of her body had a multi-step process to it, and, from start to finish, it took her nearly three hours on that particular night. See, before she had been spoiled. As a goddess, all it took was genetics to determine her appearance. Fair skin, blonde hair, crystalline blue eyes, tall and lanky. Now, it was a struggle to keep looking that way her skin could dry out or wrinkle, hair could split and fade. Her eyes could dull and redden from lack of sleep or allergic irritation. Worst of all, her figure could fail. She found herself terrified to eat or drink, for fear of gaining weight and no longer being beautiful. It was bad enough to have her subjects hate her... But her pride would be irreparably damaged if mortals looked upon her with distaste due to her appearance. Aedan arrived as she was conditioning her hair, a leave-in treatment to make it shiny and full. The time goddess sat on her bed in naught but her underthings, lacy pink garments that fit her form well, combing her fingers through her long locks. Her lip curled in distaste as her name was spoken. Ugh. At least you don't reek of wet dog this evening, Aedan, She huffed, stopping briefly to move her hair to the opposite side. What is it? The question was grudging, but genuine. Kind of.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Ironic!

I know you're away on your trip and all. BUT! That doesn't mean you can't come home to some birthday wishes! So! Happy birthday, sweetie! Hope it's a good one and hope you're having a blast overseas! 3 hugs
Thread: Happy Birthday, Ironic!

Happy birthday, you lil psycho! I hope you're having a great time overseas, and return home safe when it's over.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Ironic!

Happy Birthday Ironic. Hope your having fun on your trip.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Ironic!

Happy birthday Ironic! Have yourself a great one
Thread: Happy Birthday, Ironic!

Happy Birthday, Ironic! May your birthday be as amazing as you are! Have a great trip as well as an awesome day! -LadyAthene
Thread: Happy Birthday, Ironic!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRST EVER BMR WRITING PARTNER! I know you're having an absolute ball in Italy and I'm so jealous that you're there! I hope you enjoyed your day! Can't wait to hear about it when you get back!
Thread: Happy Birthday, Ironic!

Happy B-day to one of the best RP partners I've had to date! Seriously tho...Enjoy yourself in Italy, and try not to cause too much trouble
Thread: Happy Birthday, Ironic!

Omg guys I just now checked this! Thanks so much for all of the love! I can't believe I'm 22 now... I started here when I was 18, going on 19! Love you all! And the trip was amazing!
Thread: "Tricked" by an Evil Old Man (a true story of a life experience, turned roleplay)

Bumping
Thread: "Tricked" by an Evil Old Man (a true story of a life experience, turned roleplay)

I've got room for one more
Thread: "Tricked" by an Evil Old Man (a true story of a life experience, turned roleplay)

Got room for one more still
Thread: "Tricked" by an Evil Old Man (a true story of a life experience, turned roleplay)

So far so good with takers on this I'm glad my experience seems to be liked by most haha
Thread: "Tricked" by an Evil Old Man (a true story of a life experience, turned roleplay)

Just finished a plot for this. Open for another
Thread: "Tricked" by an Evil Old Man (a true story of a life experience, turned roleplay)

Still got the opening for this
Thread: "Tricked" by an Evil Old Man (a true story of a life experience, turned roleplay)

Now fully open to play
Thread: "Tricked" by an Evil Old Man (a true story of a life experience, turned roleplay)

Another bump
Thread: The spoils of war (S-Freak & lycanyounot)

Featuring Queen Madelaine and Ranulf the Captive The war had been long. Seemingly endless. The treasure-chambers of the castle had long been emptied and only because her enemies had had similar problems - and because she refused to give up her kingdom - had they finally tasted victory. She had lost too many soldiers and too many servants had vanished. The man in front of her was neither. Or... Both.. Depending on how you chose to look at it. He was a soldier. Just not her soldier. He was one of the enemy's soldiers, who had made her life unnecessarily difficult during the war, and she couldn't quite hide her satisfaction of having him kneel down in chains in front of her right now. And from now on, he would be her servant. He was heavily guarded - a man on either side of him, pointing a spear in the general direction of his torso - as she walked nearer. Do you speak the common tongue, servant? she asked in a tone, he might find insulting.
Thread: The spoils of war (S-Freak & lycanyounot)

It wasn't fair to say he'd been exceptionally high-ranking, before all of this. Just another soldier, another corpse holding a sword, waiting for the day he'd die on some battlefield of a war waged by people he'd never met. But those were thoughts better suited to poets, to those with something to say. Ranulf had very little to say, anymore. They'd lost the battle, and with their numbers dwindling, it'd been no great shock they'd lost the war. Ranulf, along with a few others he'd spoken to in the little downtime they were afforded, had all claimed to see their deaths before them. The others hadn't been wrong, their corpses were somewhere on that battlefield, just as they were meant to be. Instead of that, he was here. Weighed down by chains and the men next to him, he wasn't much of a threat. Ranulf might've been angry, might've been furious, even, but he wasn't mad. He'd lived through the battle, through the war like hell he'd throw it away by doing something as mundane as attacking while he was so closely guarded. His mind was loud, giving him dozens of attempts of strategy - but he'd neither slept a full night, nor eaten a full meal in weeks. He was not in peak form. He wouldn't survive any kind of rebellion. His eyes were clear, at least, when he glared up at her. Her, the reason so many men had died, and she had made a point of scooping the rest of them up, nothing but items to be collected now. Ranulf's lips pursed at the words. He bit back a growl. He was used to being spoken down to. It'd happened with most of those who commanded them. They were expendable, particularly those who'd lived as long as Ranulf had. Something younger would take his place. He was reluctant to say anything, but a side glance at those spearheads, and he fought for something beyond a 'yes'. Better than you, I imagine.
Thread: The spoils of war (S-Freak & lycanyounot)

Her eyes flared at his insult and she slapped him across the face with a force, she hadn't known, she possessed. She stood in front of him for some time, panting from her anger, before she calmed herself and straightened up from the crouch she had found herself in. Well aren't you cute, soldier boy? We'll see how long you can hold on to that insulent tone of yours. She stepped back and took place on the chair, he was kneeling in front of - a newfound smile on her face. I am your Queen. You will be my personal servant. Until suchs time as you have proven your worth, you will be strictly chained and it will make your tasks much harder to do. But these chambers are your world for the time being. You understand?
Thread: The spoils of war (S-Freak & lycanyounot)

The force of that slap clearly caught the soldier by surprise, enough that his head jerked, and he spent a couple seconds simply keeping still, pain blossoming across his cheek, which was quickly growing red. He seemed to regain himself before she moved, although he kept quiet, more out of an interest in observing her than any kind of fear. A woman that could hit hard wasn't something to be feared, he'd been hit plenty hard in his time -- but if she was prone to lashing out, he wanted to know what would happen after he caused it. Because he wasn't so ignorant as to think it wouldn't happen again. Her attempt to calm herself and regain that regal standing was commendable, but already Ranulf wanted her angry again, wanted her to lose her temper badly enough that she missed something. Anything. He couldn't get out now, but that didn't mean he couldn't ever. His smile in response to hers was sarcastic. His knees ached, he'd been on them since well before the Queen had come out. Had we known you were so lonely, Your Highness , I'm sure someone would've spent the night with you. It was a suggestion he'd known shouldn't come out of his mouth, but it'd been too late by the time he'd realised. But he didn't drop that smile, even bothering to straighten his back just a little.
Thread: The spoils of war (S-Freak & lycanyounot)

This time, his insolent tone drew a smile on her face. It wasn't a happy smile though. It was a cold smile. An expectant smile. A smile, some would describe as mad. How generous of you, she mused while placing one leg over the other. One of you still might. The last sentence was almost inaudible - giving the impression that she might be talking to herself more than to him. He didn't get a chance to reply. His guards dragged him backwards and into a small, windowless chamber at the corner of the room, where his chains where fastened to a solid iron ring in the floor. In the chamber was a small bed of hay and a pot to use for his needs. Nothing else. The Queen didn't follow him. And she wouldn't see him for at least a few days - depending on his stubborness and durability.
Thread: The spoils of war (S-Freak & lycanyounot)

The smile he received in return was less engaging than that brief anger from before. Was that a disappointment? He couldn't be sure. It was harder to read things when they weren't spelled out with anger, after all. Blank smiles like that could've meant almost anything - anger was obvious, and a lack of it spoke of control more befitting a Queen, he supposed. He wasn't given much more of a chance to find out. He was being dragged, despite his attempts to rise to his feet awkwardly, hobbled by the chains on his limbs. The chamber was an oddity -- why they'd have something like that in a room anywhere near the Queen was beyond him. It seemed reckless. Being alone didn't mean he'd lower his guard, though. He'd struggled, more out of necessity than anything, until his wrists were red and raw, and what was left of that strength left him slumped against the wall, still flowering darkly in the direction he'd come from. He was reluctant to shut his eyes, and suitably stiffened and went on alert at any small noise nearby. But even he couldn't stay on high alert constantly, and he was drowsing some hours later. It wasn't real sleep, because he still jolted awake at any noise that could've possibly been made by humans, but his body was desperate to restore some of that energy to already tapped reserves.
Thread: The spoils of war (S-Freak & lycanyounot)

In the last three days, the prisoner had been fed only a little, but had gotten all the water, he wanted to drink. This morning, he had been bathed, clothed and combed by guards and maids and his shackles had been returned after they had treated and bound his self inflicted wounds. Suitably weakened, Madelaine commanded that he kneel by her side, while she ate - his hands at the small of his back and two guards in the background, ready to subdue him, should he be faking his weakness. She ate for a while without addressing, savoring the juicy flavours of the meat in front of her. Then she turned her head to him and spoke, placing a slim, white hand on his chin. So... Have you learned to address me properly?
Thread: The spoils of war (S-Freak & lycanyounot)

The rest he'd been able to get had left him more clear-headed, and he'd taken them up on their offers for water. It hadn't been a pleasant stay, and the rest wasn't the best he'd ever had quite the opposite, but it had been rest just the same. He hadn't been particularly helpful that morning as he'd been scrubbed clean and both his body and wounds dressed. He was left bound similarly, and again found himself on his knees before the woman. Her lack of attention was clearly a message in itself, one that Ranulf did his level best not to answer to. His attention remained off of her, his body tense. His muscles were wound tightly, not only because of the meat he could smell clearly, but in some attempt at keeping control over himself, no matter what the Queen seemed to think she had over him. The hand at his chin had him lifting it, a quiet attempt at gaining some distance from her. His body was more sluggish than he'd like, and there was less chance than there'd been before to simply up and leave. No doubt, he'd be run though if he so much as bared his teeth. I'm not sure what way that is - can't imagine there's much you'd want to hear that I'd like to say. His voice wasn't quiet, although it was rough, and not too far off a growl.
Thread: Accidental Enchantments (w/ Corybantic)

As Paul walked up the path to his front door, alone, he reflected that it had almost been a perfect date. She had looked fantastic, he had hit the right jokes, made her laugh, the restaurant had been great. But somehow he still ended up here, home, alone. It always seemed to go downhill right after he mentioned that he had to get home because of the babysitter. And there was that stupid saying that women loved a man who was a good father. Apparently not the women who dated him! Huh! Well, he'd give it a couple more dates, Paul thought as he unlocked the door, before pulling the plug on this.... He was distracted by a strange scent that wafted out of the house as he opened the door. Blinking, he figured it must have been the babysitter finding some of his ex-wife's incense or something, although he didn't recognize the particular bouquet. He shrugged, and went in. Coming into the lounge, he found Aura, sitting quietly with a door open to his baby's room, no doubt to make sure that if the baby made even the smallest peep she would be able to hear it and attend to the infant's need. Aura. He looked at the girl, and she looked up at him, smiling a welcome. Smiling at him. He took a deep breath, and noticed again the heady aroma that seemed to be all around the house. She really had filled out quite nicely, blossoming seemingly overnight. And the way she smiled at him, he just knew that she ached for him to make her a woman. She needed him. Even if she wouldn't, couldn't admit it, that girl, with the body of a model and all the innocence in the world was just waiting there for him. She understood what sacrifices he made. And she yearned for him. His eyes travelled hungrily down her body. Look at how she shifted under his gaze. She knew how much he needed a good screw. Such a good girl. Several complex emotions passed over Paul's face as the pheromones worked their way through his mind, but finally they settled on a wickedly predatory smile, and he advanced on Aura, putting a finger to his lips and reaching down to stroke her hair with one hand while the other reached for his belt.
Thread: Accidental Enchantments (w/ Corybantic)

When Aura heard the key turning in the front door lock, she knew that Paul was returning home. Her focus still on her book, she was reading through the current paragraph and by the time Paul was in the room she had finished. She reached for her bookmark and placed it to hold her spot in the novel before setting the book down and smiling in welcome at her boss. How was your date? She asked the question in almost a whispered tone, making sure she didnt get to loud and risk waking Pauls daughter. Slowly, her smile faded and she found herself shifting uncomfortably at the expression she saw on his face. It made her think about how others had been looking at her through the day. When he put a finger to his lips, her brows furrowed but the way he advanced toward her, she shivered suddenly feeling like he was a predator and she was the prey. She had no idea what was going through his mind or what her spell was in fact doing to the man. When his hand stroked through her hair and she watched the other go for his belt, she drew back away from him, unfortunately having nowhere to really go with the couch back keeping her trapped as she questioned softly, keeping her voice low as she was afraid to wake his daughter, What are you doing, Paul? She glanced around and drew her feet up onto the couch, attempting to move sideways on the couch to get away from him in hopes that he would just let her go.
Thread: Accidental Enchantments (w/ Corybantic)

His hand simply changed from stroking her hair to grabbing a handful of the voluminous locks. His pants now loosened, fell to his thighs, revealing his blue and black patterned boxers to view. Here was the perfect way to end a bad date, he thought as he took another deep breath of the powerful incense and immediately began to show his arousal, tenting the fabric of his undershorts. He rolled his wrist around, pulling the hair on Aura's head, too painful for her to pull away, although this didn't seem to register with Paul, or if it did, it certainly didn't seem to bother him. One thing did bother him, though. Shush, don't be so loud, Aura he said, calmly, You'll wake the baby. Quiet now, girly. Quiet now. Shh he hushed as he pushed down the waistband of his underwear, freeing his cock. The gentle, reassuring tone of his voice was drastically undercut by the intense, hungry cast to his face, especially his eyes. He grabbed Aura's chin with no small amount of force, using his leverage to forc her face closer and closer to his hardon.
Thread: Accidental Enchantments (w/ Corybantic)

Aura couldnt stop the cry of pain that fell from her lips when the hand in her hair became rough and painful, her eyes filled with tears that streamed down her cheeks as she lifted her on hand trying to get his fingers loose from her hair. Stop it, Paul. Youre hurting me. She whimpered, her voice still low but breaking on a soft sob. This was not the man she had worked for over the last several months, she had no idea what had gotten into him. Her eyes were wide when he freed his erection and she winced again when his other hand grabbed her chin forcing her closer to his erection. No, stop this Even while she struggled with one hand to release his from her hair, the other hand tried to loosen his grip on her chin so she could draw away. Youre hurting me, Paul. Please stop. She didnt want his thing anywhere near her, she wanted him to let her go and she wanted to go back home. As her tears fell, she continued to struggle though tried desperately to keep quiet enough not to wake his daughter. The pain though wasnt making it easy, she was sure to have bruises from where his fingers gripped her chin. Just let me go and we will forget this ever happened. She pleaded softly, trying to get through to him though she knew once she was free she was never coming back to his house.
Thread: Tiny dominant nympho looking for her switch/sub futa girlfriend!

I am very interested in this roleplay. I will gladly play a futa or female in this situation. Would you like to pm me so we can discuss things more.
Thread: [Interest Check] Science Fantasy RP

I'm interested. Just a few questions as usual. First, will character death be a thing? Second, what's the story to smut ratio for this idea? Third, can we use any perspective, or will we be limited to just one?
Thread: [Interest Check] Science Fantasy RP

This sounds like just my thing, count me in.
Thread: [Interest Check] Science Fantasy RP

Profiles are up
Thread: [Interest Check] Science Fantasy RP

Still haven't answered my questions.
Thread: [Interest Check] Science Fantasy RP

First, no deaths Second, 50 Story, 50 Smut Third, everything is done in a third person perspective. Yeah, I have to answer them in a TLDR way cause I wouldn't explain it all over again.
Thread: [Interest Check] Science Fantasy RP

How many people are we looking for to get started?
Thread: [Interest Check] Science Fantasy RP

2 or more.
Thread: I'd like to play Ciri (Witcher roleplay/Involves Monsters)!

Runic Embers said I've recently rediscovered my love for the Witcher series including the books! and thought it would be cool to get some rp's going where I'd be playing the pale-haired Maiden Ciri! This is a very spontaneous craving so I don't have a lot going in terms of plot but here are some of the things I'd like to include! -Rougher Sex -Sloppy Seconds -Cumshots -Orals -Anal -Anal to Maw -CiriXMonsters Be it werewolves, drowners or anything in between! -Maybe Incest X geralt! That'd be all for now! Toodles! Click to expand... Hey I would be up for playing some monsters paired with Ciri