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“ T—Though. . . I suppose I am very sidekick-like. “

“ I’m stronger than I look! “

(( more hero ocs / anthro marvel characters please …

Torrent frequents the gym as a means to maintain his build, and harness both his strength and stamina. “ Ah! “ Though he often chooses to do so late at night when it’s less busy, to avoid being recognised. ESPECIALLY in the changing rooms. “ I didn’t quite see you there. . . “

Torrent sighs, as he leans against the wall of the laundromat, waiting for his suit to finish its cycle. He often uses his days off to run errands.

(( this is just torrent

Torrent has quite the collection of wetsuits. Some of which he enjoys more than others. . .

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Huffing, as he peels off his hero suit. A full day of deep sea exploration has left him exhausted.

(( writing some lore ..

— stomach, slowly swelling it further. He can feel the excess substance dribbling down his thighs, and pooling beneath the two of them. “ . . . So. . . Full. . . ~ “

— as Katsuo slowly pulls back, with a wet *schlop!*. Only to then spearhead forth, his hole widened further by the sudden rut, cheeks wobbling and clapping against Katsuo’s firm groin. “ I—I was made. . . for you. . . “ He coos, knees trembling as magma-like pre floods his —

Torrent was becoming lost in the moment. He can feel Katsuo throbbing against the palm of his hand, through his thinly stretched abdomen. Each pulse is mind numbing, all consuming, even. “ K—Kats’. . . ~ “ He murmurs, expression dazed, and mind numb with lust. He shudders, —

— outwards from within his toned front. He takes a moment to adjust, each throb sending waves of warmth throughout his soft, fleshy interior. With a gulp, he finally nods. “ I. . . I want all of you. Please, Katsuo, show me. . . show me what it means to be yours. . . “

Torrent’s legs shake, as Katsuo sinks deeper into his depths, inch after inch slowly consumed by the canid’s hot, eager hole. “ S. . So. . . Much. . . Nnnh. . . “ He pants, a hand slithering to his own midsection, digits trembling over the bulge gradually protruding —

— his cheeks pried apart by the feline’s sheer girth. Torrent’s eyes roll, and a deep groan comes from within, as his fellow’s hero’s fleshy tip eases into his warm depths, pink ring widening like an elastic band, in a desperate attempt reshape itself.

Torrent shudders, as his cheeks are freed, a pinkish hole awaiting the much larger feline. It had been sometime, since they had indulged in one another. Torrent had been needing this. “ Please. . . I’ve been needing you for so long, Katsuo. . . “ Torrent murmurs, —

“ H—Have we not given the internet enough to talk about already? “ Torrent murmurs, only to gasp, as Katsuo ruts a little harder. The canine was now straining against the groin of his suit, his arousal visibly ls. “ T—There’s a zipper, towards the rear of my suit. . . “

“ Everything I wear makes you want to ruin me. . . “ He teases back, gasping, as Katsuo continues to rub, knead, grope and grind. He can feel his hot breath rolling against his neck. “ . . . Y—You really want to do this? Right here, right now? What if we get caught? “

Torrent was still somewhat wet from having been in the ocean, his suit shiny with droplets. “ . . . ‘This’, being swimwear? “ He teases, grunting as Katsuo’s groin melds against his toned posterior. “ Mfh. . . Katsuo. . . “