The dinner party was small, a celebration of a LexCorp VP who celebrated himself often enough to make his birthday party almost redundant. But nevertheless, it was held at a swank hotel downtown. Mercy had often attended these kinds of soirees on behalf of Lex, while he stayed in a lab or a bed. Now that she was chairwoman of the board, she had to attend these dull mixers still. She had fostered the illusion that she enjoyed them.
Lana was there as well, and Lois, and Clark, her date....
Albus Severus Potter was developing quite a lot of sympathy for his father, going on so many madcap adventures in his schoolboy days. He could barely stand it, and all he was doing was disguising himself as Ron Weasley, distracting Hermione Granger, his aunt and the Minister for Magic, so that his friends could grab the one Time-Turner left in existence.
‘Only’. At least there weren’t any Death Eaters. That would be unbearable.
I know this one is short on sex scenes, but it was about time to move the plot forward and a Harley/Roxy Rocket/Vicki Vale threesome is pretty obscure, porn-wise.
Now I know a story with a premise like that is rife with Bat-God implications, so I wanted it to be Dick who finally gets through to Ivy, not with Bruce's single-mindedness and determination, but with a combination of logic and emotional appeal, something Bruce can't really pull off. That, and Ivy wanting to murder Bruce was bo...
Having opened the face of the grandfather clock in the study with a precise application of pressure to begin with, Bruce set the hands of the clock to the minute before his parents’ death. He held the hands there against the motion of the machine, and after being locked in place a motion, the grandfather clock obligingly unclenched from its position. When he let go of the hands, they spun back to the correct time. He shut the glass protector on the clock face, and stepped through the cracked d...
“Mercy. A little hard to recognize you without the chauffeur get-up,” Lois said, looking right at home with a martini at hand. “I saw someone who looked just like you the other night, but… no cap. Had to have been someone else.”
“Maybe you should get glasses like your friend.” Mercy cast her frosty look over to Lois’s date. “Kent. Glad you could make it.”
He nodded in mildly warm greeting. “Funny, all those years trying to get past you for a quote and now you...
Did some edits to the last few chapters of Spider + Cat + Redhead to emphasize Felicia's pregnancy. I had this in mind for Felicia's look, given her oft-nude status, and how heavily pregnant she is at this point.
Sue rushed across the room to the two conjoined bodies, pushing her burning need to Emma’s face. Emma lifted her mouth from Valeria’s thrusting tit, half-dragged off it by Sue’s hands in her hair, and she attacked Sue’s cunt with her tongue just as she attacked her daughter’s sex with her cock.
The Storms came together, Emma drilling her prick into Valeria and lapping her tongue into Sue to bring them off simultaneously. It was her pleasure. Sue collapsed on the floor beside Val...
Ivy hissed through her teeth as she whirled around the study, feeling like a flower that’d gotten too much sun. He’d gone in here, she knew it, knew it! Where was he? She’d been just a half minute behind him, yet she couldn’t scent him anywhere—none of her houseplants reported seeing him. It was like he’d vanished into thin air!
She heard a rapping on the window. Odd—the curtains were drawn. Ivy went to the thin sliver that was left open and pulled it wide. On the other side...
So with the wedding climax, I wanted to take a bit of a breather and give Peter's agreement some weight, while also not doing a huge wedding plotline. Eloping seemed a good compromise, but I didn't want them to just walk out the door, walk back in, and start having a threesome. So I came up with a bit of an adventure to go along with it, trying to have my cake and eat it too with a bit of a wedding-type celebration, but no cake tasting or dress shopping or anything. Those are all fine...
“Thanks for watching him,” Jessica said, taking baby Jonathan firmly in hand and cradling him to her breasts. Jon giggled and clutched at her fingers as she rubbed his tummy, seeming both inquisitive and comforted by the return of his mother. “Did you enjoy having a little sleepover at your aunt MJ’s? Didcha? Didcha?”
“It was really good practice, actually,” Mary Jane said, gathering up the last of Jonathan’s things to go in the baby bag. The only way Jessica had been able...
“Thanks for watching him,” Jessica said, taking baby Jonathan firmly in hand and cradling him to her breasts. Jon giggled and clutched at her fingers as she rubbed his tummy, seeming both inquisitive and comforted by the return of his mother. “Did you enjoy having a little sleepover at your aunt MJ’s? Didcha? Didcha?”
“It was really good practice, actually,” Mary Jane said, gathering up the last of Jonathan’s things to do in the baby bag. The only way Jessica had been able...
“This is a lovely house,” Donna said, gazing around the richly furnished interior of the living room, her heart pounding.
She had worked hard that morning, putting the finishing touches on all her jobs and then leaving last night’s development to her assistant. She’d showered again to wash off any hint of the photochemical fumes and gussied up for meeting with Mary Jane Watson. It was part courtesy—how better to show respect to a model than to look good for her?—but also it w...
Peter recognized the secretary. Her shoulder-length auburn hair billowed about her playfully animated face: blue eyes innocent pules of promise, small pouting lips seeming to beg for a kiss. Her skin was pink satin over a perfectly proportioned doll, only her breasts breaking the symmetrical proportion. They were firm, voluptuous, almost too large for her athletic body and adorably tiny waist. Her broad hips flared heart-shaped into long legs, bare feet curling and fidgeting under her Indian-sit...
Okay, I think I've wrapped up all my commissions for the month and I'm on to editing my novel, so do I owe anyone? Any requests for updates when I get a spare moment?
Pamela Isley was dreaming deeply, but was she a plant dreaming she was human or a human dreaming she was a plant?
The dream was the same either way. She lay writhing, naked, spread-eagled upon her bed, awaiting the onslaught of the huge, throbbing, threatening cock poised between her legs. She lay trembling in her pristineness, which added to her terror; yet she was detached from it too. The plant dreaming of the human or the human dreaming of the plant, a disembodied spirit that heckled ...
Fic idea: The only way to get the demon out of Waverly is with Peacemaker. Wynonna just needs to figure out where to put it...
Look, Wynonna doesn't *want* to be mean to Waverly and make her suck Peacemaker and slap her around a little...
But Waverly keeps breaking through and telling Wynonna that it's okay, she can take it, anything to exorcise the demon.
(And surely the demon's lying when it says that Waverly's enjoying all of it.)
After breaking ...
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So apparently there’s someone going around in OUAT fandom trying to stir up hate against me, taking lines from my fics out of context and sending them to multiple people like ~is this problematic?~ and… you know? I think that’s freaking crappy. I’ve seen borderline doxxing attempts from what I think is the same person–hard to tell when they don’t have the balls to sign a name to their righteousness–and instead of this behavior being condemned, it’s endorsed and supported becau...
Immediately after her time with Emma, Sue went home and fell into bed. She hugged Reed’s pillow. She reassured herself that the ordeal was over. Things would be normal again. She would be a plain, simple wife to Reed. Sweet, gentle, loving Reed. Sue heaved a big sigh of relief and dozed off. She refused to think of the next time Emma would call upon her.
She slept like a baby and never heard Reed come in, nor did she feel him crawl into bed with her. She woke up early the next morning, ...
“Would you like to come up?” her lady asked as soon as they were in the lobby of the townhouse, it being deserted at this time of night, inviting the bold question. “For coffee and also sex?”
Her eyes, gleaming before, now almost shone at the open, challenging directness of her own speech. And she, being a knight, decided to match her lady’s dropped gauntlet… if not exceed it.
“I’m not in the mood for coffee,” she said, stepping closer and closer, daring her la...
“Sweetie!” Lisa said, launching herself into Cisco’s arms with such force that, although Lisa Snart was not a large woman, Cisco was still reminded that he didn’t do a lot of cardio. “Did you miss me?”
That seemed like a very existential question all of a sudden. “Uhh, yeah, I guess?”
Lisa gave him a tiny shake, her smile luminous, doing its best to be contagious, while Cisco remained stubborn vaccinated. “C’mon, Cissy, it’s been six months, five days,...
Diana reached out and took his hand long enough for a squeeze. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up quite a sweat on my missives. If we can’t rest, we can at least make ourselves presentable.”
Peter sighed. “You go first. Might as well get the hot water.”
She tittered slightly. “This is the Hilton, Peter. There will be ample hot water.”
“Don’t know if I should let myself get used to it, then.”
Jean Grey walked through the quad of the Xavier Institute, trying to enjoy the crisp September afternoon on her stroll. She just couldn’t shake the feeling it wasn’t ‘her’ quad. Since she and the other X-Men—well, the ‘original X-Men,’ now that there were so many—had traveled forward in time, the school had changed so much, been rebuilt so many times, as to be nearly unrecognizable. Even the name was new. The Xavier Institute. Imagine!
Luckily for me—or maybe a little unluckily—I’d programmed my machine to jerk me back to ‘reality’ after six hours. The artist Chad had a pretty good life, but I didn’t know about retiring there. I fixed the bug, but it gave me an idea.
I’d been lucky so far, but jumping into other realities without a clue as to how to get along there was dangerous. The first time at bat, I’d ended up in a post-apocalyptic dystopia. I could’ve used that Chad’s skillset.
“Henry James Mills, you may be the Author, but it is still a school night!”
Standing in the doorway to the reading room, Regina looked like some statue to motherhood—hands flat on her hips, head tilted to the side, a decided scowl on her face from the better part of an hour spent playing phone tag and running around town to track her son down. It all evaporated into exasperated fondness, though, as she came down the landing to the writing desk where Henry had a leather-bound book...
Okay, so if you haven't noticed, I've been a little inactive this month, though I've tried to keep on top of my commissions and rewards and whatnot. But basically it's like this--my publisher called me to ask for a story in 2017. I sent them a short story to publish in one of their collections. They liked it, but asked for it to be expanded to a 60K+ novel. I'm now just about to fifty thousand words, so next month I should be able to relax and get back to doing some good old-fashioned fanfic.
Diana’s body bisected an air duct, the unspooling flow of ventilation stirring the sweat on her bare body. The chill made her pull tighter to Clark as he collapsed between her legs, his body pulled as taut as hers. He wasn’t used to exerting his strength this way. She’d taken his power as nothing on this planet could. And she could see the thrill of that realization in his eyes, as he realized their pleasure didn’t have to end with his last ejaculation.
By 2 PM, Mary Jane couldn’t take it anymore. She’d taken a few clients while she waited, but hadn’t really been able to enjoy herself, not with things with Peter up in the air. Finally, she barged into his room. Doors in the Ball were rarely locked, as few minded having someone join them or watch them when they were in delicto flagrante. Mary Jane didn’t even get that pleasure.
Peter was sound asleep, sprawled in the middle of the bed. Carol was on his right, nose nestled in hi...
