Marvel Rare Pairs Kink Meme
Well, with all the kink memes floating around lately, a thought occurred to me. What about the Rare Pairs of the Marvel Universe? Isn't it time to give Deadpool/Iron Man some love? Or how about Hawkeye Squared (that's Clint/Kate if you're wondering)? We've all got hard (or impossible) to find pairings stored in our heads, so why not let them out
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"You know Vicky, I'm not that kind of lady! You could at least stand to take me out to dinner first, maybe a little wine or flowers? Or for gods sake pop a couple of tic tacs before you go in for theURK!"
"Wilson, if you don't shut up I'm going to bite out your tongue."
Wade was sort of finding it difficult to speak with Sabretooth's claws digging into his throat, though he did manage a bloody gargle of protest, waving his free arm in a wild disapproving gesture. His other arm was, well, laying on the ground a few feet away. Maybe if he used the force and willed it back to him he'd stand a chance shoving the pointy toothed mutant off of him.
"Glaadee duunnch n fsst daaaght."
Ah curiosity killed the cat, because Victor actually withdrew his hand long enough for the merc's throat to heal. "What?"
"I saaaaid. A lady doesn't kiss on the first date either. So you'd better be keeping that cat breath to yourself, mister. What's with the affectionate display anyway? You in heat or something? Get into the nip again? Maybe you're jus- OKAY ow ow ow! Come on! That was my other favorite arm! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the litter box! Does he ever run out of cat jokes you ask?"
Oh hey some one was getting pretty frisky with the claws there and for a fraction of a second Deadpool almost winced as the sharp tips tore into the fabric above the arch of his hip. This was what he got for keeping the other half of that tuna sandwich in one of those many useful pouches, wasn't it? "Look you can have it, it wasn't even that good!"
Sabretooth's chest heaved with a sigh, rumbling with the exhale and it was almost a disturbing sensation against Wade's own. "... Just, shut your yap for two minutes."
"One and a half."
"... Wilson."
"Okay one, but that's my final offer."
The teeth in his neck silenced him for at least half that minute. It wasn't exactly a love bite but at least Victor kept the tearing flesh to a minimum. If Wade closed his eyes he could pretend he was just getting the worlds most painful hickey. And that damn rumbling was still strange, it raised goose bumps across his skin-- especially when the biting became licking; an almost rough tongue lapping up the dark blood welling at the hallow of his throat.
"But seriously, you never call, you never write-- you don't even bring me chocolate, and I love chocolate! What makes you think a little snuggling and sweet nothings is gonna get me to put out?"
"Because your erection is digging into my hip." It wasn't fair that Creed could do that growly-deep thing with his voice.
"That's my gun."
Sabretooth shifted.
"Oookay, hello! That's my erection. Fine only this one time, but promise to be gentle? I can't keep using the 'i fell down the stairs into a chainsaw' excuse. People are talking."
Wade grunted as he was flipped suddenly, luckily his arms had grown back just in time for him to brace himself against the concrete floor. He clicked his tongue as his hips were pulled up, claws digging, leaving small rips in the slick-tight cloth of his costume. "I just got this dry cleaned, you think you can take it easy? I'll even get you a real scratching post for Christmas, ya know the little ones with the mouse on the spring that sway back and forth? Doesn't that sound like fun?"
At least Creed took the time to get his belt off, letting it clutter to the floor before he shoved his pants down, leaving them tangled at his knees. Wade debated for a moment investing in a chastity belt. "All that cold metal though, brrr... how does Iron Man do it?"
Cold thoughts aside, Victor's cock was quite the opposite, or at least that's what Deadpool figured was pressing menacingly against his ass, either that or he'd found a bald midget.
"What ever happened to foreplay? I think the romance is dead between-- Ah! Fuuuuck! You motherfuckingsonofabiscuteeatingbitchwagon." His spine bowed uncomfortably as Creed shoved up into him in one forceful thrust, and that couldn't be good for his posture... or his ability to walk later. And was that awful keening sound coming from him? God, how embarrassing.
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"I'll think about it." Creed was too busy working out a sort of jagged rhythm first, starting slow and deep until Wilson stopped tensing and squirming, making it easier to roll his hips into each thrust, holding his somewhat willing victim still. He let his hands wander once he was sure Wade wasn't in any mind to go anywhere, pushing a palm against the small of his back, slipping the other up under him to grip his quickly softening cock. He wasn't any gentler, fingers tightening as he gave a few jerks but it seemed to be enough to keep Deadpool's interest because it had him groaning his approval.
"You're a sick son of a bitch, Wilson." Victor couldn't help the feral grin that pulled at his mouth just the same, enjoying the way Wade's body quaked and heaved under him, rocking between the rough strokes of his fingers and the brutal shove-slide of his dick driving into him.
"Damn my God like stamina--" Of course Wade was still talking, albeit between long pauses of just guttural or needy noises, and even then he seemed to be speaking under his breath, muttering and whispering nonsense between panting breathes. "You can't buy quality like this, huh uh... and if you get it free with your checking account then you really got shafted..."
"If you don't stop talking-- " Even if it was easy enough to drown out that gravelly rumble somewhere between the sound of harsh breath and Victor's own growling. And if he tilted his hips up just right, or let his claws slip just like so... then he could replace that rambling with a gasp for air or a desperate moan. Even a few cries of what could have been pain or pleasure.
"Faaaaack.... didn't we pick a safeword? Marsupial! Snuffleupagus!? Rootytootiefreshandfruity!"
Wade came, hard, cursing as his body jerked with the force of it even while Creed held him down, continuing for a few minutes after, not seeming to mind that the other man was slumped, noodly and exhausted beneath him. He finished with a growl, hilting himself, spilling hot and wet inside that abused body.
"That'll do pig." Deadpool rolled over once Victor pulled out, sprawling in the sticky cold mess of drying blood and other fun body fluids, squirming to shimmy his pants back up, peering blurrily at the large mutant.
"Next time we play, you can be the princess and I get to the strapping young stable boy."
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AND THAT my friends, is bookmark worthy. Also the 'Babe' reference. Yep.
Man this pairing.
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