What do you think would have happened if Steve had been there when Thor had his clothes blasted away instead of Jane? Would he have behaved himself or...?
Would Steve behave?
Not.
A.
CHANCE.
The second those clothes come off, Steve's eyes double in size at the sight of All That. All the blood in his head goes rushing southwards, and as he watches Thor struggling and straining against the chains, his muscles bulging and his heavy cock and balls swinging around, he can't resist grinding the heel of his palm along the length of his shaft, savouring the fraction. After a moment's lightheaded lust, however, his brain kicks back into gear, and he vaults over the barriers into the arena to try and help Thor and maybe feel up those muscles a little in the process
HOWEVER. These are the Greek gods we're talking about. Zeus already has Thor naked in front of a crowd, and up jumps this other blond beefcake into the arena, obviously hard under his cloak as he tries to help? Flick, there go Steve's clothes too as Zeus orders them to pleasure each other for the crowds. They both balk a little with everyone watching, but with Thor chained in place and his dick and ass out on full display and access, Steve soon finds creative ways to help them both forget their audience ;)
My personal harem would consist of Thor, Steve Rogers, Clark Kent, Bucky Barnes, Andy Barber, and Geralt of Rivia.
Panda, that's a beautiful harem of men ready to worship and adore you the way you deserve. Steve gets along well Bucky and Thor, so you know he'd plan something delicious with them. And they would find a way to blend in well with the others. ❤️
As far as spooky asks are concerned, how about some vampire!Bucky seducing pre-serum Steve so he can drink Steve's blood and sticking around because Steve's own insatiable thirst for Bucky's cock is endearing.
A vampire’s lair was a sacred thing--not wholly unlike a wolf’s den, as unsavory as the comparison was. It was not a place entered lightly, or at all, really, unless someone no longer valued their life. It was definitely not a place a vampire brought their food.
And yet--
And yet.
James turned his head away from the fire roaring in its hearth to stare at the figure in his bed. Pale limbs stuck out from beneath his black satin sheets, a mop of blonde hair turned golden in the firelight. He saw the subtle rise and fall of that thin body, heard the soft breaths of his sleeping companion.
If he pulled the sheets back, he’d see his come dripping out from between those small, cute little ass cheeks. He’d see his marks littering that lithe body. Bruises in the shape of his mouth, his fingers, but also the twin red pinpricks that documented his tasting of the blood held beneath such creamy, smooth skin.
Just the thought had his cock thickening again.
God, but what was he doing? If any of his coven saw him now, they’d think he’d lost his sanity, and he wouldn’t be able to blame them. They didn’t do this. It wasn’t their way.
Feeding from humans was much like sex. As long as all parties consented, continued to consent through the whole ordeal, and no one was harmed, it was generally-speaking a nonissue. The venom from their fangs gave their human donors pleasure, sometimes to the point of orgasm, and so it was often a mutual exchange. Food for pleasure, pleasure for food. The two often melding and mixing until it ended up with impromptu hookups. That’s why clubs were favored hunting grounds among his kind.
And that was where it ended, where it always ended. A few mouthfuls of blood, an orgasm in a back alley, a bathroom, a storeroom--wherever--and the parting of ways. It never continued. It certainly never continued into a vampire’s lair.
But then James thought of meeting his pretty little human. The club they’d been in hadn’t required them to find a back alley or a bathroom. It was the kind of establishment that had rooms for what they wanted. He remembered taking the boy into one of them, shutting the door and cutting off the thumping bass from the dance floor two floors below them. The way the boy had immediately sunk to his knees as soon as they were alone. Big blue eyes staring up at him as thin fingers molded to the generous tent at the front of James’ pants, a gorgeous blush blooming on pale cheeks as the boy had all but begged to suck him.
The first time James had come, it had been with a mouth around his cock and his teeth biting into a pale, thin wrist, blood blooming on his tongue only seconds before he finished. The wet spot on the front of the boy’s tight jeans told a story that had another shiver of pleasure running down his spine, another drop of cum forming at the tip of his plump head. A drop that was quickly, greedily licked away, almost sweetly, by the boy at his feet.
“Did you touch yourself?” He’d asked, brushing fingers through that blonde hair.
“No, sir,” the boy had answered, making no move to rise from his knees.
James should’ve known then that the boy would be trouble. Coming untouched from a cock in his mouth and a bite to the wrist, his sweet demeanor, the unreserved way he’d called James sir.
The second time he’d come, the boy was in his lap, letting James feed from his neck as he touched James’ cock almost shyly, those hesitant touches making him harder than the most expert handjob ever would. The boy’s orgasm had come from James’ own hand just minutes later.
It was after that second one, as they breathlessly kissed, that James had impulsively murmured, “Come home with me.”
He’d known then that he wanted more. And he’d had more, and more, and more. Every time, the boy was sweet almost to the point of innocence, and every time, he begged shamelessly, greedily, for James’ cock. Begged to taste and touch, begged to be fucked, and when he was given his heart’s desire, he offered himself up to be bitten. An offer that James had never, not even once, turned down.
He wasn’t sure how someone could be so innocent and so cockhungry at the same time, but this boy was, and it was a heady combination. An aphrodisiac.
James should be done by now. Should wake the boy and tell him to leave. But instead, he sat in a chair by the fire, naked, his cock half-hard with thoughts of the boy in his bed, and wondered how long he should let the little minx sleep before he woke him for another round.
As if he could sense James’ rising desire, the boy began to stir. He rolled onto his back, stretching and moaning as he slowly roused from sleep. When he realized he was alone, his eyes darted about the room almost frantically until they settled on James. The boy relaxed again as soon as their eyes met, a shy little smile curving his lips.
Those pretty blue eyes traveled down the length of James naked body, stopping only when they found his exposed cock, long and fat and only growing fatter under such sweet scrutiny.
James watched, just as captivated by the boy as the boy was by his cock, as a cute little tent appeared in the sheets above his lap. The boy’s cock was delicate and small, barely a handful, and James had played with it mercilessly as the boy had sucked him again just a few hours ago, before his plaything had fallen asleep.
“If you come,” he’d said, “I’ll make you stop sucking.”
It had been all the incentive the greedy little thing had needed to hold off his orgasm instead of giving into it, to let James play with that cute little cock as much as he desired. By the time he’d finally given in, allowed the boy to come, he’d been sobbing around James’ length, tears on his cheeks and his little cock sensitive to even the slightest touch.
It had been perfect, and seeing that little tent now, James wanted to do it again.
James was fully hard now, his cock huge and heavy between his legs. He spread his thighs a little wider, allowing the boy a full, unobstructed view of it. The move garnered the reaction that he thought it would. His pretty little thing shuddered, eyelashes fluttering, his features already slackening with pleasure, hazy eyes full of hunger.
“I’m hard again, boy,” James said, in a certain, domineering tone that he’d noticed his minx enjoyed.
A trembling breath left those pretty pink lips.
“Sir?” His boy asked, his voice light and sweet, submissive in a way that made James’ blood run hotter.
James took himself in hand, stroking his length slowly under the boy’s avid gaze. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought a wet spot might be growing at the peak of that little tent. He vowed then to taste it, to not let his boy come until James’ mouth was on him.
“Come here,” James ordered, in that same domineering tone.
The boy didn’t hesitate. He slipped easily from beneath the sheets, exposing his lithe body to James’ greedy gaze. That little cock, cute and pink, strained shamelessly from his body, not big or heavy enough to hang full between his legs, the way James’ did.
With quick, light steps, the boy was between his spread thighs, sinking down onto his knees, his eyes still glued to the object of his desire. He licked his lips again, gaze darting from James’ cock to his face and then back again, unable to help himself.
“Sir,” the boy said again, breathless and wanting. “Please?”
James smiled.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, still slowly stroking himself.
As he expected, another of those pretty blushes lit up his face. This boy hungered, but was shy about expressing it. It took a long moment, one where the conflict warred clearly on that pretty face, but just like James knew he would, the boy obeyed.
“I want to suck you,” he breathed out, those hungry eyes still trained on his cock. “I want--I want it in my mouth, sir. Please?”
It was James’ turn to shudder, such sweet entreaty hardening him almost to the point of pain, his balls aching and heavy. He cupped the back of the boy’s head with his free hand, guiding it toward his cock as he held it steady.
“Open those pretty lips, then,” he murmured, gratified when he was immediately obeyed.
He pushed gently past soft, plump lips, his cockhead greeted eagerly by a wet tongue. Almost immediately, the boy began to suckle, moaning softly as if this--a hard, fat cock in his mouth--were his own personal brand of nirvana.
James didn’t need to ask to know that it was. He’d seen the proof of it, again and again. In pursuit of a meal, he’d found himself a little cockslut, starving and neglected. A cockslut that had since gorged himself even more than James had, indulging in gluttony and would most likely continue to do so as long as he was allowed.
“That’s it, now,” he murmured, petting the boy indulgently. “Show me how hungry you are, baby boy, how much you want it. Suck it like a good little boy and maybe I’ll let you taste my come.”
The look of glassy-eyed worship he received in response told him how his words had affected the boy. He liked this, his little cockslut. Liked to be put on his knees, liked to be called a little boy and ordered about.
James liked it, too, perhaps a little too much.
Afterwards, when his cock was spent and his come painted those pretty lips, the boy utterly blissed out between his legs despite the fact that his little cock was still hard and neglected--after, the boy laid his head on James’ thigh, whining softly as he mouthed at the head of James’ cock, licking at it sweetly like a boy with his favorite treat, slim fingers idly fondling his balls. James ran fingers through his hair, still petting him, his chest warm with affection despite the fact that he barely knew the boy at all, didn’t know a thing about him beyond his sexual desires.
He would learn, though, he realized.
As he watched, the boy--no, Steve, he remembered, the boy had breathed his name into James’ mouth at that first kiss. James hadn’t used it, because he never did during such encounters, but he knew it. And from now on, he would use it. He would use it, and he would learn, because the thought of this ending, of inviting Steve into his lair and then inviting him to leave, never to be seen again, was absurd. Steve was here now, utterly at home in his lair, and here he would stay.
As he watched, Steve took the head of his cock back between his lips, suckling on it so tenderly, so sweetly, that the warmth in James’ chest grew. He hadn’t thought it possible, but if it were possible for someone to embody innocence while sucking on a cock, this boy did it perfectly.
“You’re mine now, I think,” he murmured to Steve, running his finger down a soft, smooth cheek.
His boy only suckled, blinking hazily up at him. He thought he saw an entreaty in those blue eyes, a bone-deep plea, as Steve slowly took more of him into his mouth. James had begun to harden, impossibly, again, unable to do anything else when his cock was given such sweet attention.
“Yes,” he said, allowing a smile to grace his lips, still stroking Steve’s cheek. Watching in rapt fascination as his pretty boy did nothing but indulge. “You’re mine, and I’m going to keep you.”
Steve only sighed dreamily, his eyes slipping closed as he began to suck in earnest, the soft, wet sounds of his ministrations filling the room.
The first time she ended up transporting slaves, she did so willingly by distancing herself from her cargo. She ended up having to throw a whole ship of slaves into the sea to drown, to save herself from the Orlesian Navy,
Left a really bad taste with her, an emotional scar, and she learned from it which is good, we love character growth. But she did do that, people died for the mistake.
Second time around she got tricked into doing it, set all the slaves free, and said a giant Fuck You to the guy who set her up. Character growth, she learned freedom for all is more important than supporting her free life.
5. Pre-serum Steve x Thor. The epitome of "kick his ass, baby, I got your flower!".
4. Cuddling where either of these 6ft+ beefcakes gets to have a turn as the little spoon. A solid eight hours of sleep with someone's arms around you to keep the weight on your shoulders at bay for a brief while can be very sexy.
3. Steve being reminded how it feels to be small again whenever he's with Thor. And liking it 👀
2. The two of them bonding over being outsiders to the modern world and forgetting their responsibilities as Avengers for a few hours as they just get to enjoy each other's company.
1. Mutual pining, but they don't want to be unfair to the other by asking too much of them. The feelings are requited, they're just a pair of noble idiots <3.
Peter with a smaller version of Bucky's Winter Soldier outfit, narrowed eyes as he watches everyone over his mask. (If Steve gets a boner seeing Peter in a muzzle, that's his business.)
Bucky gets to be Captain America and everyone who visits is confused as to why the Captain suddenly has long dark hair. He doesn't offer an explanation.
Steve in a skin-tight body suit is everyone's wet dream. The web design just emphasizes every curve and dip of his muscles. He's blushing under the mask from all the compliments and suggestive comments. And the tightness does not help him hide his reaction to Peter's costume at all.
Cue the roleplay that night where they keep the costumes on 🤪
I just got back from going to a new PCP and I have to say, I've never had a doctor actually sit down and listen to my concerns like this one. He didn't lecture me on why I need to lose weight. The most he said was making sure that I eat a balanced diet and exercise a few times a week can help manage mental health concerns. He was downright cooperative and it feels so good to actually have a doctor who listens to you.
Thor!! You're back! I missed you! Midgard really went to pot while you were gone, in case you hadn't noticed.
[ ϟ ]—– ‘ Aye, it seems you have gone the ways of stubborn children, at least... some of you. I turn my back for a fraction of a moment and you have been running amok. As resilient as your species is you are also equally difficult, and impossible to guide it seems. There is light at the end of this dark age, I can assure you, when things will be... un-potted again.’
