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Thread: Requests of an Angel. (FxF, FxM and FxFuta)

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Thread: Requests of an Angel. (FxF, FxM and FxFuta)

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Thread: Requests of an Angel. (FxF, FxM and FxFuta)

Im up for any and all. I like the FxFuta the most though. Pm or reply if you want to do it
Thread: The Shy Librarian - Trix & Nos

The days seemed to pass, one after another, without note. Monday blended into Tuesday, Tuesday into Wednesday, and before you knew it, it was the end of next week and not much had happened. The East Point town library was a small thing, containing quite a few books mostly due to the efforts of the thrifty librarian that loved her job... in theory. Ella was suited for a bigger library than this, where people enjoyed books. Even a college library would have done. But this one wasn't much of one at all, and she could go a day or two without anyone coming in. It left her with far too much time on her free hands. Most days, that just meant a good bit of reading, but today... she'd brought with her some manner of erotic novel. Ella's eyes closed as she leaned her head against her desk. Her hand has slipped up the front of her thick green sweater, and then beneath her bra. The warmth and softness of her own breast filled her hand, her gentle fingers tweaking her nipple. Her other hand had delved below into her panties, her finger working tirelessly at her own clit. Her moans were small and breathy, thighs quivering around her hand as the latest scenes from the book played themselves over in her head. She just imagined some handsome man taking her out of this humdrum life she'd concocted in this town, and taking her for a life of adventure, excitement, and passionate love. She could just see it, her hands behind her back, leaned over a table as a strong body behind her gave her pleasure unending, not able to fight back, but god, she wouldn't want to... Her eyes unfocused and her mouth formed an O of pleasure as her finger slipped inside of herself, jilling herself vigorously as her orgasm washed over her. The wave of pleasure was followed up by a wave of shame as she guiltily pulled her fingers out of her wet snatch, and readjusted her clothing. Of course, no one was around to see any of that, which was a small mercy in and of itself. She stashed her erotic novel in her purse, which did a sterling job of hiding the few toys she'd started carrying with her. It wasn't very likely, she reflected as she made to close up the library, that any of that was going to happen. She was what would have come to mind if someone said librarian. Pale skin, with soft, mildly frizzy brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. Large glasses that hid intelligent green eyes, a thick green sweater, and a black skirt that fell to the ankles of her sensible shoes. She was a little bit on the chubby side, additionally, a fact not helped by the unflattering sweater and skirt that hid her from everyone's sight. She pressed her head against the glass of the door as she stood outside the library, having just locked it up. Ah, well. Such was life. It was time to head back home, make dinner, and watch a bit of TV. Same ol', same ol'. --------- Figure Ref
Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

The sun was shining in through the lab windows, giving a bit of a gleam to what always felt like a cramped room. The feel wasn't due to a lack of space, as the University had funded their department extremely well over ht past several years. Neither were there too many people aside from himself, there were only three other people in the room, diligently working on their research, or assignments...or just zoning out, as far as he knew. Right now, his only focus was on the work in front of him, gingerly dropping one chemical into the bowl in front of him. The heat of the day, or of the lab coat draped over his shoulders, the goggles that protected his eyes even if they never failed to fog up at critical times. A second later, the eyedropper he was holding plinked one drop onto the bowl, and the hiss and smoke told him the reaction was starting. Sighing, Grant Taylor wiped his brow, slipping his goggles off to wipe them off as he backed away to let the chemicals mix. He was almost done his 'work' for the day, which would let him catch up on his research. If he wanted to. He didn't at the moment, though. Not because he didn't have a lot to do, but simply because he had something more critical to do elsewhere - which, ironically enough, would help advance his research if it worked. But he had no interest in publicizing what he was attempting, because it wasn't about advancing himself. Not this time. Not concerning her. It wasn't entirely Elizabeth Jenkins' fault, were he to be honest. Her father was a legend here, well known for his breakthroughs in medical science and biological research, among other things. But to him, it seemed like many of things people had admired about her father had not been passed on to his talented daughter. And she was talented. But something about her nagged at him, even as she worked under him in this lab, and in a couple of his classes as well. But their peace was an uneasy one as much as Grant hated to admit it, he probably needed her more then she needed him. Elizabeth was a talented researcher and hard worker, and was a good student who always showed up, always did the work. That was a trait rarer then many would think at this stage of education, and he admired it, and could tell she cared about her work in class, and in the lab. But she drove him crazy. Letting his experiment settle for the moment, he walked over to her. Elizabeth? How's it coming? Grant had to take a moment to check in, make sure she was okay before he left to check in on his other project. The one that would change everything between them, if it worked. Coming to the party tonight? He smiled. I'm ready to announce something, and I know it's not your thing, but it'd mean a lot to me if you were there...
Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

Of course, it was well into the evening by the time Elizabeth arrived. And Grant's thought had slowly turned away from her, from his twisted and devious plans for the evening as he lost himself in conversation and laughter, going from group to group, person to person, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves even if he didn't need to. The snacks were disappearing quickly, and he'd almost inadvertently put his cookies out before his 'special guest' arrived. People wouldn't stay if there were empty plates, or unfilled glasses, even if they were having a good time. And then he spotted her. He wasn't sure how long Elizabeth had been there, and he would be the first to admit he couldn't read her very well. She was inscrutable. It was part of her aura, why she was so hard to get along with for some. Hard to know what she was thinking. At that particular moment, not impossible, given the look on her face as she tolerated the conversation from the guy next to her. Or maybe it was Grant, now over her shoulder, that caused her consternation. Either way, something was bothering her. Thanks. He replied through whatever din the people around them were causing as rude as she'd been to him at times, Elizabeth probably was trying to be nice, and he wouldn't refuse the gesture. She was right, even if she didn't know it. This was a nice party, and everyone was enjoying themselves. As for something to eat, though.... Just finger food, I'm afraid. Grant couldn't hide the half smirk that came to him, the self deprecation that seemed to drive her nuts. I'd need a new job and a bigger grant to afford more then that. Poking fun at himself, trying to lighten the tension that she refused to let go when they interacted. He knew why, of course. It wasn't just the typical teaching assistantstudent relationship, between a graduate student and those under his care in his class. Grant had asked her out some time ago, and Elizabeth had turned him down. They'd been adults about it, and as much as she seemed to insist that there was no tension lingering from it, it seemed as if she held something inside of her whenever they spoke, the way she talked down to him - even in how he tolerated it. It wasn't just because of who her father was. It was a if a part of him knew he'd get a chance to even the score, if he was patient. Look around, take a look at what's out, although I should warn you... Grant lowered his voice, as if he was about to tell a dark, dirty secret. ...I was about to put some fresh cookies out, and I think you'd like them. He turned to her. If you follow me, you could be the first to try one from my special batch. To be tried by everyone, both to dispel suspicion and to test his work. Even if they were only for her.
Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

Fine. A fresh cookie. That sounds... delicious. Admittedly not the response Grant had expected after seeing the brief look that passed over her face, one that lingered long enough that he'd almost wondered if she'd passed out. On the spot. Which was supposed to be impossible. But something had struck her about what he'd said, or something she'd seen. A small moment, one that Grant knew he couldn't focus on, she'd said yes to him, and so he led them through the maze of people. Slowly, with intent, and deliberate, trying to not make it obvious that this moment had been intricately planned out. Probably humoring him, he knew. It was a skill she had, and one Grant almost admired had she not irked him so. Elizabeth had an ability that, no matter who you were, or whether you wanted something from her, or her from you, that she was just indulging you until she found something better. Something you could only do if you were as bright, as smart, or as talented as she was. Especially if you were all three. And Grant would admit that to anyone, and even had to her on occasion, even if it did little to win her good graces. Soon, it wouldn't be necessary. It was the kitchen that revealed the first misplaced brick in the foundation that was to be his plan, the undoing of Elizabeth in front of him. The cookies, pulled out from the corner they'd been not so cleverly hidden in, under tinfoil to cool them, to hide the smell, to keep them from prying eyes and prying fingers. The plate was disturbed, but not to an extreme what had been a distorted pile of cookies before was still distorted, and still mostly intact. To Grant's eyes, there was one lost sheep from his flock. A quick peek showed the culprit a half eaten 'lamb' in the prying fingers of Yasmin Tolar, a tall Israeli woman who was a low level professor in their department. A lover of sweets. And, from the looks of it, a little tipsy. Whereya been hiding these, Grant? She motioned to the plate with an exaggerated gesture, and Grant moved carefully towards her, both to steady her and to keep her from knocking the plate over. They're AWESOME! She waved her arm towards Elizabeth with her half eaten tidbit. Yougottatryone! As if insulted by any refusal of already taken cookie, she grabbed at the plate, but Grant was quicker as he gently removed her arm, steadying the plate with practice. Easy now...I think she'd prefer a fresh one. A comfortable smile seemed to show her out, but not before Yasmin placed a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder with a smile. They're GREAT. Grant cleared his throat, shrugging. I don't think they're THAT good, but... He looked around, as if nervous which he almost was. ...I'd appreciate an assessment from someone who is going to actually remember where they were tomorrow morning. Cutting sarcasm, aimed at someone else, as he took a step towards her, the plate outstretched. In position to brush by her as she took her first bite, to let him make the first move, to determine if these cookies had indeed been made to Elizabeth's DNA, to let him 'suggest' something to her...
Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

The moment seemed to linger Grant holding the plate, and Elizabeth measuring both him and the treats. She took one of the cookies from the plate, seemingly faking him out before grabbing one in the middle, if he were any expert at reading physical cues. She was suspicious, still, a trait Grant had to admire. It didn't matter, really, unless she didn't take one from the batch he'd made - and then, if she did, Grant wouldn't care, as long as she tried one from this group eventually. He watched her sniff it involuntarily her body's reaction to the appealing scent of the treat before she took a small bite. Without a mind reading device, it would be hard to tell exactly how she was reacting, but judging by her facial tics, the way she was savoring the first bite, it seemed as if she was really enjoying it. The proof would be in the pudding, he knew, and that would be coming shortly. Then, her eyes widened, and she looked at Grant. But not at him. Through him, as if something inexplicable was happening and she didn't know how to react to it, as if he would explain it. He took a step to the side, in a better position to whisper to her as she took a larger bite, clearly consumed by nothing other then to eat the cookie. Consciously, anyways. Subconsciously, she was very open to suggestion, and this was a very critical moment were anyone to come in to interrupt him, or say something else, the entire moment would be lost. He had to do something very important tell her what he wanted. If the command worked as well as the bio additives and the chemicals specifically targeted to Elizabeth's DNA did, it would be a pretty big deal. The other two other things his cookies did were to increase a certain person's In this case, Elizabeth's desire to orgasm. A simple reprogramming of endorphins and the pleasure centers of the female body. The easy part, relatively speaking. The last portion was to leave a lingering desire for more cookies. Each of which would increase her desire for stimulation, leaving her more receptive to Grant's suggestions and commands, and reinforcing the original condition he had just left her with. Assuming it all worked. Uh, that was really good, Grant, thank you. Her voice broke his reverie, and Grant wasn't sure how to react to it. Elizabeth was showing uncommon courtesy, and seemed a little out of sorts. It might've been his imagination, but he saw her eyes lingering on the plate of cookies. It wouldn't become apparent if his command had 'taken' until later in the evening, he estimated, and while this would likely end poorly for him immediately, the later possibilities were too tantalizing to ignore, and so he spoke quietly, yet decisively. Elizabeth. Grant was nothing if not a man of procedure, of deliberate steps. Going from point A to point B gave him comfort, gave him security, and saying her name was a reminder of why he was doing this, even if she was the only other person in the room right now with him. You will not be able to cum unless I say you can. He looked at her, awaiting her reaction.
Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

Grant. You had better make this good, or so help me I will file a complaint about what you said, so help me. You have to make this right. It's like I can't get the thought of you talking about me... c-c-cumming out of my head and that's your fault. She could barely even say the word cumming and her body shivered involuntarily as she stared at him. He was just staring back at her. Well, she had slapped him. Elizabeth knew she wasn't a violent person, not at all, but he had pushed her too far. Look, I'm not going to slap you again. I'm, I'm, I'm sorry. She almost grimaced trying to choke those words out, words he didn't deserve. But she shouldn't have slapped him. It was important to Elizabeth never to lose control of herself, to stay in charge of her intellect and the world around her, and she had failed. Even if it really was his fault, she needed to apologize, to set her own mind back on the firm course of staying on top of her emotions, not letting them override her intellect. Grant was still there with those papers like he wasn't sure he should even bother paying attention to Elizabeth, when she NEEDED his ATTENTION. At least that's how it seemed to her, standing in the door, her face flushed and breathing heavily as she stared at him. She was still trembling from lack of sleep and an overload of frustration, and he was doing NOTHING about it. She was trying so hard to stay in control, but standing there looking at him, emotions just surging through her, it was so hard. Elizabeth stepped closer to his desk and he STILL wasn't saying anything. Grant! I... You can't ignore me like this! Can't you see what you've done with your... your stupid c-c-cumming business? I... can't you see I'm shaking, can't even sleep. I've ruined three whole runs in the lab last night and this afternoon! This isn't funny and I'm not kidding Grant, what you did to me wasn't nice and I'm... I really need something from you, you owe me for what you said. I don't even know what you could possibly say to apologize at this point... but I know I need something from you, you owe me! Elizabeth stood there, feeling horrible and twitchy and annoyed, so worked up she thought her glasses would start fogging up, trembling slender fingers clutching the worn fabric of her jeans to keep from slapping him, or, or other things.
Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

He hadn't expected it to be like flipping a switch, but it essentially was but for the distance that separated them now. It was only a visual distance, though, as Grant could hear the change in her nearly instantly, no longer the wanton and subtle hints of masturbation and self pleasure that filtered through. Oh god oh god oh god oh grant! oh!! ohhhhhhhhhh! Her sounds, moans, and lustful release bought forbidden images to his head of her thrashing, bucking randomly with the climax she had hit. All because of him. Because of his brilliance. Because of the cookies she'd eaten. And she had no idea. No idea that she'd been duped, conned, manipulated into the slow descent into sexual debauchery and submission to a man she hated, despised, the one she'd slapped earlier in the day. Because of a simple sweet, something supposed to ease pain, not to bring about the cause of it. She was to enjoy this, to be sure, but this would hurt her as well. Leave scars she couldn't undo. Never talk to strangers, never take cookies from a man who could bake them into your DNA. Two so far, and one more on her dresser nearby, unbeknownst to him. The cookies were the furthest thing from his mind as he tried to maintain his own sense of control, his hand longing to reach, to squeeze, and to stroke his own member. But he wasn't being controlled by chemicals or subtle biological manipulation, and something in him hardened his resolve...he couldn't give her the satisfaction. Still, it was a struggle to talk - even to listen to try to imagine what she was doing now. He heard some deep breaths, not just his own, of her settling in. Of Elizabeth recovering from what she'd just done, even if she probably wasn't fully cognizant of the barrier she'd just shattered. Then he could hear slight sounds of movement, as he imagined her, her clothes pulled off only as much as she needed to access her body.... What are you doing? He breathed. He thought he heard something muffled, and longed to know. Grant had to know. Slowly, deliberately, he closed his eyes, no longer wanting his eyes to limit his imagination. He didn't want to see the worn carpets, the dishes he still hadn't cleaned from the party, glasses and cans with drinks still in them. He wanted to see Elizabeth. Imagine her, letting his mind do the drawing. And to ask her something else. Are you satisfied? Hearing it from her, even if he knew the answer, would be so delicious. Much like his cookies to her slowly submitting body. He gulped. I have to know. His voice was dark, husky, as if he had to. If she was eating a cookie... I'm sure you won't be satisfied again until you see me. Her lust could be sated for the night, but he wanted it to rise again. And he wanted to be in control. Grant wasn't sure he would ever be able to let her go. Or if he could .
Thread: The Heart of the Wild

Aric Silas sat in the caravan yawning. It was late at night and he was fast approaching the old estate and home of the fabled Beast. He was looking to capture it and make a fortune selling the damn thing. Considering it was the middle of Autumn he adjusted his cloak and sighed. He was only 22 and here he was looking for monsters and legends to pay off his fathers ridiculous debts. His tawny eyes blinked as he drew closer to the old decrepit home. The wrought iron gate swung in the breeze along with his jet black hair. He slowed the horses who were now beginning to bray and buck in fear. He doubted there was anything wrong nearby but he'd rather have a spooked horse than a wrecked wagon. In the back sat a cage and he lifted a pistol loaded with tranquilizers. He grimaced as he drew nearer the old style gothic architecture clashed with the nearby villages rustic charm. He walked forward breathing in the cold air, Shit, damn this beast. Hope it's worth all the trouble. He felt a shudder and entered the mansion praying he would find his fortune.
Thread: The Heart of the Wild

All the people who normally helped her throughout the daytime had left as soon as the sun had started to set. Parthena sat back in the small couch that was in front of the fire place. Ever since her dad had died it had just been her to deal with this curse. She had it placed upon her by a witch for her dad, but he had died unknowingly after not knowing that for a life of good fortune for his daughter meant he had to die and she would be alone. Smiling lightly as she pulled back her long brown hair she stood up and walked into the kitchen, deciding warm tea might be just what she needed to fall asleep. After the tea was made she made her way back to the couch, and lightly sipped on it. Tomorrow night she would turn, she could feel her energy to keep it away draining as she leaned her head back against the couch and she closed her eyes, relaxing for a bit.
Thread: Worth the Price. PARTNER NEEDED. (Sultrygoddessrobin and Alexandria94)

RE Kidnap the sisters, PARTNER NEEDED. Sultrygoddessrobin and Alexandria94 Ummm, I'd love to do this plot with you two. It sounds amazing!
Thread: Worth the Price. PARTNER NEEDED. (Sultrygoddessrobin and Alexandria94)

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Thread: Worth the Price. PARTNER NEEDED. (Sultrygoddessrobin and Alexandria94)

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