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Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

It was a relief hearing the Lord Derby's response was a favorable one. All of his response. This man loved to talk. The offer of contacts was the only thing really worth noting. And the fact that a man a fraction Frances' age was referring to him as boy was a little irritating but he'd grown to accept that sort of thing. He could see that there were many who wanted to say one thing or another to him so he went for the easy out. He quickly reached out to the women and tossed his satchel to the butler. The motion of his arms worded off two other men who wanted to make their presence and name known to him. It's an honor to meet you, my lady. He addressed the mother first and kissed her hand with only the most necessary of motions so he could turn his attention to The lady of the hour. He took Delila's hands. I apologize for interrupting... your party. May I impose on you further for a dance?
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

His kind gesture actually seemed to make her mother sort of banish some thoughts of his improper entrance as his kindness seemed to dazzle her. Of course she was thinking that a man of his stature definitely knew his place among nobles which nonetheless allowed her to smile a further proper smile rather than meek one from earlier. My my, such proper manners from the likes of you, I'm bewildered. That was the closest she could give to a compliment for a man like him, well that of which she could tell from first impressions and appearance. Though suffice to say his taste in wine definitely won Lord Derby over as well as his intention for intruding into their gathering the way he did, all of which were forgiven given his 'vigilante' tendency--as they were dubbing it in their minds. Lila looked at the man before her, a little stunned when he took her hands and she managed a small gulp. What a touch. She smiled gently, dimples appearing on her cheeks from such a smile, the very smile that seemed to make many suitors want to come hither, much to her dismay. No apology necessary. She said softly, humbly dismissing it. It'd be no imposition whatsoever. I'd love a dance. Had any other man asked her, she might have said yes, but of course they wouldn't. They were far too busy imparting their less than welcomed wisdom on her, as well as their vain conversations of themselves, doing nothing but. It's as if they felt need to sell themselves further to her which was their greatest mistake, as she had no interest to really know them in the first place. Looking to her father in a gracious act to seek permission, he nodded reluctantly and her mother did not look too pleased for her daughter to dance with a 'commoner' looking man, despite his heroic ambition but she agreed nonetheless. Looking back at him, her smile all the more eminent, she nodded to him. She was looking forward to this. Sure, the dances may seem a bit uptight but it had to be better than standing backed in a corner all night as she listened to some Duke or Lord rant on about their many mundane accomplishments, all of which seemed to dissipate compared to this man. He knew the world.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

As the music began to play Frances took Delila's hand and put his hand on the small of her back. He lifted her off the floor only slightly and moved her away from her parents to the middle of the dance floor. As he set her back down and began to dance he whispered a question in here ear. Is that better?
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

Lila let him take her hand and also found it shocking to feel his hand on the small of her back as they moved. It was even more stunning when he lifted her off of the floor but seemingly taking her away from her parents and actually being on the dance floor. Her cheeks colored a faint hue of red and she smiled gently, nodding her head slowly. Thank you. She whispered and for the first time that night since she had left the balcony before being forcibly taken back into the gathering by her mother, she could breathe and that was made evident when she let out a soft exhale out, mostly of relief.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

The dance was a slow one. Frances remained silent as he danced with her. This wasn't about his story or his plans for the ripper. He gazed into Delilah's eyes and was completely focused on making her happy. He was a perfect gentleman to her for at least this time. You're so pretty when you're happy.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

Lila danced the soft and slow danced with him, her entire being so warm beside him. Looking at him, she felt her cheeks flush, the way his eyes were locked on hers and she bit her lower lip hard. His compliment made her smile and she looked down bashfully, swallowing hard, staring at their moving feet. I think you're far too kind.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

As the song ended Frances released Delilah's waist but still held her hand. He kissed it before letting go. Thank you so much for the dance, my lady. With that his ear was commanded by three men who wanted to join in his endeavor. They were quite persistent that he hear their proposal now.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

After the song came to an end and she felt him release her though not her wrist, she looked at him and watched him. She felt as if her breathing stop for a minute and she just nodded to him. Please, the pleasure was all mine. She said softly and as his hand left hers, she swallowed hard, watching him go off. She just turned her back to him and the chatty men and clasped her hands together in front of her, walking away from the dance floor. She looked back over her shoulder at him once more, stealing a glance before she turned to face front, finding her mother right before him. Mother. She breathed and put her hand over her chest, over her heart from being startled. You gave me a fright. Lady Derby raised a brow at her daughter and roughly grabbed her wrist. Wipe that rosiness off of your cheeks, straighten your posture. This is Lord Thomas Waverly. He's been inching to meet you. When they arrived before the dashing Lord, he nodded his head briefly to Lila but she did not offer the same clemency, much to her mother's dismay but she quickly left them alone. May I get you anything to drink? He asked. Ignoring her mother's earlier berating towards her drinking, she simply smiled a soft smile, tilting her head to the side a little bit. I'd love one.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

Frances had to deal with a few more offers of help. Some of them would actually come in handy, but most were just useless. He did manage to slip away from a few and find his way to Delila once again. He came from behind and placed one hand on her mouth and another lifting her. It was like flying just above the floor. Soon they were back to the patio where it had all started. I'm sorry for interrupting your talk, my lady Delilah, but I wanted to talk with you.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

A cup of wine was in her hands as she stood by the wall sipping it. Again, the usual charade began occasional nods here and there as well as sips of the delicious liquid in the cup and maybe some 'Oh's' or 'Interesting's.' Aside from that, he was just like all the other men her mother had forced her into conversation with. It's not just because they talked about themselves. It was that's all they did, because they only thought of themselves and their wealth as well as title, the many things they actually think women want. Maybe other women wanted that. Not her. To be honest, she didn't know what she wanted. What she knew was she didn't want to be handed around like a prized cattle to be gawked at. Suddenly, she was whisked away, the hand on her mouth startling her until she was let go and now on the balcony again where she had been earlier. She turned around and looked at him fuming at first until she realized it was him indeed. She calmed down and held her cup of wine to herself and sipped it before looking at him once again. You did? She asked softly, moving over to the stone ledge and leaned against it. And why's that? She asked softly. Although I should thank you again. You seem to be coming to my aid a lot tonight.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

I can't watch you suffer like that. You're only young for so long, you know? He held up a bottle of wine he somehow grabbed while snatching her up. You seemed to enjoy this, my lady. Would you like some more?
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

Lila sighed quietly and she just shrugged. It's not so terrible, I suppose. I mean, perhaps I should take it as the kindest compliment. She shook her head, before eyeing the bottle of wine he seemingly managed to swipe. How do you do that? She asked. How do you keep saving me and seeming to know what I like? Which the wine wasn't because she was dependent on it. It just made the conversations with those boring men a little bit more bearable and also since her mother didn't let her have any because it'd make her not beautiful anymore. And given that Lila was her mother's most precious jewel, the thought of that 'jewel' suddenly turning ugly was not very pleasing. I would. But I shouldn't. Though after finishing her cup of wine, she couldn't help but hold it empty and out to him, a gesture in which she was asking him to pour more. Maybe...one more wouldn't hurt. It helps. Makes this entire embarrassment less mundane.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

Frances was more than happy to pore the adorable little human a glass of wine. So, other than wine and the occasional act of disobedience what do you like to do? He was genuinely listening to her.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

Lila smiled at him and she sipped it slowly after he poured it and looked at him, giving a slight shrug. I am fond of the piano. Even if Mother did push that onto me like any mother would push that onto her daughter, I actually did grow to love it. I feel like I can escape for a little while when I'm playing. She said softly. Sewing is mundane. Writing is a little difficult to come by since I'm not too partial about arranging words, at least not on paper. And I could never paint properly to save my life. She laughed a little bit, shaking her head.
Thread: Darkened Hearts (Orcus/SHARPii)

Well I hope to hear you play some time during my stay. His smile was warm as she lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip. Wine wouldn't get him drunk but he could drink it at the very least. He was hoping for a sip of something sweeter though. A woman such as Delilah was captivating to a man such as Frances for more reasons than she might realize.
Thread: Daddy's Girl~me and Atlas Cruz

Mmmmm, feels so good..... Rebecca Storm said to herself as she slid into the cool water of the pool in the backyard of her rather large home. A girl going for a swim was by no means an odd sight. But what was uncommon with it, was the fact that it was not much past midnight. Still, it was normal for Rebecca. When she couldn't sleep for whatever reason, a quick dip in the pool always helped. It put her young body and mind at ease. And what a body she had. A lovely face with long blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. A firm, flat stomach thanks to her participation in sports throughout her high school years, along with long, slender legs, and a firm, tight ass. Though, what was definitely her most notable feature, was her exceptionally large and perky breasts, which were barely contained in the pink bikini top she wore. Her bottoms were just as skimpy. They covered more than a thong, but showed plenty of her fine behind, clinging and giving her a sexy wedgie, flimsy ties on each side being the only thing holding them on.
Thread: Daddy's Girl~me and Atlas Cruz

Jaster Storm was by no means anything less than composed. From the way he carried himself in public, to how he dealt with his family, he was always cool, calm, and collected. Until he was behind closed doors, and alone. He had many things that tended to bother him, but one of them was his most prominent issue. He rarely slept deeply like he used to. So whenever he would end up waking up, he would leave his wife's bed and try to find something to get him tired again. He was doing so one night, when he discovered a very different sight. His daughter, awake still, in the pool, in an outfit that could be called minimal censorship. Now, Jaster was a man, after all, and even though it was his daughter, he felt little shame in admitting that his daughter was extremely sexy. He didn't see it as a bad thing, but it actually was. Jaster is a man, after all. And when your wife of over 25 years decides that his days of getting laid are over, he started to get a little frustrated. Ok, VERY frustrated. But how was it his fault that even at his age, he still has a rampant sex drive. Not getting any really puts a damper on his mood and his mind. His mind became the devil's playground as well, filled with fantasies of fucking all of the women he knows into complete submission, even his own daughter. This used to disturb him a lot more, until he found out that the next door neighbor's wife had sex with her two sons daily, in order for them to focus more on their schooling. It was a nice premise, but Jaster didn't believe that it would work. On the contrary, sexual advances on your own children were another story. He walked out to the backyard and flipped on the lights inside the pool, leaning against a wall with a cup of water in his hand. As always, his voice was calm and collected, but he didn't sound critical or rude like this, thankfully. Becca, what are you still doing up? It's past midnight. Didn't you have something to do in the morning?
Thread: Daddy's Girl~me and Atlas Cruz

Rebecca couldn't help but jump a bit in the water when the lights suddenly came on, even though it was her beloved father's voice that followed. Oh.......uh........just couldn't get to sleep really. Don't know why, but just a bit restless, so I figure I'd come out for a quick dip to relax. I didn't wake you and mom, did I? she asked, standing now in the pool, about waist deep, which gave him an unobstructed view of her barely contained cleavage, soaking wet and glistening under the lights he had switched on. While she didn't really make any noise other than some light splashing, she had no clue why else her dad would be awake and down at the pool. She suspected nothing of the dirty thoughts that filled his mind from time to time. They had always been exceptionally close, even for family members, so she never wanted to displease him in any way.
Thread: Daddy's Girl~me and Atlas Cruz

No, honey, of course not. You know how I have trouble sleeping sometimes. But, this is perfect timing. Come out here and sit with me. I wanted to talk with you about something. He didn't really have a legitimate reason why he was about to attempt to seduce his daughter, but he did at the same time. She is incredibly sexy, his closest friend, next to his wife, and to be frank, Daddy was tired of waiting for a lay to come to him, so he was going to seek this one out for himself. A big part of him had screamed in his mind that he needed to stop while he was ahead, that incest was wrong. That thought was quickly quashed once the majority of his mind was occupied by one single thought. Me and Momma did damn good work with this one, and Daddy is about to receive his overtime pay. Good lord, the point was made, but I thought that wasn't as corny as it actually was. Whatever.
Thread: Daddy's Girl~me and Atlas Cruz

Oh, alright. Rebecca replied, wading over to the edge of the pool and pulling herself out, dripping wet as she stood before him, covered only in her little bikini as she strolled over to one of the pool chairs and took a seat, thinking little of what he wanted to talk about and just enjoying the cool night breeze on her wet skin. What is it daddy? she asked innocently, turning in her chair to face him, curious about just what he wanted to talk about at this time of night.
Thread: Seeking Original Stories, Fandom, and Pure Smut

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Thread: ready to blossom (pm to join)

Having a brother was never what Isabelle expected it to be. He was supposed to be someone older. Someone that would protect her. But Bennett...well he wasn't the biggest guy around. He was fit. Fast. But by no means the star quarter back or line man. He was handsome. But generally passive. Sweet. Not over protective like the brothers you see fighting guys off tooth and nail. Not that Belle had many too worry about. She did a good job deflecting them up until this point. She was eighteen, about to graduate and she was just now starting to curve in those key places. Most called it being a late bloomer. Isabella called it being cursed. For the past few weeks, a new level of stress rested on top of all her physics and calculus homework. Popularity. Isabelle plopped down on the wood splintered steps of her house, her blossomed chest heaving in the warm rays of the sun. She'd practically run home to avoid being stopped by one more guy trying to pick her up. It was as if someone had pulled a blanket off her head and the entire male population finally saw her as a woman...not just that androgynous girl that runs track and happens to be good at math. Her slender olive colored fingers shifted through her dark brunette locks and her green eyes shut as she leaned back on the steps. Maybe she was being paranoid. Maybe she just 'thought' she was being hit on. This was just one big mistake. Just breathe, Belle. You're over doing this. she mused to herself. Her body relaxed in its awkward position and her hands folded to rest on her baggy grey sweat shirt. It was Bennett's but she was sure he wouldn't notice. He was taking classes at the community college today. She hadn't a clue what time he was getting home, but she figured she'd return it to his room before then.
Thread: The Hunted

It was cool, and dark, the night air was thick with a dense fog that made it almost impossible to see anything. The city was full of people, hundreds upon thousands of people that moved from place to place and attracted attention as they strove to remain hidden and anonymous. One such person was not so lucky, whatever they had done, they had been targeted by one of the best. His name, was Falin , he had no middle or last name, it was only Falin, or Arrow as was his codename for business meetings. Falin had no life, not really, he only had his task, his job... and then his next job. Usually these jobs consisted of targets that needed to be kidnapped, or killed. And Falin was very good at his job. He was only twenty four, but he had been trained from birth to be the very best, the best assassin, the best Hunter, the best Killer. Falin was sitting on top of a building right then, stroking his specially made Bow and arrows. The bow was a snap and lock style, collapsible. It only took a firm shake for the bow to snap together perfectly in an elegant manner, and then a single press of a button and it was back to pocket sized and in it's special case along with the special arrows.... very special arrows and bow... Falin was no ordinary hunter after all. He smirked a little to himself as he gave the Bow another stroke, watching his target, Alex.. age seventeen. The poor little bastard had borrowed money from the wrong person, and now they wanted what they where owed. Falin was being payed to rough Alex up, kill him if he had to. Alex had saved his house, but not much would save him from the Mob. Falin smirked and shook his head as he slid off of the building, as effortlessly as a bounding deer, one did not train from birth to be a bumbling fool after all. Falin slid into the streets, tailing Alex as the boy made his way home, waiting for a few minutes after Alex went inside before moving forward, Bow in hand, arrows on his back, and his golden eyes filled with a biting cold that promised pain should Alex make the process more difficult. He pounded on the door, and then let himself in, his black and gold outfit giving his identity away. Arrow, the assassin, Arrow the Hunter... Arrow the murderer. good evening Alex. Falin purred, the tip of his Bow settling on Alex's neck. your past Due, ad the Bosses want what their owed. Falin stated, his eyes digging into Alex's. what shall I tell them Alex? Do you have their money? Or do I need to break something of yours? Your fingers maybe? Perhaps your legs?
Thread: The Hunted

It was a hard day and Alex was walking back home. He was coming back from work. Just ended some minutes ago and he was so so tired. The entire day he spend working, from 800 Am to right now at night. If only his parents were still alive... An year ago when Alex was sixteen his parents died in car accident... Alex was with them when this happened,but he survived and he had a scar on his chest that started from his chest and ended down to his belly. It wasn't pretty so he usually hid it under his clothes... Alex used some medical stuff so that his scar can disappears, and it was working, it was still visible, but not that much. Ok so when his parents died they left him some money, but he was so upset that he spend them all for whatever he wanted. If only he wasn't so stupid now he wouldn't be in this kind of situation. The problem was that he took a very big amount of money from the Mob. He had no choice, he was going to be kicked out from his house, cuz he hadn't paid for it and he had to do it... he had a job, but he still needed more money bad he even left school to make extra money, but they still weren't enough and now he owes a debt to the Mob... He hadn't payed them yet and it had been almost a month from when he was supposed to pay. He was sure that he will get in trouble, but he didn't knew when and where, always scarred, he couldn't even sleep well, always worried and always looking around for potential trouble. Alex ran a hand through his brown hair and took a deep breath as he was looking around. It was cold outside and he was wearing a white short sleeved shirt a black jacket on top that was zipped and a pair of jeans. Alex was worried, he hated when he had to come back from work at night, he thought that someone may kill him. But he didn't show his worries, he looked very calm. With his hand in his pockets he could see his house right now. The house was two floors and was pretty big with a lot of rooms. Alex stopped in front of the door and grabbed the key from his pocket and ulocked the door, coming inside and quickly closingit behind him. Alex turned on the lights and looked around. He was in the corridor and he unzipped his jacket and left it on a hanger. But then when he was about to go to the kitchen he heard someone entering his house and turned around and felt the tip of a bow touching his neck. Alex looked at the guy observing him very quick... just great that's what had to happen. Alex was scarred he didn't knew what to do. He stayed still not wanting to get in more trouble that he was. He knew what this guy wanted even before he tolled him. Alex sighed and looked at the guy with fear in his eyes ... No... I don't have the money He paused Please don't I will pay them once I get them please don't He said with fear in his voice thinking that he will probably get killed here.