#wildcrcft

      “cole will never find out...” loch whispered in the best reassuring voice he could, his mouth gaping as he felt his insides open more and more for his brother. his body was covered in sweat and marks the other left on him already. and he loved it. he loved being covered in those marks, because they truly made the man feel emotions and feelings he thought he’d never have.

Donovan let out a soft moan against Link’s lips. He loved feeling the other’s big hands on his body, specially the way his fingers brushed over the needy pucker. Arching his back, to urge Link for more, Dono’s other hand moved down between them, to give Link’s throbbing cock attention too. 

Since he had met Lincoln, Donovan had traveled often to Manhattan to see him and spend more time with him. He was all that Donovan could think about, when he was back in LA, at the Cortez. 

Donovan let out a soft mix of a gasp and moan, as the finger entered him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. A grin tugged on his lips, hearing Link’s voice and he nodded. “Yes, baby.. Right here..” He murmured and kissed him lustfully again, before he pulled back from his lap and moved in the tub, to turn around on all fours. He leaned against the edge of the tub, arching his back, so his ass was more on a display for his lover. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” Levis eyes widened and he pulled back his hand quickly from the other male. The way he had just touched that scar had made the detective tense up. He was still s very uncomfortable, not wanting to be seen as the victim, but in his town everyone knew who he was, everyone tried to look at the scars. They would whisper behind his back. And here Levi thought he could do it, meeting with another man. But when he had touched his hand, he freaked.

          Isaac laid comfortably on his stomach as the older man continued to apply the large amount of lube to the tight little hole between his very large white cheeks. His back arched and pushed outward and he looked back, reaching his hand backward for the older man's. When he felt that fat cock push inside of him, Isaac dropped his face back into the bed beneath him and let out the sluttiest groan, his butt pushing up even more. "Oh fuck." He gasped, his hole opening up for the man. His toes curled as he was pushed into, his virginity being taken away more and more with every passing second.

Peter had really not planned for...this to be a thing. When he had first met the imposing figure or the sort of werewolf, kind of demi-god (it was all a little unclear still to him) he’d kind of assumed he was the next big bad and the two of them had traded blows. A fight that had led to a position not too dissimilar to the one the vigilante found himself in now. It wasn’t like Peter had wanted to make a habit of it, but something about Lincoln had him coming back for more and more and more. Not to mention his super strength, flexibility and stamina kind of made Spider-man the perfect candidate to get ruined repeatedly by this beast of a demi-god. 

“Th-that’s your fault then, for getting me like this. For making me yell like this, almost like you want people to hear-” His words were cut off by the big hand muffling the spandex covered hero and feeling the tightness on his throat, a reminder of this man’s strength and how helpless Peter was in his grasp right now and how much he loved every second of it. Obedient, submissive and helpless for Lincol as Spider-man was fucked, bred and used by him. The top half of his suit still on, the second part tossed to the side to show his ass bouncing with every rough, powerful thrust inside him.