#torquedrabble

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dark star | nathaniel mill // [ spank ] your muse spanking mine

Torque didn’t know why he was doing this — he was never one for corporal punishment or physical reproach. Even in a kinky setting. He wasn’t even sure how he got into this position with Nathaniel. It was all one, long blur and he was lost in the fog. But there was one object he could fixate, and that was Nathaniel’s pale, fleshy buttocks, lightly accented with pink contact marks.

Marks formed by Torque’s heavy hand.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Dark Star,” Torque hears himself chanting. Since when did he refer to his colleagues by their aliases off the battlefield? Moreover, why were both of them fully naked and writhing against one another, covered in light sheens of sweat as he swatted Nathaniel’s pert rear with firm, confident slaps? And why did he like it?

One more hard smack and he’s coming, his white seed splashing against Nathaniel’s face below him. And then he wakes up in a cold sweat, embarrassed with himself.

@defymydarkness

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smog | rex baenick // 16 M/M

Jon’s fantasies weren’t usually very creative or imaginative. Call him vanilla, but he didn’t need fancy scenarios to get off. Literally all it took was a suggestive comment or flirty glance in the hall to get him riled up enough to bust out his trusty FleshJack and stoke himself to completion.

But this one was different. And with a new imaginary partner.

Even though he was technically a protege, Rex didn’t seem like on. Obviously he was quite older than most of the other proteges already, but he was also a teacher in his normal, non-super life. He carried himself different because of it. The guy had an authoritarian vibe Jon found himself attracted to, contrasted delicious with his submissive demeanor... he just wished he hadn’t dreamed up such a basic, cliche sex dream like this one.

It was the usual porn setup: hunky jock is flunking his grades and approaches the teacher for extra credit, yada yada, now he found himself balls deep inside the mature protege, the other man not even completely out of his clothing. That made the proceedings all the more hot.

“Rex, fuck,” moans Jon, watching his cock disappear inside Rex’s amazing ass, still reveling in his colleague’s gorgeous body, and how tight he felt. What an incredible secret to have... and Jon was the only one who got to be in on it. And in it. A few more pumps, and Jon was blasting his load inside Rex’s ass—

Nope, just his sheets.

@smckefilledlungs

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mothra | navedra // [ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse + [ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down

Ever since he met Navedra all those months ago, Jon knew they were both kindred spirits in some way. He just couldn’t place it.

Not until they shared a heated kiss after a tense mission. Then it all made sense.

“Fuck, we need to get this off—” grunts Jon, searching for an entry point on Navedra’s clothes to remove from. Unfortunately for Navedra’s shirt, Jon was unsuccessful, prompting a loud, stretched riiiip noise, followed by the tattered remains of the other man’s top falling to the ground.

Then he takes Navedra’s arms and pins them above his head, their faces close enough to touch. “I want you, Navedra. And I know you want me too. Let’s stop wasting time and do something about it.”

@xmcnarch​

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umbran | samson mccaleb // 11A

People often assumed that, because of his massive size, Jon preferred to be dominant in his sexual encounters.

That assumption was wrong.

He didn’t know how he and Samson ended up quite like this, but when his slick tongue felt so damned good inside his tight asshole, it was hard to argue about the circumstances.

“Goddamn, kid, that feels amazing—” groans the Mightiest Advocate, biting his bottom lip to stifle a wayward moan as the younger blond ate him out like his hole was a buffet just for him. Jon pushes his ass back, fucking himself on the deft muscle shifting and laving around his salty pucker, practically begging for more. “Fuck, keep that up and I might let you put the other guy inside me...”

@untilvoid

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duality | nolan kovačević // [ rip + clothing ] your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse + [ pain ] your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not

Jon couldn’t recall how he got here, laying under a particularly angry looking Nolan. All he knew was that he was trapped under the younger man’s thick, toned thighs, his broad waist working up some friction against his captor.

“Nolan, what’re you—” he begins, before his colleague forcefully rips off his t-shirt, revealing the beefy meat of his chest underneath. “Hey, what was that for—” the Mightiest Advocate continues, before feeling the hard strike of Nolan’s backhand make contact with his cheek, leaving a blistering ache (and a red mark) in its wake.

Normally, Jon would’ve retaliated. Fought back. But right now, in this hazy state of is, all he does is say—

“Again.”

@alteringduality

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scorpion | morgan ong // [ dominance ]  your muse taking the lead and dominating mine + [ eat ]  your muse eating mine out.

All of Morgan’s salacious teasing was inevitably leading up to this.

Ever since he recruited the guy to the Advocates, there was an undeniable spark of sexual tension between them. Forward and confident, Morgan didn’t hesitate to let his attraction to Torque be known. 

It wasn’t unwanted. But Torque knew he had to stay celibate and chaste for the benefit of the organization.

Thinking about Morgan’s sexy, toned body, with bulging muscles and a shapely, lush ass he wanted nothing more than to split apart on his tongue—

Which he was currently doing now. Somehow.

How they got to this moment was unclear. It was like Torque’s memory had been tapped to remember nothing of the events leading up to this. that was a problem. Was he being manipulated? Mind-controlled? Something worse?

And why didn’t he care?

Fuck, Morgan’s ass tasted amazing. Salty yet sweet, with those luscious mounds of flesh he called an ass. His cock went into overdrive just thinking of how good —how tight— he must’ve felt. Maybe he’d get to find out soon.

He pulls away for breath and looks up at Morgan with reverent awe. “Fuck, Morgan, you’re— you’re incredible,” he moans, kissing his ways down Morgan’s belly, then to his cock, before returning back to his anal destination.

A few more moments pass, and then Torque feels emboldened. A surge of dominance courses through him. Without warning, he slides back upwards Morgan’s body and steals those forbidden lips into a hard, rough kiss. 

Then he pulls away. “Get on your hands and knees, Scorpion. That pretty little ass of yours is getting wrecked.” Not waiting for Morgan to obey, he uses all of his brute force to flip the other man over, spits a wad of saliva onto his heavy, erect cock, and aims it for entry between those lush ass cheeks—

And then he wakes up with the heaviest blue balls ever experienced by a human male.

@scorpixnstrike

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mente | eddie vasquez // [ kiss+rough ] your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss

“You could have killed yourself out there, Vasquez.”

Torque knew the younger kids around here were potential liabilities because of their —putting it delicately— “enthusiasm.” But he didn’t think Eddie would be so careless on that last mission. Telepaths usually didn’t act out of line. But it seemed today was different.

“Next time I give you an order, you listen. Understood?” shouts Torque, holding Eddie against a hard brick wall, trying his hardest not to inflict physical damage. His temper, normally cool and collected under the circumstances, was failing him now, and his breath beat hot against Eddie’s handsome face.

And then he captures those sweet, puffy lips into a passionate, rough kiss.

Pulling away, horrified at himself, he sighs. “I’m sorry, Eddie, I just— you can’t fucking disobey me like that again. I care about you too much to let you be reckless. Don’t make me do that again. Okay?”

And then Torque wakes up, wondering where those latent feelings about Eddie came from in the first place.

@dxntthinktwice

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mastermind | lazav // [ public ] your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch + [ humiliation ] your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse

When Torque decided to hold an open house, he didn’t imagine this being part of the itinerary. This being a very, very public demonstration of Lazav tying his wrists to a post and jerking him off to a captive, hungry audience.

Lazav was always going to be one the tricker ones to wrangle in these sorts of situations, but Torque couldn’t have possibly had the foresight to know the man would arrange for this to happen. After all, Lazav was the telepath between them, not him. But perhaps he should have known his colleague would pull a stunt like this.

“Laz— Mastermind,” groans Torque, his aching cock trapped inside Lazav’s strong, firm hand, involuntarily pumping his hips upward as he tried to wriggle himself free. “Let me go— you motherfucker—” His massive, muscular frame was completely bare and on display, whereas Lazav was fully dressed and looking proper for the event. The thought of being used and vulnerable in this way made Torque sick. But it was also arousing as hell, knowing the world would see just how mighty and virile he truly was...

A few more desperate pleas and he comes with a violent shout, his hot seed trickling down the telepath’s spent hand, contrasting with his dark skin.

And then he wakes up.

@cxntrolyourmind