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Did I hear Black Widow/Pepper Potts bondage sex?

“Bartender, could you turn that up, please?” Natasha asked, flashing an insidious smile, and the bartender turned the volume up on the TV mounted above the bar, loud enough to be heard over as desultory a night as this one. The bar was not at all what Pepper had imagined when Natasha had invited her out for drinks; a country and western place with a population of shitkickers, truckers, and what looked like the Sons of Anarchy playing pool. Pepper guessed Clint had introduced her to the pla...

Lucia's played the bonus round on Street Fighter too many times

Mindy pulled them to a stop, looking into the backseat, gratified to find a heavy winter jacket keeping company a collection of empty fast-food containers and a ticketing pad. She pulled it up and over herself, then saw Lucia pushing aside the broken door, stomping across the desert ground like she would walk around the world before turning back. She got to the fence, clawed her fingers into the mesh, and tore it open. Not good enough. She ripped swathes of it away, pitching them onto the grou...

And today I worked on my first DVD review for Chud.

And the next chapter for you Patrons before anyone else.

All Felicity would think about, beyond her own nudity, was the pair of lips reverently kissing her pale ass. Occasionally, Sara would pause to lick at the base of her spine, where a teasingly sensitive spot always made Felicity tingle, but then the blonde always went back to those soft, rounded moons to gently exercise her lips and teeth. A warm glow was spreading through Felicity’s hips, like Sara was whispering a magic spell to be carried in the blood of her arteries and capillaries, the war...

Still writin' bout lesbian vampires.

The theme of the dance was fairy tales. It was done up with all the hallmarks of an enchanted forest: gingerbread. Potted plants lining the floor, posterboard tree branches taped up to the wall along with the string lights, a cardboard castle covering the closed-up bleachers with a plush dragon on top. And, of course, Nicki Minaj music. And the tables had these wreaths with flowers in them around candles, that actually really looked great, Mindy was very impressed. She asked around for who had ...

Upcoming update to the post I'm about to make

All Felicity would think about, beyond her own nudity, was the pair of lips reverently kissing her pale ass. Occasionally, Sara would pause to lick at the base of her spine, where a teasingly sensitive spot always made Felicity tingle, but then the blonde always went back to those soft, rounded moons to gently exercise her lips and teeth. A warm glow was spreading through Felicity’s ass, like Sara was whispering a magic spell to be carried in the blood of her arteries and capillaries, the warm...

Preview

“For my next trick, I’ll need two volunteers from the audience.” Zatanna prowled the stage, knowing quite a bit of the audience was more interested in how her legs looked in her stockings than how her magic looked in the FoxTeca Amphitheatre. She looked over her audience. The high-ticket seats were largely in tuxedos, almost all men, but further back, the crowd expanded to include people in simple business suits, women in evening gowns, and finally blue-collar people in their Sunday best, ...

Beginnings of a story

Sara Lance hurt. She’d learned to endure a lot of pain over the years, but never being apart from Nyssa. There were so many ways to deal with pain, but only one way to deal with this. The League’s way. Remind herself that it was necessary. She couldn’t be with Nyssa. Starling City needed her, her family needed her. Nyssa needs you, a small voice said, so deep inside her that Sara couldn’t possibly shut it up. You need her. She sat in Club Verdant, watching it close up, the last of the ...

Working on a crossover.

The world had been electrified by news of Superman’s cousin coming to Earth. Ever since last year,, when a series of interviews by Lois Lane had delved into Superman’s feelings of isolation, meager as they were, the world’s heart had gone out to him. Kara was seen as an end to his loneliness. Most, not knowing any better, expected her to join her cousin in the costumed family business. Many even looked for evidence of a romantic relationship between the two. All were surprised when Kal-El ...

Second of two-for-one updates

Quick Learner Part 2 “I told you once!” Anna raised her voice. “Return me to Elsa! Right now!” “Can’t, m’lady.” Rumpelstiltskin shrugged in mocking apology. “There’s some form of magic criss-crossing your whole lovely island. I could no more transport you there than you could push your hand through a wall.” Anna guffawed. “Some Dark One! Not even as good as a decent boat—“ “Careful, dearie!” he chided, skin glistening as he lowered his head like a bull about to ch...

Preview of that story I'll be releasing tomorrow

Elsa wasn’t sure quite what to do. Ingrid had told her to get comfortable with her body, but it was her body. How could she be uncomfortable with it? It was only her powers she was uncomfortable with, and even them she was growing familiar with. She tried to make herself more comfortable than comfortable. Took a hot bath—which even she could enjoy—washed herself, combed the tangles from her hair. Then she tried touching herself how Ingrid had. In the place Ingrid had. Nothing happened. ...

As a special treat, here's the script for a fan comic sequel to Power Girl's Boy Toy that Ksennin was going to draw. Maybe he'll finish it some day.

FIRST PAGE 1. Splash panel. POWER GIRL and TERRA are at an outdoor café, drinking iced coffee. Both are in uniform, though their costumes are slightly torn. In the background, we see some sign of a resolved crisis. A downed kaiju, a giant robot being hauled away, a supervillain being loaded into a paddywagon, whatever. We're basically at the tail-end of a fight, with Karen and Atlee licking their wounds. Terra is ranting. TERRA: Why is it these losers always try to rob banks? They know the mo...

PGBT Part 2

A bit gratifyingly, Hiro didn’t just keep it out in the open where anyone could see it. It was in a special vault under the building that took Karen’s JLA authentication to let her in. She waited patiently while various sensors double-checked her identity. As if anyone else could have her chest measurements. “It’s not like it was a sexbot,” Hiro was explaining. “They were purely aesthetic. Muses, really. Fan art.” “They?” Karen asked, as a laser swept over her chest for the fou...

PGBT Part 1 (Artwork by Snowzapped)

Power Girl stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back. The abyss looked a lot like a thirteen-year-old boy from Japan. Hiro Okamura was the latest Toyman, an otaku with a genius-level IQ. He’d already built a Composite Batman-Superman mecha that had saved the Earth from a Kryptonite asteroid, nanobots that had scoured the Earth of green-K radiation, and almost half the gadgets your average superhero nowadays relied on. All very impressive for a thirteen-year-old. The downside: he was thir...

Here's a sketch of a scene from an upcoming Power Girl fic by snow torres. It'll be cleaned up for the story's release, but you saw it here first.

Marry The Knight update imminent

They were back on the rooftop—a dark, tall one made for skulking. Perfect vantage point to watch the cops leading Two-Face and his men away. Not that they were watching. “You think one of his balls is normal and the other is scarred?” Roxy asked, giving her cycle a quick going-over with a spray-bottle and rag. The bullets hadn’t dented it, but they had left some nasty stains. Tim seethed inwardly. And, not so inwardly. “That was reckless and stupid. You could’ve gotten yourself—�...

If you get the opportunity to write teenage lesbian vampires getting caught in the act by their parents, I highly recommend you take it.

“I’m hungry,” Lucia said. “Do your parents keep any Pop-Tarts around? Maybe an Eggo?” “Not a great time, El.” “It’s before noon, I think breakfast is still an option…” “They caught us having sex, Lucia!” “Don’t be overdramatic, they caught us after we had sex. Can you imagine how frustrated I’d be if they had interrupted during? Unless they’d let us finish before they started yelling. That’s what I would do if I were a parent. Like, what, are you not gonna...

Last day of writing the vampire strap-on lesbians levitation telepathic link scene

“I’ll do the moving,” Lucia replied, and turned Mindy over. Then pulled her up to her hands and knees, a pose Mindy could just barely hold. A hand crashed down on Mindy’s ass, the overwarm feeling of the bloom it raised clashing with the cold palm-print at the center of it. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Hell fucking yeah, Minz, if you could see yourself like this, maybe you’d know how bad I need to fuck you…” Mindy looked back. “You’re not going to… are you gonna fuck my ass?” Luci...

Writing a lot of vampire smut at the moment. But do you really want a story about a horny teenager and a sexy vampire who don't bang? Twilight joke.

Puddle of satisfaction echoed in Mindy’s vagina—she could just see herself lying there, all fucked out, Lucia with a saucy little smile like Mindy was just a cute kitten that’d amused her. Mindy felt the leather strap of the strap-on on Lucia’s waist, bucking over her groin, and fuck, she didn’t care if she Shining’d out blood. She was kissing Lucia, she was touching her, she was pushing her down onto the bed and if the leg she threw over Lucia wasn’t a perfect slender pillar of al...

Excerpt from the next chapter of The Gwen Stacy Syndrome

Dear MJ, I’m writing this on my tablet, in the backseat of your car as you drive to the airport, Felicia in the passenger seat, pointing out landmarks from a tour guide. I think she wants you to stay. I know I do. But it’s my job—my privilege—to support you and I could never be as selfish as to ask you to turn an opportunity like this down. So don’t think for a second that we can’t endure being apart from you. Even if I’m missing you already. I know I’m striking a bit of a contr...

An excerpt from "Blue Beetle Fucks The DC Universe," coming soon to a DC Big Bang near you.

Ted left the bar a few beers later. Max had been spectacularly unhelpful, but it was only fair—Ted had been spectacularly unhelpful to him numerous times. He was buzzed, but still smart enough to know better than to drive. Of course he was smart—he was a genius playboy inventor philanthropist… how did that go? The good thing about living in a gentrified neighborhood was that he could just walk back to his apartment, and so he did, stolidly placing one foot in front of the other and only ru...