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Power Corrupts: Backrooms Deals (ch. 84)

Darkness squealed as she felt herself being lifted up, the taste of chocolate heavy on her tongue. No one had ever told her that cum tasted like chocolate. Those maids at her father's manor -- they made it out as if the taste of semen was the worst thing in the world when they thought she wasn't listening in to their gossiping sessions.

Darkness wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not-- chocolate was chocolate, but there was something thrilling in the idea of gagging down thick, disgusting cum while fighting off the urge to vomit. 2021-07-24 15:00:16 +0000 UTC View Post

See No Evil: The Calm (ch. 52)

Humanity was far more divided than 2B could have imagined. She reflected on it as she sat alone in her room, her synthetic eyes viewing streams of information from the internet. She would prefer to be guarding Vergil instead, especially when he had proved that he was in increasing amounts of danger, but he ordered her to limit herself to eighteen-hour shifts. The last six hours of the day were hers to do what she wanted.

He did that in an attempt to allow her to acclimatize her to her increasing disillusionment with humanity, but 2B fo...

See No Evil: Fifteen Minutes (ch. 51)

Working for Vergil St. Jude was an interesting experience, Miranda reflected as she gave her signature on yet another form. He was a taskmaster. Oddly, he was worse than her father had been -- not only had he created her to be perfect, but he expected absolute perfection in everything. Vergil still found a way to beat him out in terms of dumping mountains of work onto her.

Only the fact that he dumped an equally large load of work onto himself stopped her from throwing him out of the building sometimes . It made it… acceptable. Miser...

See No Evil: Hydras (ch. 50)

My phone rang. An unknown number. I frowned as I glanced at it before offering a small shrug of my shoulders and accepted the call. "Vergil St. Jude speaking," I said, leaning into my chair. My desk had been righted, and the materials on it replaced. I popped my feet up on the mahogany desk, feeling good. Great even.

"Afternoon, St. Jude, this is the President speaking," I heard a voice on the other end and I blinked slowly. Then my ass clenched hard enough that I could have formed a diamond between my cheeks as my feet dropped to the ...

Gone Native: Perspective (ch. 6)

“What do you mean, hands-off?” Garfield protested, voicing the concerns of the Titans as they recuperated in Titans Tower. Their living room served as the briefing room, a large screen displaying the cowled visage of Batman -- only the bottom half of his face was visible, leaving his mouth and square jaw exposed, and even his eyes were covered by some kind of flexible white material that changed with the raising and lowering of his brows, currently set into a stern line. Two stiff spines jutted up from the top of his iconic cowl, like th...

Gone Native: Token Exchanges (ch. 5)

"No," I dismissed him, "I need time to investigate your real estate laws. I can say with certainty that America is mine, but I understand that Earth is very fractured in terms of unity. I will have to visit all the nations on earth to compare," I told him, the Kryptonian not so much as blinking as he leveled a look at me.

"And if you find that they don't support your case?" He questioned in an even tone.

"Buyout, I suppose," I said with a small shrug. "There are other planets that humans can be relocated to. I'm sure that the Fed...

Gone Native: Familiar Faces (ch. 4)

As far as introductions went, that hadn't been a poor one, I thought to myself as I looked down at my bloody hand. It wasn't a single cut, but several small and deep ones from where the magic had cut into my skin like broken glass. That had been a surprise -- Raven, for all her versatility, had seemed to lack raw power. Only it turned out that she had it in spades, she just didn't use it.

There was a story there, but I doubt that she would share it. A Medicine Ball formed in my hand, its soothing purple light bathing the palm of my han...

Power Corrupts: Divine Enemies (ch. 85)

"He's actually going through with it," Megumin realized with some awe as construction began around Axel. It was foundational stuff, like digging out level foundations for houses and roads and that kind of thing. It was happening all around Axel, whose citizens were being paid to work to build a city around the city of Axel.

It was the single greatest act of spite that Megumin had ever witnessed. It was stupid. And completely wasteful. Who knew how much money Jericho was just throwing away? But, the incredible thing was that Jericho did...

Power Corrupts: Backroom Deals (ch. 84)

Darkness squealed as she felt herself being lifted up, the taste of chocolate heavy on her tongue. No one had ever told her that cum tasted like chocolate. Those maids at her father's manor -- they made it out as if the taste of semen was the worst thing in the world when they thought she wasn't listening in to their gossiping sessions.

Darkness wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not-- chocolate was chocolate, but there was something thrilling in the idea of gagging down thick, disgusting cum while fighting off the urge to vomit. 2021-07-17 14:41:39 +0000 UTC View Post

Power Corrupts: Divine Send Off (ch. 83)

"Jericho, why are you trying to buy all the property around Axel?" Hestia asked me, prompting me to look up from my work. Sitting on my workbench was the chest piece of my armor. My good armor. The Black Star sat next to it, held up by a special stand since it was too big for my normal ones. A paintbrush in my hand paused on its way to brush off more of Alduin's soul to enchant my armor.

"No reason in particular," I hedged, resuming my work. My armor was progressing nicely. It had been a very difficult choice on what exactly I wanted t...

A Hard Knock Life: The Pretender (ch. 16)

"Soldering tool?" I requested, holding out my hand and feeling the soldering tool pressed into my hand.

"Lug wrench?" Jackie requested in return, and I passed him the lug wrench that I had borrowed from him earlier to take out the guts of my bike. The two of us were in his garage, both working on our bikes. Mine was in more pieces than Jackie's, who was just working on his to tune it up. I had offered to work my magic, but Jackie had refused. Didn't want anyone touching his bike but him.

The guts of the bike were completely repla...

A Hard Knock Life: Someone That I Used To Know (ch. 15)

"Mano?" Jackie spoke up as we both swallowed a groan the moment we slumped into the couch, the news playing as it detailed hundreds of arrests made, hundreds of millions stolen, and the whole scale collapse of the ABB.

"Hm?" I hummed, resisting the urge to close my eyes and sleep forever.

"I think you might be the craziest motherfucker I've ever met," Jackie told me, his tone honest but he said the words with the same tone as a compliment.

"Hm… Who’s crazier, though? The guy that's crazy or the guy who follows the crazy...

A Hard Knock Life: Feel Good Inc. (ch. 14)

You ever have a moment where you realize you were an absolute idiot of the highest order? I think I’ve had more than most in the grand scheme of things. Part of that was just being a teenager without parents to raise you. But, of all those moments, never before had I felt so stupid. So utterly moronic that it was an honest wonder how I managed to keep drool from running down my chin all the time because I was clearly, undoubtedly, a slack-jawed nitwit.

The world around me was data. Running streams of it that gave the world shape. Mos...

See No Evil: Fifteen Minutes (ch. 51)

Working for Vergil St. Jude was an interesting experience, Miranda reflected as she gave her signature on yet another form. He was a taskmaster. Oddly, he was worse than her father had been -- not only had he created her to be perfect, but he expected absolute perfection in everything. Vergil still found a way to beat him out in terms of dumping mountains of work onto her.

Only the fact that he dumped an equally large load of work onto himself stopped her from throwing him out of the building sometimes . It made it… acceptable. Miser...

See No Evil: Hydras (ch. 50)

My phone rang. An unknown number. I frowned as I glanced at it before offering a small shrug of my shoulders and accepted the call. "Vergil St. Jude speaking," I said, leaning into my chair. My desk had been righted, and the materials on it replaced. I popped my feet up on the mahogany desk, feeling good. Great even.

"Afternoon, St. Jude, this is the President speaking," I heard a voice on the other end and I blinked slowly. Then my ass clenched hard enough that I could have formed a diamond between my cheeks as my feet dropped to the ...

See No Evil: Coming Together (ch. 49)

I've never been drunk on life before, but with how I felt at the moment, that's the only thing that could possibly describe how I felt. Just drunk on life. Deliriously happy. Pure elation. It felt like my blood was singing in my veins, and my brain was absolutely dripping with  dopamine. Batman himself could kick down my door and haul me off to jail, and I don't even think that could take the edge off of my good mood because… I won.

I won. I beat Cobblepot at his own game. I had an inside look at the Batcave, something I once th...

Risk It All: Tells (ch. 18)

The League of Shadows was after Koi, and given the message that Cheshire had given me, it was my Uncle's way of testing me. Again. My Uncle, who knew my secret identity as Koi. However, given the evidence we had, it seemed unlikely that he told them that Ren Song was Koi, which also explained why the League of Shadows had no clue that Beifong was also me.

However, expecting that to remain true was a lot of trust to place into the hands of a guy that had tried to kidnap me. Which is why we didn't.

"This place feels weird," I noted...

Gone Native: Token Exchanges (ch. 5)

"No," I dismissed him, "I need time to investigate your real estate laws. I can say with certainty that America is mine, but I understand that Earth is very fractured in terms of unity. I will have to visit all the nations on earth to compare," I told him, the Kryptonian not so much as blinking as he leveled a look at me.

"And if you find that they don't support your case?" He questioned in an even tone.

"Buyout, I suppose," I said with a small shrug. "There are other planets that humans can be relocated to. I'm sure that the Fed...

Gone Native: Familiar Faces (ch. 4)

As far as introductions went, that hadn't been a poor one, I thought to myself as I looked down at my bloody hand. It wasn't a single cut, but several small and deep ones from where the magic had cut into my skin like broken glass. That had been a surprise -- Raven, for all her versatility, had seemed to lack raw power. Only it turned out that she had it in spades, she just didn't use it.

There was a story there, but I doubt that she would share it. A Medicine Ball formed in my hand, its soothing purple light bathing the palm of my han...

Gone Native: Lost Days (ch. 3)

“Who is this guy again?” Garfield asked in a low whisper, being carried in Kori’s arms. He could fly, but then he wouldn’t be able to run his mouth.

He looked to them for answers, but Raven found herself looking to Tim Drake since it seemed that he was the only one with answers. He clenched his teeth, anxiety rolling off of him in waves that Raven felt despite his best attempts to keep his emotions under control.

It wasn’t something she often felt from Tim, at least not like this. This wasn't jitters before a mission, o...

Power Corrupts: Divine Missions (ch. 82)

"Ehh?" Kazuma uttered, a sinking feeling opening up in his gut as the news reached his ears. The words traveled in one ear and out the other, the implications not really settling in for a good, long minute. "Ehh…? What do you mean that a general of the Demon King is here to face me?" What did that even mean?!

Luna had a wild look in her eyes, "I mean that the Demon General Verdia is here at the head of his army and demanding that you face him in single combat!" She repeated herself, leaning over him. The news really sunk in at that p...

Power Corrupts: Backroom Deals (ch. 84)

Darkness squealed as she felt herself being lifted up, the taste of chocolate heavy on her tongue. No one had ever told her that cum tasted like chocolate. Those maids at her father's manor -- they made it out as if the taste of semen was the worst thing in the world when they thought she wasn't listening in to their gossiping sessions.

Darkness wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not-- chocolate was chocolate, but there was something thrilling in the idea of gagging down thick, disgusting cum while fighting off the urge to vomit. 2021-07-10 14:55:14 +0000 UTC View Post

Power Corrupts: Divine Send Off (ch. 83)

"Jericho, why are you trying to buy all the property around Axel?" Hestia asked me, prompting me to look up from my work. Sitting on my workbench was the chest piece of my armor. My good armor. The Black Star sat next to it, held up by a special stand since it was too big for my normal ones. A paintbrush in my hand paused on its way to brush off more of Alduin's soul to enchant my armor.

"No reason in particular," I hedged, resuming my work. My armor was progressing nicely. It had been a very difficult choice on what exactly I wanted t...

Power Corrupts: Divine Missions (ch. 82)

"Ehh?" Kazuma uttered, a sinking feeling opening up in his gut as the news reached his ears. The words traveled in one ear and out the other, the implications not really settling in for a good, long minute. "Ehh…? What do you mean that a general of the Demon King is here to face me?" What did that even mean?!

Luna had a wild look in her eyes, "I mean that the Demon General Verdia is here at the head of his army and demanding that you face him in single combat!" She repeated herself, leaning over him. The news really sunk in at that p...

See No Evil: Hydras (ch. 50)

My phone rang. An unknown number. I frowned as I glanced at it before offering a small shrug of my shoulders and accepted the call. "Vergil St. Jude speaking," I said, leaning into my chair. My desk had been righted, and the materials on it replaced. I popped my feet up on the mahogany desk, feeling good. Great even.

"Afternoon, St. Jude, this is the President speaking," I heard a voice on the other end and I blinked slowly. Then my ass clenched hard enough that I could have formed a diamond between my cheeks as my feet dropped to the ...

See No Evil: Coming Together (ch. 49)

I've never been drunk on life before, but with how I felt at the moment, that's the only thing that could possibly describe how I felt. Just drunk on life. Deliriously happy. Pure elation. It felt like my blood was singing in my veins, and my brain was absolutely dripping with  dopamine. Batman himself could kick down my door and haul me off to jail, and I don't even think that could take the edge off of my good mood because… I won.

I won. I beat Cobblepot at his own game. I had an inside look at the Batcave, something I once th...

See No Evil: Win Condition (ch. 48)

I honestly had no clue how things were going to work out with Jason. What I did know was that he and Batman had some serious communication issues. Part of that was on Jason -- he was a dumb emotional teenager doing dumb and emotional things. I know the fandom woobiefied Jason Todd because of his tragic backstory, and it was tragic.

But just because you had a sad backstory didn't mean you were immune to idiocy. Jason was assuming too much, he wasn't listening, and every decision didn't need to be emotionally charged to 110% before you d...

Risk It All: Trap Card (ch. 17)

“Who was that?” I asked, throwing myself off the building,  and I only realized my mistake after I made it. It wasn’t so easy to restrain yourself from techniques that you’ve been using for a month now to get around. Especially when there wasn’t a replacement for them. Practice made habits and all that jazz.

I fell down two stories, double jumping to break my fall and roll to my feet while Robin used a very handy grappling hook to swing over to the building. Guppy seemed to sense the tension because he began to eagerly s...

Gone Native: Familiar Faces (ch. 4)

As far as introductions went, that hadn't been a poor one, I thought to myself as I looked down at my bloody hand. It wasn't a single cut, but several small and deep ones from where the magic had cut into my skin like broken glass. That had been a surprise -- Raven, for all her versatility, had seemed to lack raw power. Only it turned out that she had it in spades, she just didn't use it.

There was a story there, but I doubt that she would share it. A Medicine Ball formed in my hand, its soothing purple light bathing the palm of my han...

Gone Native: School's Out (ch. 3)

“Who is this guy again?” Garfield asked in a low whisper, being carried in Kori’s arms. He could fly, but then he wouldn’t be able to run his mouth.

He looked to them for answers, but Raven found herself looking to Tim Drake since it seemed that he was the only one with answers. He clenched his teeth, anxiety rolling off of him in waves that Raven felt despite his best attempts to keep his emotions under control.

It wasn’t something she often felt from Tim, at least not like this. This wasn't jitters before a mission, o...