Nothing was working out like it was supposed to.
Jean had meant to find Scott at play with his little slut, that bitch Emma, but when she’d entered his mind, all she’d found was battle plans and blueprints. Still, she knew. She could feel it. Not as a telepath, but as a woman.
He’d fucked her.
So she went to confront Emma, waiting for her, arrogant, cool, insouciant, draped in a chair with her costume showing off her body as glibly as if Scott’s fingerprints were all...
Peter shook his head, but he let me take his hand and I took it straight to my tit. His fingers trembled when they touched me—so sweet—but I worked from the outside of my shirt and I made his hand cup my breast. The nipple was up, and if his glove was thin enough to let him stick to walls through it, then there was no way he couldn’t feel that. His fingers pinched lightly, and I let out a little coo, surprised and pleased. It always feels different when it’s someone else’s hand doing i...
2016-07-14 06:05:24 +0000 UTC View PostSue had a problem.
Emma Frost had a DVD. Sue was on it, among others, and while it might’ve been fun viewing for Sue, or any number of people, Sue did not want it shown. If Emma showed it to the wrong people, it could destroy Sue’s reputation.
She had ...
2016-07-12 20:33:05 +0000 UTC View PostHas your refrigerator ever broke down and forced you to eat everything in it or let it go to waste?
The Earp household had just undergone a similar situation, just with alcohol, and without anything breaking down.
Doc was sprawled on the couch, his hat over his eyes, his jangle of limbs managing to fill a piece of furniture meant to se...
2016-07-12 20:19:59 +0000 UTC View PostThe party was an oasis and Clark tried to relax in it. Ever since Africa, he’d been buried in work, both for the Planet and… for the planet. He’d started delving into the Batman controversy, as well as been assigned a sports piece on Vic Stone. And then there were his difficulties with Lois. The Senate commission’s calls for his head. It all seemed like too much.
Emma ignored the fancy fixtures of Regina’s building. The dry art pierces on the wall, the potted plants at every turn in trendy eco-friendliness, the wallpaper that was overbearing enough to insert itself into the prints they bothered to frame. It was a little tacky, actually. Thankfully, Regina’s own apartment was much more tasteful. She knocked at the door.
Well, it was a vibrator, Emma could say that with some confidence. What it was supposed to vibrate, she had no idea. Oil derricks? Small naval ships? Kinky elephants? Jesus, it looked like a suppository for Optimus Prime. It looked like a baby redesigned by H.R. Giger. It looked like the little dangling thing at the back of your throat if you were a monster truck.
Chloe came home from another boring day of translating to find that Nadine and Elena were killing the bottle of sangria that Nate had brought back. He and she had only salvaged it from an Italian marketplace, but still, she felt quite justified in taking a long draught straight from the bottle before she poured herself a glass as well.
“Chloe, good, you’re here,” Nadine said. Knowing her hollow leg and Elena’s competitiveness and her competitiveness, there was no doubt that ...
2016-07-06 19:54:40 +0000 UTC View PostBy the time Talia caught up to Bruce, he’d corralled Oswin and Edie. They laid together on a settee, their hands bound.
Jubilee got out of Scott’s car in a daze. She’d been fucked so many times by him that she felt drunk, and euphoric, and dizzy. She made it back inside the mansion on autopilot, her legs carrying her in the vague direction of her room as her mind floated in another world. The world of Scott. His hard muscles, his huge cock, his cum spurting inside her…
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The first thing Ana saw when she arrived home, late in the night, was Felicia waiting for her in a loose, filmy nightgown. Ana studied her—perfect breasts spilling out the front, nipples gathering to make a soft impression against the insubstantial material. They hugged, Ana feeling Felicia’s warm orbs as they pushed against her own chest.
With surprising care, but shocking speed, Batman ripped the headband from Dick and tossed it aside. Instantly, his senses cleared into muddiness—the clear-cut precision of his devotion to Oswin suddenly replaced by confusion and shock.
Inspiration for Jubilee's look in an upcoming Mating Call of the Phoenix update, as well as my headcanon Jubes, Brenda Song. At least for the all-growed-up version in MCotP. I saw Lana Condor in Apocalypse and thought she did a good job, but is it just me, or did they really do her dirty? After seeming such a good sport about promoting the film and doing the Xavier Institute infomercial that was such a highlight of the ad campaign, she really wasn't in the movie much. And this after going to the...
2016-06-29 08:16:28 +0000 UTC View PostMisty Knight laid in the bathtub of the apartment she shared with Colleen Wing. She didn’t find it particularly comfortable, certainly not more comfortable than her own bed, but some days, her bionic arm got to bothering her. The only thing for it was to brace the prosthetic against something hard, and rearranging her bed to be next to a wall would piss her off too much to sleep. This way the nap actually did her some good.
Talia woke up to a dream. She was being kissed. She was being touched. Someone was doing to her all the things she wished Bruce would do. Almost all of them. From the way his hands—he had so many hands—kept massaging her thighs, all she had to do was spread them, and…
Harley showed up around two, bringing Chinese food. She brought with her an aspiring model, Mary Batson, only eighteen years old. Jaime looked her over, rubbing his chin suspiciously.
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Harley showed up around two, bringing Chinese food. She brought with her an aspiring model, Mary Batson, only eighteen years old. Jaime looked her over, rubbing his chin suspiciously.
“Isn’t it a school night?”
Harley pashed. “C’mon, Mistah Reyes, don’t be a jerk. She’ll do anything to get a contract with you guys. Anything.”
Jaime looked Mary over again. Hard to tell how fit she was with her long, modest dress on—or how fun she could be. “She’ll ...
2016-06-16 05:30:15 +0000 UTC View PostDoc Samson sat in his office, the overall effect of it somehow making him look incongruous to it. A turtleneck and sports jacket were thick enough to conceal the rippling of his muscles with every breath, though they couldn’t disguise the inverted triangle of his brawny torso, ramping up from narrow hips into broad shoulders, like a football player who didn’t need pads.
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Oliver was on the salmon ladder when Felicity came in. They were alone, and entering, Felicity had a moment to register the sheer emptiness of the place, the void of it, before the realization of Oliver’s presence came crashing in.
By the way, sorry if updates have been few and far between lately. Trying to get something published lately, so my time is split. But I should have a few things for you soon. Also, don't forget to vote on what you want to happen next in Choose Your Own X-Venture.
I feel the need to explain that I am trying to do more than just do a harem story where Chris has to choose which girl gets boinked every chapter. I want to do an actual X-Men story, which should be interesting in a continuity whe...
2016-06-12 22:08:02 +0000 UTC View PostJean’s office was a little shocking; subconsciously, Scott had been expecting something along the lines of Emma’s office, which unsurprisingly occupied the same room in his universe. Emma kinkily combined Old World grandeur with whitely fetishized iconoclasm; a space halfway between Stanley Kubrick and David Bowie to serve as both therapist’s office and humble-brag.
“Have a seat,” Jean said, gesturing him to a couch with one cushion dominated by file folders. He sat, careful not to disturb the pile.
Jean was as gorgeous as ever, aging like fine wine, without even the forceful exuberance of Emma’s high fashion and aggressive make-up. Instead, there was a comfortable grace to Jean’s simple look, her comfortable after-hours clothing, and it made Scott feel as if he’d been invited into something private, intimate. Like he’d been brought up to...
2016-06-08 05:07:26 +0000 UTC View PostKaren had no idea what was going on. The alert had been canceled and the hunt for Jason was off, but she had no idea if that meant he’d resolved the situation—the man had the luck of a cat—or if he’d simply been captured. And she needed to know. Just needed to.
Jubilee was hella looking forward to getting her driver’s license. Then maybe her own car. The X-Men were loaded, after all. Surely one of them could spring for something gently used? None of the boys she was interested in owned a car; most could barely get their hands on the family car. So where was she expected to lose her virginity? The park? Under the bleachers?
“You’re getting better at this,” Duela moaned.
“Thanks,” Karen replied, her voice muffled by Due...
2016-06-04 17:25:25 +0000 UTC View PostTony arrived late to the funeral. Not his own funeral, although yeah, probably that too, eventually. He was trying to sneak in some last-minute amendments to the Accords, give his lawyers some juicy loopholes to tie the courts up for years to come, and he actually thought maybe that was why Pepper had stayed with him so long. This was actually fun, figuring out the system, playing with it, pushing it like it could be pushed.
He almost could’ve stayed on the Leer, trying to file a miss...
2016-06-03 20:54:31 +0000 UTC View PostSo, interesting response to the latest chapter. Some people are positive on the kinky stuff, some are negative on it. I feel it's pretty tame by smut standards. Jess and Carol ask Peter if he'll let them try to seduce him, with the knowledge that they'll only 'seal the deal' if he agrees to the Mary Jane proposition, and he's fine with it because, hey, c'mon.
Moreover, I think it's somewhat in keeping with the Spider-Man tone. The idea of Peter being a hard-luck hero has been unfortunately...
2016-06-03 02:11:37 +0000 UTC View PostIt was amazing that by now, Peter hadn’t developed more of a way with women. He remembered the Playboys and Penthouses of his youth, getting passed around the class, sometimes making their way to him out of a sort of pity. By now, surely he had slept with as many women as had been in any one of those issues, and his partners were no doubt better-looking than the best efforts of LA surgeons and enthusiastic airbrushing.
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