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captain america /// steve rogers. cyclops /// scott summers. the incredible hercules /// god of strength. batman /// bruce wayne.
bobby liked to think he knew where he stood with hercules. the fact that he'd gotten the musclebound god to break him in once or twice, despite preferring having his beefy, hairy railed, was only a sign of affection and appreciation, to him.
"--love, not fear." groaned into the god's ear. bobby was a romantic. always had been. usually the first one to drop the l-bomb. "come on. you're saying this is better than some of the other gods you've sat on?" bulking himself up a bit, bobby pulled harder on those hips, driving his wickedly curved ice-enhanced cock deeper past that fuck-soft rim. "gonna earn that." thumbs digging in, bobby started dragging himself out for that first hard slam.
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Hercules would need to think about that for a second. In his long, ageless life, he enjoyed countless lovers, all more mighty and godly than the last, and yet none of them held a candle to his beloved Bobby. Something of a god in his own right, mind you, because of his omega-level status, but also perfectly human.
"It depends on which god we're talking about— oh!" he cries out, feeling his prostate perfectly tapped at just the right angle and intensity, the cool chill of Bobby's ice prick sending more shivers down his spine. "Do not stop! Plow my blistering hole, you incredible Ice-man...!"
Bruce Wayne's cock was still such a perfect piece of man that Karter knew this would not be the last time he stumbled into the cave looking for it, but seeing how he lay there, ragged and so close, he was smug in his own way. Hand on his chest, holding him there, he brought the other to slide Bruce's hands up along his body.
He flexed again, every ridge of muscle shown and he let the strong, well worn hand trail over his body. "Do you like seeing me ride your cock like this? This strong body on display? You know I can overpower you, and it makes your cock harder.." he sunk back on it harder then, grinning as he did so, just grinding his hips to let Bruce feel every inch of his dick enveloped.
"I want you to fuck me, do things to me that would make Clark blush."
Bruce carried himself with such confidence, and it wasn't an act. Not mostly, anyway. It definitely presented itself as a facade in his public-facing life, but behind closed doors, it lingered as a quiet, simmering feeling. This remained true when he shared space with his lovers.
But in the case of some like Karter, he found himself relinquishing control. He wanted them to take over. It felt nice for a change, not having to think. Be so pro-active. And Karter did not seem unwilling to boss him around.
"Fuck—" he groans, his hold on the blond's hips tightening, leaving light marks as his fingers dug into the golden tanned skin. Heeding the other's word, he musters his strength into flipping themselves over, laying Karter on his back to a loud thud as he reacquainted himself and slid back into that blistering tightness. Fucking into Karter with greater intensity, he grits his teeth in perfect focus, eyes closed shut at the sensation of Karter clamped around him.
The telepath could scoff at the adjective Scott used to describe their past. Complicated was an understated way to put it, however, Eljiah enjoyed the pleasurable moments that came from it. “Well, that is true, we are allowed to still have a cordial relationship between one another,” he responded before nodding after Scott confirmed the weight on him. “I, begrudgingly, become quite privy to a lot of it. This collision of various forces and different worlds has been so abrupt. However, something tells me that there are other things bubbling underneath us. We haven’t even scratched the surface, I fear,” Elijah assures and transitions his sly expression into a more concerned look.
"We will need each other more than ever Scott, time will tell,” he urged before slowly moving his hand over to gingerly place it atop the other’s.
Elijah was responsible for some of the most enjoyable nights Scott ever experienced, especially lately, in Jean's absence. It took him a while to become used to the feeling of another in his bed, but Jean wouldn't want him to be lonely. That was the only thing that alleviated his guilt during his tryst with Elijah.
But with Jean back, his allegiance snapped back to him, leaving him and Elijah in a tricky spot. One he wasn't so sure the other was completely willing to leave alone.
"So what do you propose we do, then...?" asks Scott, watching as Elijah's hand migrates his own.
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."
Steve considered himself a strong man — not just in physical strength, but mental fortitude too. Serving on the frontlines of WW2 fostered an unbeatable spirit. One that even Hel, someone who claimed himself a god, could break. But that didn't mean Steve was completely impervious, which Hel clearly tried to exploit.
"I'm over a hundred years old, Hel. Do you think I'm a innocent virgin? I may not be as old as you, but I've got plenty of experience myself." he quips. Not a lie. Especially not recently. "Just tell me what you want from me, Hel. Maybe if you weren't being so, well, pushy, then I might just be inclined to give you it. There's no use in trying to steal something that could be offered freely..."
Anything to save the day, of course. Even if it meant surrendering his body to a malevolent alien.
· • ‣ Karter loved to be able to be one that took Bruce apart like this - it wasn't defeating him, but it was putting him in a place that was so, so fucking sexy, hearing him grunt that single word and the blonde gripped his shoulders a little stronger, not to harm but just keep as he rocked his hips.
Slow, steady, Batman's impossibly thick cock was already a treat he would be seeking out, wondering just how roughly his slut of a cousin wound up with Bruce because - "Fuck, that's good.." he reached back, his head tilting back, his body on display, his large chest, every ab, his own cock standing hard and tall.
And he just fucked himself back on that dick eagerly.
Clark didn't have the sort of, ahem, prowess that Karter did. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy the Man of Steel as a lover —he most certainly did— but his way of sex veered more toward the vanilla side of things. Karter, on the other hand...
A little more unhibited.
Bruce watched in awe as the powerful blond took every last one of his thick inches inside; all he could do was hold on to the other's hips as they rocked together, fearing his orgasm would arrive sooner than later.
"Flex for me—" he requests, breath ragged and exasperated, wanting to see his statuesque paramour's body in all its glory.
Mysterio grins. He moves back, allowing the illusion to fade away. They were in a dingy warehouse now, barely illuminated by hanging lightbulbs and the moonlight that streamed through broken windows. It wasn't much but it was a decent base of operations. "I want you." Mysterio leans against a crate, crossing his arms beneath his chest. "Preferably on all fours. I've got a new lease on life, and fucking Captain America is something I've always wanted to do." There were definitely better ways of seducing another man but Quentin seriously doubted that Steve Rogers knew what Grindr was.
Steve didn't like how easily Quentin could change the circumstances around them. Steve could never be quite sure what he saw was real when in the other's company. But he couldn't let him know that.
Admittedly, however, Steve didn't expect him to say that.
"Alright, that's enough, Beck. You're going too far with this now—" he protests, even as the other's seduction began to mildly arouse him. The thought of being used by a villain like that, prone and vulnerable... goddamnit.
"That's not going to happen, and you know that."
Elijah simply chuckled darkly and peered down at the floor, upon Scott’s retort to the current mind invasion. “…Of course dear,” he said one final time inside of his mind before gracefully dropping out. He wanted to do what he could to keep himself in good standing with the other. During the absence of the red head, Elijah became deeply enthralled in what the two of them not only shared but did together. Now he was suddenly given the expectation to somehow be only cordial with Scott, creating some boundaries, now that Jean was back. Despite feeling it rather unfair, he bowed out and agreed to do so, however, begrudgingly. The link they shared couldn’t help but urge Elijah to walk that thin line whenever he would catch him alone.
He casually strolled up more now, meeting Scott towards the balcony railing. He leaned against it, now meeting his expression. “It’ll never happen again, I’ll honor your boundaries,” he said, now forming a raised brow and a smile. It was a smile that couldn’t help but come off sly in nature. “However, what is weighing on you? I now ask as a platonic confidant Scott.”
Elijah was on the side of good –for now, anyway— but Scott knew better to let him have unfiltered access to his mind. His lack of reluctance to honor his wishes conveyed a sort of mutual trust between them; they'd been through enough as enemies-to-allies-to-lovers to ruin that now. Especially with Jean back. On some level, Elijah had to know he'd never take precedence over the redhead.
"Thank you, Elijah. I appreciate it. I know our past is, well, complicated, but that doesn't mean we can't get along. As for your question, what isn't weighing on me now... how much of this multiverse thing are you privvy to?"
closed. 31 M/M from bruce to karter
bruce wayne was infuriating to karter. of course they never got off on the right foot, how could you when you crash land your spaceship on a foreign planet into the batman's harbor? but there was always a mistrust at first - which again, made sense after all the other times kryptonians had come and fucked everything up. but that's what infuriated karter the most about bruce is that he was always right no matter what, he just had to be and for once he wanted to prove him wrong.
even going to train in themyscira had been smart. and karter came to the not-awesome and totally dumb batcave to thank him. and he did when he saw bruce's eyes give him a once over, thanked him by pushing him against the bat-fridge or bat-computer or bat-wall, whatever bat-structure was available until he had him naked, grabbing that infuriatingly big dick and stroking it.
pinning bruce down with strength he shouldn't have used, he used the one hand to keep him against the cool floor while the other was moving the spit-slick cock to his hole, having spent 20 minutes sucking him off to get him this slick, and sliding down on to him with a grunt. "bruce.." he growled, head lulling back, feeling strong hands find his hips already and start to match and move with him, fucking up into karter as he fucked right back.
@spangledmen
Bruce had an easy relationship with Bruce. They complimented one another well. Years of working together, side by side, fostered a bond that most people would never know.
The same could not be said about Karter.
The younger —or older, depending— son of Krypton just seemed to have something against Bruce half of the time. While this made their working relationship a little difficult, however... it made the sex fantastic.
Swallowing a groan as the blonde sank down on his thick cock, Bruce nearly banged his head against the cold floor as he felt the other's warm tightness surround him. "Fuck—" he finally musters, watching as the other overpowered him, taking what he so clearly wanted. "That's it, don't stop... ride me, fuck–"
where: batcave | when: after patrols | whom: @spangledmen Bruce
6MM
Jason moans, hands and knees aching from the hard floor of the Batcave. They'd both been here for hours since patrols had officially ended. Bruce hadn't been impressed with some of Jason's work though that's nothing new.
And now Jason is getting fucked in the middle of the Batcave, both of them only just stripped from their uniforms. Jason almost wishes Bruce had left the Bat-suit on.
But bad boys don't get to choose how they're fucked.
"Fuck, Bruce! Harder."
Well, maybe they can beg.
It always seemed like Bruce got into these sorts of compromising positions with his adopted Batboys.
He didn't mean to. He tried to be a strict, responsible role model to them. Give them a template of how to be heroes, and then allow them to forge their own identities away from himself. This mostly worked. And then, without fail, their relationships became... messy.
It didn't help that he always had some sort of tension with Jason. Tension so easily became sexual. And now, well...
Bruce didn't even bother getting his suit off. He and Jason needed this, immediately. And Bruce wasn't going to deprive his boy.
"Quiet—" he grunts, fucking into Jason's tight ass with hard, firm strokes. "Alfred will hear us. Don't need him seeing this—"
Another deep, resolute thrust.
"So tight—"
ext. the roof of the daily bugle, new york. day.
with a satisfied smile on his face, jon hovers to batman's side as he looks down at the aftermath of his good deed. sure, there were some ruins that would need to repaired, and even with him cleaning up the larger chunks of the debris and broken cars, the clean up will still be a nightmare.
but from the reactions he's gotten and is currently hearing, new yorkers are not a stranger to these events. they're a resilient bunch. maybe he'll pay a visit later to help more.
but for now ... assessment! patting off the dust and the dirt from his costume, he then stood there ... waiting for the other man to speak. " well, it's not so bad, right? " jon says, with his youthful and innocent smile, waiting for his agreement. " the city is saved and there are no casualties. i think i deserve a prize for that. "
@spangledmen.
Bruce could play well with others. He didn't prefer to, but he could. His long tenure with the Justice League proved that. But this whole mentorship thing, however... he didn't like it. He had enough work of his own to deal with. The only reason he agreed to this arrangement was because of his loyalty to Clark, looking after Jon as he emerged into his heroic career.
The things he did for friendship.
"You were messy, Jon," Bruce says curtly. "No casualties, but you need to be more thoughtful before you move. You could have hurt someone. I'm not going to have to remind you of that again, am I...?"
if there was one thing zain enjoyed about bruce wayne, it was that he never beat around the bush. the gruff timbre of his voice always belied a hint of interest before switching gears and it was right back to business. zain watched the older man with a cool disposition as he waited for his drink. "business?" he intoned, curiosity piqued. when the bartended slipped a crystalline cup into his hand, zain offered a smile and a wink of thanks before turning back to bruce.
"not here." he said with an incline of his head. stepping away from the bar, he lead bruce through the crowd back towards the stage before rounding into a hallway and slipping into his dressing room.
"you talk, i change." he directed, slipping his hat from his head and giving it a small toss onto his vanity before slipping behind a partition.
"what does the infamous batman want with lil ol' me?"
"Yes. Business," Bruce confirms coolly. "And you're the only person I can come to about it. So if wouldn't mind taking me somewhere a little more private," he begins, "then the sooner we can discuss the matter at hand."
Sure enough, Zain wastes no time bringing him backstage to his dressing room. It looked exactly how Bruce would have expected. One final sweep of the premises, making sure they were alone.
"What experience do you have with Mister Mxyzptlk...?"
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