Miss Salsa's Test Thread-- NO POSTIES! O:<

[salsaplant]

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty


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When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy, naughty, bitchy me

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I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy
were afraid you'd turn out to be like

[salsaplant]

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies. . .

▪ ʀ ▫ ι ▫ т ▫ s ▫ υ ▪

Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay. . .

"Thank-you, come again," The male gave a small bow as the customers exited the small flower shoppe.

The couple had come in, girl pink faced and giggling while the boy asking what sort of flowers she wanted for the reason that the white-haired teen could only guess was simply because the boyfriend wanted to dote upon the sweet girl. Arms linked, the two had wandered around the shoppe, looking at the different array of colors they had to choose from, whispering and laughing to one another as if to keep a delightful secret that only they and the flowers knew. Still, the assitant florist had waited patiently until they approached the counter, pointing out the different selection of flowers the girl had chosen. The male simply nodded and got to work gathering up the red and cream themed flowers and prepared the bouquet for the girl. Once wrapped up, he extended his arms over the counter to hand the flowers off to her, the soft pink lips parting into a smile as she received her gift. Ritsu rung up the order (which of course the man had paid for)

мєʀcιʟєss sαcʀιƒιcє

Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

[salsaplant]

ⓚ ⓐ ⓘ

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[salsaplant]

Ⓚ Ⓐ Ⓓ Ⓐ Ⓙ

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[salsaplant]

[salsaplant]

INSERT QUOTE/LYRIC HERE. OR JUST DELETE IT, WHATEVER.

General Stats

↣My name is of no importance.↢
Full name goes here.
↣I'm different from you, so what?↢
Female Human
↣I've been around pretty long...↢
22
↣I'm thiiiiis tall, and thiiiiis wide!↢
5'7'' and 140lbs.
↣I think of myself as a...↢
Raider
↣I was born in a small town just north of here...↢
Little LampLight
↣Now I live in this crap shack.↢
Home in Megaton

Inside Information

↣People think I act funny.↢
Personality
↣Woah...I think I'm having a flash back here!↢
Background. No amnesia s**t unless it was, like, three years ago or something.
↣Happiness runs in a circular motion~!↢
Likes.
↣God damn it! Not this s**t again.↢
Dislikes.

Other Information

↣I like that weapon!!!↢
Weapons you carry around. Limit: 3. Don't god-mod, yo. Look at the bottom of this post for a list of weapons.
↣I need protection too.↢
What type of condoms you carry around. KIDDING. Armor goes here~! Don't be god-modding on this. Look at the bottom of this post for a list of armor.
↣Sometimes I help people out, sometimes I shoot them in the head.↢
Neutral
↣Oh yeah...one more thing!↢
Anything else you want in this profile goes here.

[salsaplant]

My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say. . .

ღ тєɴρι ◦ вιsнσɴєɴ ღ



ღ vιтєɴкα ◦ ‘vιxєɴ’ ◦ кαsαʀυ ღ

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”It’s pretty hard, sir”

“Don’t worry, I’m used to it by now. . .”

Vitenka got into position, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip as he eyed his target.

“It’s going in~”

“I don’t think you’ll do it, sir” but with a flick forward of the redhead’s wrist, the shaft made contact and the play was set in motion.

The balls clacked against each other as the cue ball hit against the first bumper only to continue rolling and knocked a red ball into the side pocket of the pool table. The guttural noises of the sphere muted under the table as it rolled into place with all the other balls that had been knocked down each chute, the game of pool nearing the end. Vitenka smirked with delight, eying the last ball he had to pocket to win the game for the umpteenth time this week-- the 8 ball. He examined each balls’ placement in relation to making this his winning move, the pool cue leaning against the dark wood finish of the pool table as the Bishonen adjusted his boots. Contrary to the love he currently had for his latest outfit, the skimpy little number certainly was hard to play pool in (let alone any sport, really) but Vitenka wasn’t going for function so much as he was fashion, even if he wasn’t currently on assignment. To be honest, he couldn’t remember if he had one ‘decent’ outfit left in his closet, only able to recall rows of hangers crammed with leather, pleather, PVC, short shorts, see-through tops, an entire wardrobe that bested any clothing collection of any sex shoppe. He gave a small tip of his police hat, the latest souvenir that he had snagged from a client—a member of law enforcement, obviously—and after the few rounds of ‘sealing the deal’ with the man on behalf of the Tenpi Family, Vitenka had also managed to coerce the officer into letting him have the hat. This then prompted a shopping spree of several more role-play and fetish outfits, one of which being the outfit he currently wore. He just hoped that Raikou was going to like the outfit as much as he did, otherwise what was the point in keeping it?

Adjusted and ready, Vitenka eyed the layout of the pool table once more before giving himself a hoist up onto the table top. It should be noted that at no point were either players not allowed to stand where they wanted to, but to crawl up onto the pool table for a shot? It would seem that the yakuza henchman the two-tone haired boy was playing against might have a problem with this, and seemed about to voice said problem, that is until Vitenka dropped down on all fours, a** towards the male. And here you thought that beginning dialogue was the dirty part. The Russian-Japanese male slid his legs a part slightly and arched his back, readying the cue to put the right force and spin on the cue ball. Needless to say, the hired help had put the game out of his mind while he got the best spot in the room currently, his line of sight tracing over each curve of the teen’s slender back end. And yes, Vitenka knew the man was staring, and yes, he secretly liked it.

Vitenka, nickname ‘Vixen,’ had been taught such mannerisms when he was brought into the Tenpi household. Originally he was nothing more than Raikou’s servant boy, a plaything for the Tenpi heir, but when the previous Boss had died and all the weight of the Family now rested on the young thirteen-year-old Raikou’s shoulder, the remaining positions of the new Tenpi yakuza generation had to be filled. Vitenka just happened to fall into the Bishonen spot. He didn’t know if the elders of the Family had decided this or if Raikou himself did, all he knew after that was instead of attending to the young Boss’s every beckon call he was instead relocated to the other side of headquarters for his Bishonen training. From the way things had been described to him, it didn’t seem like training was even needed for this job. All you had to do was what—suck face with whoever you were told to, right? Well apparently not because for the next three years he was training during all hours of the day in things ranging from hand-to-hand combat to the art of seduction even to the proper way of putting on women’s clothing. The young redhead had been under the instruction of the previous Bishonen, a man that Vitenka could not deny had a timeless beauty about him that even in his forties still lingered in the flawless face (which he denied ever having plastic surgery to attain). Vixen wasn’t sure what kind of student he was, but even if he had been one of the best, the training would still have taken a lot of effort and time from him, but he perfected each skill and each task given to him over the long period of time. It had even been such a time-consuming process that Vitenka had gone two years without seeing Raikou. It was a seemingly hard task to accomplish such a thing, especially if both resided in the same house, but there was nothing more than the rare occasion where Vixen thought he caught a glimpse of long purple hair out of the corner of his eye. When Raikou was free Vitenka was training, when Vitenka was free Raikou was off on business, and when both were free. . . Nope, that didn’t happen.

It wasn’t until he both of them had been about fifteen or sixteen that the redhead was deemed skillful enough to be given the title of Bishonen and, in junction, take the room designated for him back on the other side of the house. Vitenka was sure that Raikou had changed much like he had over the past two years, and he spared no moment in stealing away into the young Boss’s room to see what had become of the boy that had taken Vixen from his home and brought him into the Tenpi Family. In truth—Vitenka could hardly believe how similar he was to the young male he bad been years before. Save for the anatomical aging that puberty had begun to work on Raikou, it was the same purple hair, same strong and demanding presence, same male sitting upon his bed playing videogames as if his hands were glued to the controller itself. So there they were—Tenpi Bishonen, trained to seduce and manipulate, and Tenpi Boss, trained to lead and rule, and neither were even old enough to drink or drive. When he wasn’t refining his training or carrying out assigned tasks, Vitenka had been told to fixate himself to Raikou’s side like a devoted lapdog he was meant to be to this Family. ‘It was hard to deny the authority and supremacy of a Boss,’ he was told, ‘when a man has given up his innate instinct of power and dominance to sit at the feet of another man in loyalty and submission. That is the job of the Bishonen.’

The now constant bond the two held with one another was a catalyst for the two to renew their familiarity with one another, but no longer as children of the Tenpi, as Boss and Bishonen. Familiarity grew to friendship, friendship grew to flirtations, and flirtations grew to. . . Well, what else? No no they weren’t a couple, don’t get me wrong, but a man has desires doesn’t he? Raikou had to produce an heir for the Tenpi Family and he couldn’t do it through Vixen, but one could only get so much love from the female population, especially as a yakuza Boss. What Rai didn’t get from them, he got from Vitenka. A trigger for Vixen’s own BDSM fetish to grow, Boss and Bishonen were Master and Slave behind closed doors, though Rai would never let them go all the way much to Vitenka’s disappointment. Not that he loved men more than women or women more than men (he had to love both equally in his profession) but he had made a vow to both himself and Raikou that he’d save his virginity for his Boss. Three years later, it’s still remained intact. Dammit, his patience was growing thin. It was hard to save his a** when each of his targets wanted to stuff something in him at any chance they got, but if he wasn’t going to give that up, that only meant he had to refine his other techniques to surpass the level of satisfaction so that they wouldn’t need a little ‘bum-loving’ to satiate their lust for the redhead. Personally, he didn’t know why Rai kept putting it off and waiting when not only as Boss but as Vixen’s unconventional lover-of-sorts he could take it whenever he wanted to, but he did nonetheless and always dangled that sexually-frustrating fact over Vitenka’s head (and were it a tangible item, he could still physically do it as well, the tall b*****d). But Vitenka was not a quitter—No, if he could get both men and women to want him as badly as they did, then he could crack Raikou and his steel trap of a sexual will. So small outfits were no longer reserved just for assignments, sexual advances were not just for his targets—Or rather Rai was his target now, and he was going to make the Boss give into temptation one way or another.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a bit of fun with other men though, as seen flash-fowarding back to the present time, Vixen still ‘assuming the position’ up on the pool table as he finally made his shot, watching the white ball ricochet off the black one and knock it into the corner pocket for the win. “Yay~” Vitenka cheered for himself even though winning at pool was not a rare thing to witness. He placed the pool cue onto the table and crawled over to the edge, hoisting himself up onto his knees and extending his arms out towards the other yakuza member. It took the older man a few moments to realize that Vitenka wanted him to get him off the table and with a small stammer of ‘sorry sir’ under his breath, he lifted the redhead off the pool table and set his feet onto the floor. The Bishonen smiled up at the man and pressed a small kiss to his stubbly cheek, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you let me win~” he winked. The man denied such accusations and gave Vitenka a small pat on the head, the metal of his gold watch glinting in the corner of Vixen’s eye. He grasped the man’s wrist and looked at the face of the small clock.

“Oops, seems our game ran a little long—I need to bring Master Raikou’s treat to him~” Vitenka revealed his schedule. Where most people called Raikou ‘Boss’ or ‘Sir’ or any other professional title, Vixen liked to call him ‘Master’ and it always amusing to see the small flicker of hesitation in people’s faces when their imaginations glimpsed at the idea of Raikou and Vitenka ‘bumping uglies.’ Tch, if only, the redhead inwardly rolled his eyes at how people were mistaken. With a bounce of his heels, Vitenka pressed another kiss to the side of the man’s face before backpedaling a few steps towards the door. “Let’s play again next week!” The teen waved, grabbing up his riding crop before he ran out the door; this wouldn’t be a smart idea to anyone unaccustomed to running around in high-heeled boots, but Vitenka had practically made an Olympic sport out of the task. He knew all the twists and turns, hallways and stairways, all to get to the kitchen as quick as possible. There was always someone cooking something at any given time of the day it seemed, this time no exception as the pretty-boy maneuvered his way to the refrigerator to prepare the treat. No one ever paid much mind to the several visits the redhead would make to the kitchen each day, which only made it all the more amusing when he took out combinations like whole cucumbers and whipped cream or bananas and honey (just think up more combinations of phallic-shaped foods and some type of condiment you can drizzle and lick off of someone). The items were rarely used if ever and Raikou never requested such foods to be taken to his room, but Vitenka took the stuff just to see the odd faces the chefs would give him as he wandered off with armful of an ‘edible good time.’

He took out the container of half-eaten cake Raikou seemed to be making a task of finishing and carefully sliding a slice onto one of the small china plates. He returned the container back to its original spot, trading the dessert out for the carton of milk on the top shelf, filling up a large glass with the liquid. Milk put away and fork at the ready, Vitenka slipped the handle of the riding crop around his wrist, gathered up the sweet snack and drink into his hands, and scurried out of the kitchen and back down the hallways, making sure not to spill even a single cake crumb or milk droplet. After making several ‘treat runs’ per day for Raikou, everyone had pretty much grown accustom to seeing a scantily-clad redhead shuffling through the house with milk and some sort of dessert; heh, wonder if any of the other Families could say the same thing.

Vitenka approached the Boss’s office, stopping just short of the door to make some minor adjustments to his outfit. He set the treat aside on a small marble table with a vase, pulling up his boots, yanking down his shorts to ride even more dangerously low on his hip bones than they already were, running his fingers through his hair to straighten it out, and then finally unbuttoning the top part of his shirt and tucking it slightly so as his nipples stuck out, the soft pink nubs of flesh adorned with small gold rings. He had gotten them pierced a year ago as a sort of ‘act of defiance,’ which in the end only warranted him the warning by Raikou that he was going to attach little bells to the rings so he’d always know where Vitenka was. Well, he was still bell-less, so hah. Looking perfectly tempting, Vixen picked the cup and plate back up, excusing himself into the office. “There are two delicious things here for you, gotta decide which one you’re going to eat fir—” Vitenka spoke as he walked in the door, only to see that Raikou was not currently at his desk. This made the Bishonen stick out his bottom lip in a small pout, tapping his foot as he looked around the room to make sure Rai wasn’t actually there. His head perked up, however, when he heard several noises coming from the bedroom, immediately prancing over to the other door and escorting himself into the room. And there he was in all of his purple-haired and Boss-ly glory—Raikou, sitting up on his bed playing his Playstation 3. How mature of him. Well, at least he was shirtless, that was a plus.

Vitenka’s boots were muted against the carpet of the bedroom floor as he approached the bed, seeing that Rai was too engrossed into his game to pause it for his treat, so it along with Vixen would have to wait. The male placed the drink and sweets on the bedside table, set his riding crop aside, and crawled like the minx he liked to be onto the bed, slinking his body in a feline manner towards his Boss. Now was the tricky part, but something he had grown more frequent in doing—his body slid head-first into the space between Raikou’s arms and lap and came up against his chest, each arm located on either side of the Bishonen and his head tucked against Rai’s shoulder, all the while not bumping his arms or blocking his view from the television screen. Mission: Success. Bare flesh against nearly-bare flesh, the redhead took full advantage of their close proximity, legs straddling the taller male’s waist as his hands slid over the warm and smooth skin of Rai’s torso, shoulders, and chest. He still had to keep in mind not to bump the Boss or block his sight though, lest he want to be pushed off the bed—Or to be more gentlemanly (because that’s what Raikou was after all) ‘relocated’ off the bed until a more appropriate time. So with his arms tucked against his side whilst he felt the man up, Vixen showered small kisses along Rai’s neck as well, lips racing up and down the vein, lightly nipping at the tender flesh with delight. Raikou had his cake as his sweet treat, and Vitenka had Rai, simple as that. Of course with Rai's temporarily unresponsive attitude, the teen felt a bit like what he was doing was foreplay with a comatose patient. Four hours until they go cold—oh wait, that was a dead person. Never mind.

Content (for now) with the marking of his territory, Vitenka tucked his head underneath Rai’s chin and watched his videogame, arms wrapped around the male’s sides and looking very much like a koala clinging to a tree. As much as he would have loved to whisper dirty things to Raikou in Russian or something along those lines, it was another thing that would either go unnoticed or get him kicked out of the bed. When Rai's in the zone, leave him alone. Honestly, how did Rai plan on finding a woman and producing a son for the Tenpi family or sexing Vitenka up if he was too busy playing his videogames? Not like he could find a woman playing Metal Gear Solid. . . Though that Grey Fox chick was kinda pretty, Vitenka would admit that, and a woman that could handle a gun was always good. . . Oh god, he knew he had been hanging around Raikou playing videogames too long if he could remember a character that was from two games ago. For all he knew too, whenever Raikou decided to finally do the deed and get with Vitenka, he’d probably ask to do it doggy-style so he could watch over Vixen and still play his videogames. Damn Rai. . . Vitenka needed reminding again why he loved this man so much. Sigh.

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. . . and when it came to the guys I'd lay,
I'd always pick the ones who wont figure out that I am clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamy

[salsaplant]

ஐﻬ ˝Vitalia˝ ﻬஐ

[salsaplant]

Less than three, you love me
Typing out my fantasy
Meet me here on IRC
L-O-L-O-L

C://xENTER USERNAME:xx H0t@яu T$ub@!y@k!
xxENTER PASSWORD:xx L0n3я - $uk3b@n3

ACCESS GRANTED
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Hotaru says:

KinkyChick69: Hey bby~ U wanna cyber? ;]

Hotaru had been lurking around in several chatrooms for the past hour or so, one hand clicking away at his Half-Life 2 game {which he had beaten several times over} while the other chatted with hormone-crazed 20-something year olds that were probably 9o% of the time 40-something year old ***** who had their undersized 'manhoods' out and had been giving them a good tug while cybering. Gross image aside, the male kept an eye on each of his eight computer screens, monitoring all of them in relation to their purpose almost simultaneously.

Viral: Sure, let's see what you got ;)

Screen one on the far left was for messaging and emails, that's where miss 'KinkyChick' was asking for a good time via interweb. Screen two in the middle was for computer games, that's where Hotaru was dominating Half-Life 2 with ease. Screen three on the far right was for managing and viewing his bank accounts, an odd idea for an 18 year old to do, but not if said 18 year old had about 2o different bank accounts located everywhere from the Caymans to Swiss bank accounts. Screen four just above screen one was for viewing and managing his fire walls, security systems, etc. which on random intervals he would turn off just to see who would try to hack into his data which would be retaliated with kicking them out of his system and frying their computer with an array of viruses he had in his cyber arsenal. Screen five just above screen two was for doing previously said acts, the hacking screen, often in junction with screen six which was the programming screen; of course were a major threat to come into play, all eight screens would be reverted to hacking and programming screens, but so far that sort of crisis had been averted. Screen seven in the top left corner was for different hentai and porn videos that would play on an infinite loop and there was such a catalog of viewing material that the last time his porn playlist looped around to the beginning had been over a year-- About 8,7oo hours in a year and average hentai/porn videos running anywhere from 3o min to 2 hours. . . Yeah, you do the math. The eight and final screen in the top right corner was for security cameras-- Mainly those of the Families he was employed by; the screen would change to what each camera was viewing every 1o seconds and in all 4 headquarters, just to see what everyone was up to.

KinkyChick69: Awesome. . . What do u want me 2 do 2 u?

Anything relating to computers was what the majority of 'his' money went to buying. If he bought anything else, it fell into one of three categories-- Snacks, cigarettes, and dirty magazines. Everything else he could manage to survive without. The computer geek lit up a cigarette and slid the nicotine stick between his lips, filling the air of his room with the smoke as well as the sounds of -click, click- -takatakatakatakataka- -click, click, click- -Aaah~! Kimochiiiiii~ <3- -takatakataka, click- -bing!- -Ssugoiiiii~ <3- -click, click- But then again, this was usual for every hours of the day when it came to Hotaru and his 'lair,' the bedroom of the 4 room apartment he currently lived in. Sure with all the money he had accumulated he could buy one of those ridiculous houses seen on Cribs and instead of being the lair, the silver-hair male could deliver that cliche line and say that his bedroom was "where the magic happens." But the magic did happen here {sadly not that kind of magic} but with clicks of the mouse and typing of the keyboard, there was so many wonders that Hotaru could accomplish.

Viral: You know what I like-- Do whatever you want

KinkyChick69: <3 -rubs ur crotch n unzips ur pants 2 free ur huge c**k- Ur so big! Do u want me 2 suck it?

Viral: Yeah honey, suck me good

KinkyChick69: O bby~ -licks the tip and puts ur c**k into my mouth 2 start sucking-

KinkyChick69: O ur so big I can barely put my mouth around u -keeps sucking harder and faster- Bby, do u like this?

Viral: Mmmn, don't stop. . . -my p***s starts to react funnily- Oh god, not again. . .

Viral: -my p***s lets out a mighty rawr and flails around in your mouth, freeing itself from the wet cavern-

KinkyChick69: Wait wut?

Viral: There's nothing I can do now, you've unleashed the beast! -my p***s flails about like a majestic serpent-

Viral: It's the Basilisk! You've incurred his wrath! Now he's looked at you and you're turned to stone

KinkyChick69: Wtf? R u some sort of weirdo??

Viral: I can't sex up a stone chick, I'm sorry -tames the beast back into my pants-

KinkyChick69 is now blocked

Less than three, O-M-G
Love computer fantasy
Meet me here on IRC
L-O-L-O-L

[salsaplant]

S e r a p h i m

Hisakata Boss

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[salsaplant]

User Info

Username: Salsababy2889
Text Color(s): Dim gray, black

General Info

Name: Anca Clara Voinea
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 2o
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Abilities: ☥ Immunity to Sickness
☥ Transformation - Full and partial shifting at any time
☥ Canine Control - Control over animals such as wolves, dogs, coyotes; any canine-type animal
Place of Birth: Budapest, Hungary
Orientation: Romanian-Hungarian

Physical Description

Image: Awoooooo~! My bark is worse than my bite
Height/Weight: 5'10'' , 130lbs
Body Type: Athletic, curvy
Hair: Blonde
Eye color: Blue-grey
Complexion: Dark beige
Other: Pierced earlobes

Personality Profile

Likes:
Dislikes:
Strong Points: Confident, Strong, Compassionate, Understanding, Agile
Weak Points: Impatient tendencies, overly emotional, has a tendency to rely on her Alpha Male a bit too much,
Common Behavior: With her upbringing, it's no surprise that Anca's a bit of a tomboy with feminine tendencies when needed. She has a tendency to forget her own strength and kidding/playing/fooling around can often lead to her being a little rougher than necessary. However, she's also very disciplined, having served with Danil in the military; as her former commander and now her Alpha Male, she'll follow his directives to a T. . . Though she might beat on and argue with him before she carries out said directives.
Other: Anca has card playing skills that could rob you blind

History

Biography:
Family: Father - Dionisie Adam Voinea, Mother - Etel Izabella Nagy-Voinea, Brothers {twins} - Sorin Augustin Voinea & Virgil Claudiu Voinea
Pets: None
Past/Current Relationships: Alpha Male - Danil

[salsaplant]

• 𝖆 • 𝖓 • 𝖈 • 𝖆 •
My b a r k is worse than my b i t e


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