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2016-03-02 21:41:35 +0000 UTC View Post
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2016-03-02 21:41:35 +0000 UTC View PostA part of Liv would miss happy-go-lucky brain, but ever since the boat, she preferred to take life as it was, rather than how she’d like it to be. Otherwise, she would’ve taken a Scientology pamphlet a long time ago.
New brain was a case of autoerotic asphyxiation, and in a woman no less. Liv almost felt proud. Took dedication for a girl to be that into masturbation. Fifteen minutes and counting on new brain, and she didn’t feel like choking herself. Well, no more than usual.
Q...
2016-03-02 00:45:04 +0000 UTC View PostSafely ensconced in her sheets, Gilda was actually thinking about Liv at the moment. However, if Liv knew, she would hardly be flattered. Gilda was thinking of sucking Major off while Liv was there, maybe inside Max Rager’s zombie containment unit, watching while Gilda deprived her of brain in all kinds of ways.
It was a pretty sick fantasy, she’d admit, but having Vaughn Du Clark as her daddy, she was pretty sure she’d been screwed from birth. Might as well embrace the Chaotic Evil....
2016-03-01 19:01:35 +0000 UTC View PostMary Jane sat down beside her on the bed, the mattress stirring gently with her added weight. Gwen moaned even at that un-seismic shift. Her head was swimming; she felt dizzy even lying down. She hadn’t drunk, but she felt as though she was loaded, sloshed, hammered. She pondered sending MJ out to get her some hair of the dog that bit her, wondering if that would work when she was drunk on her own loneliness, not on alcohol.
“Bad day?” Mary Jane asked, reaching out to run her middle ...
2016-03-01 01:45:00 +0000 UTC View PostAlright, so I plan on closing the month out with a few time-sensitive commissions, then take a short break to revise the novel more, then back to business. I'll keep going with the Spider-Man story during that time so you'll have something to tide you over. I've published it on Livejournal, but not AO3 or FF.net, so it's probably new to a lot of you. An oldie, but a goodie. And just in case you were wondering why it hasn't been posted here, that's why--it's not an all-new work, but something I'm...
2016-02-28 02:15:42 +0000 UTC View PostDick’s arms were tightly coiled around his chest. In a normal man, it would just have looked like someone crossing their arms, but Diana could see the strain of the muscles, hear the rush of blood as he forced himself to remain neutral.
“Catalina Flores,” he said simply.
Diana didn’t flinch from his anger, tightly controlled as it was. “I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to earn your trust anymore.”
“Trust isn’t the same as blind obedience. Now what’s that woman do...
2016-02-26 19:11:12 +0000 UTC View PostDick’s arms were tightly coiled around his chest. In a normal man, it would just have looked like someone crossing their arms, but Diana could see the strain of the muscles, hear the rush of blood as he forced himself to remain neutral.
“Catalina Flores,” he said simply.
Diana didn’t flinch from his anger, tightly controlled as it was. “I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to earn your trust anymore.”
“Trust isn’t the same as blind obedience. Now what’s that ...
2016-02-25 19:11:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe grounds of the Mansion were green and clear, the landscaping undisturbed, the lawn unharmed long enough for the grass to grow to a respectable height. The Professor had kept it at that discretely manicured country club height, like he was ashamed that all that green was alive, but Scott let it grow. The longer it grew, the bigger the victory.
He knew this place. It was about the only time SHIELD had shown up at the Xavier Institute, in the form of Maria Hill, her body long and l...
2016-02-24 21:11:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe grounds of the Mansion were green and clear, the landscaping undisturbed, the lawn unharmed long enough for the grass to grow to a respectable height. The Professor had kept it at that discretely manicured New England height, like he was ashamed that all that green was alive, but Scott let it grow. The longer it grew, the bigger the victory.
He knew this place. It was about the only time SHIELD had shown up at the Xavier Institute, in the form of Maria Hill, her body long and lean and ...
2016-02-24 01:57:24 +0000 UTC View PostJ'onn opened the doors of the van and got a real surprise. Several, in fact.
First, that it was a woman who had hidden herself under the raincoat.
Second, that she was naked, and hot enough for J'onn to be thankful for it.
Third, that she was fucking Emma with a strap-on.
And fourth, he supposed, that Emma was a lesbian. She’d always seemed like a glutton for prick to him.
Although he was surprised by, and didn’t quite understand, what he was see...
2016-02-22 21:42:50 +0000 UTC View PostI know this isn't where much room for plot in a fic where the premise is literally just "Scott Summers fucks a lot of different women," but I do at least try to adhere to a believable, canon characterization, so with Madelyne, I wanted to see about Scott legitimately trying for a 'second chance.' We might still get the infamous Goblyn Queen costume later--reason enough to hold off on the usual flowery description of Madelyne, fair enough?--but as with Emma, I wanted to explore the idea of Scott ...
2016-02-21 14:50:27 +0000 UTC View PostScott recognized instantly where he was now. The suite Warren had rented in the Waldorf-Astoria. The whole thing was burnt into his memory. The first time Jean had come back to him. It was almost disturbing how much he remembered. He let himself be led to the room, let himself go into it, and there she was. As sweet and innocent as she’d been before the Phoenix, like that was just a mistake, a mirage. She went to him, she kissed him, and he let himself be kissed.
It wasn’t hard to play alo...
2016-02-21 14:34:34 +0000 UTC View Post“That was a long time ago,” Jean said suddenly, a decisive end to the conversation. “I shouldn’t expect—“
“What?” Madeline interrupted herself, so alike to Jean in that moment that it could’ve burnt Scott. “To get some sympathy when you’re scared and traumatized? To have an old friend care about you? Or an old friend’s wife?”
Jean laughed, a little hysterical, and Scott could hear the Phoenix laughing too. And she, it, had been so quiet… “I was going...
2016-02-20 21:53:26 +0000 UTC View PostScott recognized instantly where he was now. The suite Warren had rented in the Walford-Astoria. The whole thing was burnt into his memory. The first time Jean had come back to him. It was almost disturbing how much he remembered. He let himself be led to the room, let himself go into it, and there she was. As sweet and innocent as she’d been before the Phoenix, like that was just a mistake, a mirage. She went to him, she kissed him, and he let himself be kissed.
It wasn’t hard to ...
2016-02-20 08:52:42 +0000 UTC View PostSchloss Falke was quite the castle, built nearly into the mountainside it occupied. It had been designed to stand strong against medieval foes, but would be nearly as hard to breach for modern ones. Short of an airstrike, the place was impenetrable.
Fortunately, Peggy was proving more destructive than an airstrike.
She pulled layers of false bush away from the rock face she’d led them to, exposing a dark crevice just large enough for maybe two people going in side by side. “Secret tu...
2016-02-19 18:56:48 +0000 UTC View PostStanding before the dressing room’s full-length mirror, Sue regarded her reflection. Everything had been rather ordinary, dull even… she’d returned home, her serving girl had helped her out of the dress, and naturally Reed wasn’t anywhere near bed, the man working late so she’d had no one to get drunk with her, no one to dance with her, no one to take her home and actually do what all those men had been starving to do with her. To her.
What cruel irony.
She wasn’t rea...
2016-02-19 10:46:38 +0000 UTC View PostJason knocked at the door—a hastily but professionally assembled front of plywood assembled in the middle of the studio space to form the façade of a house. From any other angle but the camera’s, it was as obvious a fake as any Western town in a Hollywood backlot. But the director, See-More, liked that touch. Said it was meta, post-modern. After all, they were trying to make a cheesy porn movie. Something Manitou Dawn would have believably done before she made it big as a member of the JLU....
2016-02-18 20:04:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe dildo looked twice as big as the last one. It was so big that the goddess had to use two hands to hold it, the shaft at least a foot long, and it was inches bigger around than Paula had ever taken before.
When the bulging tip touched the mouth of her pussy, it felt like the butt of a rifle was trying to get inside.
“Do you feel it?” Paula moaned, trying to hold back the fear that would constrict her insides, make this even more painful. “Is the portal opening?”
She ...
2016-02-18 02:05:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe Messerschmitt Bf 109 clawed through the air, its engines starting to feel the effects of depleting fuel as the precious fuel-air mixture feeding them drifted out of alignment. The propellers ever so slightly varied their perfectionist rhythm, the deep-set swimming stroke that actually allowed the fighter plane’s cannons to fire between the chopping of the props. With the stuttering they were doing, pilot Heinrich Oberman felt little assurance in pulling the trigger.
Not that he had b...
2016-02-17 17:02:04 +0000 UTC View PostJust a heads up to keep everyone in the loop.
-I know the RPF story didn't contain the celebrities who were voted on, but I wanted to establish the conceit and make a big splash first off, with subsequent chapters spending more time on the characters and individual circumstances. This 'pilot' gave everyone a bit of short shrift, and that was by design.
-Not sure whether to continue on the Jaime Reyes story. That Ivy/Harley/Bart/Jaime scenario was about all I had planned (for now,...
2016-02-17 04:43:11 +0000 UTC View PostFelicia left slowly, giving Selina plenty of time to realize what an ass she was being and apologize. She dressed in her own room, in front of the three full-length mirrors that showed off both her profiles, and her full frontal. First, she admired her body. There was a wistful longing in it now, knowing that Selina’s was identical—that while she could still touch herself, it wasn’t quite the same. A sheen of sweat from the sex still covered her, the glimmer moving with her heaving breasts...
2016-02-15 21:25:02 +0000 UTC View Post“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come up,” Jaime said, letting the robe fall open as soon as he’d shut the door behind them. His costume was as tattered and torn as one would expect from dealing with crime from a Two-Face or a Man-Bat, rather than a Penny Plunderer. He sounded sincere enough. “The city needed my help…”
“We needed your cock!” Ivy protested. “Do you know what it’s like to spend all day with a great, big, wonderful cock, and all the while it’s Selina’s?”<...
2016-02-15 15:44:14 +0000 UTC View PostFelicia whimpered softly as the strap-on slid out of her, dripping both her own juices and the fluids that had leaked over the mount with Selina’s own arousal. High-end lubricants and a few pharmaceutical enhancements had made her hornier than a jackrabbit, so that hours of relentless friction, interrupted only (‘only’) by her multiple orgasms, had left her with little but a dull ache. And she liked having it ache.
Who could’ve believed that she’d finally find someone to fuck her...
2016-02-14 18:50:22 +0000 UTC View PostIf quantum physics is true and there is a universe for all possible histories and futures, then there is an infinite number of universes where you're banging Emma Watson.
That’s a joke on the internet, but not too far removed from reality. And once you realize that, it really shifts your perspective. I mean, this universe—it’s a little unimpressive, isn’t it? Unimportant in the grand scheme of things.
I think I speak without undue ego when I say that I’m a genius. My invent...
2016-02-14 17:05:54 +0000 UTC View PostTraci had barely been in his house for twelve seconds before the shower was on and she was under the spray. Jaime didn’t even have time to warn her about how long it took for the water to heat up. Didn’t matter, he supposed. When you were covered in Lower Demon guck, you really couldn’t be too concerned with how much you shivered while you got clean.
“Sorry about that,” he called into the bathroom. His armor had shielded him from the explosion of demon… stuff. Traci’s fashion...
2016-02-13 19:56:30 +0000 UTC View PostThe ballroom moved in elegant repose, everything stately, everything formal, the dances like the fastidious clockwork of some masterful mechanism. It was a testament to Sue’s beauty that she managed to make the machine skip a beat.
She arrived in the latest fashion, a white dress near to skin-tight, a gem the size of a man’s fist fronting the low-slung belt, a smaller collection of jewels upon the brocade, her cape with its fur epaulets dutifully removed by a courtier as sh...
2016-02-10 23:12:47 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, the writing's coming along well. This month, I'm going to try to get some of the longer fics finished. I don't like the thought of having two, say, X-Men longfics going at the same time, and I do have a pretty interesting idea for an X-Men 'dating sim' where the readers (that's you) can decide between which ladies the main character will get involved with, a la Choose Your Own Adventure.
I've got the novel submitted to my publisher, but it's not very polished--I foresee them either n...
2016-02-10 19:23:21 +0000 UTC View PostThe change happened during a normal sparring session.
Deep in the Foundry, Thea was going sticks and sticks with Laurel, enjoying herself, joking about which of them would win—typical Saturday night for a girl with a master assassin father and a superhero brother. Then she felt it deep in her guts, a hand slammed behind her eyes, something that’d been waiting now determined to get out.
With a sudden roar, she threw herself at Laurel, tonfa sticks flaring, and it was only Laurel...
2016-02-10 19:14:28 +0000 UTC View PostEarth-617
The woman that strode into Felicia’s apartment for their appointment definitely looked sexy enough. She was tall and trim, her jacket classy, her skirt knee-length, her powder-blue Oxford blouse tight enough to be interesting, with her thin, classical face further delineated by a set of black spectacles. Her brown hair was cut short, hanging neatly about her face, and when she introduced herself, it was with an unaffectedly low, husky voice that was not smutty, but just authori...
2016-02-05 17:03:42 +0000 UTC View Post