#thrcbbing

Peter really didn't know how he got himself into these situations, his life just seemed so insane sometimes. But even this was a new one. He had always been a big fan of Reed Richards, the man was brilliant and he'd gotten to know him through being such good things with Johnny. He enjoyed working with him on projects, helping out the Fantastic Four whenever he could. Lab time with Reed was always a treat, so when Reed offered it to him today Peter had no reason to say no. Especially when he was offering to protoype some upgrades to the suit.

Peter still wasn't sure how this even happened, if it had been spur of the moment or something Reed had planned. All he knew, was Peter was in his full costume with just the mask lifted up passed his lips and the bottom half dragged down below his ass. The feel of the older man's fingers toying with his hole, while those elastic strong arms wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. His body shaking from sensation, eyes fluttering under the mask as he looked up at the older hero. "H-Holy shit, I...M-Mister Reed. What...what are you...?"

Tommy x Scott

While technically Tommy wasn't a mutant, he wasn't exactly a human either, he had been born with these powers, but they had been engineered in him. So it was nice to be around people who understood what it was like to not be exactly a human being. Though being born from a pod was hardly like being a mutant.

"Um so all of you just like- live here?" the mansion was huge and the grounds were sprawling. He was used to the facility the government had made him in, underground and though vast felt so sterile and unnatural. "How many rooms does this place have? How many people actually live here at a time?"

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as he finishes pouring the second cup of coffee, Ryan frowns ever so slightly. he’s a bit confused. he doesn’t remember his dad mentioning anybody coming. but, at the same time, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s not warned or put into consideration. “I guess he must’ve forgot you were coming…” but he smiles once more, “But no worries, I’ll show you around!” there’s a blush creeping on his cheeks almost as soon as the other starts jokingly flirt with him and Ryan feels his heart skip a beat. “Oh. Oh, no. No, no. I- I’m not- I don’t-” he gulps, audibly, “I’m not even–” the word doesn’t even come out, because he doesn’t know to say it. instead he just grabs tighter on his coffee, takes a long sip, almost looking like he’s trying to hide himself into his cup, then settles it down and clears his throat. “It’s- Shower’s that way.” and with great big steps he clears the distance of the kitchen and makes his way into the hallway and in the direction of the bathroom that needs fixing.

Out of all the things Charlie expected to be doing today, this wasn't one of them. His slender frame was dripping with sweat as his fingers curled into the sheets. Nothing could have prepared him for this. His brain tried to remember how he got here.

It was just a simple invite over to the boy's house. That's all he thought it was, but in reality, it seemed Ben had wanted to take things further than ever before. For such a slender, toned guy, he had a rather plump ass, and he was whimpering like a mess as the other enjoyed it. His cock slamming in and out of his tight, virgin-like hole. "B-Ben!!" He cried out as all of his thoughts kept slipping away

Nothing could control the way his body was reacting to his thick, large length. It had his eyes rolling in pleasure as it found his spot. "Y-you...you..ahhh!" Charlie was probably louder than he anticipated. The sound of skin smacking against each other rang through his ears as his heart pounded louder and louder. Was this going to be a one time thing? Something Ben just wanted to play with once and throw away? Just like he did when Charlie liked him, but he couldn't worry of this. All he wanted was to try and enjoy this powerful guy. The boy who took what he wanted, when he wanted. Was it wrong to be so turned on with how he took control?

Call it boldness or just a lack of patience, but the empty path felt too perfect for Dario to resist. He’d waited long enough for a moment like this, where no one could interrupt, and Ryan couldn’t hide behind polite smiles and replies. Dario reveled in the way the pastor’s son squirmed whenever he spoke, in the nervous twitch of his lips each time Dario dropped a teasing line just close enough to cross a line.

He knew exactly how dangerous this was. Ryan, the neighbor boy raised on caution. Maybe that made it sweeter, that sharp edge of wrongness beneath the thrill. Every offhand comment Dario made of “you look nice” and “damn, you trying to impress me looking cute like that?” had been building to this moment he’d finally take what he’d only toyed with before.

Dario stepped closer, fingers brushing Ryan’s sleeve just long enough to make him freeze. “You know,” he murmured, voice low and warm, “Anyone ever told you you’re cute when you blush like that?” His words were all teasing, but his gaze stayed locked on Ryan’s mouth.

Devon stepped inside a rustic bar in the small mountain town he decided to vacation in. Well, he didn't choose to. He was made to because he had been so overworked during his shifts, so he decided to use up his next four days off. So he rented a cabin, and ran down to the corner store for a few groceries. He sat down beside the only other patron in there, sighing in exhaustion as he ran a hand through his messy hair.

Billy had an idea of what meeting icon heroes would be like, the Captain America or Spider-Man for example and of course the Human Torch was one of them. Iconic superhero hunk that half the world was in love with and other half just didn't want to admit it yet. Billy just hadn't expected meeting Johnny and being in his presence would lead to a moment like this. The brand new little hero, the all powerful Wiccan a complete mess and a trembled, flustered mess in Johnny's grasp.

Billy could barely form words as a response to those teasing, slightly filthy words as he was told how shameless Billy was. Maybe if he was more in his own right mind he'd make a point about how Johnny was the shameless one. But instead he just made sweet noises for him, panting and gasping for air like he was in heat. "P-Please..." was all he could say in response, needy eyes looking up at Johnny.