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Thread: Homeward Bound [[Blink and Soul are BACK!]

Soft touch was something that Chance hadn't experienced since he had left home in the first place, something that was so foreign and abnormal to him that he actually flinched at first when her fingers traced his cheek. He immediately scorned himself for it, silently of course, feeling like a fool for being unable to help it even though it was Lotte, his Lotte, who had known and loved all his life. Being back was something of itself, sure, and he knew and appreciated that with every fiber of his being, but recovery, real, true, long and hard recovery, well... that was going to be something even he'd have been surprised to see it actually help. In the meantime, there was going to be some adjustment, and some returns to old habits and routines that he wasn't even sure he remembered anymore. There was going to be learning, all over again, about how to live and blend with the world around him, and there was Lotte. Lotte, who was now looking him over with a look that he couldn't quite decipher. Pity? Sadness? Disappointment? It was too difficult to read. She murmured her relief to have him back, and the next thing he knew, the girl's cheek was pressed lightly against his chest, and he could acutely feel her breathing, every long inhale and exhale, the gentle rise and fall of her chest against his. It was relaxing enough, the feeling, and he found himself slowly starting to unwind from subconscious tension in the midst of their embrace. It only lasted a short moment though, as she was once again speaking to him, giving his shoulder a squeeze as she shifted to look up at him. The notion was gentle enough, and he hardly expected her to know how sore and worn he was beneath his ragged uniform, but the squeeze hit a tender spot and he swallowed hard, pressing his teeth together to keep from making any noises of resilience. Her question took a moment to seep in though, and he shook his head just slightly in response before drawing in a slow, deep breath. No, he admittedly solemnly. You're the first person I've seen, the only one. You're the only person who knows I'm here too. We have to careful we have to keep it hushed, I don't want them after me... There was a look in his eyes then, a look that sliced through the lifelessness to reveal imminent disdain, fear, in it's rawest form, and a slight shred of defiance too.
Thread: Homeward Bound [[Blink and Soul are BACK!]

There was fear still lingering in Chance's eyes as he spoke. Despite being in another country, so far away from those who captured him, Lotte could feel the tension with the idea that someone could still possibly be after him. The chances of them making their way this far to find him seemed difficult to believe, but anything was possible, wasn't it? As much as she didn't want to admit such a thing or even think about it, deep down, her gut was nudging her to think that just maybe, it was possible. Lotte pushed to work that thought from her mind. She had to relax so that Chance could try to settle down. They won't find you, she mumbled, running her hand lightly over the man's hair, attempting to do what she could to calm him into a better state than what he was in now. You're safe. You're back home. That was the most she could do, or the most she could think to do. She assumed that the military knew where Chance was, given that they were probably the ones who sent him back, but some how she could believe that her home was the first place that Chance came to as soon as he was able to travel to see someone. But we can keep it a secret, she agreed, inching back and offering her hand to the man. She had a moment to recover from the shock and wanted nothing more then to go back inside and sit somewhere that was actually comfortable. And there was no doubt in her mind that Chance would want to do the same. Come inside then. The inside of her home was just as clean and organized as the outside. The dinning room was the first thing that was seen once you came into the entry way, decorated by a vase of flowers that matched those laid out in the garden outside of her porch. It was done in simple colours with a simple layout, easy to keep clean but not much effort put into it. The walls were painted in shades of blue while the details and accents were white with a few flashes of purple to add a bit of variation to the mix. In the living room to the left of the dinning area, was a large, plush couch, a love seat of the same style and an arm chair, all set up around a chestnut coffee table and a wide screened television. It was not only inviting to guests, but it exposed a bit of the owner. And not once was there evidence of her drinking problem. Charlotte made sure to cover that from anyone who entered her home... Sit down, she offered, gesturing towards the living room. Can I get you something?
Thread: Combat/Captured/Corrupted

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Thread: Combat/Captured/Corrupted

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Thread: Combat/Captured/Corrupted

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Thread: *Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

Nicholas couldn't help but just sit there, what the fuck was he going to do?! His brain seemed to fill with shock and fear that he had really brought him a man. He only fucked guys when he was out of town, and they were always whores he paid. He didn't bring males back to his apartment! What if his mother or his brother showed up randomly?! They would surely tell his father and he would be exiled from the family and the business! Biting his lip slightly, he watched as the other male sat up on the bed. He slowly moved to the edge of the bed and looked away when he was called out for staring. Could he really just let this boy get up, and get dressed after what they did last night. What if he went and told someone?! Of course he was going to tell someone!!! No one could know....He felt a panic rise up inside of him as he contemplated what he should do. He could kill the kid, but then those people he was with last night would wonder where he was! So, that was a no go. He knew people as seen them leave together.....ah, he was so fucked. Getting out of bed, he was still naked and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew at least, he couldn't let the boy leave. If he left then he would go tell everyone....even if he told him not to, how could he trust him. Grabbing his boxers off the floor, he put them on and sighed, blue eyes looking up at the naked boy in his bed. He was so cute, that Nicholas could understand why he brought him home to fuck and play with. Licking his lips, he grabbed his jeans off the floor and put them on to. Go back to sleep if you want, cause you're not going anywhere anyway He said, his voice thick with his accent as he looked over the edge of the loft. Ok, his leather jacket as on the floor down there, that was good at least he knew where his gun was. Clumping on his untied boots, he headed for the steps to go downstairs. He couldn't just let this boy run free, till he had made it clear to him that is he remotely spoke about this, or even WHISPERED to anyone that this took place he would hunt him down and kill him. But at the moment, he needed to make sure all his drugs and his gun was in that jacket and that the other hadn't robbed him. Grabbing the jacket off the floor, he pulled out his gun and sat it on the counter, along with lots of money and just a little bit of drugs left.
Thread: *Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

Rave watched as the other looked away from him. He was confused why exactly he was staring at him. Sure they had sex and he was sure he had scratches and bite marks all over him but still, he didnt have to stare. Tilting his head to the side as the other moved to the edge of the bed. Now he was staring but he looked away, glancing at the floor for his clothes. He saw his pants and boxers, his tank top. No long sleeved shirt or shoes, those were probably downstairs. At least he knew those were still here and not somewhere else. He was in the process of reaching down to grab his boxers when he heard the other male. Excuse me? He demanded, sitting up at looking at the other. Unless were going to have sex again I dont think so. Even then Rave had to get home before his friends came to his apartment wanting to know what happened to him. He remembered telling them he was going to the bathroom and then not going back, instead going home with this guy. He was going to leave even if he had to climb out the window and scale down the side of the building to get out. Wouldnt be the first time he had gone home with somebody and left through the window and down the building. Sitting on the bed he watched the other go downstairs before he took action. Pulling on his boxers and tight pants he quickly grabbed his tank top and pulling that on over his chest. Feeling his pants pockets he felt his phone but not his wallet. Fuck. That had probably fallen out and it had his drug money. Enough that would help him get through the next two weeks until his parents sent him more money. Fuck he couldnt leave without the money and his ID at least. That and he needed his shoes. Standing up he walked quietly over to the edge, looking down below at the blonde. There was a gun on the counter, next to money and drugs. But the gun was what stood out. Standing back away so he wasnt seen he ran his hands through his hair. Sunt att de futut, he muttered to himself. There was no way the other was going to let him go downstairs, grab his wallet, shoes, and other shirt, and then run for it. Not with a gun on the counter in easy reach for the other. Looking over the edge again he saw his wallet sitting there on the floor near the door. Fuck his shoes he could just grab his wallet and bolt out the door and hope he didnt get shot. Taking a deep breath he walked downstairs as quiet as he could, his goal to get to his wallet and then bolt out the door. He had more shoes at his apartment and he could just buy new ones. Staring at his wallet he walked past the other, plan already set in his head. Translation I am so fucked
Thread: *Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

Nicholas shoot the other male a harsh gaze when he said he didn't think so. One that spoke volumes, like 'don't fucking tell me what you're doing' He was already on edge on what to do about this and he wasn't sure how to go about it. Yea....he could tell this boy to not say anything, or he would kill him. What if the boy did talk?! Then he would have to kill him and the person he told! While a part of Nicholas was in shambles because, he knew....he brought this boy home for a reason.....he had liked him before the sex. He liked the way the boy looked....with his slim body and light features...that dark hair. He didn't want to have to hurt this kid..... As he walked down the steps, and into the small kitchen to make sure his gun was there. Still loaded, and he turned on the safety and sat it back down. There also seemed to be alot more money then when he left, more less drugs. So, he must have sold alot while he was out partying last night. God, how many people saw him with this kid?! He had to be hanging off of him all night!! The only thing Nicholas could remember was stalking the boy to the bath room and attacking him there first. Kissing him wantonly and pinning him against the wall. And only took him home for more fun....and based off the hickey on his neck and the nail marks in his skin....it had been fun. Counting out his cash, he heard the boy coming down the metal steps, but he didn't look up. He was still thinking, still contemplating what to do. He would have to insure this boy would never speak about him to others. Looking up, he watched as the other boy went to his wallet slowly and towards the door. Cocking a brow, he licked his lips. Where are you going? He asked, that accent huge as he sat his money down on the counter. He didn't grab his gun however...he could rush the gap between him and the other male in no time flat, and he had a feeling he was going to have to. And grab the other hard. His body was ready to run, every nerve in him screaming that he couldn't let the other go. He couldn't allow him to ruin everything that his life was. And that was just...what this was. He was going to ruin it. And he must be stopped.
Thread: *Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

Rave made a face at the other when he got that harsh gaze. He wasnt just going to stay because he was told to, he had other things to do and didnt like being told what to do. He just wasnt the kind of person to stay all day with somebody after he slept with them, even with the great sex. They really had amazing sex from what he could remember. They both had marks from each other from what Rave could tell just by looking at the taller male. Fuck he hadnt even gotten his name. Well that shouldnt matter too much should it? He planned to leave with or without his permission. Seeing the gun made him want to leave. Guns were not his thing and he didnt like the idea that he might be forced to stay because he could be held at gun point. Why did he even care if he left? What the hell was he so worried about him doing? The guy was the one who pinned him against the wall and kissed him. If anything Rave should be more worried about him being willing to shoot him with that gun. The gun was what Rave was more worried about. His shoulder shot up to his ears as he was caught getting near the door. Fuck, so close. Turning, he shoved his wallet into his back pocket and looked at the other. I said I was going to leave so Im to leave, he said, backing up closer to the door. He wanted to go, so he was going to leave. So Im going to go now. It was fun. The other looked determined to keep him here and looked ready to rush him just to keep him from going. Whatever he was planning to do Rave would have to get the door open and run for it. Four years of high school track and cross country couldnt fail him this time. Watching the other he reached over and unlocked the door, eyes never leaving him. He was ready to throw open the door and run as fast as he could.
Thread: *Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

Oh, yea....the sex had been great. Really...fucking wonderful and Nicholas ached from it. The boy was skilled and when they were drunk and fucked up it was even more great. Wild rides and hard fucking with nasty words. It was a problem that Nicholas couldn't remember the others name either and took a deep breath as he watched the other pick up his wallet and go for the door. His shoulder squared off, and he boots turned as he watched like a wolf. Hearing the boy, he shook his head. Yea, it was fun. But you're not going anywhere. He said as he moved closer as the boy put his hand on the door. As soon as those fingers touched the door nob, he was rushed. Nicholas ran at him, not that it was the boys fault that Nicholas brought him back here....he had been the one that fucked up with this but he would be damned if it was going to ruin his whole life. By some boy that would tell his friends everything, or even the cops if he got wind of Nicholas being a drug dealer for the Russian mob. As soon as the door opened, and it did as the boy would try to escape he reached out and snatched him by his hair, and arm and he growled and yanked him back into the apartment. Tossing him onto the floor as he slammed the door back shut and locked it once more. I said, You're staying here!! Not till I figure out what to do with you!! He snapped as he clumped his boots over to the smaller boy So, you best behave! Or I'll have to fucking kill you....and I don't really want to do that... He said, a side ways smile coming to his face as he pinned the boy down by his boot.
Thread: *Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

Sex was wonderful, not being able to leave was not. No matter how much he was in pain from the sex. His body ached, he felt drained but prepared to run for it. The other was good looking but still he wanted him to stay here when Rave didnt want to. He was ready to run for it as soon as he got the door open but the other didnt seem to want him to go. He had turned and looked more prepared to run after him. Uh, yeah I am, he stated. Rave half jumped and jerked open the door, getting part way out before he was grabbed and thrown back in. His back hit the floor and he groaned a bit, cursing in Romanian at the guy. So much for the front door. It looked like he was going to have to get out another way. The window option was looking pretty good right about now but hed have to wait to do that. Fuck maybe he should text his friend and SOS to help him figure out how to get out of here. But he couldnt move too much thanks to the boots over him and him being held down. What the hell do you mean figure out what to do with me? Rave demanded as he looked up at him. He didnt understand why the other had to figure out what to do with him. They had sex, the other gave his friends and him free drugs, sold some drugs to his friends. Fuck he was a drug dealer. So that wasnt really that bad to him. Rave was a drug addict, he knew not to sell out dealers. Can you get your feet off me now? Im pretty sure youre stepping on one of your bite marks.
Thread: Arrabella's lesbian and futa request thread

Bumping! p.s. Fleetgirl - you PM'ed me but you have your profile set to decline all messages, I cannot reply.
Thread: Arrabella's lesbian and futa request thread

Bumping, if I don't find a couple of partners this time I might have to shudders write a list of pairings.
Thread: The Bloodstone Agenda II [TheCorsair, SurrealObsession]

Wine, he said. Vin jaune - a Chteau-Chalon 83 would be best. Two glasses. The speaker was tall and deceptively lean, wearing a hunter grean trench coat over a black suit. His hair was long and dark, his eyes piercing and of indeterminate color, and the faint smile on his lips made him appear to be amused by some private joke. Uhm... the bartender said, considering. We don't have anything like that. The man in green and black have an elaborate sigh. What barbarians. Could you, at least, be more specific? More specific? Yes. The man in green and black rested a hand on the bar, close enough for Roberta to feel the warmth of his skin. Is it Chteau-Chalon 83 you lack? Or is it any form of a vin jaune ? Or, All-Father forbid, is it wine ? We have wine, the bartender answered. Not much call for it here, though. I'd have to look and see what... Spare me. The man in green and black considered the five different beers on tap, and the multiple bottles of liquor, and shook his head. Let me see... I believe I'll have... Here, he made a great show of seeming to have just noticed Roberta. The lady! he finished. I'll have whatever she has, and I'll offer her another of the same. The bartender looked confused, and the man in green and black sighed again. Bring me, he said, speaking slowly and clearly, a glass of whatever it is my lady here is drinking. And bring her another glass as well. You exist to take orders, do you not? How do you make a living, unable as you are to comprehend simple instructions? The bartender's eyes flashed angrily and he might have said something, but the man in green and black made a gesture and sent him on his way. Then he seated himself on the stool next to Roberta and gave her a smile. You are hardly alone, he said with a smile. I... how did you phrase it? I fucking hate them, too. A pause. Whyever would you lower yourself to mingling with the likes of these... these cattle?
Thread: The Bloodstone Agenda II [TheCorsair, SurrealObsession]

Normally, Bobby wouldn't respond to the whole what's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this style of flirtation. But this man did it with such style that the moment he slid onto the barstool, all pomp and arrogance, she found herself intrigued. It was clear that he was not playing a part, but completely dominated the room with the force of his personality. He was certainly the most interesting man in the bar. She watched him order what she was having - another tactics that would have only worked for him - before he turned his attentions on her entirely. Her eyebrow flicked up at his question, amused. They are all cattle, she replied simply, running a finger along the rim of her glass. Not just here, but everywhere. If I were to stop lowering myself, I would have to find a deserted island to build my home. Besides... The barman had returned with two glasses and was glaring. She batted her lashes and smiled at him, immediately watching the tension in his shoulders melt away, his face taking on a stupid, lovesick grin. Her finger flicked, as though flipping him away, and he turned to do her bidding at once, leaving them to their conversation. Her smile turned to a look of distaste. ...playing with them is so much fun. Usually. She took a sip from her fresh drink, turning to face the man fully. One leg crossed over the other as she considered him. He was attractive and well dressed, his pale face a picture of certainty. But it was the air about him that interested her the most. That, and the fact that she had no doubt that he had picked up on the secret behind her control. Most assumed she was just some femme fatale able to control men through the power of sex appeal. The way he was looking at her, she was sure he knew she was a mutant. Was he one, as well? Speaking of which, why are you sitting here among the chaff?
Thread: The Bloodstone Agenda II [TheCorsair, SurrealObsession]

He laughed delightedly at her final question. What am I doing among the cattle? Why, Bobby, I have been going up and down in the Earth, walking too and fro. He sipped his drink, and the laughter died away. What is this excerable beverage? No, no, don't tell me. I doubt I wish an answer. He traced a pattern above his glass, and the liquid within changed color. He sipped it again, and sighed in pleasure. Much better. I never did master the 'water to wine' trick, but 'rotgut to mead' serves quite well. He took another sip, then turned a little to face her. But, to answer your question, I've no interest in the Carpenter's sheep at all. I merely mingle with his flock, seeking wolves. Quite frankly, he looked her over. But this wasn't - entirely - the sort of look that a beautiful woman in a little red dress ordinarily gets from a man. Oh, of a certainty he took his time looking at long, shapely legs and dark, lustrous hair and all points of interest inbetween. But there was an appraisal in his look as well, as if he were considering a new car or a new partner. A wolf, he continued. A bored wolf who dresses as a sheep, enticing them to come willingly to their dooms, and who longs to do more. He raised his glass, drained it, and lifted an eyebrow. Would you know anyone like that, Bobby Cart?
Thread: Zayla's Punishment - Part 1

I'd read part two.
Thread: Zayla's Punishment - Part 1

Awesome! I'll be sure to finish it then. I was debating not writing it because I wasn't sure if anyone was going to be interested.
Thread: Zayla's Punishment - Part 1

Good story - I would like to read Part Two as well...
Thread: Zayla's Punishment - Part 1

I...don't often read smut and I disliked the theme world domination for women but I read the whole thing and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me... feel things... blush
Thread: I'll do your fetish. REOPEN

RE looking for quick sex filled rp. MXF, FXF, FXFUTA Bump. Big edit
Thread: I'll do your fetish. REOPEN

RE FXFUTA only Bumping big edit with name change!
Thread: I'll do your fetish. REOPEN

RE I'll do your fetish. The edit everyone will like.
Thread: I'll do your fetish. REOPEN

Bump. I'm not lying. Try me this thread can be gone in a snap if I wanted