RPF
Okay, time to pick next month's RPF celebrity. Comment section, go.
2017-03-09 00:17:55 +0000 UTC View Post
Okay, time to pick next month's RPF celebrity. Comment section, go.
2017-03-09 00:17:55 +0000 UTC View PostNew world, new apartment. Funny thing was, for Chad, this looked like his apartment, nothing seemed out of place or particularly demanding of his attention, except that there was an off-center magazine on the coffee table. He walked to it, picking it up to return it to its pile—he knew it was anal of him—but catching a glimpse of the cover…
It was one of those sleazy tabloids, not even trying to be tasteful or glossy, named Celebrity Mud. There was even a little cartoon of a p...
2017-03-08 03:17:46 +0000 UTC View PostClint told Laura everything as soon as she got back. She took it well. Better than he did telling her, watching her face change, first with shock, then a slow numbness, finally a nodding and bewildered curiosity. He guessed that was the only way she could process it. Wanting to figure out how it had happened instead of what happened next.
“I need to be alone,” she said. It was bad enough when she was angry. What was worse was when she was just hurt.
“Alright,...
2017-03-08 01:15:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe grounds of the Hotel Corinthian were a beautiful example of tropical landscaping and made up in part for the untouchable stiffness of the towering edifice of glass and steel that rose, tier upon tier, above the surrounding cane fields.
It was not the happy, bustling, prosperous place it should have been. There was a sad, hushed hollowness to the sound of footfalls in its nearly empty halls and an air of solemn, funeral morbidity to its lobby. There was music. Sound poured from m...
2017-03-07 21:14:29 +0000 UTC View PostLogan guessed he was supposed to be happy here. Not his world, but his world had been all busted anyway. This one was shiny and new. The villains hadn’t risen. The heroes hadn’t died. His friends were still alive. His wife was still out there. His children hadn’t been born—couldn’t very well have been murdered.
Guessed he was supposed to be overjoyed to see them all again, like it had never happened, like he had never been that guy. Like he could forget what he’d gone an...
2017-03-07 01:10:02 +0000 UTC View PostI'm on the cold, dirty floor of a garage, Alicia thought to herself, trying to make some sense of what was happening. It's smeared with oil and grease and there are a lot of men, a dozen or more, security guards. Big motherfuckers. They're drinking beer and gesturing toward me with lustful looks in their eyes. So this is what being a stripper feels like, just without the warm feeling of security…
She was on her back, stripped naked. She remembered, after the workers had finished w...
2017-03-06 21:34:49 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, that's this month's raffle fic posted, time to start on next month's. Number between one and a thousand, guesses in comments.
2017-03-06 20:46:26 +0000 UTC View PostEddie Brock was dead to begin with.
After years of fanatically believing that Spider-Man was really a villain, a threat to the innocent, he had proven himself right in his own twisted fashion. After threatening Peter’s wife and child, the enraged father had battled him to the death in the flames of a collapsing building. Peter had survived. Eddie had not.
The symbiote had moved on, tried to go on with a new host, Mac Gargan, but it wasn’t long before the new sta...
2017-03-06 20:45:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe sun beginning to stream in through an opening in the curtains had awakened her, but Peter remained asleep. The room was heavy with the smell of sex, and Mary Jane could still feel her pussy tingling from all the excitement of the long night of lovemaking. It was sore, too, but that didn't really matter.
Not now, anyway.
Right now it was enough to lie still and concentrate on Peter's sleeping form. He was naked, with only the sheet that was covering them both—c...
2017-03-06 07:24:17 +0000 UTC View PostHe groaned. “I can’t believe I almost slept through seeing that.”
“Shh,” Mary Jane told him. “Don’t wake Felicia.”
Peter lowered his voice appropriately. “You’re lucky I’m not a screamer, then.”
“You’re a screamer when I want you to be a screamer.” Mary Jane crawled up the bed and back onto Peter’s chest, relishing having it all to herself, even if he had only one arm to hold her with—the other still trapped under F...
2017-02-28 20:54:10 +0000 UTC View Post
Not that I'm planning anything with Emma Frost atm, but it occurs to me that whenever Charlotte McKinney wears white, body-wise, you have a dead ringer for Frosty. We need to find some nerdy kid with cancer and use their Make-A-Wish wish to get her into some cosplay.
(Everything else-wise, I'd go with Victoria Smurfit, who has played an OUAT Cruella Deville and thus gotten closer to the character than two separate Singerverse takes on Emma. But I've gotta admit, she has Emma face/bearing with ...
2017-02-27 20:32:00 +0000 UTC View PostWillow dumped her goodies on Buffy’s desk and took the chair from it in exchange, dragging it over to Buffy’s upturned ass. It was funny, considering all they’d done, but she still considered just looking at Buffy naked—her pussy, her anus, and most especially her damp thighs—to be one of the biggest pleasures imaginable. When she finally went to sleep, she’d have to do it while looking at Buffy naked. What good dreams that would give her!
It was then that Willow noticed...
2017-02-27 20:07:04 +0000 UTC View PostFor once in his life, Peter Parker had no idea what to do. He usually had at least some notion of what a good man would do, what Uncle Ben would do, what the man he was trying to be would do. The responsible thing, the hard thing—anything but the quick and easy way out.
But all his options were hard and none seemed responsible. Just let Aunt May die? That was impossible, unthinkable. But he’d tried everything else, been willing to pay any price, and there’d been no takers. So ...
2017-02-26 23:24:37 +0000 UTC View Post
So this was originally going to be a bit of a bizarro episode in Marry The Boy, but I couldn't get it to quite work that well enough within continuity, so I decided to make it its own thing. Weirdly, I wrote this with Shay Mitchell in mind for Cass, for wholly shallow reasons, but it occurs to me she'd make a better Jubilee. And the FC I had for Jubes, Brenda Strong, would work better as Cass.
It comes down to Cass having more of a wide, open face, owing to Kelly Puckett's art, while I could s...
2017-02-25 20:47:42 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, that's our first annual raffle done, time for this month's. I'll think of a number between one and a thousand, and queue it to be posted at the end of the month. You comment a number between one and a thousand. Whoever comes closer gets their choice of fic.
2017-02-24 20:13:51 +0000 UTC View PostAs Cass got out of the taxi, it seemed like a small crowd formed just to watch her swing her shapely legs from the door—almost bare up to the hem of the little black dress Steph had helped her pick out, which lay along her upper thighs like a python beginning to squeeze. As she stood up, the cool air slid up her inner thighs and her breasts bounced with the movement, before settling into the embrace of her skimpy bra, its contours obvious inside the tight dress.
Cass looked at the...
2017-02-24 20:03:41 +0000 UTC View Post
Cordelia couldn’t believe it. Not only had she been assigned to loser squad for a study group, but Willow expected her to go all the way to the library to pick up their research. Like it wasn’t enough that she had to hang out with them, now she had to do menial labor? She didn’t know why Buffy or someone couldn’t do it. They were always in the library anyway, whining about demons. Why couldn’t Willow pick up the stupid research the next time they needed to kill a big sna...
2017-02-21 15:52:18 +0000 UTC View PostCordelia couldn’t believe it. Not only had she been elected to loser squad in study group, but Willow expected her to go all the way to the library to pick up their research. Like it wasn’t enough that she had to hang out with them, now she had to do menial labor? She didn’t know why Buffy or someone couldn’t do it. They were always in the library anyway, whining about demons. Why couldn’t Willow pick up the stupid research the next time they needed to kill a big snake or whatever?
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2017-02-21 00:10:58 +0000 UTC View PostLaura held her. Kept holding her and petting her hair and scratching her back as her body at first refused to relax—her heart raced and her blood pounded, demanding that this be a trap, but Laura wouldn’t be intimidated by her anxiety. She just waited until Natasha’s sense of calm won out over everything else in her life.
Natasha might’ve fallen asleep… or it was just that she was so used to the hectic pace of her mind, thinking and rethinking and scrutinizing and theorizi...
2017-02-19 23:10:35 +0000 UTC View PostThere was one last bed for Peter to break in and it was a doozy. Lowering from the ceiling of the living room and suspended like a hammock from several ropes, it was big enough to fit all of them—half again the size of a California King. “Alright, girls,” Mary Jane called, grinning widely. “Time for us to hit the jackpot!”
Crowding onto the bed, she kept her eyes mesmerizingly trained on Peter’s as she sucked his throbbing cock into her hot, slick throat, feeling h...
2017-02-14 20:32:04 +0000 UTC View PostRogue couldn’t believe it was over. She had watched it, watched all of it, and it had gone on so long, hours, Peter fucking them one after another, the women fucking each other, over and over again. And she’d touched herself, she’d touched herself through all of it. And after they had finished, she’d kept touching herself. And it still wasn’t enough. She’d come so many times, more than she’d known she could, and it wasn’t enough, wasn’t as good, as what any one of those women h...
2017-02-13 15:31:09 +0000 UTC View PostDo not get a hard-on, Peter told himself. No matter how much you want to, need to, GOTTA, just stay soft.
Not an easy order. The Black Cat was every bit the looker Mary Jane was, but dressed more scandalously than MJ ever would’ve dared. Her latest costume—Cat was as fashion-conscious as MJ too—was practically shoulderless, its cleavage a wide vee that started almost at her arms and plunged down to between her breasts, leaving a whole chevron of skin exposed from her collarbon...
2017-02-12 20:10:07 +0000 UTC View PostDo not get a hard-on, Peter told himself. No matter how much you want to, need to, GOTTA, just stay soft.
Not an easy order. The Black Cat was every bit the looker Mary Jane was, but dressed more scandalously than MJ ever would’ve dared. Her latest costume—Cat was as fashion-conscious as MJ too—was practically shoulderless, its cleavage a wide vee that started almost at her arms and plunged down to between her breasts, leaving a whole chevron of skin exposed from her collarbon...
2017-02-12 00:08:14 +0000 UTC View PostIt had been a long day. All of them had been long days since Alice had gotten back, a brace of survivors on her heels and a new set of prosthetics on her right hand and the urge to stay getting stronger and stronger until maybe it could wrestle down the ever-present thought of running.
But Alice could take the days being long and full of work, infighting, all the bullshit that came with Claire putting her in charge of the militia. Because the nights were short. The nights were peace...
2017-02-11 18:47:41 +0000 UTC View PostAlright, that's this month's RPF story out of the way, now open to suggestions for next month's celebrity.
2017-02-09 15:53:50 +0000 UTC View PostAriana made an MMMMMMM sound and writhed her naked body before Carson and Rose. Her long lashes lowered sensuously and she gazed at Carson’s cock through them.
“You liked it too, huh?” she asked softly, smiling sexily. “I did. I’ve never known sex like this before. I didn’t know fucking could be so much fun. I feel so… so… sexy. It didn’t hurt, like I thought it would, not even a little. I mean, the sodomy hurt at first and it was scary, but later, after Mags fucke...
2017-02-09 15:49:49 +0000 UTC View Post“Hey, what the hell’s going on here?” someone shouted.
It was the foreman. He was very surprised to see the nude woman sucking his workers’ stiff cocks.
“We’re getting our cocks sucked, boss,” one of the men said.
“I can see that! I thought you’d be getting your cocks clean in the showers, not having some piece of ass do it for you.” The foreman watched Alicia suck on those men’s cocks. He liked what he saw. ”Fuck, though, th...
2017-02-08 16:51:52 +0000 UTC View Post