Men of Marvel

Hello friends! As it keeps happening, work has gotten me very busy lately with projects and what not (god forbid that a man gets to rest, am I right). This has meant that all replies and starters has been on the back burner for over a week and for that, I apologize. I don't want anyone to think they have been forgotten or ignored because you haven't. If you think I might have missed a reply or if you have a starter that you really think I should reply to, please IM me! I swear I don't bite.

He was anything but shy right now, and it made Uma feel freer, too. She could have the whole conversation about how she doesn't do this, sleep with random guys on parties, but there was something in him that she saw right away and decided to pursue it. Uma moaned into their heated, messy kiss as his hands explored her body, caressing her breasts and making her back arch more into him, needing more of his touch. "I want you... I need you so bad, Peter."she breathed out in a whisper, her knees bending and letting him more access to make himself comfortable between her legs. "I'm so fucking wet."she huffed, and chuckled softly, it was such a silly sentence.

Peter should have been more hesitant than he actually was, but that was Uma's doing. She practically made him feel very much at ease. Making him feel desired was the way to his heart and he did not even hesitate to find room between her legs. Yet as soon as she said what she believed to be a silly sentence, he knew that was it for him. Without hesitation, he forced his cock inside of her. Like he had something to prove. Almost as if he wanted to convince her that she had made the right choice in picking him. "F-fuck..." He mumbled against her, burying himself inside of her slowly. Good thing he had locked the door.

Her approval helped to boost his confidence. Bob really was not insecure, but he was definitely the more nervous type around strangers. Those who knew him often considered him to be sort of chill. Yet the tension in the room helped to make him tense. But he did not disrupt their kiss. It deepened, growing more bold. More daring. Just like his hands. Bob's hands slowly found their way onto her body, slowly tracing a path across it as he felt her up. Perhaps he was crossing a boundary, but it was hard not to when she was so close to him. She was visibly arousing him and he knew exactly what he wanted. More.

Zaria let out a sharp gasp as his hand around her throat tightened, the grin on her lips wide even though she struggled to breathe in properly. It was obvious from all of their previous endeavors just how much she loved being used by him, held down, controlled. She gave in easily, and Zaria knew he adored her for it. As he forced his cock inside of her, he slipped in with ease with how wet she was, but he was big and went so deep, it made her arch into him and let out a loud moan. There was no time to get used to him, no, he went in fast and rough, and with how firm his hold on her was she couldn't move for the life of it. Zaria was maning, groaning, crying out, she could swear the bed under them was swaying from the force of his thrusts. And of course he loved it when she begged, and Zaria was happy to deliver. Her hand clasped around the wrist of his that kept a hold on her throat, not to push it away but to keep it in place. "Fuck, baby... Harder, please! Claim me, I'm all yours --- please, please, you're so fucking good!"she cried out through the moans, her body trembling from the intensity of him fucking her into the bed.

No matter how unsafe this might appear, she had never been in safer hands. Their rough play was something that had become a part of their relationship. They were both attuned to the other, even though Marc was quick to prompt her. He needed to hear her beg. Especially with his hand around her throat, adding additional pressure now and then. Not enough to disrupt her speech, however. He could not get enough of it. "That's fucking right, Zaria. You are mine and you will let yourself be used like the little slut you are." If his words were not forceful enough, his rough thrusts made another point. His thick cock scraped deliciously against her tight walls, struggling to fit but eagerly throbbing. She was going to be trouble out there, he knew it. But it would be worth it just for a chance to keep using her. The entire room seemed to be dominated by how she was being used right now and that's the way it should always be. She needed to remind him just why he let her stick around.

Clio's gaze immediately fell to his hands undoing his jeans, while her chest heaved up and down, unable to control her breathing as she was getting more turned on with each passing second. Bucky was quick to pull down his jeans and underwear, releasing his cock from its confinement and making her gasp and the sheer size of it, and by the looks of it he wasn't fully hard yet. Damn, he really meant it when he said he's about to ruin her for any other man. "You better keep up your promise, because I hate liars."she hummed, her skin crawling with goosebumps with all the excitement that rushed through her. Pulling herself closer to him, Clio grabbed onto his neck and pulled him towards her for a heated kiss, all while her hand found it's way to his cock, her hand felt so small compared to his girth, and she began stroking him, wanting him fully hard and ready to destroy her. "You're so big, baby... you're every womans dream."she teased against his lips as she moaned.

"I never was much of a liar." That's why he did not even bother to speak as an assassin. He was known as being a silent killer, but he was far from silent in that moment. The more she teased him, the more she captured his imagination. The feel of her hand wrapped around his cock was enough stimulate his arousal, their lips adding their own touch to the moment. She was certainly not going to disappoint him. "It's all for you, Clio. As a way to pay for all that time spent here." He owed her. That much was true, and while he knew she would never accept money, she could at least accept a mind-blowing fuck. "I know you've been dreaming about it, haven't you?" Bucky continued, teasing her about her own frustration. It was obvious that it had been quite some time for the two of them.

Filipa bit into the bottom of her lip as he undid the zipper of her dress, and with a light shake of her shoulders, she helped him get it down her arms with the material pooling around her feet. She was left in front of him in just her panties, and goosebumps covered her skin, with her breathing hitching once his hands began exploring up her body, touching her curves, while her own rubbed along his firm chest. "And you should have told me you were packing those muscles under that suit and tie."she joked right back with him. Filipa kissed him again, this time not letting the nerves take over and actually deepening their kiss, with her large breasts pressing against him as a soft moan escaped her. "Should we, uh, take this to the bedroom? The dinner can wait."Filipa murmured between the kisses, her appetite changing its focus completely onto the handsome lawyer.

For all their very depressing conversations, he had always wanted to see the more playful side of Filipa. She did not disappoint. Her playful comments were one thing, but feeling her body against his, especially with her large breasts pressed up against him, that was something that fed his fantasies. He might not be able to see her, but feeling her gave him more than image of what she might look like. "Dinner can wait." He waited for her to lead the way to her bedroom, seemingly impossible to break their kiss in the heat of the moment. Yet once they did, and she led him there, he knew this could only lead to one thing. "Describe your body to me, Filipa." He would obviously get his own image through touching her, but he wanted to hear it from her.

With his help, his shirt was off and flying across the room, letting her hands ran across his torso. And damn, he was definitely working out, and a lot, from what she could feel. Looks like the shy guy next door was hiding a lot under all of those clothes, it only made her more excited to get him naked. Uma's breathing was heavy, and she used his eagerness to get her out of her clothes too - unzipping her skirt, she let him pull it down her legs, while she pulled the blouse over her head. Uma didn't hesitate to unclasp her bra as well, and swiftly got it down her arms and tossed it aside. "Come back here."Uma moaned needily as she grabbed him by the face and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

It was all a frantic display. Clothes came off, flung in all sorts of directions as they both tried to make this happen. It was not as easy as one might think, especially since Peter kept a close eye on the fact that he did not want to make a fool out of himself. But once it was all off, it felt good. His heart was racing. His eyes took in the brief views of her body that she offered before they once again met in a heated kiss. His hands, however, took over. He eagerly felt her exposed hips, slowly trailing them up towards her breasts that he so eagerly caressed. Not so shy now, huh?