[DRABBLES] Cyclops porn.
So fanficrants is dealing with a troll that demands people to stop writing Scott/Jean.
I ever so kindly did as she requested and didn't write Scott/Jean.
All of these bits are porny :D (Does this count as being part of a new fandom?)
"Fuck!" He felt Logan's teeth upon his shoulder and Scott shuddered, knowing that it was going to leave a mark, but he couldn't bring himself to care a little, not when Logan's rough hands were on his cock, stroking him fast and hard, just as hard as Logan was thrusting in him.
He also felt Logan's smirk against his neck. "I thought we were already, un, doing that."
***
Sometimes, while looking at Rogue, he wondered. He knew the truth about her powers, of course, and he knew how dangerous it'd be (for not mentioning that, if there was ever the chance for that, she'd most surely spend that time with Gambit), he couldn't stop himself from wondering how it'd feel, to graze his teeth upon her nipples, lick between her breasts, and imagine how Rogue would moan when he'd press his tongue against her clit.
***
Surprisingly enough, Storm wasn't a screamer. Part of him had always thought that having sex with Storm would be - pardon the pun - like being in the middle of a hurricane. He had pictured that her nails would leave angry marks upon his back, that her legs would wrap tight around his waist and that she'd roll them over and that she would move at her own tempo almost as if he wasn't there.
The times he had thought about that, he had come so hard that his mouth had gone dry.
Sex with Storm, in the end, was calm, quiet, with just small moans breaking from her lips as her back arqued, holding unto the sheets instead of him. As if she was afraid of losing control again.
***
Bobby was incredible with blowjobs. Scott never questioned where exactly he had learned that, just concentrated on the cool/warmth of his tongue and how it knew exactly when and how to press against the underside, how it circled the head, and how he could - fuck - deepthroat like a pro, moving one of his hands from his hips as to start strocking his own cock.
The sight - and the feeling - never failed to make his knees weak and make him come as if he was a teenager himself.
***
Phoenix was hot, burning all around his cock and Scott felt that this heat that surrounded her - and him, ohgod, fuck - would surely melt him, could barely find in himself to answer the way she moved, how she thrust herself down against his cock and how it was only him the one that moaned; the most he got out of her expression was a sense of triumph, of power, of... yes.
***
"I can look anyway you want me to," Mistique cooed, trailing her nails down his chest. Scott tried once again to fight the bounds around his wrists and ankles, fought to dislodge the scarf that was tied tightly around his head, covering his eyes.
"Fuck off, bitch."
"Well, yes, eventually." Mistique agreed, and her nails grazed his -traitorous- erection. Scott bit on his lips when she cupped his balls, tried to stop from shuddering when her still dry fingers rubbed against his hole and tried not to moan.
***
Magneto's thrusts were slow but thorough, until the point that Scott was sure that there was no part of him shivering at the feeling, as if Magneto was using his powers to make the iron in his blood sing at his will.
Scott threw his head back, felt Magneto whisper promises of power and completion as his tongue lapped at his sweat, felt him once again thrust inside just enough to make his eyes roll, and he clutched to the table once his orgasm hit him like a thunderbolt.
I ever so kindly did as she requested and didn't write Scott/Jean.
All of these bits are porny :D (Does this count as being part of a new fandom?)
"Fuck!" He felt Logan's teeth upon his shoulder and Scott shuddered, knowing that it was going to leave a mark, but he couldn't bring himself to care a little, not when Logan's rough hands were on his cock, stroking him fast and hard, just as hard as Logan was thrusting in him.
He also felt Logan's smirk against his neck. "I thought we were already, un, doing that."
***
Sometimes, while looking at Rogue, he wondered. He knew the truth about her powers, of course, and he knew how dangerous it'd be (for not mentioning that, if there was ever the chance for that, she'd most surely spend that time with Gambit), he couldn't stop himself from wondering how it'd feel, to graze his teeth upon her nipples, lick between her breasts, and imagine how Rogue would moan when he'd press his tongue against her clit.
***
Surprisingly enough, Storm wasn't a screamer. Part of him had always thought that having sex with Storm would be - pardon the pun - like being in the middle of a hurricane. He had pictured that her nails would leave angry marks upon his back, that her legs would wrap tight around his waist and that she'd roll them over and that she would move at her own tempo almost as if he wasn't there.
The times he had thought about that, he had come so hard that his mouth had gone dry.
Sex with Storm, in the end, was calm, quiet, with just small moans breaking from her lips as her back arqued, holding unto the sheets instead of him. As if she was afraid of losing control again.
***
Bobby was incredible with blowjobs. Scott never questioned where exactly he had learned that, just concentrated on the cool/warmth of his tongue and how it knew exactly when and how to press against the underside, how it circled the head, and how he could - fuck - deepthroat like a pro, moving one of his hands from his hips as to start strocking his own cock.
The sight - and the feeling - never failed to make his knees weak and make him come as if he was a teenager himself.
***
Phoenix was hot, burning all around his cock and Scott felt that this heat that surrounded her - and him, ohgod, fuck - would surely melt him, could barely find in himself to answer the way she moved, how she thrust herself down against his cock and how it was only him the one that moaned; the most he got out of her expression was a sense of triumph, of power, of... yes.
***
"I can look anyway you want me to," Mistique cooed, trailing her nails down his chest. Scott tried once again to fight the bounds around his wrists and ankles, fought to dislodge the scarf that was tied tightly around his head, covering his eyes.
"Fuck off, bitch."
"Well, yes, eventually." Mistique agreed, and her nails grazed his -traitorous- erection. Scott bit on his lips when she cupped his balls, tried to stop from shuddering when her still dry fingers rubbed against his hole and tried not to moan.
***
Magneto's thrusts were slow but thorough, until the point that Scott was sure that there was no part of him shivering at the feeling, as if Magneto was using his powers to make the iron in his blood sing at his will.
Scott threw his head back, felt Magneto whisper promises of power and completion as his tongue lapped at his sweat, felt him once again thrust inside just enough to make his eyes roll, and he clutched to the table once his orgasm hit him like a thunderbolt.