Okay but Colossus worrying about hurting everyone but then he comes to enjoy his time with Wade because he -can’t- hurt Wade, no matter what, Wade will be fine

ohhhh but he can hurt him. Wade can still feel pain (as far as I know? It was only Francis who was not able to feel anything in either direction); so he could still make him hurt but there would be no permanent damage.

And he’s really kinda apprehensive about that the first few times, but he kind of learns to enjoy himself because it’s so hard to be a worrywart when Wade is just so enthusiastic about it.

Like he falls to his knees with a sighed ‘finally!’ and actually fucking babytalks and coos at that big, metal dick when he’s finally got it out and warms it between his hands and mouths at the smooth tip, words almost an unintelligible mumble because he has no manners no matter how often Colossus tells him that one shouldn’t speak with an occupied mouth.

All that gets across is his giddiness and that is really kind of enough. Wade never takes off his suit other than what’s strictly necessary for the encounters but his eyes still get comically wide the first time he gets his hands on those big metal balls (”Thems are real balls of steel”, he whispers with the awe of a child talking about anything superhero related.). And he tries so hard to suckle even one into his mouth but Colossus has to put a stop to that when he’s on the verge of seriously thinking about dislocating his jaw.

It’s hard to think sometimes when he’s got that wet, soft tissue all over him. Warming him up like nothing else could.

Know who I’d like to talk filth about? Isaac and Boyd.. maybe Boyd likes to dress Isaac up – not in pastels, but in dark colors, reds and purples, tight little lace panties that hide absolutely nothing. maybe he puts him in a high cut, low neck dress out dancing or to dinner that way..

someone really loves Isaac and I’m totes on board with that :O

ffffuuuuck can you even imagine Boyd in a sharp, black suit with Isaac dolled up on his arm. Omg I bet he’d look so dangerous and good, people would just have these huge fear boners.

I need Isaac to be so shy the whole evening. But nobody calls him out on being basically a dude in drag. And Boyd will corner him in the alley next to the restaurant after they’re filled with good food and tipsy and sweaty from dancing. Will shove his big hand beneath Isaac’s skirt and drag fingertips across his little cock where the smooth, plump head is peeking above the waistband of his panties.

“They thought you were the prettiest lady in there,” he purrs, other hand going to Isaac’s chest, “Just thought your tits were a little flat. But I love your small tits, baby. C’mon show ‘em to me…”

And he half-peels Isaac out of his dress right there in the alleyway. Watches how the deep purple fabric is hugging his body; making his nipples look obscenely pale just before he sucks them into his mouth.

Thumb rubbing slow, excruciating circles around the head of Isaac’s cocklett until Isaac is clawing at his sharp suit and basically trying to climb him because he has no idea what to do. He’s gonna explode if he’s not allowed to make any noise soon. And he can’t because they’re in a fucking alley with people walking past just a couple meters away from them.

He needs to come and he needs to scream Boyd’s name while doing it. He needs Boyd’s teeth biting his little tits and his big hand fondling his smooth, downy balls to orgasm.

“Home, home, home, please,” Isaac whimpers, helplessly scratching at the back of Boyd’s head and fisting the other hand in his suit jacket.

“We’ll go home. Right after… this.” And Boyd presses down on his cock just beneath the head; mean and sharp and startling an orgasm out of Isaac who can only stare at him with a mouth dropped open in a silly expression, eyes bugging out as he ruts out thin strings of cum; smearing his dress from the inside.

Boyd’ll smooth his skirt down and push the straps of back up and make sure Isaac is fully clothed again because Isaac is too come-dumb to notice anything, really.

Too out of it from that sharp, wonderful orgasm, to even realize how Boyd parades him through half the town with a wet stain on the front of his dark dress.

Slutty!Derek, who gets so desperate that he starts to sell himself. Rents himself out for parties where groups of people can use him as much as they like. Ends up covered in cum and slick and piss and anything else the group wants. And he just gets so blissed out on it, getting so loud if no one is using his mouth that the cops have been called multiple times.

yesssss

like Derek is just driving around town restlessly, sniffing out all frat parties and highschool parties like the cockhound he is.

The poor unsuspecting teens don’t even know how it happens; one minute Derek is there prowling between them with glassy eyes and an erection tenting his jeans and the next he’s kneeling on the coffee table with a mustache of cum from where one of the drunken dudebros wiped his cock with a stupid giggle.

They couldn’t even begin to describe how that shit happens; least of all Derek who’s just delirious with need. vying for cock to stuff him, and so ridiculously, pathetically thankful when the boys slap their dicks against his cunt or his cheeks and call him names.

His ass gets slapped and the cheeks pressed together so they can fuck into that warm, hairy valley and Derek practically cries with how good it is to have cock rubbing against his hole even if it is not nearly enough to scratch that itch deep in his belly.

He never even realizes how badly he needs some pussy until one of the girls lifts her skirt and puts one foot on the coffee table. Lets him have a good look of her candy red cunt before she smears it across his mouth and nose. Makes him drown in her smell until he feels light headed from lack of oxygen.

He licks and licks and lets her fist his hair and tell him how useless he is at eating cunt – nods in agreement and thanks her profusely, mumbling it against the puffy lips of her pussy until she bucks unto his stubbly chin and comes almost violently.

When the boys hook fingers in his puffy hole with all that dark, crisp, fuzzy hair surrounding it, telling him they need to clean him out before they even consider fucking him, he just goes along, nodding violently and so understanding of their antics and blatant disregard of him as a person.

Fucking blooms under their rude handling of him. Angles his ass for their piss to keep as much as possible inside of him when they start filling him up.

Doesn’t even know how loud he keens or hears the mad scramble of teens around him when the police arrives to investigate the ruckus, or the leering grin of the dispatch finding him in the middle of the devastated living room.

“You again…”

Love the slutty Derek and Parrish. Though, I think Parrish deserves some dicking, too. Not from Derek, but from there daddies, of course. Them being Chris and sheriff. Both the boys getting fucked while watching the other.

yasss… those boys staring at each other with big puppy dog eyes as they get bounced on thick daddy cock. Marveling at how slutty they are. wet, needy mouths dropping open in shocked pleasure when their prostates get nudged by blunt cocks.

I bet Parrish would be so shy next to Derek’s eager lewdness. Hands shielding his plump cock behind the panties Chris made him wear and pulled just about to the side so he would be able to slide his cock into his boy’s pussy; while Derek has his furry thighs spread wide; gives everybody who wants to look an eye full of his stuffed, hairy hole and the way his cock bounces and slaps against his belly.

If he could, he’d suckle on his own tits. As it is, he massages and squeezes them. Makes Chris bark out a sharp laugh and comment on how they should fuck those pretty tits next time. The Sheriff groaning and sucking on Derek’s earlobe; mumbling all the sweet stuff like “you’d like that sweetheart? Let daddy do that to you?”

And Parrish would be so hot for it. Staring at Derek, mouth open and soft; sucking on his own fingers because he feels so needy and empty without. listens as Derek’s high, soft voice gets even higher and more breathy as he assents enthusiastically.

Maybe it’s then that Chris curls his arms around him from behind. Big hands rubbing across his belly and up to his chest; practically petting his nipples. Calling him a pretty, little boy. Such a darling sweetheart.

I bet Malia gets achy and frustrated around the time of the full moon – how many daddies do you think it takes to satisfy her?? ;)

ooohhh I bet all the dads have the days of the full moon circled in their calendars; foreheads breaking out in sweat when they see Malia because dear god that girl is relentless.

She basically crawls from cock to cock, trying to see where she can still get a rise out of them for another ride. Her cunt already plush and swollen from all the fucking, but not sated. Not for a long while.

Bet she would growl them into submission; sharp claws pricking through their clothes as she tries to get at those big daddy dicks. Makes them hurry to help her to avoid damage.

I bet she gets so bitchy when they pull out condoms. Like really terrifying. She wants to get fat and round with their cum, after all. Wants it warm deep in her belly; knowing she got bred up nice and well.

Maybe they even get soft doggy beds for her; so she can roll up in them on the rare occasions she’s actually fucked out and content.

That’s so hot! What about follow up, Victoria telling Lydia shes been a bad girl sitting it up for her husband and spanking her, edging that pretty pussy till Lydia is sobbing and begging while Chris watches all tied up

oh dear yes. Because Victoria is the head bitch and would absolutely tie Chris to a chair.

He wouldn’t fucking dare escape that; no matter how needy his cock was pulsing and practically begging to be dipped into that nice, pretty cunt she was showing off.

Lydia’s cheeks blotchy red, nose stuffy from tears. There’s just a little silky band keeping her wrists tied together behind her back but that is more than enough to keep her where Victoria needs her.

Lydia would probably still be half clothed; her blouse ripped open just enough so Victoria could reach into her bra and get her tits out; have them sit there like treats, quivering with Lydia’s erratic breaths. Her skirt flipped up onto her belly, showing everything off; how puffy her cunt is from getting spanked.

But of course she keeps her legs wide open. Doesn’t even think to close them or even struggle, because she’s come three times already and she can barely breathe from it all; her tits already flushed just as lovely as her face.

Yes, it hurts like a bitch, but she loves being on display; loves seeing Mister Argent chew on his gag and stare at her ruined cunt with single-minded intent. Loves hearing Mrs. Argent taunt him with that ripe, little girl she’s got splayed on her lap.

How about some Jordan/Derek to talk about? That pairing needs so much more love.

so usually with Jordan I’m like ‘this boy is the sluttiest bottom ever omg’ except for when he’s in conjunction with Derek? Because holy shit I can’t get over the thought of Derek’s hairy hole speared on a dick; him probably tweaking all mean at his own nipples because he needs so much fucking attention and two hands are just not doing it.

I bet Jordan would be just hanging on for dear life. Just lying there and whimpering through Derek taking what he needs, hands fisting in the bedsheets and trying so hard not to nut off prematurely. Especially when Derek is sitting with his back to him and lifts up every now and then; lets Jordan see how his flushed, swollen rim looks pulsing around cock. How he gapes when he pulls off until it’s just about mouthing at the shiny head of Jordan’s cock.

I also feel like Derek would be mumbling about what a slut he is. A disgusting whore, so hungry for cock all the time. Rubs his bearded face against Jordan’s cheek and whispers in that high, soft voice about how he fantasizes about strangers coming up to him in the supermarket and making him take it next to the dairy products.

His big, neglected cock so hard, slapping against Jordan’s abs harder and harder, the more excited Derek gets, bouncing on his boyfriend’s dick.

When Jordan comes, too soon, way too soon because Derek just overloads his brain, Derek scrambles off and desperately nurses on his dick; tries to get every little drop of cum while he’s so hard, he’s nearly crying.

Jordan always needs to jerk him off with a fleshlight. Derek scratching at his hairy tits and straining to fuck up into the toy while Jordan can just watch and blush.

When Derek isn’t a nasty whore, they’re so cute though. Sitting around in knitted sweaters and being sweethearts.

Could we talk.about a young Claudia and Melissa domming the FUCK out of John and Rafael?? I was inspired by that cuckold gifset, and now I can’t stop imagining John or Rafael watching as the other pleases both women, neither being allowed to come until Claudia or Melissa agree on it

yes. yeeees. YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS

let us talk about it omg please. please yes and thank you.

I feel like John would be the one made to sit and watch because Rafael still is a cocky little shit most of the time and needs to be denied until he’s crying like a little boy. It’s been hard enough to teach him to keep his hands to himself, and still he’s touching; putting those big paws around Claudia’s small body; cupping her hips and her waist and around her ribcage, trying to inch his way towards her small, perky tits, only for her to grab him around his wrists and resolutely push his arms down to his sides.

She’s deceptively strong.

And John is sitting there on the other side of the room with the most desperate, saddest puppydog expression. Big, thick cock so hard it’s dark with blood and lying against his hairy thigh. Usually he’s wearing a cage and that makes it a lot easier not to touch himself but tonight the ladies want to torment them; see their faces get red with strain and their bodies tremble with how badly they want to come.

And Melissa lays her arms around his shoulders and asks him if he’s jealous about how Rafael is allowed to spear his long, slender cock into John’s wife. Asks him how long it’s been since he’s last been allowed to spread her around that thick cock of his.

“You don’t need to be jealous, baby,” Melissa coos, hand between his obediently spread thighs, cradling his full, heavy balls. “He doesn’t get to come, either.”

Ooh, Rumlow/Bucky dirtybadwrong is my jam. Just imagining Brock playing with Bucky while at a safehouse, dressing up the winter soldier in frilly lace for kicks, the large man straining the silky fabric. Making Bucky sit on his lap,, thick cock sliding along that sweet ass, watching the fucktoy move mechanically. Until Brock whispers some kind of trigger word, and suddenly, Bucky is horny and desperate and begging, willing to do anything, anything for that cock to be in his ass, in his mouth.

ooooohhh. yeeeeessss. there’s another one that’s really good, too… I’ll take a turn at it later

Brock has never played with dolls or anything, because he’s a man ~~and his father would’ve beaten the shit out of him~~, but sometimes he thinks there might’ve been a damn fine fashion designer somewhere in his little boy heart.

“Turn,” he says. Curt and well-enunciated because that’s how one spoke to the asset during missions. Clear and uncomplicated instructions that were easy to follow. He still felt high on adrenaline, cock fat and painful in the thick material of his mission gear, but he wouldn’t miss this for the life of him.

Seeing the thing move in a short, perfunctory circle, muscles tense and power contained just for Brock’s personal satisfaction. He tried pale blue this time, but he feels like that isn’t its color even though he loves the style of the babydoll. The tiny straps across round, muscled shoulders – the strong pecs that look barely contained in the fabric.

The asset looked like a million dollar slut. The fabric barely brushed the tops of its hairy thighs, and Brock feels torn on whether or not he should shave it. He definitely did need to give it a bath, its hair was stringy and gritty again.

He dismissed the thought in favor of staring at the darkness between those powerful legs. He put the asset into little panties but now he’s not satisfied with it anymore and his cock pulses in almost angry assent; squirts out sticky pre-cum into his shorts before he can hastily open up those fucking tight pants and get it out in the air.

“Pants off,” he instructs, voice already deeper. More desperate. He can see the asset reacting to the impatience in his tone. Something glitters in the dark eyes, and there’s a twitch in the scruffy jaw just before it starts moving almost a little too quick. It only hooks the warm, pink fingers in underneath the babydoll. The metal arm – as useful as it was usually – didn’t have the finesse not to rip the delicate lace.

As the asset steps out of the tiny panties, Brock idly thinks that, yes, maybe something darker next time. Something chocolate-y brown, maybe.

He grins as the asset’s cock comes into view. Just the vulnerable tip peeking out from beneath the frilly edge. Its cock looks heavy and pink, even soft as it was. Brock squeezes his own dick in his fist, thumb and forefinger pinching the swollen head almost painfully as he stares and jerks himself.

“Turn,” he grunts again, and then a hoarse, “STOP” when its in profile; when Brock can see the swell of its ass lifting the back of the babydoll, the silky bow there just accentuating the asset’s best… asset. hah.

No ounce of fat on the whole thing and still that ass….

There is more movement in the fabric now. The asset is as nervous and beautiful as a thoroughbred. Eyes rolling and trying to get a look of its handler. Trying to understand why he’s getting more and more agitated; its leashed mind not allowing it to even register the fat cock Brock was stripping in harsh, almost violent pulls.

Maybe it was time to… unleash it. Brock wasn’t unreasonable, after all. He was a good handler.

“Freigeist.”

It had been hard to train a new word into the asset. The scientists didn’t think it practical to have him loose and pliant – almost playful and cute, if you thought the desperate, anxious type was adorable. Brock thought, that it was funny; and that it was fun to use a German word. It was almost… poetic for the whole thing. For the whole life of the asset.

He watches those big, round shoulders get loose, fingers carefully flexing at its sides as the thing turns and fixes his cock with such utter hunger, it sends thrills down his spine.

“P…Please?”

He waits a little longer just to drag it out. Just to watch those dark, now animated eyes drink in every little motion of his fist pushing down his cock and dragging the foreskin with it until the head is there in the cool air of the safehouse – fat and shiny with slick.

The asset’s mouth is cherry red and silky looking in midst of its scruff as it drops open and emits the tiniest, hungriest sound.

Brock laughs and beckons it closer with the other hand.

“Awww c’mere you fuckin’ slut. Always so hungry for cock, aren’tcha?”

Can I just say, at the end of that Raf/Sheriff ficlet, I read “Argent” instead of Agent. And then I could only think of a cuckold fic between John, Rafael, and Chris? Rafael being a naughty boy, and having to watch as John wrecks Chris. Long cock flexing untouched between his thighs as John turns Chris into a trembling, hypersensitive mess. Being made to lick up Chris’s cum, and the Sheriff’s straight from Chris’s abused ass, and then being toyed with while they decide if he deserves to cum.

fffffuuuck yes.

Rafael’s shoulders pulled back because John pressed a short length of rope into his hands and told him to keep hold of it, if he didn’t want to get into even more trouble; those muscles in his long torso quivering and tense, abs twitching in time with his flexing cock.

He just helplessly watches as John turns Chris on his back and pushes his knees up until he’s such a compact package; letting himself get put into position so easily, pink hole looking so soft when it opens up for John’s thick fingers-

and he wants to be back in there so fucking badly. Only managed just about to get his dick wet; get a little taste of how perfect Argent is at taking cock before John was there and pulling him back on his scruff like he’s nothing more than an unruly puppy.

“I don’t remember giving you permission, McCall. Last time I checked, we agreed you were not good enough to satisfy him.”

And now he has to sit and watch as John takes Argent apart; slides in thick fingers and probably scissors them open inside the welcoming warmth; spreads them around Chris’ ripe prostate and teases it without really touching, which just about drives Argent mad – makes him whimper and clench his eyes shut because like this, he can’t do anything but take.

Rafael stares at how the pink rim is mouthing at John’s fingers and he fucking wants that; his long, sleek cock dipping wet patches of pre-cum onto his belly whenever the tip bounces against his abs.

He wants to touch himself so bad, but he doesn’t want to disobey the order; makes him too hot to hear how loud Argent can get for John. And maybe they’ll have mercy on him afterwards – after all, they love his big, dark eyes when they’re wet with tears of frustration.