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@haljacraft
aaron pierre, queer, cis-male + he/him → reporting: incoming profile update …
name: hela alias: hel - halja abilities: asgardian physiology - magic manipulation - all-speak origin + whereabouts: marvel optics + positives: persuasive - protean - enchanting risks + negatives: maleficent - manipulative - vengeful noted factors + signatures: piercing green eyes - green energy coronas - malleable scantly-clad armor [black w. green accents] - thorned headdress mentorship status: --
Steve knew the longer he stayed in, the more susceptible he was to Hel's charms. And Hel's charms were plentiful, in a manner of speaking. Steve could only pretend to be so strong. He knew how strong Asgardian magic could be, and better yet, not to mess with it. His serum only protected him from so much.
"I'm sure that's true. I am only human, despite everything. But that means I'm an easy mark, doesn't it? Don't you want a challenge, Hel?" Steve retorts. "Why not seduce someone more on your level? Are the Warriors Three all busy tonight? What about Thanos?"
A valiant effort, but he could feel himself failing.
"I don't think that'll be necessary, Hel. We can talk it out like respectable men, can't we?"
Hela's lips rounded the press of a husky 'coo' to settle the coming response. The heat of his thoughts settled on the coolness of his interjection. This hero; the icon, was simply searching for his own way out of the Goddess' clutches but it was far too late. Piercing eyes had already started to dismantle Captain America to the wisps of need. If he could, he'd pluck those little strings that kept the man from coming undone- which weren't many at this point. Hela laughed to himself, slowly slithering over to him and his ample, warm, supple cleft consumed the man's crotch in one motion. He looked up at him; as if pretending to grovel before his presence. All the while, the plating of armor between them wasn't enough to mask or dampen the feel.
"Do you not find sex respectable, Steve? I know you're curious about how I may feel swaddling you in euphoric rapture." Hela damn near moans his name as the subtle motions attribute to the torment he was building for the man. Perhaps he'd whisper in his native tongue. Perhaps he pushed some ideas of his fingers combing through his golden locks and caressing his scalp. Maybe he gave him an idea of pert nipples licked and tugged. Maybe he just willed those thoughts free of Steve's own mind. Who knows? A soft whispering echoed around them as Hela leaned back and let nature run its course. Maybe even Steve tasting of Hela's own sweet release. "Challenge? Not even they'd pose and Thanos? Ha!" Hela leaned back on propped elbows with the facade of still being bound by manacles. "There is nothing that you'd lose if you wager absolutely nothing on opportunity. You'd probably only give yourself away once we depart."
I wanna first apologize for not being around much lately. I had a medical emergency that needed to be tended to. Some already know as of yesterday and today. I will be slowly getting to things.
"These mortals are eating me up. Maybe I should infiltrate Midgardian affairs."
[ kiss + rough ]
Hel steadied a hand on the man's chest as the fury of heat between them was strong enough to start a blaze. He could dwell on the overstanding of intangible, unintelligible sounds that filled this room and threatened to dismantle it at each joint. Maybe even the turbulent vibrations that reverberated through the foundation. However, he chose to delight in something more delectable. Satana.
One palm into his chest kept him firmly against the 'ground' as he could only imagine the surface of this glass prism; a construct thanks to Hela's own improvision, allowed them to see fractiles through the reflections cast at every angle. Some would've been overstimulated visually. The cold stimuli of the glass against bare skin. The warmth of shared space. The sounds-- oh so many sounds, at every second. It was wonderful to know that Satana hadn't tapped out. Not yet. Back to the delight.
Hel rode Satana wildly. Careful not to test the physical durability of the incubus' conditioning but enough to give very little refractory period between feeling his heavy balls slap against Hel's hungry, cum-filled ass. Neither seemed to have exhausted their reserves so Hel would continue. His back arches deep, taking him to the limit of their anatomical limits and he eased, springing against him. Not to mention, his own stance allowed him a greater degree of motion.
One foot planted just near Satana's shoulder and the other just outside of his hip. He controls the contractions of his sphincter, milking him of every drop. The speed and strength of each bounce beyond mortal limitations. The meeting of 'pelvis to ass' almost silenced their own euphoric harmonies. His eyes already rolled upwards. Every inch of him barrels into his wanting depths. Every inch squeezed as if he needed it to survive.
"They always talk this pretty in Asgard, gorgeous?" Frank couldn't help but respond to the goddess' words. He wasn't sure what was being said by the taller man, but Frank knew this much; he was being toyed with. Of course, it was a lot more welcomed compared to the alternatives. His eyes, sunken and half lidded follow a path across Hela's face as the goddess held his neck, each feature of him having a hypnotic effect from the green narrowing eyes to the lips that had Frank waiting on each spoken syllable.
Frank's sunken eyes widen as he's nudged through the portal sans his S.H.I.E.L.D. fatigues. They weren't exactly the most comfortable of outfits, but they provided the vigilante some security in wearing them. He missed the gun more so than the tight figure fitting shirts the bureau enjoyed squeezing him in. He lands himself on the suite's floor, a ways away from the bed. It wasn't a good sign that his attention had slipped so quickly in such little time while with the goddess.
He sits himself up from the floor, watching Hela sprawled against the bed. Frank moves closer to the bed, his tongue licking his lips as the man crawled closer to the goddess that tempted him. Listening to Hela's words, Frank presses his lips to the goddess's skin, split and scabbed over lips gifted to him from the many misgivings he seemed to attract (and at times actively sought out). They travel against Hela's body, grand and delectable, ghosting heated breath against his legs as Frank joined the goddess in bed.
Frank's knee gently pushes Hela's legs apart as his lips bring themselves to the goddess's neck. The man's own arousal stiff and pressed against Hela's outer thigh. His lips brush against Hela's ear as he answers with, "Only one way to find out."
"I'd say yes to incite more intrigue within you. Perhaps to start a new journey for a Midgardian." Hela jested. Fingertips glide up the man's back until his pads rest upon those broad shoulder blades. He'd stroke the skin beneath until he felt it give to his touch. A kiss. A savored gift to bring Frank just into the gravity of their interaction. Some would've been aroused by fear. Others? A 'death-defying' thrill sought after their entire lives.
Frank was neither.
He felt as if he proceeded with intrigue, wonder, and desire. Hel pressed upward as his body clung to every action. Their dance was more intricate than two needy animals. But every surge was far more carnal. His head turns to one side as his legs spread far enough to accompany the man's pelvic span. To cradle his hips. And yes, Hela's heat was far more present than the grip of his cold domain.
Hel was far more a dominant partner. Though, the goddess could be persuaded to leave charge to his muse. Even if the prize was his thick measure plunging into his depths, he could praise such beautiful workmanship of his hardened physique. Hands glide down the small of his back until the splaying of his fingers cupped both of his ass cheeks. His supple buttocks; careful yet, eagerly massaged as his thumbs gently feathered strokes along the outside of his hips. Each digit manipulated the firm, symmetrical split of muscle beneath until they melted in his grasp.
His own back rolls like a serpent, gently swaying into Frank's lap. The motion stirred both of their masts. His own girth throbbing against the larger of the two and he intentionally nests Frank right between his balls and his asshole. He rocked, letting the silken strip of flesh lure him further into Hel's hold. He continued to kiss him, as one arm draped over Frank's shoulder and the other kept his hand playing with his ass. Consider Frank's lips well tended to. Welcomed the beast inside of him to step forward, ushering the man's tongue into his mouth and Hel began to suckle, surfing and swirling. Hel's own hunger slowly devoured the man's need. Eyes glow beneath his shut lids. A feeling coiling within the goddess' being.
Insatiable want.
aaron pierre, queer, cis-male + he/him → reporting: incoming profile update …
name: hela alias: hel - halja abilities: asgardian physiology - magic manipulation - all-speak origin + whereabouts: marvel optics + positives: persuasive - protean - enchanting risks + negatives: maleficent - manipulative - vengeful noted factors + signatures: piercing green eyes - green energy coronas - malleable scantly-clad armor [black w. green accents] - thorned headdress mentorship status: --
❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
inspired by devotedecay’s non - sexual acts of dominance meme ! send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to … ( add ❝ reverse ❞ if you’d like to see how my muse would preform the action ! )
[ shower ] your muse joining mine in the shower.
[ choke ] your muse choking mine.
[ kiss + soft ] your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.
[ kiss + rough ] your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.
[ pin ] your muse pinning mine down.
[ wrists ] your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.
[ push ] your muse pushing mine into bed.
[ rip + clothing ] your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.
[ spank ] your muse spanking mine.
[ pull ] your muse pulling my muses hair.
[ talk ] your muse talking dirty to mine.
[ eyes ] your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.
[ down ] your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.
[ knees ] your muse telling mine to get on their knees.
[ hips ] your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.
[ denial ] your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.
[ many ] your muse making mine orgasm over and over.
[ tied ] your muse tying my muse down.
[ lazy ] your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.
[ love ] your muse telling mine they love them during.
[ dominance ] your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.
[ submission ] your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.
[ humiliation ] your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.
[ pain ] your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.
[ knife ] your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.
[ hidden ] your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.
[ public ] your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.
[ adore ] your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.
[ dress ] your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.
[ eat ] your muse eating mine out.
[ sleep ] your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.
[ gag ] your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.
[ blindfold ] your muse blindfolding mine.
[ praise ] your muse praising mine in bed.
[ good ] your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.
[ want ] your muse telling mine they want them.
[ snarl ] your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.
[ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.
[ wall ] your muse shoving mine up against a wall.
all replies in a bit. i need a mental recharge from today
"Depends on what you mean by fulfill." He smirks before feeling the pressure of the Hela's hand around his throat, making it hard to breath. Even so, Frank lets out halfhearted chuckle. His pulse being felt more prominently against the goddess's fingertips brought some additional pressure within the man's denim jeans. Not that their presence wasn't enough to cause Frank to stand on ceremony in a sense - perhaps even beyond ceremony.
The chuckle turns into a groan as Hela's body is pressed to his, his dark hooded eyes staring into those of the goddess' mesmerizing hazel eyes. The vigilante's hands brush across the goddess' skin gently, reposed against Hela's hips. There was an unusual excitement in seeing his hand against the goddess' hips, the sense of scale and height difference was usually put upon many of Frank's past dance partners. For the shoe to be on the other foot, if what Hela was wearing on his feet would count as shoes, Frank couldn't help but find his point of view particularly quite titillating.
"We're starting on your left, I'm guessing?" He hums, necking pressing itself into Hela's lips. His calloused hands traveling down their body, fingers spreading and collecting him in his hands, kneading across the goddess' ass.
And there it was. Hela could devour the man in one quip. One gulp. Yet, he indulged a moment of tease between them. He encouraged more as Frank's greedy fingertips sought the bounds of his hips. For a moment, The Goddess was quite fond of such possession. He does not bend to the mortal's will nor hand. Not even as his prat is spread. He growled low with lust glazed over his gaze. Those prominent green hues swam through the reflection of the opposing eyes as he oriented before him. His own fingers reel up and down Frank's spine as he gripped the fabric tightly. Not only did he feel the tension anteriorly, he should've felt the seams resist the posterior torsion.
"Some consider you a warrior with a past, illuminated by many misgivings. I would've loved to endure your ferocity." For Frank's generosity and grace, he served him a bit of dignity--though bearing witness to offering himself to the hunger of a deity was bragging rights. "Consider me benevolent, Frank Castle." He nudged the vigilante with his core, causing the mortal to trip through a one way portal- a room overlooking Manhattan, and out of his suit. The fabric does tear but maybe Hela will be generous enough to present him with a duplicate.
"Honesty will serve you very well, in the moment." Hela sprawls across the massive bed, drawing circles on the velvet bedding. "Do you find yourself capable of fucking me mercilessly? Only mount this platform and bury your cock in my mouth if you if you feel mighty enough," peeked up at him to acknowledge his decision.
int. the white castle casino bar. night.
" please. do not think of this as me doubting your strength and constitution. everybody here is extraordinary for a reason! i am merely stating facts. " thor says, as he mixes his drink with the dark liquid he carried here from asgard. blood mead, the drink of gods and heroes who occupy the halls of valhalla ... and the only drink that can get him drunk.
it's already a strong drink for him, so he could only imagine what it could do to a midgardian. " you will not be able to handle it. so, you enjoy your little mortal juice ... and leave the godly drinks to the gods. "
open for everyone! @shieldreports.
"You forget the audience you share, Odinson." Hela smirked, carefully weaving through the curious gaze of mortal and immortal, alike. The crown was obviously a statement piece so most did not forget the namesake of the deity. No one had the authority to force him to bend-knee, so why dilute his experience with such minor notions. He does; however, tailor the span for something comfortable for them all.
"I can not recall the last time I've allowed myself to place such nectar to my lips." Hela watched Thor down the entirety of his drink like a mighty whale swallowing an entire school of fish. Or Jormungdar devouring his own tail. There were few times the goddess would be impressed and watching the Asgardians drink and eat beyond their fill always had an inkling of astonishment. Hela settles for a glass of Absinthe. Straight. "Challenge a god, then."
made sure I had no replies to do so I think I'm going to search for Simon's gala outfit. while I do that, I'm going to throw myself at some starters so if you get a reply and you're over that starter, feel free to let me know.
before I even consider a third, I need more stuff on Hela and Kwannon. going to look back at some starters I may have missed
"Yeah... Pain has a habit of making me remember that." Frank couldn't help but mirror the other's smirk, albeit the smirk paled in comparison in size as the vigilante wasn't usually one to smile. His tongue ran along the back of his top teeth, intrigued by how the literal god towered over him. Not wanting to insult the god, Frank did as was asked, his eyes traveling down towards the other's chest. His own breath seemed to follow along with Hela's, watching as the larger chest in front of him raised and fell with each breath.
"And what about yourself? How are you to indulge yourself? Can gods be indulged?" Franks eyes look up to look into Hela's eyes, his hands also reach up towards the cuffs binding the god's hands. While there was an initial hesitation in releasing the Asgardian of them, something about how the other man looked at him made Frank feel like it would be quite a fun time - that, or at least a quick death.
His fingers tease themselves across the cuff's release mechanism, his smirk growing more as Frank continued to entertain the thought. "Can't really feel your grip with these on, now can I?" He chimes lowly, the click of the cuffs release following after his words.
"Can we be indulged? Is that what you want to fulfill?" It was such a question that Hela wasn't even sure how to approach it. Should he stroke the pride of the mortal or leave him seeking revelations? "Depends on the intention. The purpose, if you will." Such a specimen. The mortal dared to stare into the eyes of the hel-bound deity that he probably long forgotten whom was before him. A low guttural growl resonated in his throat. Once freed, he adjusts before Frank. He reached up to collect his chiseled jaw within his grasp. He appraised him and the feeling of his death-defiance was quite seductive to the goddess.
Hela purred. The other hand swaddles the man in a rolling embrace that kneads the fabric of his armor. Unlike mortal limitations, it was skin-to-skin. He'd squeeze muscles. Caress skin. Every inch of the man's body was at the deity's mercy. To think, he was so close to a master of death. His warm hold weaves about, drawing him closer. He idly toys, taunting the man as if the world around them did not matter- as it did not. Time was but a figment and perhaps they were operating outside ordinary principles. Hela's 'armor' withered, revealing a crown upon his head and supple flesh. Hue as if the sun had kissed his very essence.
"Dare to dance with death?" Hela captured the man's chin in the succulent busses of his lips, like melting into a sea of heat. "Do you offer me an offering?"
