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...
It was another normal day on the Enterprise, which meant that Scotty had just stopped a warp-core implosion, Kirk was dictating his log entry on how he'd dealt with an alien who thought she was Thor, God of Thunder, and Chekov was gossiping with Sulu about whether Spock and Uhura were going to get married in the spring. Spock took up position beside the cap...
Dr. Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, spoke in a remarkably clear, focused voice. "Feel your power flow and ebb. Let it rise and fill you, but always be prepared to put a stopper on it. Be aware of how much energy you draw into yourself—for now, allow it to build." Clea, his disciple and student, listened to his words intently. "Yes... it's building nicely...
A/N: This fic is made possible by contributions from readers like you. Skye still thought SHIELD was the jackbooted fist of a despotic international hegemony, but they gave great hours. After two nonstop, touch and go months in Kiev trying to keep anyone from exploding things that were better off not exploding, they were finally being given a couple wee...
Selina hated New York. It hadn't been so bad once. No worse than Coast City or Keystone, last time she'd been there. But that had been back when she was still a teenager. It'd changed since then. Most people blamed Giuliana, but Selina personally held Disney accountable. Them and six other megacorporations. Couldn't make money on a city with personality. Th...
"Oh, yes! Finally!!" Clara reclined on the console of the TARDIS, spreading her legs for her love, her husband, her Doctor. Above her, the Doctor hurried out of his clothes. His suspenders drooped down his pantlegs, his shirt flew off his chest, his pants fell down his legs, but his bowtie stayed on. "Oy! You've been very naughty, Clara. Acting very much li...
Scott came to not in the warm sweat of fervent dreams and bad memories, but with the feel of cool scales under his cheek. His head was in Mystique's lap, her fingers stroking his hair from one end of his visor to the other. Like he was a small child, or a lap dog. In front of him and Raven, the TV was on. News footage from New York. Amateur, badly pixelate...
Superman tapped gently at the glass of Lois's window, his super-hard fingernail producing a sound not unlike the cliché pebble thrown by a teenage paramour. Perhaps Lois thought that was what it was, until she remembered her apartment was thirty stories up. With the realization—fast as it was—Lois rushed out of her bedroom, robe tied over the T-shirt and pan...
Jean watched Emma apply her make-up in the silver lacquer of the mirror. It wasn't clean and casual, like Jean did hers. Emma lingered on every brushstroke, every flavored dab, like an artist composing a masterpiece. And she never looked at Jean. "I'm back," Jean said, emphasizing it, though the point had been made abundantly clear by the vast Phoenix Effec...
It was finally happening. Shanna looked down between her legs, almost in disbelief. Her cunt had not caught fire, nor was it flashing like a storm holding lightning inside, yet it felt like both these things and more. All because of the boy... the man... between her thighs. Zar, with his bright eyes and wispy hair and that smile that made her heart quicken...