#promptedstarter

"What time is it...?"

Groggy and half-awake from what he remembered to be a long night of athletic sex, Steve drapes over Clint's mighty chest, his face pressed right into the curve of the other's shapely pecs. For someone otherwise completely normal, Clint's body almost matched his own in size; it made Steve feel like he cheated to get his or something. A silly though, but imposter syndrome never completely went away.

Scott always knew Kurt to be a flexible, agile thing, but this became abundantly clear the first they had sex. Compact and spritely, Scott had no trouble throwing him around and holding him up in all sorts of positions, which made the experience all the more fun. His long, prehensile tail was just an added bonus.

Steve didn't really expect to have such a friendly, casual relationship with Eddie —and Venom— when they first met. It just kinda happened, talking and getting close. And then they had sex for the first time. That was... it was an experience was was it was.

But the moments after were almost as good as the sex itself, maybe even better. Eddie was actually very loving and sweet when he wasn't turning into a big alien monster thing. And Venom itself? Also kind of a sweetie! Who would have known?

Even when not in his big green form, Bruce could still really deliver quite a fuck. Steve found that impressive. While he'd yet to have sex with that guy, he knew Bruce enough to recognize that behind the calm and cool demeanor laid an angry, pent-up fiend who needed to get his aggressions out from time to time.

And who would Steve be to deny him an outlet for that?"

Steve knew he shouldn't take advantage of his proteges like this. It was incredibly inappropriate, and an abuse of power, but...

Kate was so damned good at this. He really made a strong case for himself.

Steve never really though he'd ever be in a position like this with Loki of all people, but then again, these were desperate times. Desperate measures, all that. If getting on the God of Mischief's good side meant taking him to bed, well, it was a cost Steve had to accept.

He didn't like that it felt good, though.

Whenever Scott made the trek from Westchester —or, increasingly, Krakoa— he alway seemed to find time for Spider-Man. They didn't know one another very well, whoever this Spider-Man was, but damn if he didn't know how to suck a cock. It's like the seedy alleyway they usually met within enhanced his abilities... or maybe that was another one of this Spidey's powers.

It might have seemed creepy, but Steve liked watching Thor sleep. A man so imposing and large such as himself seemed to peaceful while unconscious. Almost made him seem small, even. It felt like a privilege to share a bed with Thor. Not many got a view like this — but then again, Cap wasn't like many.

He also can't help himself. Can't help getting handsy.