Motoko Kusanagi by mavezar

Wild Ride At Gunpoint by AlexMarkov What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!? Nico darted along narrow cobblestone roads. Stone buildings loomed above him, their terracotta roofs vibrant in the sun. He glanced over his shoulder every few steps, heart pounding. Were they still following? What even were they? The smell of sea salt lapped at his senses as he turned a tight corner. Go to our home country, they said. Appreciate your heritage, they said. Well, no one had fucking told him there were fucking monsters! He stumbl…

English for Sinners by TheDjinn All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! ***** There is nothing worse than being awoken from a deep, peaceful, sleep by the ringing of a phone. An alarm is one thing, and often the alarm is even more obnoxious sounding - but tha…

English for Sinners by TheDjinn All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! A/N: Many people have been noting that the girls' names causes some confusion. Firstly because they all start with the same letter, and secondly because I often work their names down to just a th…

Feeling-Burn by usermechanics Amélie truly thought that a hard workout of heavy weight lifting would be enough to slow down Lena just a bit. It wasn’t that Amélie didn’t admire Lena’s speed; it was incredibly practical for her as a member of Overwatch, and arguably Lena’s most prized asset as a killer. She loved it, actually; with it, Lena was easily a partner in crime that worked wonderfully, considering Amélie was one to admire assassinations herself. It was just that whenever Amélie wanted to talk, or find time…

Academy XXX by NidoranDuran The Halloween masquerade party was an annual tradition of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, but never had it come with quite as much buzz as it did that year, where things had become so lax and free; anything went already, what would happen when everyone was intentionally celebrating and costumed up? The announcement over the intercom came with a strangely ominous note about being a celebration 'like never before', something in Emma's voice sending people right into concern as they wond…

Academy XXX by NidoranDuran Prodigy was fully expecting to be hounded in the dining hall the next morning as Hellion tried as hard as he could to be 'subtle' in his approach. He wasn't, by any imaginable stretch, but David nonetheless tried to pretend that he wasn't there as he loaded his tray up with muffins and looked desperately around for someone to talk to so that he could blow the unwanted 'rivalry' off. Perhaps if his night had gone better he wouldn't have been quite so averse to interacting with him, since he woul…

Academy XXX by NidoranDuran Prodigy grabbed a fistful of Emma's hair, wrapping it tight around his hand as the headmistress dropped to her knees. He didn't need to hold her so aggressively given the way she opened her mouth, bottom lip quivering in need and hunger as she prepared to service his cock, but he felt it only appropriate that he get his revenge. He needed to, after the shit she had put him through, the torment and the teasing that went on for days. Now, he was about to get his revenge, a ragged and post-orgasmi…

Academy XXX by NidoranDuran "I know that it's the follies of love sickness to want to never be apart from your new girlfriend, but what exactly do you think she will be doing here?" Emma said, arms crossed as she looked over at Pixie, fluttering and smiling as she floated beside Prodigy, who arrived at her chambers for his usual session with her in tow. "I have already given you several nights free from your lessons so that you two could get your excitability out of your system when I easily could have said no, and I will…

English for Sinners by TheDjinn I thought it best to call in sick the next day. No matter what my next move would be concerning the three temptresses in my class, it needed to be thought out and going back to that room would only fog my perception of things. As wrong as it was, as surreal and downright sinful (and I'm not even a religious man), I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Perhaps I had just been without a girlfriend for too long; too wrapped up in my work that I had forgotten to have a social life and seek out r…