#superthundershield

[shieldedbythunder]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, DC Extended Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Man of Steel (2013) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Thor, Clark Kent/Steve Rogers, Clark Kent/Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers/Thor/Clark Kent Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Clark Kent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Polyamory, Threesome, Threesome - M/M/M, Birthday Sex, Spitroasting, Double Penetration, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Summary:

A guy's birthday only comes around once a year. Occasion enough for Steve to rope his boyfriends into trying something new. ***

An early birthday present for @leisurelypanda, I hope you enjoy it!! <3

[leisurelypanda]

Okay but imagine this Clark

high on adrenaline after a big fight, turning the tables and making both Thor and Steve worship him together. They're both insanely turned on by how mild-mannered, soft spoken Clark shifts so effortlessly into a more commanding Dom role, barking out orders like their only purpose is to bring him pleasure. Steve especially loves watching how Clark manhandles Thor so easily, bending him over to pound his ass til the Asgardian is sobbing to come, knowing he'll be getting the same again soon. Once it's all over, Clark immediately shifts back into his softer side to give them both aftercare and cuddle up with them, promising he'll take the orders next time (aka tomorrow morning when he wakes up to Thor and Steve's cocks pushing at his lips 😈)

Hhnnnnnggg yes yes yes YES!

I love this image so much. Like, Clark Kent would absolutely never treat his lovers like this normally. He's so sweet and polite and obedient, but sometimes, after a really difficult fight, he just can't submit until the adrenaline has gotten out of his system. He becomes as dominant towards Thor and Steve as he is submissive normally. They take it stride. Gods know that they have their own ways of dealing with the lingering adrenaline. It's also only after the worst of Clark's worst fights, so it's not like it happens every time he stops a robbery.

When he is like this, though, he fucks like a beast. It's incredible. No holds barred brutal fucking. He's got the strength that he normally holds back around his lovers and he lets it all out. He doesn't need to worry about hurting them and they all know it.

It lasts all night. By the end of it, Thor and Steve's jaws, asses, and whole bodies are sore and Clark is completely spent. As soon as it's over, he's back to being sweet and mild. They spend the rest of the night cuddling together. If they're on Asgard, a significant amount of that is spent in the royal bathhouse. Clark is loving and tender in his aftercare.

The next day, however, Steve and Thor are quick to remind him of how their relationship normally works. It's their turn to get off and Clark is all too willing to obey.

[shieldedbythunder]

Imagine this Clark Kent

With the mechanic!Steve and biker!Thor. Can you just imagine the amount of filthy fun the three of them would get up to?

👀👀👀

I would VERY much like a front row seat to that show.

Clark only meant to stop in town for a short while. Just long enough to get his car looked at and fixed up before moving on again. Since his dad died, he’s preferred to stay on the move, a little reluctant to put down roots and make connections again as he tries to figure himself out. But when he pulls up to the local mechanic’s and meets this man who nearly matches his build and height, blonde and bearded with kind blue eyes who introduces himself as Steve, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested. He doesn’t miss the look Steve gives him either, a leisurely up and down that sends a shiver up his spine.

Eventually, Steve surmises that car will need more repairs than initially thought, which means Clark will need a place to stay for the night. His questions about any local motels are immediately waved aside, as Steve offers the use of his spare bedroom. Clark would put up more of a fight, but it’s getting late and he’s exhausted, plus something in Steve’s eyes has him reluctant to refuse him anything he asks.

So he hauls his stuff up to Steve’s apartment above the garage, gratefully accepting the offer of a shower. Standing under the hot spray, he allows his thoughts to drift as the tension in his muscles loosens. Thinking back to the way the fabric of Steve’s t-shirt had stretched across him broad shoulders, his soft, plump lips, how nicely his ass had filled out his jeans when he was bent over the engine. Clark lets his hands wander as heat pools low in his stomach, tugging lazily on his cock as it begins to fill out and harden. He’s tempted, he won’t lie, for the first time in a long while.

When Clark steps out of the bathroom in a towel, Steve’s waiting outside with a t-shirt and sweatpants. He took the liberty of putting Clark’s clothes on for a wash, he explains, so Clark can borrow a few of his things until they’re done. Clark takes in Steve’s gaze as he hungrily tracks the course of a few stray water droplets through his chest hair, feels the energy crackling between them and makes a choice. He drops his towel in the same instant Steve drops the bundle of clothing, the two of them crashing together as their lips meet in a ravenous kiss.

They stumble back to the bedroom while wrapped around each other, leaving a trail of Steve’s clothes behind them as he eagerly maps out every inch of Clark’s body he can reach. Once they finally collapse on the bed, Clark wastes no time wrapping his lips around Steve’s cock, spread out flat on his belly as he grinds his own erection into the mattress. For the first time in years, he lets go of all his troubles and surrenders to his pleasure, savouring the taste, the sound of Steve’s moans as calloused hands thread through his hair to fuck deeper down his throat.

Only to be jolted out back to reality with a shock when he feels a second pair of hands spreading his ass open, a rough beard scratching the sensitive skin deliciously as an eager tongue licks a hot, wet stripe along his hole. He twists around to see another man dressed in leather, built like a god with golden hair falling around his broad shoulders, grinning back at him as he continues unashamedly groping at Clark’s ass. “My husband, Thor,” Steve admits sheepishly, watching the two of them with lust-darkened eyes, a flush spreading right down his chest. “We like to share.”

Part of Clark feels he maybe ought to be more shocked or outraged. But that doesn’t stop a grin big enough to match Thor’s from spreading across his face as he takes Steve into his mouth again, backing his ass into Thor’s face as that wicked tongue starts probing deeper and deeper. None of them get much sleep that night, and Clark finds he has no need for the spare room.

He ends up spending a thoroughly enjoyable week in town. Any moment Steve and Thor aren’t busy with the shop, the three of them can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, and there’s no limit to their imaginations or libidos as they fuck on any and every flat surface they can find, even spreading Steve out on his back on his favourite motorcycle as Clark and Thor take turns fucking him relentlessly. Eventually Clark goes on his way, but not without promising to return often, smiling to himself and feeling a little less alone than before as he watches Steve and Thor disappear in his rear view mirror.

[leisurelypanda]

Superthundershield Ambassador AU: Thor and Kal-El both have to sit in on a meeting between Odin and the Kryptonian emissaries that Steve’s managed to get out of. As the talks get underway and Kal settles in for a boring hour, he gets a shock when he feels fingers undoing his pants. Careful not to draw attention to himself, he checks under the table to find Steve crouched naked below, a wicked look in his eye as he pulls out Kal’s cock and starts stroking him until he’s hard.

A moment later, he notices Thor jolt ever so slightly next to him as he gets the same treatment, their eyes meeting with a mix of alarm and arousal. The next hour is spent in nerve-wracking ecstasy as Steve sucks them both off under the table, Kal and Thor miraculously staying silent when they finally coat Steve’s plump lips with their come, nobody around them any the wiser.

Fuuuuuuuuck

This hits just right today, lemme tell ya.

Kal and Thor going into the meeting and sitting together because they each have relatively little to say in this one. They're mostly just there to observe but they have to be there nonetheless. Neither of them wants to be there. There are a thousand things they'd rather be doing right now. They're also jealous that Steve managed to get out of the meeting, though neither of them knows exactly how he did it.

Kal has settled in, determined to endure this boring meeting when he feels it. Someone is touching his crotch. He glances over at Thor and realizes it isn't him. That's when he looks down and sees Steve kneeling between his legs. He just manages not to gasp as Steve pulls his cock out and starts to suck it. Steve is amazing at sucking cock and Kal just wants to moan. Obviously he can't, though, so he just tries to relax enough so he doesn't appear suspicious to anyone.

When Thor jerks in surprise, Kal knows exactly what's going on. He has to stop himself from grinning as it wouldn't be appropriate. Thor grips the arms of his chair tightly and forces a smile onto his face. Kal smiles sympathetically at him. Steve is jerking Kal's cock now and even that feels amazing.

Neither of them has any idea what's going on in the meeting. They can't pay attention to anything except what Steve is doing to them. Kal comes with complete silence about halfway through the meeting. Thor stiffens a few moments later and Kal can give a good guess as to what happened.

Later, after the meeting has concluded and Kal and Thor are finally able to get away. They find Steve lounging in the royal apartments as though nothing out of the ordinary happened. They take their time in getting their revenge on him.

[leisurelypanda]

Imagine Kal-El visiting Asgard as part of a diplomatic mission to strengthen ties with Krypton, and becoming friendly with Prince Thor and his consort Steve. One evening, Steve and Thor invite him to join them in the royal bathhouse to unwind. Kal's delighted to accept, happy that his mission's going well and he's fitting in. But when they arrive at the bathhouse, Steve and Thor take it upon themselves to undress him, running their hands over his body and exchanging heated kisses over Kal's shoulder as he stammers and blushes between them. The towel he tries to cinch around his waist whisked away, Kal lets himself be pulled deeper into the bathhouse, heart pounding with excitement at the look in Steve and Thor's eyes, all three cocks already hard and dripping in anticipation of what's to come. Imagine all the fun the three of them could get up to with a lavish bathhouse to themselves for the night...

Listen.

L I S T E N

I can't deal with this level of hotness. Omg this is amazing, I love it so much.

The Kal-El would step off the spaceship (because he has to keep up official appearances, let's be real) and sees a gorgeous blond about as big and muscular as he is. The prince of Asgard, Thor Odinson. Kal-El has heard of him, but they've never met. He wasn't expecting the prince to be so handsome.

His hopes are promptly dashed as Thor introduces his consort. This man has the strength and build of a soldier as well, but he's just a little bit shorter than Kal and Thor. Kal tries not to let his disappointment show. This is a diplomatic mission, after all, not a personal trip to look for a lover.

The mission goes well. Kal spends most of his days with Thor and Steve. The two of them are warm and hospitable hosts. Kal is immensely glad that he gets to spend his time with them rather than Odin. If he were actually in charge of the mission, he would probably spend it in conference rooms having meeting after meeting. Instead, he gets to go sightseeing with the handsome prince and his equally handsome consort.

One evening, after a perfectly boring diplomatic dinner at the palace, he receives a somewhat unusual invitation from his hosts. They invite him to the royal bathhouse. Most of the guest wing in the palace has simple, private bathrooms, as not every world is as open with their sexuality as Asgard tends to be.

He's not sure what to expect when he arrives. He's definitely not expecting for Thor and Steve to be standing there waiting for him. Naked. He's absolutely not expecting for them to take it upon themselves to undress him. He's not complaining, though.

Next thing he knows, Thor and Steve start kissing over his shoulder. It's the first time he's seen them make more than casual affectionate touch, but they're beautiful as they kiss deeply and passionately. He can tell how much they love each other. Slowly, he drops the towel he'd picked up. As soon as he does, Steve turns to him.

"We're so pleased you could join us tonight, Ambassador," Steve murmured. "We trust you'll enjoy your time in the royal baths."

Kal grins as he turns to Steve. The man kisses him gently and Kal returns it enthusiastically. The three of them stand there, kissing in the warm entryway to the bathhouse.

"Please," he says. "Call me Kal."

He doesn't even try to keep count of how many times the three of them came in the bathhouse before they moved to Thor and Steve's bed chambers. All he knows is that by the time the three of them fall asleep, it's the most restful night of sleep he's had in ages.

Also, the three of them need a fresh bath the next morning.

[shieldedbythunder]

Superthundershield where Ambassador Kal-El returns for a "diplomatic mission". It's the latest mission out of many he's made recently. There are some rumors that Thor and Steve are courting the handsome Ambassador from Krypton. Some see him as simply one who enjoys Asgard. Others are convinced that he's destined to become Steve's fellow consort for Thor.

What really ensues on this trip? Steve and Thor fucking his ass simultaneously. Steve below him, Thor above them. Both of them gripping his hips, sucking on his skin, and fucking into him with abandon. It drives him wild.

Godddd, YES. The power of this image...

The moment he disembarks from the ship, Kal knows Steve and Thor are planning something. They’re as warm and welcoming as ever, but all throughout his first evening, they keep sending each other sly looks and winks, cryptically mentioning a surprise later on whenever he questions their mischievous mood.

His heart beats a little faster when the usual invitation is delivered shortly after dinner. Steve and Thor are waiting for him when he arrives at the bathhouse, wearing nothing but matching lecherous smiles as per usual, and Kal’s grin quickly grows to match theirs as they move to undress him. Even after all this time, their little ritual leaves him breathless with anticipation, every kiss they pull him into heavy with promise. With every article of clothing Steve or Thor strip away, he moves further away from Kal-El, son of Jor-El with a thousand expectations weighing on his shoulder. Here, in Steve and Thor’s arms, he’s just Kal, to fuck and be fucked and know pleasure he hadn’t thought possible.

Finally, they’re all naked, the three of them sprawled out in one of the shallow hot baths as they lap and grope at every inch of each other they can reach. For quite a while, Kal finds himself bent over the edge of the pool, Steve and Thor probing his ass with eager fingers and tongues, but Kal’s not complaining; one of the biggest revelations he’s had since their liaisons began is how sensitive his ass is, the merest brush to his hole sending waves of arousal through every inch of his body. He could happily spend the whole night like this.

Still, when Steve lays himself out on the edge of the pool and slicks up his cock, Kal wastes no time crawling up his body, peppering each muscle with feather-light kisses before he’s face to face with Steve, positioning his ass for the beginning of the main event. Sinking down on Steve’s cock, joining his groans of pleasure as every inch fills him up, is nothing short of heavenly. He keeps his back arched to show everything off for Thor, knowing how the prince loves to sit back and pleasure himself to the sight of the two of them in the throes of passion.

But then he feels it. The thick, blunt head of Thor’s cock nudging at his already full hole. He freezes up, desire and nerves warring within him. Steve and Thor are quick to notice.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want,” Steve murmurs, soft and reassuring as his hands stroke up and down Kal’s sides, his eyes tender. “But we just want you to feel good. To be a part of us, you see?”

“You’ve become very dear to us both,” Thor says, lips tracing the shell of his ear, “and we want to share everything with you. The three of us joined together, mind, body, and soul.”

His heart overflowing, desire running hot through his veins, Kal can think of no answer. All he can do is turn his head to kiss Thor properly, one hand caressing Steve’s face as the other goes to Thor’s hip, guiding him forwards.

The feeling is indescribable. Either of them alone are a challenge, thick and long. The two of them together, fingers digging into his hips, forcing him open as they see-saw back and forth within him to keep a constant pressure on his prostate... Kal’s amazed he doesn’t come within the first few seconds. And judging by the low, hoarse cries Steve and Thor let out as they’re clenched together by his tight, hot ring of muscle, the feeling is mutual. 

Kal gives his hips an experimental roll, and the room echoes with the cries of ecstasy all three of them let out. Breathless and grinning, he lets Steve pull him down for another kiss as he and Thor set a punishing pace, like a pair of battering rams pounding into him. They’re in for quite a night, and they’ve barely even started, is the last giddy, coherent thought he has for a long while.

[shieldedbythunder]

So, a bit of a different twist this time. Steve and Thor making a diplomatic trip to Krypton to visit Kal. Kal showing them the sights of his home world, the three of them going on dates and being cute on Kal's world.

And then it's Kal's turn to invite them to his home. He doesn't have a royal apartment or bathhouse or anything, but he does have a huge shower, an enormous bed that's new and ready to be christened. Thor and Steve are all too happy to help him break it in.

Ooooooh, this is a nice twist, I love it!!

So Steve and Thor are pretty excited to be making this trip; it’s the first real contact between Asgard and Krypton, and everyone’s hopes are high for an alliance. Plus it’s their first official trip together since Steve married Thor and became his consort, so the two of them are looking forward to representing Asgard as a united front, and getting a bit of time to themselves between all the pomp and circumstance.

The Asgardian envoy is warmly welcomed upon their arrival on Krypton, with special congratulations offered to Prince Thor and his consort on their recent marriage. They’re told that their companion for their stay will be Kal-El, son of one of the most revered Kryptonian family lines, and for a moment they’re half afraid that they’ll be stuck with some stuffy old bore who’ll go on about the glory of his ancestry for the whole of their stay.

Neither of them expect the beautiful young man who steps out from the crowd, smiling as he bows his head in greeting. Tall and dark-haired, with piercing blue eyes and a striking jawline, and dressed in red and blue Kryptonian garb that leaves no aspect of his godlike physique to the imagination - the man would make a sculptor weep. And Steve and Thor would be lying if they said they weren’t interested in what they saw.

Over the next few days, any time they aren’t caught up in talks and dinners with the Kryptonian council is spent with Kal as he shows them around his homeworld, and they couldn’t ask for better company. Kal makes for a good host and guide, happy to answer any questions they may have about Kryptonian society, but never taking his role too seriously. On top of that, he’s a good man, humble and kind with no airs or graces, someone Steve and Thor could come to value as a true friend in time. And if either of them find their attention occasionally straying to how soft and plump his lips look, or how nicely the round swell of his ass fills out his pants... well. They’re only human. They’re open with each other about their desires towards Kal, but agree that they shouldn’t try and push him into something he might be uncomfortable with.

One day, the three of them return to the city dusty and sweaty after a long day’s hiking, needing to clean themselves off before another dinner. Kal’s quarters are closer than Steve and Thor’s, so they gladly accept his offer to freshen up there so they won’t be late. Kal’s rooms are pretty much exactly what they’ve come to expect from the man, simple and comfortable with no gaudy displays of wealth or power. The only exception is his bed; pristine enough that it must be new, and enticingly wide and soft, making Thor and Steve wish this dinner could be over already so they could get some proper rest.

“Make yourselves at home,” Kal tells them briskly, pulling off the top half of his suit as he heads over to where the bathrooms must be and tossing it to the floor. Not that it phases Steve and Thor much - it is his home, so he’s entitled to be a bit more casual here. Plus neither of them are complaining at the view of Kal’s strong back and shoulders.

They’re a bit more surprised, to say the least, when Kal does away with his pants too, bending over to reveal an ass to die for, the flex of pure muscle as he disappears into the bathroom rivalling anything they’ve imagined.

Steve and Thor share a look as the sound of running water drifts out the open door, utterly dumbstruck. But any hesitance they feel lasts all of five seconds as they give in to the urge to follow. The shower is larger and more luxurious than they expected (big enough to fit three comfortably, neither of them can help thinking), but that’s not their focus. Wreathed in the mist of the hot shower, Clark’s even more beautiful than they could have imagined, his thick cock curving proudly up towards his belly as he runs his hands over his body in long, sensuous strokes.

“Do you know how often I’ve imagined the two of you in here with me?” His eyes stay shut as he tips his head back into the spray, but Kal clearly knows he has an audience and is enjoying every moment of it. “How badly I’ve wanted to touch you, to taste you, and have you do the same to me?” His eyes finally open as he takes himself in hand, meeting Steve and Thor’s gaze with a look of wanton lust. “How many times I’ve painted my skin with my own come, wishing it was yours?”

Just as dinner is getting underway that evening, the Kryptonian hosts receive a message from Prince Thor apologising for his absence, as he and his husband have chosen to turn in early after a long day of travelling. Kal-El’s absence is also noted with some curiosity, but waved aside. The boy’s always been a bit lackadaisical with official events, no point in chasing him down if he’s decided he wants a break for a night.

Not that Thor and Steve get much rest. And not that Clark gets much of a break. Not until the first rays of sunlight creep through the windows, after hours of fondling, sucking and fucking each other senseless in every room of Kal’s quarters. But as the three of them lie together in a tangled, sticky mess in Kal’s thoroughly christened bed, they all agree that while regular visits will be needed in the future to maintain bonds, first contact between Asgard and Krypton has gone swimmingly.

[shieldedbythunder]

As youve begun this business with superthundershield, I'd like to propose that ship with pre-serum Steve. Maybe a college AU, where Steve is an art major and Thor and Clark are his models. Their fantastic bodies make for excellent studies in musculature and they spend the entire session shamelessly flirting and showing off to Steve. Afterwards, they escort Steve back to his apartment and he... invites them in for a warm drink. One thing leads to another, and then it's morning and breakfast time.

Ooooh, yes PLEASE! 😍

Clark and Thor first meet when they sign up for as models for the college’s art department. Clark needs all the extra income he can get, while Thor’s just doing it for a laugh after being dared by some of his friends. But despite the differences in their situations and backgrounds, they find they get along pretty well and complement each other nicely; Thor helps bring Clark out of his shell, while Clark keeps Thor’s more boisterous tendencies grounded. They hang out in their spare time, going to the gym and studying together, and just feel they’ve got a really solid friendship going. And if one of them happens to have a passing thought about how the other has a nice ass every now and then, that’s perfectly fine.

About halfway through the semester, life drawing and modelling finally rolls around, with Clark blushing every time Thor reminds him with a nudge and a wink. But when the rosters are sent out, they find there’s been a mix-up after somebody in the class switched majors, meaning they’ve both been assigned to the same student. It’s a bit strange, but they’re getting paid for it, and at least they’ll get to hang out for a few hours. But when a short, cute blonde guy with gorgeous blue eyes walks in and introduces himself as their artist, they both sit right up in their seats, instantly smitten.

Steve’s never had much time for dating or other extracurricular activities; coming to college on an art scholarship from a poor single-parent family, he’s used to keeping his head down and focused on his studies. So when he turns up to class for life drawing and finds he’s been given these two Adonises to sketch naked for the next three hours, he honestly wonders for a moment if he’s still asleep and dreaming.

But he knows this is purely for class, and they’re all expected to keep things professional and respectful. Besides, the last thing these guys need is some skinny nobody like him mooning over them. It’s a pity he doesn’t seem to notice the way they’re mooning over him, eagerly asking if there’s anything he needs before they start.

So he maintains his composure and tries to keep himself from blushing too badly - though he’s sorely tested when Clark and Thor drop their flannel robes simultaneously and he finds himself faced with two naked mountains of godlike muscle. Ignoring the envious looks he’s getting from his fellow students (with just a hint of smug satisfaction), he picks up his pad and gets to work as the models begin their first poses.

It’s a little quiet at first, despite the chatter around them. Just the scratch of Steve’s pencil. But then they start chatting, Clark and Thor asking Steve about himself, complimenting his art whenever they catch a glimpse of his drawing pad. Steve finds them both surprisingly easy to talk to, having grown used to not having many friends, and Clark and Thor are utterly charmed by Steve’s kind and humble nature.

At first, Steve thinks he might be imagining it. But the longer their session goes on, the more he realises Thor and Clark are flirting with him, sending him coy smiles and looks between compliments, competing for his attention. Their poses slowly take on a provocative edge as they move closer and start winding their bodies around each other. Steve finds his attention to detail going into overdrive as he lovingly renders each muscle, laughing and joking with them all the while. He can’t remember the last time he had such a fun class, even with his heart fluttering every now and then as he catches Thor or Clark’s eye.

But eventually, the class comes to an end, and Steve regretfully packs away his things as the other two disappear to get changed. But he gets another surprise when he leaves the building to find Clark and Thor waiting outside for him, twin expressions of bashful hope on their faces as they offer to walk him home before it gets too dark. Flushed and flattered, Steve accepts the offer, and the three of them pick up where they left off as they set off. All too soon, they reach Steve’s tiny apartment and are about to part ways, when Steve plucks up his courage and asks them in. It’s a cold night, he says, and they might like something hot to drink before they head off.

The offered coffee doesn’t come up again until well into the next morning. But Steve finds he doesn’t much care as he settles at the table for a late breakfast, far too preoccupied with other things. It could be the smile he gets every time he sees of the trail of clothing leading from the front door to his bedroom. Or the deep, satisfying ache in his ass every time he moves. Or the sight of the two men who seem to fill the entire apartment, Clark seated across from him in a comically undersized robe and Thor sprawled naked across the sagging sofa as he channel-surfs, and how it already feels like they’ve always been around, a part of his home.

But sometimes, Steve reasons as he hoists himself up on the table and stretches out on his back, his head dangling over one end and level with Clark’s waiting cock as Thor sucks him off at the other, it’s best not to think too hard about these things.

[shieldedbythunder]

I think my favorite thing about superthundershield is the idea of Thor and Clark in matching flannel shirts with their sleeves rolled up. And Steve having plenty of shirts and sweaters to wear. Both Clark and Thor find their clothes mysteriously missing as they end up in Steve's ever increasing wardrobe. He goes around the apartment in a mix of both their clothes, especially in the winter. No matter what either of them say, they can never dissuade him from taking their clothes.

Awww, this is so cute!! I absolutely love the idea of Steve stealing clothes from his boyfriends  and keeping himself cozy. I imagine he isn’t too fond of chills after coming out of the ice, so he’ll usually grab whatever’s lying around to keep himself warm. Even when it isn’t cold, he’ll still steal a few shirts or sweaters just to have the scent of Thor or Clark close during the day. They’ve both given up trying to dissuade the habit at this point; no matter how many times he promises he’s done, it’s just an unconscious habit for Steve by now, and they both find it pretty cute. They also may or may not have a running tally on who has more clothing in Steve’s wardrobe ��.

Also yes PLEASE to Clark and Thor in flannel shirts. I can only imagine the strain the buttons would be under as they’re stretched across those chests 😍😂

[shieldedbythunder]

Okay, but concept: Steve getting up early to do yoga, but one morning, he does it a little later than usual and with skin tight clothing that's ever so slightly too small, so that his shirt rides up or his pants slide a bit down as he moves through the positions. Clark and Thor wake up to him shifting from one position to another, his skin glistening faintly with sweat, and his yoga pants hugging his ass beautifully. They help him cool down when he's done.

NICE 😍😍😍.

Steve’s only recently gotten into yoga, but after some initial trepidation, he finds himself enjoying it. It helps to centre him for the coming day, to focus on himself in the here and now when necessary, plus it keeps him nice and limber for some of his more acrobatic moves out in the field. Thor and Clark usually have little interest in his morning routine beyond grumbling playfully when he extracts himself from their arms at an ungodly hour, but Steve doesn’t mind having a quiet hour to himself.

One morning, Steve gets up and starts things a little later than usual. Thor’s the first to wake up, blinking blearily as he focuses on the figure at the far end of the room. Steve’s got his mat set up in front of the floor to ceiling windows, looking out over the city and the sunrise as he goes through the different positions, golden light dancing across his body. And while Thor’s as taken as ever with the grace Steve can move with sometimes, he finds himself focusing on other things: a trickle of sweat running down the pulse point in Steve’s neck before disappearing into his chest; the way the tightly corded muscles in his arms shift to support his weight; how the shorts he wears cling to each cheek of that perfect ass like a second skin. 

It’s not until he hears Clark’s breathing grow heavier that he realises that 1) he’s not the only one who awake and interested in the show, and 2) he’s been unconsciously grinding his erection into Clark’s ass. Clark himself twists around and smirks suggestively as he pushes back - he’s in his customary sweatpants while Thor’s nude as always. With only a shared look, they both rise from bed and pad over to their quarry.

Moving into downward dog position, Steve’s so in the zone that he’s a bit startled when he feels hands at his hips, holding him in place. But his surprise quickly turns to playful lust as he feels a hard, hefty cock resting in the cleft of his ass. Thor’s cock - he knows the difference in his boyfriends’ lengths and girths. A pair of bare feet come into his vision in front of him, and Steve’s smile only grows wider as Clark wishes him good morning in a voice that’s husky with sleep and desire. They’re sorry to disturb him, Thor murmurs from behind him, they really are, but Steve was doing so beautifully that they thought they might as well see what the fuss was about and ask for a demonstration.

His routine gets a little less varied from there on out. Pretty much limited to moving from downward dog to upward dog, alternating between grinding his ass into Thor’s crotch and mouthing at Clark’s cock through his sweatpants, thrilling at the gasps and moans he pulls from them both. But finally, he brings his session to an end and lets himself be dragged into the bathroom, where he’s stripped down and made to further demonstrate his flexibility while crammed in between Clark and Thor in their shower.

[carelessannie]

PLEASE I’m desperate for more of this all the time. I love thinking that the three of them are all delegates or teammates, but also love the idea of Thor and Kal being gods, with Steve— a mere human— brought in to service them during the meetings.

Absolutely delicious.

Superthundershield Ambassador AU: Thor and Kal-El both have to sit in on a meeting between Odin and the Kryptonian emissaries that Steve’s managed to get out of. As the talks get underway and Kal settles in for a boring hour, he gets a shock when he feels fingers undoing his pants. Careful not to draw attention to himself, he checks under the table to find Steve crouched naked below, a wicked look in his eye as he pulls out Kal’s cock and starts stroking him until he’s hard.

A moment later, he notices Thor jolt ever so slightly next to him as he gets the same treatment, their eyes meeting with a mix of alarm and arousal. The next hour is spent in nerve-wracking ecstasy as Steve sucks them both off under the table, Kal and Thor miraculously staying silent when they finally coat Steve’s plump lips with their come, nobody around them any the wiser.

Fuuuuuuuuck

This hits just right today, lemme tell ya.

Kal and Thor going into the meeting and sitting together because they each have relatively little to say in this one. They're mostly just there to observe but they have to be there nonetheless. Neither of them wants to be there. There are a thousand things they'd rather be doing right now. They're also jealous that Steve managed to get out of the meeting, though neither of them knows exactly how he did it.

Kal has settled in, determined to endure this boring meeting when he feels it. Someone is touching his crotch. He glances over at Thor and realizes it isn't him. That's when he looks down and sees Steve kneeling between his legs. He just manages not to gasp as Steve pulls his cock out and starts to suck it. Steve is amazing at sucking cock and Kal just wants to moan. Obviously he can't, though, so he just tries to relax enough so he doesn't appear suspicious to anyone.

When Thor jerks in surprise, Kal knows exactly what's going on. He has to stop himself from grinning as it wouldn't be appropriate. Thor grips the arms of his chair tightly and forces a smile onto his face. Kal smiles sympathetically at him. Steve is jerking Kal's cock now and even that feels amazing.

Neither of them has any idea what's going on in the meeting. They can't pay attention to anything except what Steve is doing to them. Kal comes with complete silence about halfway through the meeting. Thor stiffens a few moments later and Kal can give a good guess as to what happened.

Later, after the meeting has concluded and Kal and Thor are finally able to get away. They find Steve lounging in the royal apartments as though nothing out of the ordinary happened. They take their time in getting their revenge on him.

[leisurelypanda]

This entire concept is just amazing, I wish someone would write a whole fic of this! I just wanna read all about it!

Superthundershield where Ambassador Kal-El returns for a "diplomatic mission". It's the latest mission out of many he's made recently. There are some rumors that Thor and Steve are courting the handsome Ambassador from Krypton. Some see him as simply one who enjoys Asgard. Others are convinced that he's destined to become Steve's fellow consort for Thor.

What really ensues on this trip? Steve and Thor fucking his ass simultaneously. Steve below him, Thor above them. Both of them gripping his hips, sucking on his skin, and fucking into him with abandon. It drives him wild.

Godddd, YES. The power of this image...

The moment he disembarks from the ship, Kal knows Steve and Thor are planning something. They’re as warm and welcoming as ever, but all throughout his first evening, they keep sending each other sly looks and winks, cryptically mentioning a surprise later on whenever he questions their mischievous mood.

His heart beats a little faster when the usual invitation is delivered shortly after dinner. Steve and Thor are waiting for him when he arrives at the bathhouse, wearing nothing but matching lecherous smiles as per usual, and Kal’s grin quickly grows to match theirs as they move to undress him. Even after all this time, their little ritual leaves him breathless with anticipation, every kiss they pull him into heavy with promise. With every article of clothing Steve or Thor strip away, he moves further away from Kal-El, son of Jor-El with a thousand expectations weighing on his shoulder. Here, in Steve and Thor’s arms, he’s just Kal, to fuck and be fucked and know pleasure he hadn’t thought possible.

Finally, they’re all naked, the three of them sprawled out in one of the shallow hot baths as they lap and grope at every inch of each other they can reach. For quite a while, Kal finds himself bent over the edge of the pool, Steve and Thor probing his ass with eager fingers and tongues, but Kal’s not complaining; one of the biggest revelations he’s had since their liaisons began is how sensitive his ass is, the merest brush to his hole sending waves of arousal through every inch of his body. He could happily spend the whole night like this.

Still, when Steve lays himself out on the edge of the pool and slicks up his cock, Kal wastes no time crawling up his body, peppering each muscle with feather-light kisses before he’s face to face with Steve, positioning his ass for the beginning of the main event. Sinking down on Steve’s cock, joining his groans of pleasure as every inch fills him up, is nothing short of heavenly. He keeps his back arched to show everything off for Thor, knowing how the prince loves to sit back and pleasure himself to the sight of the two of them in the throes of passion.

But then he feels it. The thick, blunt head of Thor’s cock nudging at his already full hole. He freezes up, desire and nerves warring within him. Steve and Thor are quick to notice.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want,” Steve murmurs, soft and reassuring as his hands stroke up and down Kal’s sides, his eyes tender. “But we just want you to feel good. To be a part of us, you see?”

“You’ve become very dear to us both,” Thor says, lips tracing the shell of his ear, “and we want to share everything with you. The three of us joined together, mind, body, and soul.”

His heart overflowing, desire running hot through his veins, Kal can think of no answer. All he can do is turn his head to kiss Thor properly, one hand caressing Steve’s face as the other goes to Thor’s hip, guiding him forwards.

The feeling is indescribable. Either of them alone are a challenge, thick and long. The two of them together, fingers digging into his hips, forcing him open as they see-saw back and forth within him to keep a constant pressure on his prostate... Kal’s amazed he doesn’t come within the first few seconds. And judging by the low, hoarse cries Steve and Thor let out as they’re clenched together by his tight, hot ring of muscle, the feeling is mutual. 

Kal gives his hips an experimental roll, and the room echoes with the cries of ecstasy all three of them let out. Breathless and grinning, he lets Steve pull him down for another kiss as he and Thor set a punishing pace, like a pair of battering rams pounding into him. They’re in for quite a night, and they’ve barely even started, is the last giddy, coherent thought he has for a long while.

[shieldedbythunder]

Needless to say, Prince Thor manages to find plenty of excuses for Kal-El to return to Asgard once the diplomatic trip is concluded. The real reason for Asgard and Krypton’s strong ties soon becomes an open secret, eyebrows raised knowingly whenever the Son of El is expected for another visit.

Not that Kal cares much for what people think. In the misty, shimmering heat of the bathhouse, there’s not much room in his head for anything beyond sensations. All that matters is the burning trails Steve and Thor’s hands and lips leave across his body, spreading him out on his back at the edge of one of the hot springs to lick him open. The sweet, burning stretch of Thor’s cock, thick and long enough to set his eyes rolling into the back of his head as it pushes into him, forcing him deeper into Steve until his hips rest snugly against that plush, firm ass. It’s heavenly, to say the least. Beyond all the dreams he’s had since his last visit.

“You know, husband,” Thor murmurs, his voice rich and dark beneath the slap, slap, slap of water and flesh as he starts churning his hips into Kal’s more forcefully, “I think we might be able to work out those kinks in our Kryptonian trade route agreements after all. But we may be here all night, just to be sure.”

“That sounds... excellent,” Steve manages to huff out, the breath forced out of his lungs with every thrust. “You can’t rush negotiations like these, after all. What do you say to an extended stay, Kal?”

All Kal can do is let out a breathless laugh, the feeling of being home at last in the arms of these beautiful men blooming warm in his heart. “You know me, Your Highnesses. Anything in the name of peace.”

Imagine Kal-El visiting Asgard as part of a diplomatic mission to strengthen ties with Krypton, and becoming friendly with Prince Thor and his consort Steve. One evening, Steve and Thor invite him to join them in the royal bathhouse to unwind. Kal's delighted to accept, happy that his mission's going well and he's fitting in. But when they arrive at the bathhouse, Steve and Thor take it upon themselves to undress him, running their hands over his body and exchanging heated kisses over Kal's shoulder as he stammers and blushes between them. The towel he tries to cinch around his waist whisked away, Kal lets himself be pulled deeper into the bathhouse, heart pounding with excitement at the look in Steve and Thor's eyes, all three cocks already hard and dripping in anticipation of what's to come. Imagine all the fun the three of them could get up to with a lavish bathhouse to themselves for the night...

Listen.

L I S T E N

I can't deal with this level of hotness. Omg this is amazing, I love it so much.

The Kal-El would step off the spaceship (because he has to keep up official appearances, let's be real) and sees a gorgeous blond about as big and muscular as he is. The prince of Asgard, Thor Odinson. Kal-El has heard of him, but they've never met. He wasn't expecting the prince to be so handsome.

His hopes are promptly dashed as Thor introduces his consort. This man has the strength and build of a soldier as well, but he's just a little bit shorter than Kal and Thor. Kal tries not to let his disappointment show. This is a diplomatic mission, after all, not a personal trip to look for a lover.

The mission goes well. Kal spends most of his days with Thor and Steve. The two of them are warm and hospitable hosts. Kal is immensely glad that he gets to spend his time with them rather than Odin. If he were actually in charge of the mission, he would probably spend it in conference rooms having meeting after meeting. Instead, he gets to go sightseeing with the handsome prince and his equally handsome consort.

One evening, after a perfectly boring diplomatic dinner at the palace, he receives a somewhat unusual invitation from his hosts. They invite him to the royal bathhouse. Most of the guest wing in the palace has simple, private bathrooms, as not every world is as open with their sexuality as Asgard tends to be.

He's not sure what to expect when he arrives. He's definitely not expecting for Thor and Steve to be standing there waiting for him. Naked. He's absolutely not expecting for them to take it upon themselves to undress him. He's not complaining, though.

Next thing he knows, Thor and Steve start kissing over his shoulder. It's the first time he's seen them make more than casual affectionate touch, but they're beautiful as they kiss deeply and passionately. He can tell how much they love each other. Slowly, he drops the towel he'd picked up. As soon as he does, Steve turns to him.

"We're so pleased you could join us tonight, Ambassador," Steve murmured. "We trust you'll enjoy your time in the royal baths."

Kal grins as he turns to Steve. The man kisses him gently and Kal returns it enthusiastically. The three of them stand there, kissing in the warm entryway to the bathhouse.

"Please," he says. "Call me Kal."

He doesn't even try to keep count of how many times the three of them came in the bathhouse before they moved to Thor and Steve's bed chambers. All he knows is that by the time the three of them fall asleep, it's the most restful night of sleep he's had in ages.

Also, the three of them need a fresh bath the next morning.

[leisurelypanda]

It's such a shame Chris Hemsworth lives in a warm climate where flannel shirts are impractical. Someone should really cast him in some lumberjack movie so we could get to see him in flannel and have plenty of scenes of him in such attire.

I think my favorite thing about superthundershield is the idea of Thor and Clark in matching flannel shirts with their sleeves rolled up. And Steve having plenty of shirts and sweaters to wear. Both Clark and Thor find their clothes mysteriously missing as they end up in Steve's ever increasing wardrobe. He goes around the apartment in a mix of both their clothes, especially in the winter. No matter what either of them say, they can never dissuade him from taking their clothes.

Awww, this is so cute!! I absolutely love the idea of Steve stealing clothes from his boyfriends  and keeping himself cozy. I imagine he isn’t too fond of chills after coming out of the ice, so he’ll usually grab whatever’s lying around to keep himself warm. Even when it isn’t cold, he’ll still steal a few shirts or sweaters just to have the scent of Thor or Clark close during the day. They’ve both given up trying to dissuade the habit at this point; no matter how many times he promises he’s done, it’s just an unconscious habit for Steve by now, and they both find it pretty cute. They also may or may not have a running tally on who has more clothing in Steve’s wardrobe 😉.

Also yes PLEASE to Clark and Thor in flannel shirts. I can only imagine the strain the buttons would be under as they’re stretched across those chests 😍😂

[leisurelypanda]

Those three would never be on time for anything. They'd be too busy fucking each other all the time. It would be amazing that they hadn't brought the tower down with it!

Okay, but concept: Steve getting up early to do yoga, but one morning, he does it a little later than usual and with skin tight clothing that's ever so slightly too small, so that his shirt rides up or his pants slide a bit down as he moves through the positions. Clark and Thor wake up to him shifting from one position to another, his skin glistening faintly with sweat, and his yoga pants hugging his ass beautifully. They help him cool down when he's done.

NICE 😍😍😍.

Steve’s only recently gotten into yoga, but after some initial trepidation, he finds himself enjoying it. It helps to centre him for the coming day, to focus on himself in the here and now when necessary, plus it keeps him nice and limber for some of his more acrobatic moves out in the field. Thor and Clark usually have little interest in his morning routine beyond grumbling playfully when he extracts himself from their arms at an ungodly hour, but Steve doesn’t mind having a quiet hour to himself.

One morning, Steve gets up and starts things a little later than usual. Thor’s the first to wake up, blinking blearily as he focuses on the figure at the far end of the room. Steve’s got his mat set up in front of the floor to ceiling windows, looking out over the city and the sunrise as he goes through the different positions, golden light dancing across his body. And while Thor’s as taken as ever with the grace Steve can move with sometimes, he finds himself focusing on other things: a trickle of sweat running down the pulse point in Steve’s neck before disappearing into his chest; the way the tightly corded muscles in his arms shift to support his weight; how the shorts he wears cling to each cheek of that perfect ass like a second skin. 

It’s not until he hears Clark’s breathing grow heavier that he realises that 1) he’s not the only one who awake and interested in the show, and 2) he’s been unconsciously grinding his erection into Clark’s ass. Clark himself twists around and smirks suggestively as he pushes back - he’s in his customary sweatpants while Thor’s nude as always. With only a shared look, they both rise from bed and pad over to their quarry.

Moving into downward dog position, Steve’s so in the zone that he’s a bit startled when he feels hands at his hips, holding him in place. But his surprise quickly turns to playful lust as he feels a hard, hefty cock resting in the cleft of his ass. Thor’s cock - he knows the difference in his boyfriends’ lengths and girths. A pair of bare feet come into his vision in front of him, and Steve’s smile only grows wider as Clark wishes him good morning in a voice that’s husky with sleep and desire. They’re sorry to disturb him, Thor murmurs from behind him, they really are, but Steve was doing so beautifully that they thought they might as well see what the fuss was about and ask for a demonstration.

His routine gets a little less varied from there on out. Pretty much limited to moving from downward dog to upward dog, alternating between grinding his ass into Thor’s crotch and mouthing at Clark’s cock through his sweatpants, thrilling at the gasps and moans he pulls from them both. But finally, he brings his session to an end and lets himself be dragged into the bathroom, where he’s stripped down and made to further demonstrate his flexibility while crammed in between Clark and Thor in their shower.