Target Acquired

Tommy was increasing the speed of his tongue more and more, as if turning it up a notch, so that the vibrations felt better and better. The grip of those claws on his head had loosened a little; however, Tommy didn't pull away, loving having his face deeply buried there, giving Sergei as much pleasure as possible, and loving being used that way. His naughty hands kept playing with his balls, feeling them tighten and how heavy and big they were. While with his other hand, he started to jerk him off faster and harder, sending little vibrations there too. Overstimulating the man to make him feel in fucking heaven.

The hunter's hole began to twitch more and more, squeezing around Tommy's tongue as he got closer to release. Thoughts of keeping the younger man in his estate as his personal seat ran through Sergei's mind. He pushes back against the young man's face as the vibration continued to radiate throughout his body, the euphoric feeling spreading towards his twitching cock. Each added stroke of Tommy's hand adding a deeper shade of red to paint the tip of Sergei's cock, displaying the mix of pleasure building within the hunter. "I'm gonna.. Fuck!" Sergei groans loudly as he begins to shoot thick ropes of cum in front of him, his hand grasping tightly against Tommy's hair as his orgasm moves through him.

Kate was so wet and turned on by the way Frank was stimulating her nipples. Her fluids felt like a fucking river, creating a mess in the man's pelvis and creating filthy wet sounds as he rode the man harder and harder. And if having Frank's cock balls deep inside him already felt incredible, Frank made it feel 10 times even better when he started stimulating her clit.

“Oh Frank! Fuck!” Those tight walls squeezed the man's thick cock like a fucking vise. “As long as you can make his baby girl squirt,” he commented with a chuckle. Although that wouldn't be so hard with how expert Frank was proving to be.

"So wet for me already." Frank's lips curled into a smirk as he accepted the challenge, his fingers holding on to Kate's nipple tighter. He pulls at him as his hips push more into his accommodating cunt. Frank grunts as his cock effortlessly splits Kate's folds and his hips push his cock deeper into the younger man's heat. "We'll see who you belong to after this, doll."

The hand that hand been playing with Kate's clit takes a brief leave as Frank uses his arm to wrap around his slim waist. His calloused fingers brush against Kate's side before Frank sheathed himself fully into Kate's cunt once more, the wide head of his cock pushing against the younger man's cervix. Frank swallows dryly, trying to will down the instinct to fill the perfect breeding ground with his cum.

The heat between them was starting to overwhelm the rough edged vigilante that carried a mountainous chip on his shoulder. His cunt covered cock feels Kate squeeze around him once more before Frank finds his arm lifting the younger man. Frank carries Kate and positions him onto the couch he was sitting on before his hips begin piston fucking into Kate's pussy. His hand reunites with Kate's clit, this time pinching it as he pounds the younger man in to the couch.

⸻               was  …  was  the  punisher  flirting  with  him  in  the  midst  of  trying  to  detonate  a  sentinel  ?  jubilee's  had  stranger  days,  but  they  didn't  even  know  frank  could  even  flirt.  then  again,  if  they  really  were  cut  from  the  same  cloth  as  their  pseudo  dad,  then  there  was  actually  this  weird  charm  that  manifested  from  all  that  doom,  gloom,  &  gruff.  how  else  was  logan  able  to  bag  jean  and  scott  ?  but  the  alert  of  the  big  freaking  killing  robot  kind  of  held  their  attention  a  little  bit  more.  jubilee's  yellow  coat  leaves  an  afterimage  as  they  move,  blasting  a  myriad  of  rainbow  explosions  in  their  line  of  sight.  while  they  possessed  this  odd  ability  to  allude  a  sentinel's  detection  first  glance,  he's  been  around  too  long  to  stay  out  of  it's  target  field.  but  from  the  looks  of  it,  frank  was  right  on  target  and  hitting  where  jubilee  directed.  this  might  actually  work  …  that  was,  until  the  vengeance  bound  merc  shouted  that  he  needed  a  reload.

Seeing the young mutant use their abilities up close, Frank could nearly see the strategic cogs working in Jubilee's mind in motion as he provided cover. Wasn't anything flashy like his X-Men alum, but perfect for gaining a couple more seconds for Frank to reload his gun. Before he had the pleasure of cocking it and ensuring the tin giant's end, Frank felt the wind getting knocked out of him along with cold hard pavement underneath himself as the vigilante found himself on the floor alongside Jubilee, saving them both from a messy end. 'This kid should look into a football scholarship or something...'

Frank suppresses a groan as he gets to his feet, eyes darting from the automaton to the younger man, subconsciously eager to return the tackle. His eyes narrow at Jubilee as he offers up a plan. "Why do I feel like you're asking me to take you to my leader?" The vigilante might not have entirely known what his friend had in mind but there was a small building nearby, fenced off and appearing to house a herd of tall substations covered in coils and explosive potential. "Is that what we're looking for, boy scout?"

After a mission well done, Tommy accepted an invitation for drinks at Frank's place. Between the talk, the drinks, and the flirting, one thing led to another. Now they were both completely naked, Tommy's massive, thick cock swinging over the man's face, with his head hanging off the edge of the bed. When the boy finally began to thrust it inside that warm, wet cavity, Tommy let out a couple of loud moans.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” exclaimed Tommy. It was really impressive how Frank managed to swallow every fucking inch, watching his cock slowly disappear until it was deep inside the man's throat. The man took it like a champ all the way to the base and felt his balls come to rest on Frank's nose.

“Fucking hell! I see this isn't your first time taking huge cocks like mine like an expert whore, huh?” Tommy grinned as he began to move his hips, but slowly, wanting to enjoy that tight throat on each hard thrust as he moaned and grunted.

Frank's hums once again as he took more of Tommy's cock, the warmth feeling great in his mouth. The tip of his tongue pushes against the large vein underneath, tracing and twirling against each detail of the younger man's cock. His hums grew louder as his nose felt the warmth of Tommy's sac. Unintentionally, Frank takes a whiff of the younger man's natural scent. Swiveling his head slightly, Frank attempts to get some more distance of Tommy's cock into his mouth, his nose burying itself into his ball sac too by chance.

Frank would have to take note of the younger man's comments, keeping a mental tally for the future. However, as Tommy began to slowly fuck his mouth with his tasty cock, Frank wasn't sure how long it'd be before the younger man's cock would be all he would be thinking about. Continuing to swallow Tommy's cock and the arousal covering it, Frank opened his mouth wider for him to fuck.

"A little game of cat and mouse? Wouldn't mind that at all..." A boastful laugh joins the man's purrs as he continues to pound into America. His thick cock throbbing with each squeeze of the younger man's cunt, threatening to push itself deeper with each hard thrust. It had been a while since he's fucked a mouthy prey such as America. He enjoyed prey with a bit more bite to them from time to time and while it seemed like America could handle his own, the way he was grasping at his hips told Sergei he wasn't quite sure of what he was asking. But who was he to deny such a man, especially when he squeezed around him so well. Sergei decides to grab at American's hands. A mischievous grin spreading across his lips as Sergei holds them above the younger man's head as his hips continued to allow his cock to piston fuck America's welcoming cunt. "That's it любимый, take all of me.."

Frank was neither.

He felt as if he proceeded with intrigue, wonder, and desire. Hel pressed upward as his body clung to every action. Their dance was more intricate than two needy animals. But every surge was far more carnal. His head turns to one side as his legs spread far enough to accompany the man's pelvic span. To cradle his hips. And yes, Hela's heat was far more present than the grip of his cold domain.

Hel was far more a dominant partner. Though, the goddess could be persuaded to leave charge to his muse. Even if the prize was his thick measure plunging into his depths, he could praise such beautiful workmanship of his hardened physique. Hands glide down the small of his back until the splaying of his fingers cupped both of his ass cheeks. His supple buttocks; careful yet, eagerly massaged as his thumbs gently feathered strokes along the outside of his hips. Each digit manipulated the firm, symmetrical split of muscle beneath until they melted in his grasp.

His own back rolls like a serpent, gently swaying into Frank's lap. The motion stirred both of their masts. His own girth throbbing against the larger of the two and he intentionally nests Frank right between his balls and his asshole. He rocked, letting the silken strip of flesh lure him further into Hel's hold. He continued to kiss him, as one arm draped over Frank's shoulder and the other kept his hand playing with his ass. Consider Frank's lips well tended to. Welcomed the beast inside of him to step forward, ushering the man's tongue into his mouth and Hel began to suckle, surfing and swirling. Hel's own hunger slowly devoured the man's need. Eyes glow beneath his shut lids. A feeling coiling within the goddess' being.

Frank's lips reciprocated the goddess' voracity, lips collide with lips and tongue caressing the flavor of divinity laden across Hela's gums. Each goading twirl of Hela's tongue, Frank attempts to catch between his lips, desiring to milk the goddess' tongue of his ichor rich taste. He hums, low and in pleasurable agony, when he houses the thick muscle of Hela's tongue deep past his lips. His own tongue brushing the under side of Hela's tongue as his lips release him. Never once did Frank think of where he was sending those he had killed, never once thought of the bosom they'd be welcomed to when they crossed over. Of the tongue that might tend to their wounds post-mortem. Of the teeth that would make quick work of their gristle if deemed just as undesired as their sender. He never envied the fate of those on his receiving end, but today, with Hela pressed so close... Frank would have to show his gratitude.

Frank's hips followed the goddess' lead of his hips emphatically, pressing his hardened cock against Hela's own. A building pant of breath builds in between Frank's lips as they kiss the goddess back, his own hands resting on either side of Hela while their hips ground into each other. The pink plump and wide tip travels against the goddess' velvety skin, tracing routes between Hela's warmth, running across the length of vein underneath his cock before meeting with the tempting tip of the goddess. Stealing a kiss from the cock head beside it before retreating back down the path.

Deciding to hold himself on one arm, Frank brings a hands onto the playful grip of death around his ass. His grip offers a subtle roughness, helping the goddess tighten his grasp while Frank's slow thrusts meet Hela's complimentary maneuvers. His hold releases from Hela's hand, fingers calloused and joints misaligned from brutalization of his work leave the goddess' skin in a floating tenderness. The corners of Franks eyes crinkle as a smile forms on his face. His hand doesn't return to the bed next to Hela's body bellow him, but rather Frank decides to hold the goddess by the chin.

His thumb brushes against the tempting lower lip of Hela, wondering if his following request would have the vigilante earning himself a smiting. He wasn't sure what scared him more, the possibility of annihilation or Frank's excitement in Hela carrying the sentence. His thumb drags Hela's lip down, Frank's lips met with his own tongue as he watches the goddess' lips rebound as they leave his touch.

"Mind getting these wet for me?" Frank asks, whispered low as if to keep the very walls of the bedroom around them from hearing his request. Meanwhile, his ring and middle finger ghost themselves across Hela's lips. His middle finger traces in between the goddess' bottom lip with a comfortable familiarity, though his racing heartbeat would say otherwise. Whatever the Hela decides, Frank was comfortable in losing these fingers.

Mantis couldn't help but to squirm as he felt those lips tracing along his thigh. His tongue sneaking out to flick itself across plump lips as he looked down. The sight of the other man's head between his legs had him running his hands through Druig's hair. A happy sigh escaping his lips. "This one will be more than happy to make sure you stay in line." Mantis assures with a wink. Grinning as he grabbed the other by his hair, slowly pulling him closer and closer to where his body was truly aching to feel him. "Going to make Mantis feel good?"

"I can be more than good." Druig's low murmur travels across Mantis'' inner thighs as he breathes against the alien's skin. He didn't have much use in breathing like many creatures on Earth and perhaps beyond, though he did know when it came in handy. Druig's eyes stay on Mantis' as he'd led to closer to the alien's loins, his lips licking themselves in anticipation before the eternal's tongue dragged itself across the sweet taste of Mantis' folds.

I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries? Could our mission have been a mistake? Are we really helping these people build a better world? We’re just like the soldiers down there: pawns to their leaders, blinded by loyalty.

Mantis couldn't help the way his thighs were quivering from the soft and gentle kisses into his thigh. His breath hitching slightly as he licked his lips. Eyes looking almost unblinkingly at Druig. His core oddly damp yet feeling as if it was on fire at the same time. "You going to be a good boy for Mantis?" Mantis purred with a grin on his lips.

Druig's hands graze up and down the back of Mantis's legs, his lips continuing to travel across his thighs. He hadn't seen many extraterrestrials on Earth, even less that Druig liked. Mantis seemed pretty trust worthy and the Eternal would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about the male's similar mental powers to himself. A mischievous smirk grows across Druig's lips as Mantis calls him a good boy, earning a light nip onto the sensitive skin of his thigh. "I can be good, might need some discipline."

@aimedfortheheaddd asked for 23. Loki & Frank

WIth Loki's unpredictability, he had a tendency of expecting the unexpected. However, he would be lying if he said that this hulking man would be so gentle with him. Sure, in the past, he's had many who devoted themselves as his worshippers. Willing to do whatever possible to get the attention from the god. However, a man with the title as "The Punisher", Loki expected things to go a little differently. Not like he had any problem with it. The way Frank's tongue dragged across his length made Loki shudder. Making it hard for the trickster to keep his contact with the man's dark gaze. "Do you do this with every god you get your hands on or am I just special?" Loki teased, trying to play up his bravado even though he felt gauche wondering if he place his hand on the vigilante's head.

Frank gagged a bit as Loki's hand was placed on top of his head. He attempts to take more of the god's dick inside of his mouth, feeling the tip of his nose brushing against Loki's lower navel before needing to come back up for air. A slightly impressed smile spreads across Frank's face as he strokes the god's length.

"Haven't met enough of them to make this a habit," Frank couldn't help but grin at the trickster, giving him a couple of teasing strokes before reattaching his lips to the tip of Loki's cock. He lifts himself with a pop before he continues. "But I've had worse habits before."

"That's quite the assumption. Pretty sure I have a couple parts that could put me in contention for mutant status." Frank smirks at the younger man. He'd picked up what the other man was putting down, the gun holstered on his thigh being taken out and held in front of himself as the older man scanned around for an optimal path. Dodging himself between the wreckage his new acquaintance had nicely provided him with through the many attempts at landing on his feet instead of his ass, Frank manages to look through a good spot to shot from.

Watching from behind the large automaton, Frank couldn't help feeling contempt for his fellow non-mutants. The amount of arrogance that led people to build these things. As he brooded, Frank spotted the panel the younger man had mentioned. Frank lifted up his handgun, aiming it carefully. The metal giant might have been an easy target, but it was still one that could hurt him if the vigilante didn't get this right. Frank shot at the panel, each one damaging it even more until the panel feel off. As Frank aimed once more to land the final blow, his gun clicks. Brows furrowed as Frank realizes his gun ran out of ammo. "Hey, boy scout, we might have a bit of trouble! Things empty, need some cover to get it reloaded."