I can barely move. My wrists bound to the bed with sheepskin lined leather braces. Though I can't see them, I know my ankles are strapped down just the same. I'm trying to struggle to free myself but only manage to have the restraints clamp down tighter until the point where my circulation is beginning to be cut off ( Read more... )

The moment I see the good Senator Petrelli on the television screen in our latest hotel room, my stomach lurches. There he is, white teeth gleaming with his ever present fake ass smile plastered to his face. I remember that grin, thinking he's so fucking charming. He has the entire world snowed, going in hook, line and sinker with his perfect ( Read more... )

Candice and Sylar in a bar with rednecks. This should end well

Warning! This fic contains both graphic violence and graphic sex. No cute fuzzy bunnies were hurt in the making of this story but the plot werewolves had a field day!

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I am a very proud panda today because not only did I receive honorable mentions in the Tammy Awards but I also got nominated!

And most proud of all, a lot of my friends did and the communities I'm part of!

I'll try to compile the list, but for me, apparently I am considered pretty damn hot. And I'll take that as an honor *grin!*

Section One ( Read more... )

( It wasn't supposed to be like this )