#biggestbluestbeast

[iceicetomeetyou]

A Little Extra Room In the Crotch, I Think

     Piotr held still, even though all he wanted to do was squirm away and take care of himself in private, “Do you really need measurements this...” Piotr struggled to find the right word, “intimate?” All he was wearing was a pair of white briefs stretched tight around him. No one else mentioned their fittings with Hank going anything like this. Were all American tailors like this?

[iceicetomeetyou]

The Only One Who Can Take It

The Russian metal man's eyes glowed red as he stomped into Hank's lab. He zeroed in on Beast and stepped in front of him, interrupting the conversation he'd been having with the other man Piotr barely glanced at. "We need to fuck or fight right now. Matter of life and death." He scooped Hank up under one arm and began stomping away. He was moving faster than the slow stomps seemed to account for and leaving dents in the floor.

[whclesome]

                      { @biggestbluestbeast gets some thor wusgoooood }

“You know,” Thor started, then promptly took a sip of his Grand-Sized Iced-Cold Coffee, light and sweet (Midgardian slang for ‘delicious,’ perhaps?) and labeled ‘Thoore :)’ for some reason, “you remind me of a race of beings on Asgard called jötnar, Frost Giants. Of course, they are large, fearsome creatures -- heinously ugly -- and completely hairless, while you are none of those things. But you are very, uh, blue...”

Thor trailed off for a moment as he regained his train of thought. His words had taken a turn for the worse, and he was afraid he was toeing the line between ‘well-meaning’ and  ‘offensive.’ All he had wanted to do was talk to the man -- creature? he wasn’t sure -- who was clearly trying his hardest to have the least amount of fun possible during his visit to the City of New York. The god had found the recluse in Stark’s laboratory, tinkering with, well, something. Thor wasn’t going to try and pretend he knew anything about Midgardian technology, least of all a doodad from Stark Industries.

“They could be fun to talk to, however. Always up for a good competition, be it drinking, eating, cat-lifting. Of course, I’d always win because, well, I’m me. My people did not call me Hardhugadr for naught. And after I won, I’d slaughter them, naturally -- as one should do when faced with a horrible, terrible jötunn.” He took another sip of his Grand-Sized, Iced-Cold, light and sweet Coffee and sighed loudly after swallowing. “So tell me: do you perhaps like to drink, eat, and lift cats?”

[terrifiesbullies-a]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 (with or without bonus if you want)

Meme: Accepting@biggestbluestbeast

Steve is a tactile person. He likes and has to feel things. So that’s why when he’s having sex his hands will always roam, be it over his partner or the sheets (especially if it’s not his bed or if it’s new a new bed set).

This proves to be even more so with Hank. It’s different than what he’s used to. Aside from enjoying the feel of Hank’s body under hand, the fur gives him more to do in terms of interacting with Hank’s body.

[terrifiesbullies-a]

“That was a workout.”

Meme: Accepting@biggestbluestbeast

Steve was still mostly asleep as he sat up in his bed. He almost didn’t even catch the other speaking or what he said, but he turns his head to look over at Hank and a smirk tugs at the edge of his lips. “In my defense I warned you, I have fairly inhuman stamina...”