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Thread: A Pleasure So Criminal (Kara Zor-El Kent & xyzam)

Maddox was in a world of his own by the time the police officer arrived. He had well enjoyed himself and was simply basking in the afterglow. He had not moved or quite frankly done anything once the officers presence was made known. A simple discontented sigh left his lips, but it was kept to himself. He had been in situations similar to the one was currently in many times in the past. He took a quick moment to assess the situation despite having his back turned to the cop in question. Only one pair of footsteps was heard, as well as a single --rather shaky-- voice. Something that he noticed about this officer --that was majorly different in comparison to the policeman hes come into contact with before-- was the slight, barely noticeable hint of fear in his voice. It was almost as if he was a ordinary pedestrian coming across a gruesome image such as the one he had created himself. Usually, the cops would put on a rather hard, fearless exterior, but he didn't find this in the officer. That fact tickled Maddox as he found the other to be very soft and rather easy to manipulate. Once his thoughts were sorted, Maddox slowly stood up and yielded to the officers demands. His steps toward the wall were heavy and intentional as if to intensify the fear and perturbation that the other was already experiencing. Now only centimeters from the wall, Maddox crossed his fisted hands behind his back, feigning submission. He closed his eyes, therefore enhancing his other senses as he waiting for the officer to approach him. His movements were swift and agile. He stretched his foot out behind him connecting it to the officers legs, effectively tripping him. With haste, he turned around and straddled the other with all his strength. His arm met with the officers as he snatched the gun from his hands and threw it away from them while the other was still in a presumably confused or shocked state. Now face to face with the male, Maddox was finally able to map his face out clearly. He noticed his knitted eyebrows and rather attractive features. He leaned in closer to the others face, exchanging breaths. With his head leaning slightly to one side, he eyed the officer. His tongue darted out of his mouth to taste the others clear, and rather delectable looking skin with a deep, throaty chuckle. Fuck.. youre cute. His mind was set at this point, intentions clear. Maddox wanted him, and he was going to get him. The sedative filled syringe he had kept in his pocket for important situations suddenly came to mind as his hand dove into his back pocket for the needle. It was still covered with its casing when it was revealed, Maddox wasted no time in uncovering it and stabbing it into the others neck most likely hitting a blood vessel and disposing the contents of the syringe into the man.
Thread: A Pleasure So Criminal (Kara Zor-El Kent & xyzam)

He looked at him as he noticed he was following his instructions. He was confused on how well he was behaving but he still did not trust him. He knew about how some people tried to trick the officers but he still was not prepared. He gasped as he noticed his movement. He gasped as he tripped him and looked at him. He could feel him straddling him and his eyes were wide in shock. He then knew the mistake he had made. He had not called in backward. He closed his eyes and looked back at the murderer. He then looked at him as he noticed the other was seemingly not trying to hurt him. His eyes looking into Maddox's. He felt him lean closer and he breathed shakily. He was unsure what the other was about to do to him. He noticed his tongue coming out and closed his eyes tightly as he felt him licking his skin. The muscles in his neck were sticking out but not in a grotesque way. He heard him speak and he looked into his eyes and shook his head. N-not really no. He said softly. He then saw him taking the syringe out of his pocket and his eyes widened. He began to try and break free from his grasp as he breathed quickly. He then cried out in pain as he felt the needle being stabbed into his neck. He tried to break free from his grasp but he was beginning to weaken more and more until he was still in Maddox's arms.
Thread: A Pleasure So Criminal (Kara Zor-El Kent & xyzam)

Max groaned softly as he felt the sedative wearing off. He began to wake up and his eyes opened. He felt his heart racing as he noticed that he could not see anything. He began to breathe quickly. Hello? Is anyone there? Please somebody help! I can not see! He said loudly and fearfully. He was trying to yell as loud as he could hoping to get free or for someone to come and help him. He was hyperventilating as he shivered. I'm quitting my job after this. He thought to himself slowly moving his head around. Max noticed a problem though. His body was cold as if he was not wearing clothes. He then noticed a pain in his legs and arms. He widened his eyes as he did so. Who is there? What are your plans? Why am I naked and please let me go? Please. He said shakily and began to move around as he did so and tried to break free. He squirmed around making his cock bounce a little. It was a little over 6 inches.
Thread: Mx Female The Things I Do For Love

Plots The long Awaited Fantasy plots! Again, all of these ideas are up to interpretation and alteration. Fae The world of the fae is peculiar. A world without rhyme or reason to its color, shape, or even physics. Its snow might be warm, its trees stretch up into eternity, and no distance is further than a particularly powerful will can make it. Like the land itself, the denizens are beautiful and capricious, playful and bright, and incredibly deadly. Perhaps there is a randevu between two of these creatures, perhaps from different parts of their world, or even from enemy Courts. Or perhaps there is a human that stumbled upon this world, and needs to be taught its ways. An elf may have gone there intentionally, or been lured there by an outside force. Either way, a world of limitless possibilities and endless danger awaits. SailorsPirates Aboard the Lost Cause a crew of sailors seeks a better life for themselves among the open sea. Who could have anticipated the curse? After a vicious storm wracks the sea, nearly dashing them against the waves, all goes quiet. Unnervingly so. The sea has become as placid as a pond, the water as still and smooth as glass. A dense fog hangs over them, and no wind stirs their sails...and yet the Cause still moves, bound for a destination the terrified passengers could never anticipate. VampireMortal This one is fairly flexible, as it can be any time period one might look for. The general idea, is that a rather stand-offish vampire Lord wants nothing to do with world of humans, and would rather be left in peace. Only, a human wants something from him. Perhaps they wish to learn his potent, ancient magics? Or they wish to take the curse upon themselves? Maybe another powerful vampire lord has betrayed or harmed them in some way, and decides rather than foolishly fight them alone, that they need a powerful ally or patron? Or maybe they merely wish to vanquish the vampiric being and free everyone from the reign of terror. Any way you slice it, the only part of the formula that's static is that there's at least one vampire. Feel free of course to ask about plots to any of my suggestions, and if you have a pairing or idea that I didn't write here please let me know, I love trying to develop unique plots and characters and will always work with you to make something we can both enjoy. Also feel free to ask me as many questions as you'd like, whether about my plots or even about me. I'm an open book. Last edited Feb 20, 2019
Thread: Mx Female The Things I Do For Love

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Thread: A Bad Influence (Machiavelli and Prodigious Masterpiece)

Jackson, or, as most knew him, Jax, was that young man sent to the preppy private school to learn manners, become civilized, and become that upstanding member of society that his parents wanted him to be. He was also the young man that, despite these things, still wore his button-down shirt untucked and the tie crooked, smoked and drank and partied on the weekends, and drove a motorcycle. He was everything the bad boy of a proper private school should be. And naturally, he had a close-knit group of followers. Every weekend they would throw a party at one of the houses, whoever's parents were gone for the night. If there weren't any openings, they'd find someone willing to sacrifice their home. Or even break into one of the homes that was for sale in the new development down the highway. Tonight, however, one of his guys had declared his home open for business. His little sister would be there, a girl a year behind them, but she never bothered them. Hell, she seemed at best frightened of them, and at worst a prim and proper goody-two shoes. Everything her brother wasn't, and the polar opposite of Jax. And so, as the weekend began late on a Friday night, that house became a hub of drink, loud music, and horny teenagers grinding against each other. Arriving shortly after the party had truly begun, the roar of his bike dying as he approached the house, Jax was greeted with a roar of greetings and several offered drinks. A smile on his face, he cast the leather jacket he wore to one side as he took the first offered cup, lifting it above his head. Let's really get this party started! He cheered out with a laugh.
Thread: A Bad Influence (Machiavelli and Prodigious Masterpiece)

Charlotte Evans was everything a private high school girl should be, and the average spectrum of her life didn't bother her in the slightest. As a child, she'd always held near-perfect attendance at school, performed in accelerated classes above her peers, and dutifully achieved the most badges in her girl scout troop. High school was no different for her. She had excellent grades, a good reputation, several close friends, and she was well-liked by everyone else. She was a member of three different clubs, and she always attended the school's social events. She did not, however, attend parties. It had never been a point of contention for her brother Michael, though sometimes he did make fun of her for it. Despite being so different, they were incredibly close. Michael never teased her in front of his friends, and he was protective of her. Her brother had once been better behaved, but then he'd met Jackson ... For the most part, Michael's friends ignored her, and when they did acknowledge her it was usually friendly. Even still, there was something about Jackson that always put Charlotte on edge. She did her best to avoid eye contact whenever he was hanging out at the house because it never failed to give her goosebumps. He had a heinous reputation, though she'd never really seen him do anything terrible. As far as Charlotte was concerned, he was mostly irresponsible. Why did she feel so jumpy around him? She couldn't be sure, and she wasn't curious to find out. So, when the party was getting underway, she was able to successfully tune it out, her door blocking out about half of the loud chaos. In fact, she had her homework for the weekend completed by the time Jackson arrivednot that she knew when that was. It wasn't lost on her that there were probably a lot of underclassmen in her house for the party, but she simply didn't care. Parties were nerve-racking for her as well. What were you even supposed to do at a party? It was just loud music, drinking, and a bunch of people squeezed into tight spaces no matter how big the house was. This was why she'd put off getting a snack, despite being hungry. Looking at her door she groaned, knowing that the only food in the house was passed that threshold. Even though it was the weekend, she hadn't bothered to change out of her school uniform plaid skirt, tucked-in shirt. The only differences were that she'd shed her shoes and socks, and was wearing a powder pink, knit cardigan that was almost to the hem of her skirt. Her hair pulled back in a loose, low pony tail, she made her way to the kitchen like a proavoiding every sloppy drunk person in her path. It was late enough in the party that all party drinks and snacks had been moved to other locations in the house, so the kitchen was like an abandoned graveyard. Perfect. Smiling to herself, she quickly gathered some cheese, crackers, and chopped herself some fruit. Pressing a halved strawberry between her lips, she sucked the juice from her index finger as she bent forward, scanning the fridge for something to drink.
Thread: A Bad Influence (Machiavelli and Prodigious Masterpiece)

The party was alive . Of course, for high school teens, all it took was alcohol, maybe some drugs, and plenty of company to make a good time. And this house was big enough that there were side rooms and nooks for couples to hide off in and make out, or maybe a little more. Perhaps not even just couples. And it was normally about this time that Jax would have started his own scan for a pretty little thing who might want to get into his pants. He knew girls talked, and the evidence of that was more than obvious - he never had too much trouble finding the next curious cutie who wanted to see if the stories about his prowess and roughness in the bedroom were true. He made sure to give them a good time. But tonight? Something was different. Not that he hadn't gotten any interest, but more that he'd been distracted as he began his prowl, as it were. As he slipped through the living room to refill his cup with some of the spiked koolaid - the stuff that tasted just fine but DEFINITELY had something stronger in it or maybe he was just too drunk to taste it... - he saw the flash of a plaid skirt into the kitchen. And not a tiny plaid skirt, like a flirty girl might wear to a party to mock the school uniform - the skirt that was school uniform. He only knew one girl to wear that after they got home. Slipping into the kitchen, he was proven right, finding Michael's sister, Charlotte, bent over looking in the fridge, presumably for a drink. Admiring the view for a moment - he'd never taken the time to realize exactly how hot the goody-two-shoes sister of his friend was. Of course, she wouldn't flirt her way into his pants in a million years, but perhaps tonight he liked the challenge. You won't find much in there. He said with a smile, crossing the room and sliding his hand into the small of her back as she straightened, and he lifted his cup, offering it to her. Try this. Have a drink. Live a little. He offered, that smile not wavering. I promise you'll like it.
Thread: A Bad Influence (Machiavelli and Prodigious Masterpiece)

You won't find much in there. Lost in thought, the sudden and close proximity of the voice startled Charlotte enough to have her snapping up straight. A hand slid over the small of her back and her head whipped to the sideleaving her more startled to discover it was none other than Jackson! Immediately she turned her body to face him, as well as took a step back effectively forcing his hand off of her. In that movement she opened the refrigerator wider, leaving a steady stream of cold air blasting between them. This was also deliberate, considering the hot burst that had shot up her spine at his touch, which was nothing compared to the heat on her face when their eyes had met. Her eyes flicked to the cup before reluctantly returning to his, one eyebrow raising higher than the other. I don't drink. She said simply, shaking her head. Of course, he had to know this. And I don't believe youalcohol has to taste horrendous, given the way it smells. She wasn't used to anyone being in her personal space that wasn't close to her. She pulled out a pitcher of water from the fridge, giving Jackson an innocent, somewhat deliberate smile. This is what I was looking for. She pushed passed him, technically, refraining from brushing up against him in the process. Charlotte returned to her plate of fruit and cheese, reaching up into an upper cabinet for a glass on her tiptoes. I'm not really here anyway. I don't do parties. I'll be back in my room in a second.
Thread: A Bad Influence (Machiavelli and Prodigious Masterpiece)

She almost instantly jumped away from him, and he chuckled. Easy there, no need to throw up the defenses. he laughed. She was flushed, though the cold air that streamed over them did its best to hide that fact. No no no. He said, taking a drink from his cup. You've never tried drinking. That's different than not drinking. And you're right, some alcohol does taste awful. But this doesn't. I figure, what's the point in getting drunk for fun if you're going to drink something that tastes awful to do it? He said with a wink, even as she moved past him. Don't do parties. He repeated, shaking his head and moving to lean against the counter, a mere few inches away from her. There you go again, saying you don't do something you've never tried. Come on, Char. Gotta live a little. Have some excitement in your life. Try a drink. Hell, try mine if you don't trust me to get one for you. If you don't like it, I won't push you to drink a second. But damn, girl. You've got all these people to talk to and to dance with and you want to hole up alone? Drinking water and... well, I can't fault you for the cheese and fruit, that looks delicious. He admitted, that charming smile on his lips again. Then he paused, biting his lip briefly. Or a wine to go with your cheese and fruit. Something sweet, like a moscato. I can find something you will like. And if I can't find it, I sure as hell can make it. He said with that smirk and laugh again. Jax was well-known as the resident bartender at these parties, whenever they felt so inclined to be elaborate enough to actually mix drinks in anything more complex than alcohol added to various drinks.
Thread: A Bad Influence (Machiavelli and Prodigious Masterpiece)

She didn't look up, stubbornly keeping her eyes trained on her glass as she slowly poured her water. She was, however, acutely aware that he was staying so incredibly close, and he was saying more words to her in the past two minutes than he had in the last two years. He finally got her to look up at him, her face revealing a little curiosity. No one had ever called her Char in her entire life. He was still handing the solo cup out for her and she could see that it held a suspicious, red liquid. The first prickly edges of true curiosity began to itch at her. How was that possible? Not once had she ever been interested in anything like this, and in less than a full conversation Jackson was actually making her feel tempted ? Mmmm, I don't dance either. She said, biting down on her lip to keep from smiling, aware that he would catch her in her words again. The urge to smile was twice as surprising but this time that surprise twisted in her stomach, unsettling her. Then he smiled. More heat on her cheeks. Why was he talking to her, anyway? It was then Charlotte began to realize how nervous she felt, her heartbeat a restless flutter. She wanted to hide away in her room, but just walking away from him felt too rude. I wouldn't know what Moscato is if you hadn't just called it wine. She told him, shaking her head. It just didn't interest her, even if he had the ability to make it seem like some kind of secret she was missing out on. Then she wondered, if she took a drink, would he be satisfied and let her leave? Fine. Taking the cup from him, Charlotte took a small, timid drink. She was thirsty after all, and she had no clue that that could be a dangerous combination. Swallowing, she braced for a sharp tang, a burn of some kind, or a disgusting aftertaste. But nothing. It tasted like juice, like a Capri Sun, or something. There's not alcohol in this. She said in disbelief, certain he was pranking her nowwhich would make sense. Stubborn, she took a larger drink, remembering again how thirsty she was. Still, only the delicious taste of juice.
Thread: A Bad Influence (Machiavelli and Prodigious Masterpiece)

She finally looked up at him, and the corners of his lips curled again in a smile. Don't dance? What do you do for fun? Don't even wiggle a little to nice music? He said, aghast, though it wasn't quite clear if it was exaggerated astonishment or not. Then, surprisingly, she took his cup, taking a sip. Then another. Her words made him laugh. Oh darling, would I drink something nonalcoholic at a party? You may not know me well, but you should know me better than that. He said playfully. Now, can I coax you out of the kitchen and into the party? Or maybe just get you your own cup? He said with a charming smile once more, picking up her plate of food with one hand and the other pressing into the small of her back again, guiding her out of the kitchen. He didn't push her far, just into the living room, where he paused to pour another cup. Some of us were going to start a game of Cards Against Humanity, but somehow I imagine your innocent sensibilities might be a bit too shocked by that. So have a drink, try to relax. He said with a smile, sitting down on the couch, placing her plate in his lap, gesturing for her to join him, an arm outstretched as if waiting to wrap around her as she sat.