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Thread: Dom partner wanted for elf Rp

Bumpy love. Still hoping for a Dom partner for this
Thread: Dom partner wanted for elf Rp

still looking
Thread: Dom partner wanted for elf Rp

Bumpy love
Thread: Dom partner wanted for elf Rp

Love it all. Have PM'd you.
Thread: Dom partner wanted for elf Rp

Still looking for partner for the first plot. any takers?
Thread: Project Phoenix (Fetwick x  RyncolKicker)

Garrett Prowse. Five foot ten, a hundred and sixty pounds. Caucasian. Green eyes, brown hair. L2 Biotic. You're a dangerous one, aren't you Mr. Prowse? It says here you were apart of the team that took Chairman Burns hostage on MSV Ontario. You're lucky Shepard spared you, and you're also lucky C-Sec didn't notice a slight error in their records. Once you sign these papers, you will be officially apart of Project Phoenix. If not, I'm sure there's a lonely krogan waiting in a C-Sec cell for you. Should you choose to join, the only way to quit, is termination. Is that clear? the voice over the intercom exclaimed. Crystal. Garrett replied sloppily writing out his signature on the electronic pad laid out before him. Good. Testing begins immediately. Before Garrett figured out what was happening, a dampening field was fired out as they put a bag over his head and injected him with a sleep serum. When he awoke, the stubble of his chin had grown into a 5 o' clock shadow. As Garrett raised a hand to scratch it, he found his wrists and ankles bound to a medical table with straps. They had even removed the small combat knife from his combat boots. And I just signed on for my death... it's a shame I'm going to die in an alliance standard issue uniform. he muttered to himself, his ears perking when the echo of footsteps started to make their way towards his direction.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Sorry if the post is a little lacking. Roger had always been a deep sleeper most of his life. He could vaguely hear the pounding on the door, but it was distant, and at first he thought it was part of whatever dream he was having. After a while, however, his eyes slowly opened hazily, and the pounding was still echoing softly from downstairs. He groaned out loud as he realized it was someone knocking on his door. Then he heard the voice, which startled him to partial alertness. He quickly put two and two together and realized that it was his sister who was making the racket. He glanced over at the clock, realizing the time. What the hell was she doing, banging on his door at 2 AM? Better yet, what was she doing here at ALL?! He slowly rose from bed as the pounding and yelling grew more frantic, throwing aside the covers that had been tangled around his sleeping form, having gotten caught due to his restless sleep habits. He didn't bother with any kind of shoes, as his house had a lot of carpet, something he'd chosen on purpose for that exact reason. As he walked to the stairs, he became more alert, knowing it would be difficult for him to go back to sleep after this fiasco. He grumbled a little bit as he finally made his way to the front door, reaching out to open it. When he opened the door, he was surprised by the sight, and what little grogginess that was left in him was washed away. He had thought he was going to be seeing his little tomboy sister. What she was dressed in was....well, it was feminine he'd give her that. He never thought she'd really turn to such revealing clothes. When he spoke, he was so confused that he didn't know what to say first. Susan, what are you.....why are you.... Roger shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts, before composing himself a little better. He stepped to the side, waving Susan into the house. Whatever it is we need to talk about, the doorway isn't the place for it. Come in and sit down. Shut the door on the way in and lock it. With that established, Roger made his way to the family room, not too far from the front door to sit on the couch. He was dressed in simple night attire, a worn T-Shirt and some boxers. His build or frame wasn't all that large, but he was taller at almost 6 feet with blonde hair and blue eyes. He'd never been much for the outdoors, so he didn't have much muscle mass, but he did seem to keep a healthy figure overall. He had been the same pretty much throughout his childhood and even college, a creature of habit in his attire as well, preferring simpler, lighter clothing to anything too fancy. He was all about comfort over style. So, you say Mom kicked you out? I'd heard from her that you two had been having arguments, but I didn't imagine it would get this bad.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Susan's laugh was more of a snort. Arguments? She's a bitch to me! That's not an argument, that's just a control freak who doesn't want to let her daughter grow up normally! Susan didn't mean to but she slammed the door shut, then locked it as gently and carefully and gently as she could, like it could balance out the noise of the slam. Careful with her heels on the thick carpet, she sauntered into the room where he sat with arms and legs spread out comfortably on his couch, his hair a mess and dressed like a drunken frat boy even though she was pretty sure he was stone cold sober. Good old Roger. Susan approached the couch and sat down next to him, not so prim and lady like the way she would around regular guys, but like his little sister again, craving the feeling of being with good old Roger again. I'm not going back. She just said it. No sense even letting him consider it. She won't let me see my boyfriend, won't let me dress the way I want or act the way I want. Who needs her? And you know I won't put up with that. She knows it too, that I won't give in. She still calls me 'Stubborn Susan'. She looked around the place, all the new furniture. The older brothers of so many friends had moved out and she'd seen them take ratty old family couches and beds and chipped tables and stuff with them. Roger's apartment seemed to gleam with niceness and newness, even at 2am. He'd always been cut out for something different, something better, not like the other boys she knew, a big brother she could be proud of. You're doing ok, you know Rog? So, which room can I crash in? You won't even know I'm here.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Roger winced a little when the door was slammed shut, but didn't say anything. It was better then having her shouting at his front door at 2 AM and waking more of the neighbors. In a way, he was glad to see her again, although he was still recovering from the shock of seeing her dressed the way she was. He had been so used to the tomboy. What he'd seen on his doorstep was not that girl. He could see why their mother called her a tramp. By his standards, she wasn't, but it was provocative to the eyes. Before he could speculate of the matter further however, he snapped back to reality as his sister commented on his place. He smiled a little bit. It was true, he had been doing quite well for himself. He was proud of that fact. His only regret was that he was single in a large house like this, with no one to share it with save the occasional friend that visited...and even that was fairly brief in itself. He was lonely in that sense. He let Susan vent a little, listening to her, but also thinking to himself carefully. He loved his mother, and he didn't like that the two of them were fighting. But he also loved his sister, and didn't want to see her homeless. Even before Susan had kind of thrust the idea upon him that she would be staying, he'd decided to say yes to the request. What was the harm he thought. If only he could see what would arise from his sister's most recent behavior. Well, Susan.....I have a few. I do have a guest bedroom you can sleep in for a while. That can be your bedroom. Richard rose from the couch and motioned for Susan to follow. The guest bedroom was in the hall, and while it wasn't too large, it was decently sized to accommodate certain things like a small desk and a closet for some clothing. Across from it some distance down the hall was the bathroom which had a shower and other necessities. If you need pajamas, I do have a spare bathrobe you could borrow. Come to think of it, what other clothes do you have? I don't see you with a bag...
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Roger simply nodded as he went upstairs to where he kept his normal wardrobe. As he was going upstairs, he couldn't help but worry a little about the situation he was getting into. Susan seemed different to him since the last time they'd met, and it wasn't just the way she dressed. He couldn't put his finger on it as he reached the top of the stairs and turned into his bedroom. Maybe....maybe it was her assertiveness. She hadn't normally been this aggressive, and she'd made herself at home quite quickly. He was hoping it wouldn't be an issue. He did love his sister, so he would let her stay as long as she wanted in the house. Looking through the closet, Roger picked up a particular set of shirts. These were large T-Shirts that could act as short skirts for Susan. The bathrobe he'd thought of early he'd just remembered was in the washing machine, not ready to be worn. He frowned a little bit looking at the shirts. They would work for now, he thought, but even though they were large, they came just below Susan's ass by a fraction of an inch..meaning if she bent over he was going to get a show. He sighed. They would have to do given the current situation. He gathered a few of them in his arms and made his way back downstairs. When he reached downstairs, he wearily tossed the shirts at Susan, making sure to do so slowly so she could catch them. She looked tired to him. He didn't blame her she'd had a long long night, and a dramatic one at that. Yawning and stretching, he turned around to go back to his own bed. I know they're not much, but it's better then nothing. Sleep well, Susan.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Sorry the posts are spread so apart, I get busy with work a lot. Roger was actually somewhat surprised that Susan had missed the last T-Shirt, although the clumsy show did manage to make him laugh a soft laugh at the scene. She had changed, changed from the tomboy into a girl. He would miss the tomboy, but he hoped that the sister he knew was still in there somewhere. He had wanted to stick around and chat, but fatigue was beginning to wash over him once again, and he found that he could barely keep his eyes open. He trudged back upstairs to where his bedroom was located, and simply flopped onto the bed headfirst, not really worrying about closing the door for privacy, he was so tired. His own dream was fuzzy and vague, and when he would awaken, he would not remember the details, only that his morning wood seemed..stiffer. When he awoke, the first rays of sunlight were peering through his window, and he groggily tried to wake himself up. It took some time for him sitting up to achieve this feat, as he was somewhat sleep deprived and never really had been a morning person. Eventually he could see straight and slipped out of bed, walking over to the closet to change into a fresh pair of clothes. It was a quick process as he peeled off his shirt and threw it into his hamper along with the pajama bottoms he used to sleep in, quickly putting on a different T-Shirt with some jeans and socks. With this, he made his way downstairs, guided by the scent of food being made in the kitchen. Seemed like she was already making herself at home. That was fine by him, though he would have to remember to buy more food now that there were two people living in the house. When he finally made it into the kitchen, he was greeted by the sight of Susan in one of the T-Shirts, having by now found the eggs he kept in the fridge. He tried to stock on REAL food instead of junk food to add some variety to his diet. He sat down in the chair that would be opposite of Susan, rubbing his eyes a little to get the sleep dust out of them. You're already up? I thought you would have been asleep still, given your long night.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Susan heard him shuffling into the kitchen but played it cool. She was just so happy to be out from under Mom's thumb. As Roger sat down, Susan could see he seemed pleased with the food. That was good. She wanted to stay on his good side as much as possible because there was no way she was going home to live with that Wicked Witch of the Wast again. He looked a little bit groggy so she poured him a cup of coffee and slid it over to him along with some eggs she hadn't taken for her own plate yet. She tugged her tshirt back in place after pushing the cup and the eggs to him, feeling it ride up. Tshirts and jeans, and yet he was so successful? Why didn't it matter how boys dressed? It was like they could wear whatever they wanted, wherever they felt like it and nobody gave a damn, but she wore just one short skirt, tried on a fancy pair of heels she was planning to take back anyway, and it was suddenly like the whole world was going to end because of it. But it wasn't Roger's fault, she didn't resent her brother's success, and actually, it was a good look for him, relaxed and confident. For the first time, she could actually see the part of him that could lead in a company, that people would trust. She smiled at his greeting. Well, I'm not a lazy sleep-all-morning type like you, apparently. She stuck out her tongue at him, an old favorite that used to get his goat even though he was older, mostly because Mom always blamed him, the mature one, for not stopping it. Back before Mom started hating everything she did. It seemed so long ago. Seriously though, I have to send some texts, and I wanted to make sure you had some breakfast when you woke up. I didn't want you to have to eat stupid granola bars on the run, or whatever you big time business guys do. And I was just excited to be here. You don't know how bad it was. I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here. She sipped her own cup as she waited for him to dig in, to taste how fluffy the eggs were. Mom had showed her the trick with the milk. Then, when she hoped she had his good will, So, how soon do you have to be in to work? Is there any chance you could get my stuff from Mom before you go in? She had texted Josh earlier where she was, along with a few risque comments she'd erased immediately in case her phone fell into the wrong hands, and they'd arranged he would skip school along with her today, play hooky together. He had the use of his older brother's car today so he could pick her up. Or they could just stay here. She smiled to herself at the thought. But she didn't really want him seeing her in the same outfit she wore the night before, not if she could get Roger to pick up the rest of her nice things first. She smiled at Roger, her head tilted a little, eyes big. Please? It always worked.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Roger smiled and nodded in thanks as Susan slid him a plate of food and coffee, picking up his fork and casually digging into the contents. He resisted the urge to chuckle as she tried to adjust the t-shirt she was wearing, knowing it was something that he had given her as an option to wear, since he didn't exactly have that many women's clothing laying around. He did laugh at the sleep all morning comment, however, since it was true, giving her a playful middle finger that she knew was his regular response to her tongue taunting. He had always slept through mornings, at least when he was with his mother. I've gotten better at getting up when I have to check in for work every now and then. When he started putting the eggs in his mouth, his taste buds greeted him with a pleasant surprise, the eggs having been seasoned quite well and the right amount of milk used. He had always been a half decent cook, able to make food for himself of some basic nutritional value. Only his mother, and apparently his sister, had the real talent to make it taste good. The eggs did not last long as he chewed quickly and shoved them into his mouth, leaving him to sip on his coffee. When his sister mentioned getting her clothes and work, he knew it was coming. Even as a tomboy, she'd always been a sweet talker. It was a talent of hers, and it worked quite often, even on Roger. In this case, he didn't mind doing what she asked. I have all the time I need. I work from home, Susan, so technically speaking, this whole house is my office. That's why I don't own any 'work attire' as I call it. When he was finished with his coffee, Roger got up and grabbed his keys from the holder mounted on the wall for his car and door. Putting them on a key ring attached to the belt loophole on his jeans, he turned to Susan with a more serious look. When I get back, I need to cover a few ground rules, OK? I'm more then happy to let you stay, but there are a few things I need honored. I'll see you once I get back from Mom's place.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Susan sat and watched with pleasure how Roger wolfed down the food she'd made him. Hopefully she could be at least a little useful for him too, enough that he'd put up with her and not send her out into the streets -- no way was she going home now. Roger's explanation of how he worked from home totally took Susan by surprise. I didn't know you work from home! I thought... well, I don't know what I thought but I guess... I just hadn't really talked to you much recently have I? I'm sorry about that, I hope we can catch up a little while I'm here. I missed you. Thank you so much for helping me and picking my stuff up. But he didn't just say You're welcome, like he was supposed to. It was like he felt responsible or something. Rules. Stupid rules. She looked back at him plaintively, but she needed him, needed his place. Ok, well, we can talk about your rules when you get back. No sooner was he out and she had the door locked that she threw a few pillows in the air and jumped on the couch, yelling I'm free! I'm free! She knew the tshirt rode up but now that she was alone she didn't care. Finally, breathless and the exuberance out of her system, she sat down and reached for her phone on the end table. It didn't take long to make the connection -- she kept Josh in prime position in her speed dial. Josh? Yeah, yeah, it's me! Everything's fine. I'm out of her house. No more stupid Mom rules. He's letting me stay here. She listened. I don't know how long. As long as I can stay on his good side I guess, but I've always had him wrapped around my little finger. He's always adored me. Big brother, little sis thing, you wouldn't understand. You just have little brothers who are only good for punching practice. Josh was mean for sure to his younger brothers, but it was cute. It would take Josh awhile to get there, but they would still probably have at least an hour or probably two before Roger could possibly get back -- Mom was a talker, especially with Roger. Susan wished she had something other than what she'd worn the previous night, something to entice Josh with. He loved being surprised by her new looks, little change in her hair or makeup, seeing she cared how she looked to him. And she loved how he loved it. In the end, she decided to be daring. She was an independent girl now, so why not. When the doorbell rang, she opened it wearing just the tshirt and her panties, and a huge smile. Josh was in his jeans and leather jacket, his hair parted just so with some gel giving it body on top. She practically threw herself at him and he wrapped her up in his arms, kicked the door closed behind him, and carried her to the couch, where they made out as if they hadn't seen each other in 12 hours, when in fact it was really only about 11. With his hands under the shirt, stroking her back, holding her so tight she felt he'd never let her go, it was easy to lose track of time kissing Josh. And it didn't matter really, she had no school today and Roger wouldn't be back for, well, awhile at least.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Roger couldn't hear his sister's jumps and shouts for joy through the closed door, focused on getting his keys out to open the car. He was wary of going to his mother's house for the errand. He didn't dislike his mother. In fact, they got along very well. But he knew that for her to have kicked out Susan it must have been fairly bad. He would find out when he got there, he supposed. He did look forward to talking to her in person again, since they rarely got to see one another anymore. Opening the door to his red car, he jumped in and slammed the door shut, his engine starting up with a loud roar when he turned the ignition, driving carefully out of the driveway to his house. The drive over was not fun for him. It wasn't that he was disliking or regretting the errand. It was the city he lived in it was filled with the worst drivers he'd ever seen. Getting cut off three times a day by people running the red lights was a norm for him, and his mother lived quite a distance away. He checked his rear view mirror constantly, and was paranoid about taking a light unless traffic had completely stopped in one direction. Even if he had the right of way in some lanes, he would let people through just to ensure that he wouldn't crash into them if they decided to be bold. It was in this manner he finally arrived at his mother's house a little later then expected. When he knocked on the door his mother was quick to answer, and they embraced on the doorstep before she motioned him inside. They sat to chat for a while, catching up on things like normal current events and the daily happenings of their lives before the subject eventually turned to Susan. What his mother had to say was not flattering, although she had more bad things to say about her new boyfriend Josh. It seemed like she was being a bad influence on Susan, and that she was doing all of this behavior and dressing up to please him. As they went around the house collecting her wardrobe, he could see what she meant. The attire was quite risque for the most part, and some of it in his opinion was downright slutty. Personally, he didn't mind the look on women at all, but it was an unusual change for his sister. Still, though, he didn't want to judge her. It seemed unfair to go based solely on what their mother said. He'd wait to see how she acted and what she did before making a judgment. Finally, after some more chatting with his mother, he finally left, later then he expected.