"I have a routine that works for me. Or maybe it's just good genetics," she teased, not entirely wrong. She put in the work and effort, but she was always going to be predisposed to being just that little bit... fitter. Not really a hardship in Kara's eyes, though she hoped he didn't press too hard. Besides, Peter seemed far stronger and more chiselled than she had believed. Hardly like she thought him unfit or unhealthy, but if she were to go with stereotypical groupings, it wasn't like fit into the 'gym-bro' or 'jock' category, right? That was her own fault. Never judge a book by its cover. She felt a fire at his ever touch, not needing heightened senses to feel every little movement of his fingers over her bare skin. One stroke down her back and she shivered into their kiss. Her hands had been planted firmly on his shoulders as she made out with him, but Kara's hand soon moved round and took grip in his hair. A part of her didn't want to get... too... carried away. This was work. And you had to keep your work life and professional life separate. But all the same, the longer she spent on his lap the more she wanted him. The way he so easily lifted her onto his desk, at least partly, surprised her. She wasn't overweight, but she wasn't the tiniest thing either. Definitely not lighter than air. But there was no time to focus on that when his hands were still roaming.

Her clothes were gone in almost a flash. There was little time to react. ...Sure, she could have stopped him. But she didn't. Kara could argue with herself that she shouldn't be doing this and she needed to be professional but in this moment she couldn't resist her boss. She simply wanted only him and though there was a risk of getting caught (sure curtains were closed, the door was closed, but you could never tell), Kara didn't want to pull away. Again, he was at her side in the blink of an eye. Not a chance did she want to stop him - but fuck, her head fell back with a soft cry as he practically buried her tongue inside her. His explorations just heightened her senses even further, another softer cry dripping from her lips - alongside his name, a quiet, drawn-out moan. "Peter, please--" She didn't want to be too noisy, trying her best to stifle moans and cries. But he was good, and she wanted him, and so it was just tough, so tough to not let loose. But Kara was better than that. Her hand went to his head again, running through his hair gently before a tremble in her body caused her to take a grip of his hair (gently, gently). This was definitely not the sort of workplace experience she had been expecting, and oh god not time to be thinking of work place protocols and procedures. His name slipped from her lips once again, her free hand gripping the edge of the desk.

Kara's demeanor was always so upbeat and positive, and a part of Peter actually felt bad that they were doing what they were doing in his office. He'd never actually been the boss of anything before let alone his whole entire company. This was supposed to be a shared endeavor between both himself and Harry, but now that his best friend was back to being stuck in a coma for who knows how long, Peter wanted to do the right thing and get this place back up and running, even if they didn't have Norman Osborn's financial backing anymore. The loans were going to kill him in the short term, but if everyone's experiments panned out and showed great promise towards making the world a better place to live environmentally, then more socialites, more science organizations and others would take notice and start lending more funds to the EMF Foundation as they grew. The possibilities of it all completely excited Peter, but how could he even think of that right now when arguably his best employee overall, Kara Danvers, was in his lap making out with him thanks to their shared attraction? Her touch made the hairs on his body stand up like a private at full attention, and her lips were firm yet feathery enough to help you get a good night's sleep; that was how good they felt in a nutshell. She was completely topless and shirtless as was he, and his hands roamed her back in hunger, so much desire coursing through their veins as their tongues continued to battle one another for the right to taste the other even more, and damn if Kara seemed much stronger than he initially thought she was! "Gotta say, that morning yoga must do wonders for some of your muscles there Kara," he remarked, his hands roaming upwards and pushing straight through all of her blonde hair.

His hands roamed down south after, reaching for the belt and quickly undoing her pants, along with the button followed by the zipper. There was sheer eagerness to get to third base, and while the two of them had completely made out endlessly and their tops were completely removed, the spider hormones that surged through Peter's body were absolutely ready to take things to the next level, and it seemed like Kara's body was just as ready to reciprocate and engage just as much as his own was. He lifted her up partly, setting her down firmly on his own work desk, grabbing onto her work pants and pulling them off in a strong fashion, making sure not to rip any of them. He knew the value of losing a good outfit, especially when you had to go around the city and change into costume, leaving your clothes webbed to the side of a building or on the top of the roof, and quite frankly, that absolutely sucked whenever it happened. Her panties went down with her work cargo pants, and when they were removed, Peter tossed them over the side of a chair so that they'd be easily accessible whenever it was time to get their clothes back on. Thankfully no one could see them with the door locked and the curtains completely blinded to prevent any outside viewpoints. Peter got back in his chair, rolling his chair forward and burying his face into Kara's core, running his tongue against her pulsing core with the utmost thirst. He ran his tongue through her core several times over, going over the entrance with extra added motivation. "Damn," Peter muttered, rubbing the inside of her thighs with his hands while his tongue continued to operate inside of her on his desk.

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“Oh, sure, I’d hate to upset or disappoint you,” she gasped out, feeling ever single thrust. That she was still able to respond coherently almost amazed her, because with each push and pull motion the build up of sensations increased. There was a tremble running through her, and her breathing - now that she could breathe - was coming in gasps still. Kitty was fighting to catch her breath, let alone show him she could best him. The brunette was certain she didn’t need her powers to prove her worth but he had caught her off guard and of course his experience far exceeded her own. Let alone fighting to catch her breath now, she was fighting not to show how incredible it felt. She didn’t want this ass to know just quite how enjoyable he was making this. Not that she would admit this was how she wanted to be handled. Frankly, she’d rather never be choked again and there was a good chance if he pissed her off in the future she’d want to show HIM what it freaking felt like— but damn, okay, he knew what he was doing and it was just unfair that it was so good. She couldn’t hold back her moans, nor the cries of pleasure. But still she wouldn’t, couldn’t make herself give over that last little bit of pride. He was working for it. But maybe just not quite there.

The sudden break was felt through her trembling body. She needed the rest but his absence was felt so thoroughly through her— no. Fuck him. He was an ass. And she wasn’t going to say it was enjoyable. No way. Giving a groan, Kitty had just rolled onto one side when he pulled her. By her freaking hair. Her body was still mostly caught up in the pleasurable sparks still igniting through her and that needed for more. But the pain did make itself known. Her eyes flashed with that last little spark of defiance - but fuck it. She was TIRED now. And it still wasn’t fair he was able to make her feel good when she wanted to kick his ass. Annoying guy in an annoying suit. Standing on the tip of her toes so her hair pulling on her wasn’t quite so sore, the brunette mutant tried to focus on his words. Admittedly, it was a bit of a blur. She still felt his absence from her, quick as it had been. She was frustrated with herself for giving in and for enjoying things - once that true rage had died down. “Disrespect you, MR KNIGHT? Is this how you treat all guests?” The words were quiet and gasped, but to Kitty she was sure they were still understandable at least. A little coherent. Truthfully, she was sure the words were a little garbled as her breathing was still in gasps. “…I’d hate to be disrespectful to you,” she muttered softly - bad enough she was tired and sore and wanting more, but to start becoming compliant… no. No. She had more energy somewhere. Right? But it was all she could do to try and look at him, really.

Marc could almost feel Kitty's sense of determination to keep fighting back and overwhelm him, even if the odds stood no chance in her favor whatsoever. Marc too, could be a wild bull whenever it came to fighting back against the forces of evil and assholes who thought they had all the power to put him down against his will, but with enough strength, willpower, and conviction, he was more than able to fight back against all odds. But this was a different situation, a different time, and now he was the person in charge making all the rules, giving all the commands, and telling people what they needed to do in order to help the Midnight Mission thrive as it did. Kitty was a mutant with a unique set of powers, and he could sense within her the desire to do good and help people, especially in the neighborhood for people that traveled at night. But the drink was to temporarily take away her abilities so that he could deduce a few things about Kitty herself, and suffice it to say, she was more than passing all of his tests with flying colors. Not that you could call stuffing your cock into someone the most ideal version of a test, but Kitty definitely seemed to be taking it well, and if she was taking it well and in stride, then there was plenty of reason to continue on with their endeavor here. "I can sense the hesitation in your movements and your words Kitty. It wouldn't be wise to upset me," Marc warned, thrusting into her harder this time, with her legs wobbling all over the place as Marc continued the barrage of thrusts into her very core. The moans and cries ebbed out of her mouth, and though he tried as hard as he could, those words of acknowledgement would just not come out of Kitty's mouth for some unexplainable reason.

Pulling out of her, he rolled the naked mutant to the side and slowly stood up to his feet while she lay there on the ground. The vigilante looked down towards her for a moment, readjusting his tie and staring down at Kitty once more, a few thoughts traveling through his mind as to what to do with her next. There were a long list of options that he could do to get Kitty to where he needed to be, and to get the acknowledgement that he was seeking, and they were going to go down that entire list to get whatever Marc needed from the resistant Kitty Pryde until something worked. Reaching for her hair, he picked Kitty up by the hair until she was standing up on her feet even if she was barely even to breathe and see. "I'm glad you're still breathing coherently enough to see and hear me out Kitty. As I told you before, you need to acknowledge me. There is no leaving the Mission any time soon for you, and unless you acknowledge me as Mr. Knight, I'll be forced to take measures to ensure that you don't further disrespect me in the vicinity of my own home," Marc warned, crossing his arms as he watched Kitty stir around deliriously trying to keep Marc in sight, feeling her oxygen levels slowly starting to return to her. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

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She was scared, she was angry, she was hateful. This was a position she'd never wish on her worst enemy. It was degrading, humiliating, spiteful, and downright cruel. Jean was completely vulnerable and in the hands of such low-life scum that she wondered if it was possible to just take her mind completely away, to be anywhere else but here. Victor stank, and she felt dirty in his mere presence. And to add Deathstrike into the mix was just one humiliation and torment on top of the other. Jean didn't like to get videoed at the best of times and didn't want any tapes of her in compromising situations out there, even if it was with someone she loved and trusted. Now her ultimate pain and humiliation was being recorded by people she hated. She clung to her mind as best she could, willing herself not to break. Her body felt cold and she just wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere in the world, doing anything else. There wasn't even the tiniest bit of pleasure amongst the pain, and it was saddening to think that she was just proud she was crying - either yelling or tearing up. If she survived this, Jean didn't think she would ever feel clean again. She listened to the two villains speak with venomous hatred, which was clear on her face despite the gag.

The slaps were nothing compared to everything else that was going on and it wasn't like she was capable of doing anything in return. She gave a soft groan, her eyes falling and the pain washing through her as Deathstrike left but her torture and pain continued. Chew toy was perhaps putting it lightly. She could smell his rank, hot breath and she wasn't sure if she was going to throw up but she almost wanted to. This was humiliating. It was painful and sore, and how the hell was he getting any pleasure from this? She could feel the blood on her face, the sting from the slaps. She could feel the pain of Victor's penetration when she wasn't wet or having any pleasure. And she felt horrendous at having let herself down and everyone else. She was meant to be good and capable. And here she was being fucked by the enemy as a plaything and unable to do anything about it. His thrusts were so rough that she couldn't help but moan and groan, a feeling of helplessness weighing her down. Her eyes were trained straight ahead, trying to calm and clear her mind - she could just be anywhere else. Anywhere else in the world.

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Victor and Logan's rivalry would forever be an eternal one so long as they lived, and every year Victor continued to search deep within his hell-confined soul different ways to mess with Logan whenever it was close to his birthday. It was the tradition that would never die, and so long as Creed drew breath, he would make sure to torture his 'brother' like there was no tomorrow. This year however, was going to be the year that the tradition would take the cake, because now they'd managed to somehow capture and acquire Jean Grey of all people, slapping that inhibitor collar around her neck quickly before she could do any form of damage to harm them and make them pay for their sins. But Victor, he had a list of sins to go through, and he wanted to personally shared them with the love of Logan's life, so after eviscerating the clothes right off of her and leaving a few scratch marks behind 'accidentally' for good measure, he cuffed her hands and then her ankles in two different sets of chains and cuffs, bent her over and thrusted his cock into her core from behind immediately. The ball gag in her mouth was quite the nice touch to say the least, and as he thrusted, he could hear the angry swear words being muttered and yelled from behind the gag, nothing but a collection of anger and saliva being compiled together as Jean continued to protest with her body in anger, but to no avail. "I can see why the runt loves you so damn much. Shoulda tried you myself years ago!" he scowled in her ear, fucking her just that much extra harder to get his point across as her red hair flailed all over the damn place.

"All those years of you callin' me some wild animal who only acts like a dog. Well, guess the dog's walking the master now, ain't he?" Victor declared with a cocky smirk on his face, making sure she could feel and smell his hot breath going all across her face. "Did you get the video Deathstrike?" Victor called out to Deathstrike, who tapped a view buttons on the screen of her phone, showing Victor the video of him relentlessly pounding the telepath with nothing but moans being elicited. With a little bit of filtering and some editing, the gaijin will come running to save his beloved. And then, we will kill him," she declared, showing the video to a deposed Jean. "Until the gaijin arrives, you will be our prisoner and presumably Sabretooth's chew toy. I hope you enjoy being used like the pathetic piece of meat that you are," Yuriko glared, slapping Jean across the face multiple times with the slightest tips of her claws until she bled slightly.

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"My ass is off the table you animal!" she hissed in pain and annoyance - and resignation. For there was no way he was going to stop, was he? Not now he was started and had a rhythm going. She had known he was trouble the moment she locked eyes on him. MJ could sense these things. Apart from Peter, the guys in her life were all domineering assholes. It was just in a romantic sense (well, this wasn't romantic what was happening either, but just raw, animalistic fucking). From her father, to friends, to boyfriends, to one night stands. She never consciously sought people out that were looking to destroy her. MJ wanted good things in life. She put 100% into every endeavour, and she followed through until the end. She'd had a couple of jobs, but she'd never just given up on anything. The redhead progressed and worked hard until a new opportunity arose, and really she just liked trying new things. Life was for living to the fullest! Going non-stop and making the most of everything. Carpe diem was a good phrase to live by. Sure, seizing life sometimes got her into trouble but you never knew until tried what might happen.

He was wasting no time in flattening her. Her position alone meant she was going to be sore as hell in the morning. Good thing she was somewhat flexible, she almost felt as thought she would snap in half. His thrusts were painful and merciless, and she doubted he was using his full strength. It had been incredibly wild, and enjoyable, and FUN - until he decided to shift her and thought her ass was part of the deal. Fuck. There wasn't a deal and this wasn't actually meant to be anything. Just a little fuck on the wild side. But instead, his words were probably true. She knew she was being destroyed but despite a kick or two when he tried first entering her ass there wasn't all that much that could be done. He was LUCKY that there she was in ecstasy from everything else, and she was relaxed enough. Jerk. But again, what on earth did she expect from a guy like him? She'd wanted wild and the redhead couldn't say that wasn't what she was getting. The swears flowed freely from her, sometimes in pleasure and fun, sometimes in pain. MJ knew rough sex. She knew wild sex. And she sure as hell knew that there was more he could give her - scary thought. For now, she gripped the bed sheets and stopped trying to push or kick him out, letting the good sensations spread like fire and electricity through her, eliciting further lustful moans from the fiery redhead. "This wasn't the quick fuck I was imagining," she got out - and she wasn't sure herself if that was a good or bad thing. She was at his mercy, and MJ wasn't sure he knew what that word really meant.

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This was quite the natural change of pace for anyone who knew Logan, but did the Wolverine himself actually expect to bounce back so fast? After losing both Jean and Betsy, he left Japan and headed back to New York, ready to just move into his apartment and just call it a day while he looked after both Laura and Gabby from afar, wanting to make sure that they'd have a better life for themselves than he ever did, and considering the rather long lives that Wolverines and lupine type of mutants usually led, that was going to be one hell of a long life that they'd end up leading all things considered. But Laura seemed to be doing fine from what he could understand, but he needed to do something within his power to get back on track, to just focus and find something useful to do with his hands. He'd taken up a job with construction, just to be able to gain some monetary income, and while that was fine with Logan, there was just no substitute for the lack of a personal connection. He needed at least someone in his home to help him with things, even if it was just visiting, or enjoying a home cooked meal. And one night, while he'd taken on a part time gig of being a bouncer for a club, his eyes locked with her of all people. The reporter turned Broadway and model starlet in Mary Jane Watson, lush full as a redhead and as vibrant as the nightlife of Manhattan itself. When their eyes locked, that was the moment in which Logan knew. He absolutely knew.

Fast forward to an hour later at Logan's own apartment, and he was practically eviscerating the redhead's core like a piece of meat. He pounded his cock into her relentlessly without stopping for at least the first twelve minutes, letting her know that this was the Wolverine's home, and he wasn't playing about what he was after tonight. A plethora of swear words--mostly F-bombs--had been hurled by MJ's mouth, and well....it was hard to blame her considering the way and manner in which Logan had been fucking the party girl. Her legs were already literally pinned down over her body and her head and shoulders had practically been pinned all the way back, giving Logan easy access to her flesh. Switching between both of her holes that were exposed to him, Logan continued to thrust into both of them, dipping in and dipping out after several strokes to rough her body up, and expose a wilder, hornier side to Mary Jane than even Logan hadn't intended on seeing, thrusting into her with more rougher motivation than ever before. "Keep swearing all you want Red, 'cause I'm gonna destroy both yer holes either way until I'm done with ya," he promised, feeling her moaner louder than ever with not much flexibility and maneuverability to move around.

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He was pushing it. She frowned, her brows furrowing at his actions and words. She was torn. She certainly felt a sense of excitement and thrill, because it was amusing and fun to try new things. But she didn't like the degrading talk. Because she wasn't a plaything. ...Even if she was pretty much bound and almost naked for his amusement. His words struck a nerve, and for once there was more annoyance than amusement or pleasure. There was even a spark of anger, just for a second, before she willed herself to calm down. He was being a pain and he was clearly saying and doing these things for a reaction. She didn't mind the cane. Not really. But Kate hated his implications, and hated she couldn't answer back - even if was only to swear at him, call him a loser, or ask if he was jealous over any objects. Perhaps it was for the best she couldn't speak as after what he'd said there was a chance she would ruin the mood if she were to speak up. She scoffed as best she could, though even that small gesture contained her annoyance, and then looked away. She kept her head to the side and away from him, even as her annoyance died briefly and she felt the build up of pleasure through her once again. The bounds were starting to hurt as was the gag in her mouth, so it was a good thing there was pleasure coming from at least one source now.

She didn't what to make of his next words. Her eyes flickered to watch him walking, though she kept her head turned away - as if he could see it. She had no issues with him fucking her, and she supposed that it was good he was being honest about it. After all, considering the position that she was in there couldn't really be any doubt about what to expect? But just like his words about the objects, there was an underlying tone that the dark haired archer was trying to place. Never mind her playing with objects. SHE was an object to him, wasn't she? She gave a soft harrumph, keep her gaze away from him. What else did she expect? She had pretty much answered a booty call and as long as she got some fun from it then there wasn't a need to complain. But Kate also had to wonder if straying from 'socionormal' tendencies was something she should worry about. Somethings were normal for a reason. She stayed still as he undid her bra, though a shiver ran over her as she felt the chill air once again, in contrast to the body heat she felt from him being so close by. There was no way for her to defend herself or prepare herself for him to invade her with his fingers. She could only wriggle against him and moan into the gag. Kate was totally at his mercy, completely vulnerable. It was scary, even if it was a turn-on as well. He wasn't even trying to be gentle about anything, and there was a soft cry into the gag of pain and surprise as her legs were kicked open. And that was nothing compared to the muffled cry as he dove inside her once more. She knew her body was reacting, could feel herself growing wetter. It was painful and awkward, but he seemed to already know just how best to get her going. It was incredibly pleasurable, and her moans increased in intensity. Fuck. She was so glad no one could actually see her in this mess of a state. It was beyond embarrassing.

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Matt had no doubts in his mind that this was the thrill of a lifetime for Kate, feeling confident in the idea that she'd never experienced such a quiet and intimate thrill that screamed so loudly mentally and in a metaphorical manner. Having her dressed all the way down to her underwear was a sight he almost wished he had the sight to be able to observe, but Matt was more than happy and satisfied listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat pick up quicker and faster, the pace completely veering off course with every point of contact he made with her skin. With his cane already brushing against her folds in a way that completely turned her on, he continued brushing against her core, slightly hastening the pace to create more friction between her folds and the material that practically soaked up every drop of wetness that was manifesting from them like water dripping in a cave. Her breathing only increased in pace with the gag over her mouth and her heart rate spiked steadily high for a few moments, naturally feeling her body react with her hormones at Matt's precise touch. "Turns out you really do like playing with foreign objects, don't you? Is that why you got so into arrows as a kid? You enjoyed using your hands for things that many others couldn't even bother to use or put in the time to learn? Makes a lot more sense on just why you're so special Kate." That gag had to be bothering her right now, but Matt made no plans to take it out any time soon. When she had ropes around her wrists and around her ankles, and she knew just how skilled he was in reacting to things, it wasn't the smartest move to try and break free under any circumstances.

"I'll be really honest and open with you here Kate: I'm going to fuck you. I know it's what you initially came over here for when you got my text, and quite frankly I just wanted to try something a little bit different in a relationship instead of the usual socionormal tendencies that most people tend to do these days. There's nothing wrong with steering off the well-traveled path to do something different, is there?" he smirked, walking his way over to Kate before standing directly behind her, breathing down the archer's neck so that she could feel the chill bumps forming on her bare skin on the back of her neck. Undoing her bra, it dropped to the ground like a loose end, and while it would've been easy to drop the panties as well, Matt held off for the moment. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and dug his right hand straight into her panties at the heart of her core. With his hyper enhanced sense of touch, Matt could feel all of her weak spots, no matter how hard she tried to hide them, and when he found the entrance to her core, he slipped in one finger and then another, messing with her folds and rubbing his fingers against the walls, feeling Kate squirm against his body and backing her ass into the seat of his cock. As hard as Matt was right now, it wasn't time to fuck her just yet. No, he needed to savor the moment and build her up just right. Make her primed, ready, and desperate to take everything he had to offer first. "I may have to repent when all of this is said and done, but it'll be worth it," he sighed, curling at least one of his fingers even deeper into her core, kicking her legs and spreading them as far as the ropes knots would allow her to, and they were already tight to begin with. He pushed the underwear all the way down to her ankles, continuing to finger her as sturdy as he possibly could, feeling the earnest moans escape through the gag and her heart rate accelerating with each passing euphoric second.

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Nico couldn't explain why she wanted this or why she was doing this. Maybe boredom. Probably that. Maybe just pent up stress and general annoyance, there was quite a lot of that as well. It was tough being a blood witch, it was tough trying to lead and she was always busy. Breaks weren't really a thing she got all that often. Maybe this was just her having a mental breakdown. Yeah, that sounded about right. Seemed to happen to every hero at some point or another. It might explain what was happening cause she'd never exactly had a fantasy of doing this with anyone. Whatever, he didn't seem to be resisting her nor was he complaining as she pulled the guy into the building. Door locked, just as a precaution for getting caught and not to trap the guy. If she didn't think about the fact she was acting like a whore then things were fine. So she pushed the 'why' and 'what' away, and just kept going. If he wasn't going to tell her to stop then maybe he just needed to vent as well. Giving in to more primal urges weren't always a bad thing, and she'd suck him off and things would be all well and good and back to normal. That was a good thought.

The kiss was over quickly as Nico pulled away. It was more than easy to tell he was enjoying her actions considering how hard he already was. Kneeling down, she teased her tongue along his length, keeping her eyes closed instead of looking up at him. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, soft slurping sounds starting to be heard. She let his cock fall from her mouth as she stroked him off with her hand for a moment or two, saliva spreading over him. Again, Nico then leant forwards and ran her tongue over his head before suddenly taking him into her mouth once again. One hand went to his thigh, moving round the back of him and pulling him forwards as she took his cock in deeper - just for a split second. Nico ran her tongue over him, sucking him off as her pace picked up. Since they were clearly doing this, she would show him she could do a rather good job. No, an excellent job.

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Miles still couldn't understand exactly how he'd managed to land himself in such a unique predicament regarding Nico Minoru, but he wasn't exactly about to complain about it either. He'd heard some of the rumors and things that people had to say about her, from leading the Runaways, to leading the newest incarnation of the Midnight Suns, to all of the unique spells that she could cast as a blood witch. Having the open, creative mind that he always did, Miles was excited to work with Nico on an upcoming project with her, especially if it involved diving into the artistic side of things like drawing and music. She was big on music, so it only made sense that they'd make one hell of a collaboration, and maybe he could learn some more about her musical interests! They were more than likely far different than his own, but again, open minds were important! Needless to say, he used his web wings to glide across the city until he was able to find the small apartment that Nico had rented out for the two of them to start getting all artistic and everything.

While he was expecting a welcoming surprise of some kind, he wasn't necessarily expecting Nico to pull him into the building and lock it behind her like she was a criminal hiding in a safehouse. Before he could even get one single word out, Nico had already ripped the mask off of Miles and engaged him with a deep, harrowing kiss that had his body absolutely scintillating with an equal mix of panic and excitement; needless to say, he was so confused right now. Before Miles could react further, Nico's hand were already roaming the lower half of his body, instantly locating his length and the tent it was pitching inside of his spandex. He could have stopped her from further progressing, but why the hell would he when he was enjoying as much of this pleasure as humanly possible? She pulled his length out without much resistance from the arachnid, dropping straight down to her knees as she slowly took his cock into her mouth in a teasing fashion, Miles still not understanding just what the hell had happened here.

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"My time isn't cheap," she responded with a smirk, her tone teasing. "If you want me for the whole day, best make it worth my while." Though considering he had her all hot and bothered, fucking her on her kitchen countertop Yelena had to admit he was doing a good job. Better than just good, she was really enjoying herself and it was a feeling she would like to keep going. Perhaps opposites really did attract, or maybe they were more similar than she'd ever thought about before. Honestly, Yelena had never thought much about any hero unless they happened to cross her path or be part of some mission. She knew of them all more from her own curiosity and the links she still had with Natalia. Names that were mentioned were stored in Yelena's mind and she did research on her own. So she knew about Shang, from a peripheral point of view. It was rather interesting getting to know him more intimately like this. He was intriguing, and funny, and she couldn't deny she apparently liked a guy that could make her pancakes. Though she wasn't sure she'd ever actually had someone make pancakes for her before. It was a morning of many firsts, apparently. Yelena couldn't have thought up a better way to spend such a fine morning. A fuck and breakfast, not everyone could be so lucky as that.

Their kiss was deep and sensual, and perhaps a little play for power but that was all fun and games. She pressed up against him, pulling him in closer as her hands roamed over his body - but her hands fell to the counter and gripped the edge as she hit her climax, a shiver going through her. Fuck. She hated to cum on command but she hated denying herself any pleasure as well. As the pleasure washed through her and began to die down the blonde moved her hands to his shoulders and kissed him once again. Softer this time, but in her defence she was just getting her energy back. She scoffed again at his words, and this scoff developed to an actual laugh. "You're good, I'll admit it. But not that good. I still have energy - I also have space for pancakes." She leant in, giving him one more soft kiss. "Better not let them burn. I might just pout." Another tease, but that felt nice as well. It was really odd to be so relaxed in someone else's company, but she was going to keep this up for as long as she could. Perhaps the fact she'd never anticipated such a relationship - or whatever this might end up being called - made it that much better. A surprise, a challenge, an enigma. How could she resist? She'd never taken a day off before, but perhaps Shang was worth taking some personal time. Her legs pulled him closer once again as he continued his thrusts, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him once again.

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Starting your own mornings off with rather unorthodox events rather than the standard routine you'd trained your body and mind into adhering to was always fun and unique; it never hurt to be or do things differently, and that was something that the martial artist Shang-Chi constantly needed to remind himself of here and there. Yelena may have been rough around the edges, but deep down she possessed a bleeding heart that was very capable of doing a whole lot of good, even if it wasn't the traditional type of good that most heroes would have preferred to do such as Spider-Man and Daredevil. She shot and killed people, she was a hired assassin who was easily capable of murdering the worst types of people in the world, but when you could get the Russian in a setting such as this one where she could thrive off of chaos in a different form, you had all the unique makings in place of something completely different than either of them were used to. "A morning with you will set my whole day? Bold assumption, but perhaps I don't just want you for the morning Yelena. Instead, maybe I would prefer to have your entire presence with me all day long on this day off of ours," Shang countered with a slight smirk of his own, continuing to press the head of his cock straight into Yelena's moist core with the most calculated precise strike points of a thrust one could ever imagine coming from someone like Shang of all people. Her scoff only served to amuse him even further; at least there was shared humor in the chemistry that the two of them seemed to have together. Then again, having two different personalities was bound to make something like that happen with ease.

Their bodies moved against one another like melodies, and feeling her legs beginning to curl around his waist and hips only exacerbated Shang's feelings on that matter. Embrace the weird, embrace the strange, and tackle the unexpected. Whenever these types of get-togethers usually happened, it wasn't just so that you could have a one night stand and call it a day, never to see the other person ever again. There was purpose, pleasure, and a whole lot more being shared between the White Widow and the wielder of the Ten Rings, and regardless of their very different backgrounds, was it crazy to actually say that Shang felt Yelena could be more trusted than other people he'd known for forever? The pleasure felt so good that Shang cupped both sides of the Widow's face, proceeding to bury his tongue deep into the bottom of Yelena's throat while wrestling her tongue down in the process for good measure. She was a tough customer in every sense of the word, which was exactly why Shang embraced every challenge that the antihero managed to throw in his direction. When she finally released on command for what felt like the second or third time, it felt as if she practically melted into his arms and was held, treasuring her like a pair of freshly cut diamond earrings. "If you're getting tired, just let me know. Your pancakes are almost done forming," Shang advised, slowly pushing his length against the very center of her core just a few more times to hear those sweet sighs and moans accentuated with her Russian accent as the cherry to top it all off.

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"You're kidding yourself if you think you're too much man for me," she replied with a roll of her eyes - and her focus more on the food, anyways. The sleep, whilst short, had been refreshing but she was still feeling the effects of a long day before and that hour-plus of sexual fun. It was tiring stuff. Layla certainly appreciated his effort from the night in question, even if for her there were a couple of slightly hazy moments as well as the realisation she'd said things she never would have normally said. It wasn't EMBARRASSING because it was over now and there was no sense in having shame. They both enjoyed their time together. But she still felt a little confused as to what exactly had happened to make her say those things? Layla was confident in herself and she liked to keep some things private - make a guy work to hear those things. And honestly, she had more self-respect than ever being someones bitch. She sure as hell would never put herself in that position. Or she never had before. Seemed things had changed. It was confusing, and actually just weird to think about. So for now, she wasn't. She would think about other things and move. Things such as the fact she was sort of enjoying his company. He never really seemed the type it would be easy to get along with and in truth the change from what he was doing to her last night to getting breakfast was a little jarring. Not really what she expected from the guy. But it was appreciated, all the same.

Her eyes followed him as he moved to the kitchen - then she leant back and looked around for her phone. Grabbing it, she scrolled through bits and pieces as she made her way through one of the pastries. Her brow furrowed subconsciously in concentration as she looked over some emails related to work - non Suns stuff, actually work that she had to get on with. Some wasn't really relevant or important, simply news articles about upcoming digs, or galas, or exhibitions. Others were more personal. Nothing pressing however. With the knowledge that there was nothing necessary for her to do, she relaxed but continued to scroll for a moment. As she did so and kept eating, her mind wandered. The meeting was coming up quickly. It was important she get along with the team but she knew how to be professional, and also how to be friendly. She was sure it wouldn't really be a problem but there was the chance that considering the powerhouses that would be attending there would be some arrogant assholes there. And Marc, maybe. She didn't mind seeing him again, it wasn't like they had never met up since everything went down the drain. But showing up with someone else-- Layla could hold her tongue and be professional, and Marc sometimes could, too. But not always. Oh, she was glad of the breakfast and the energy that it gave her. Layla would need all the energy she could get. His words startled her out of her train of thought, and she gave a grin. She turned her head to look at him, or at least to see his back. Couldn't look at her as he said that, could he? Well, maybe it was a little personal and deep but she did believe she had said far worse or more personal things during the night. "You're welcome," she answered, amicably. And with a little amused. It was true he made her smile, and she wouldn't ask for more than that right now. "You still gonna be smiling when we get to this meeting today?" She was popping some fruit in her mouth now, bed sheets pooled around her and watching him closely (and right, right, gotta remember the clothes she needed). Layla stretched her arms above her, shifting on the bed and adding, "Good food. You made a good choice. Put a smile on my face."

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"What, am I getting too greedy for you or something? I understand if I'm too much man to handle for yourself," Blade returned the quip, staying in stride with the good mood that he was currently in. These were the types of moods that were extremely hard to get Blade into given his stoic demeanor and his incessant nature on hunting down vampires and other creatures of the night. It was his life's goal, and considering he hardly aged if at all, this was an eternal war with no actual end in sight whatsoever. Sure, adding Layla to the mix of things in his life was a bit of a different touch and twist, but would she actually stick around? She knew him for years, knew exactly what type of person he was and the commitment to his war he waged on vampires, and from what he could understand or surmise, she never quite judged him for it. But there was a high key difference between not judging someone from afar for it, and being with them in an actual relationship while staying committed to his life's work and mission. "Go ahead and eat your meal," he gave a slight chuckle, that kiss lingering for more than an electric minute while she continued to eat and chow on the delicate fresh selection of fruit and pastries. While he wasn't opposed to such tasteful delicacies, the Daywalker preferred his usual morning breakfasts to be a little bit more filling for his tastes. Avocado toast, sausage links, grits with cheese, and a glass of milk definitely did wonders for him, and as he headed to the kitchen to make said breakfast, he often glanced back at Layla to make sure she was okay.

The cynical side of his mind definitely had to get its own opinion in as well. Was Blade doing the right thing in dating her even if Moon Knight was an ally of his and they were broken up? Maybe he'd learn to liven up a bit and accept things, but he damn sure couldn't see the sex tape that the two of them had earnestly made together with such lustful ambitions and the desire to entertain one another for the future. The things they did to one another in bed for at least a good hour, not to mention the things that were said to each other and the names that were used? Oh, without question Marc would have tried to have Blade's head for making her say what she said. It had to be their own little secret, which was exactly what the purpose of a sex tape was to begin with. He was also bringing her into a completely new world with the Midnight Suns, a team Blade had known for years, but one that Layla probably had only heard of, in addition to the recent explanations he'd given her about his team members and convinced her to join. Imagining the likes of Mephisto or Lilith targeting Layla made the dhampir's blood boil to no end, and it only made him grow that much more protective of her as a result. "Thanks sweetheart. For putting a smile on my face again," Blade admitted with his back turned to her in the kitchen suite, cooking up a storm for breakfast in there.

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Cindy had wanted to run into the other Spiders, of course, but there were probably slightly nicer ways for it to happen. Thinking about it, though, this was the only way it could ever be. Fighting the good fight, trying to help people out. It was very clearly the Spider way. Cindy thought she was coping well on her own. As Silk she was no where near as well known as the Spider-Men or any others, but in her little neighbourhood they knew who she was and she was venturing out more often. Her powers were still growing and she was still trying to learn everything that she could do, but Cindy was actually excited about learning it all and trying things out. She'd had some spectacular failures: failed attempts to stop a mugging, and even a shoplifting, falling from buildings, and slipping when swinging. For a long time she had been more graceful on ice than she had been in the air. But now, she swung like a pro! A natural! It was just seriously fun. She did want to know the other spiders but how were you to go about doing that? Swing into the middle of the fight and try and make small chat? She wasn't well known and she didn't want to run the risk of being a nuisance. Overall, maybe this was the best way for things to begin. The Spider-Man had shown her up but that was putting it ungraciously. He'd saved lives, and it was amazingly impressive. Catching the spiders look and nod, she let him swing off before following behind. It was good to just get out the way.

He was more graceful than she was, but from what Silk could tell he'd been doing this for a touch longer than her. And she wasn't too bad herself. The questions caught her off guard - Cindy knew he had to wonder who she was but another dimension? "Uhm, does dimension hopping actually happen?" she questioned, making a face under her mask whilst she continued to swing. Weird. But cool. Cindy had to wonder just what other dimensions were out there. They said everything was infinite and varied. Were there other Cindy Moons herself? Had to be. But mind on the mission! Or questions, anyways. "No other dimension, I'm from here. Well, not this exact neighbourhood you know. But this world for sure." She swung up higher, letting the air flow over her and revelling in the feeling of a drop before landing lightly on the edge of a building in a crouch. She straightened up quickly, walking backwards along the edge of roof with her eyes training on him. "It's not Spider-Woman, either, it's--" Oh. Wait. Had she ever told anyone her name before. Did it sound weird? Uh. "It's Silk." She tried to say the name with confidence and amusement but it didn't quite work out that way.

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This apartment fire wasn't the first one for Miles in the slightest, but that didn't mean he didn't underestimate it in any capacity. This was a blazing inferno completely burning down the apartment brick by brick, floor by floor, and quite frankly the temperature was beginning to rise to an insanely hot disco inferno. Seeing another spider hero on the scene that wasn't Pete was something that felt insanely new to Harlem's hero, but that was fine! It was something interesting that could be talked about and discussed later, but for the moment Miles needed to focus in on any remaining lives here in the building. "Anybody here? Can you hear me?!" Miles called out, doing his best to stifle out the coughing of the deadly smoke that threatened to make him inhale it. Pushing aside the debris that was in his way and shoving through weakened interior walls, he managed to hear the last of a few people calling out to the arachnid for his help. "Spider-Man! Over here!" the middle aged woman called out, and Miles quickly went in, grabbing the woman and her child before diving straight through the last glass window just as the inferno managed to collapse the entire building. Using his free hand, he shot out a web that tugged on the edge of a nearby lamppost just right, balancing out Miles and the weight that he was carrying, landing them onto the ground without any issue. "Gracias Spider-Man, gracias!" the woman thanked him, before hurriedly being rushed over to the ambulance for a check up with the other residents of the apartment complex.

Miles walked off to the side for a moment, taking a moment to catch his breath. Smoke inhalation was no joke, and though he was wearing a mask that could protect him from a majority of that, he still needed to catch his breathe and simply breathe for a moment, taking in that fresh, smelly New York air that any native New Yorker grew up with and was proud enough to smell for all of ten seconds. Now that everybody seemed to have been saved for the moment and everyone was being tended to by the paramedics, his eye lens locked on and made contact with the other spider, and when they did, he made a nodding motion to the left to get the hell out of here because this...was new. This was completely new and the two of them needed to completely discuss the addition of a third spider. Was Pete even aware of this new spider in town? Hell, how long had she been able to operate in this city without either of the Spider-Men even knowing about it? A part of him couldn't help but be a bit fascinated by the whole thing too, though. A Spider-Woman? Spider-Girl? Spider-Silk? Whatever her name was, Miles was eager to find out. As she started swinging through the city, Miles followed alongside her as the two spiders traversed the urban landscape, the Bluetooth technology built into their masks coming in handy here. "Well uh, hey! Can't say I foresaw my day going the way it has in meeting a spider woman. Are you from around here? From this dimension?" he quizzed away at her with a multitude of questions.

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Magik felt quite freely and strongly. She could be reserved and could sometimes come across as cold, but she did only open up around those she was close and felt secure with. Her life had been an actual living nightmare for many years and trust didn’t come easy to her. For good reason. She’d been kidnapped and tormented by demons, she’d been trained harshly. She knew badness. And this guy? Fucking lowest scum of them all quite frankly. Even demons she could sometimes feel pity for or maybe feel there was something within them where she could negotiate or make a deal. This guy? Hideous. She could accept her torment and torture by him initially had been due to demon possession. She was aware that these things happened of course and it was also no surprise that a demon would be out to seek revenge on her. Illyana had sent more than enough of them to Limbo, and there was a nice sense of joy and pride she could feel at thwarting some evil deeds. Her actions had been harsh after the demon left / but necessary. The Soulsword wouldn’t kill the man, only the demon. If the guy felt a little pain well, maybe she had initially felt sorry for that even if she was angry and enraged. But the guy was worse than the demon. Demons tended to know only negative emotions. Humans often knew better. But he had fought her and fought her and he’d tormented and gone for her just as badly as the demon - hardly as though she’d had the energy after what she’d gone through to resist. The guy was scum. And if there was anyone or anything she hated, it was him. Redeeming qualities? How could someone who did that have redeeming qualities?

But she was maybe as bad. Broken little Russian doll… she didn’t want to come back to him. His touch made her shiver with disgust quite frankly. It made her feel hatred not just towards him but towards herself too. Did she come back to him to try and show him who was boss? To show she could dominant? Oh brilliant. That plan was going really well. Her tail being one of the last surprises she but there he was catching it so simply. Her swearing continued, contempt so clear in her voice. She didn’t need him to know exactly what she was saying for the venom was actually dripping from her tone.

And then he dare try and choke her with her own tail? What the fuck was his actual problem? She gritted her teeth and there was death in her gaze as she willed her tail away. Fuck him. She wasn’t going to give him another tool to destroy her with. There was a little grunt and groan, biting her bottom lip tough enough to bleed. She hated herself for this happening, but she was wise enough to hate him even more for doing this. What a GOOD MAN this spider was. What a charmer. She understood aggression and rage, and Magik could learn to adapt to those feelings. She wasn’t a prude nor was unadventurous. Magik loved to rough it up. Why not? If you couldn’t have fun in the ‘bedroom’ then what were you doing with your life? Better to have fun and do whatever you wanted! But honestly, the blonde liked a bit of give and take. This was simply pure obliteration and she wasn’t happy. Her body was reacting positively, that was something she couldn’t hide. Her body was used to feeling rough and pleasure at the same time. Her body moving almost instinctively as he fucked her. But her mind was still her own and he wasn’t getting that. Yeah maybe he knew what he was doing and her body liked attention. But she was going to need a million showers after this to even start feeling clean again.

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Despite their rough beginnings with each other all the way back in Limbo, it was safe to say that things had been progressing between the spider and the sorceress in the most spiteful, hate-fueled way that one could only imagine. It wasn't Miguel's fault with how things had started out on the wrong foot, but it wasn't a surprise that the two of them absolutely hated one another guts. Illyana would steal the spider's soul if it were an option, and Miguel would more than gladly take that soul sword of hers and shove it straight up her ass if he could. And yet, as much as they couldn't stand the presence for one another, if there was anything that these two, dark angst ridden souls could use one another for, it was sex. Mind numbing, euphoria inducing, raw, physical and unadulterated sex. Miguel could admit, if there was one thing that the Limbo woman was good for, it was this. Taking her from behind, eating her out, yanking her hair to the point that the roots would practically come out, he was unbelievably hard on her body to the point that the two of them were practically committing violence against one another, and who could blame them? It wasn't like they were going to call the cops, and nobody in their right minds would want to step in between the problems that these two could cause one another anyway.

"Shut the fuck up," Miggy scowled, foregoing his usual 'shock' moniker in favor of an early 21st century swear word that he knew Magik would understand. As a result, he yanked her hair even harder while having her body pressed against the wall, full frontal, thrusting into her core from behind as physically and as violently as the arachnid possibly could. He could feel her fight hard against every single thrust that was being administered into her body, and despite her initial warnings, she took every shot he gave her, knowing damn well her ass would be in complete rough shape in the morning when the physicality of their sex together would really begin setting in for Illyana. Still, fucking her in the ass, grabbing at it several times while those sharp ass talons of his dug deep into her skin, Miguel was making the most of his time in hate fucking Magik, and it just worked so damn well for the two of them.

Seeing that damn tail whip up from out of nowhere was a slight surprise, but thanks to his spider sense alerting him of that unforeseen event, he was able to dodge the whipping motion it made towards him. Hell, he almost pulled out of Magik by mistake but she made sure that he kept that cock well entrenched in between her core and folds, making sure that she didn't lose sight of what she was really here for, and when he was back inside of her core, he let out a bit more of that patented spider anger of his, and with that rage, he grabbed her tail with one hand and wrapped it around her throat wholeheartedly, slightly choking her with it while he thrusted with as much of his lower body power that he could muster, straight into Magik's core so hard it literally lifted her off of the ground. The swearing in Russian was absolutely beautiful, but the raw penetration of Magik of all people just felt so right in the heat of the moment as her feet touched solid ground and Miggy pushed her against the wall even harder.

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Was it loathing she felt? No. That was too harsh. There was certainly CONTEMPT, however, for as much as she had challenged him and as much as she wasn’t expecting nor wanting a smooth ride this was bloody bollocks. This was a level of domination and issues that she hadn’t quite expected. Of course, Elsa knew he had problems. He was difficult to be around for long periods of time, as arrogant as herself, and anyone crazy enough to just go after bloodsuckers had to have major problems. Elsa knew all of this. But he was seriously getting off on trying to completely cut off her airwaves? If she had the space to take in any breath she would quickly expel it with a serious of curse words and call him one crazy motherfucker. Elsa liked it a little rough, and she didn’t need complete control - but she also didn’t want to be treated like some dirty object nor did she want her gravestone to read that she died choked to death whilst having sex. If she could reach for him she would punch the hell out of him, or scratch him. If he moved his hands she’d fucking BITE him, or maybe taunt him into biting her and see how that bloodstone blood could cause him to feel pain. And okay so fine, so fine. She had taunted and challenged him and allowed herself to get into this sort of position. Bad luck really did follow her.

Smacked across the face, choked, the electric shocks through her breasts, degraded - oh boy, the Daywalker just KNEW how to treat people right. Yeah, it was contempt on her face. Should have known what a pervert he was. He needed to actually go talk out these issues. He had her bound and he had the upper hand, what the hell was she meant to do in response? She supposed if she was in his position she’d have taken advantage too. But at least she could revel and laugh at the fact he thought he was giving her pleasure - please, this wasn’t ecstasy and she’d felt more incredible getting fucked by Wade. He held all the cards but Elsa could keep her moans and any sounds of pleasure to herself. Let him frustrate himself or tire himself out, she wasn’t going to give him satisfaction. There might be some nice sensations building in her, and Elsa knew her rival would strive for perfection. He’d give it his all. She bit fiercely at his lip (or as fiercely as she could which was pretty pathetic since she was trying to fight for air back in her lungs). “Sod off,” she gasped out, turning her head. Her breathing was hitched and heavy, trying to catch and maintain air in her body. Yeah, she didn’t like that. He clearly did. Pfft. Whatever. She wasn’t going to moan or beg, see if he liked that. There was still some pleasure she felt from his actions, her body natural reacting to some of his movements. But she tried her best to keep her head on straight. She liked it rough, she would never deny that. But this was beyond anything else and she liked fucking Jack Russell. At least there were times she left HIM hanging upside down in chains.

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"Nah, it's not that I need all of that stuff to fuck you. This is just purely you in your natural element and habitat, getting fucked over by life and by me," Blade shot back. Oh, he both loved and hated just how much Elsa was able to get him fired up in a variety of ways, but that was just another feather in the cap as to why they were the perfect rivals for one another. Whether they were opposing one another, on the same side, or even trying to outcompete with each other in order to bag a prize or a monster, there wasn't anyone in recent memory that brought edged steel to the forged fires that stoked within Blade internally quite like Elsa. She was brash, hot tempered, and quick with her wit whether she was in control or not, and for someone who completely blindfolded at this moment in time, she really seemed to think that she could work his nerves raw to the bone that he'd simply just slip up and make a mistake. Unfortunately for her, while he wasn't one hundred percent, rarely did Blade ever slip up whenever it came to attention to detail. To have his rival in his possession, completely blindfolded, and fucking the shit out of her? He could do anything he wanted to her, and quite frankly, he was about to do even more of just that exact thing. "You? Intimidating? Nah, I'm putting your ass in place," he growled in her ear, slapping his hand around her throat and initiating a choke with his hand with increased vampire strength, all the while his cock continued to penetrate her core with her left leg lifted high as fuck into the air. The loud moan that emanated throughout the Bloodstone Manor was so loud that Blade was sure that even her butler could practically hear the monster hunter exorcising her demons. Even through her choking, she still managed to choke out exasperated gasps and moans, even if they were sputtering out and saliva began to spill from her mouth.

For the time being though, they were just getting started. After thrusting into Elsa until she felt like she was at her wit's end, with the heavy accented British breathing escaping from her lungs and mouth, the Daywalker flipped her back over onto her back while they were on the bed, and he smacked her across the face a few times. You couldn't be rivals without a little bit of smack talk in both the verbal and literal sense right? It wasn't hard, but he did make sure to make it sting just in case the monster hunter decided to get hers back in blood later on if they had other rounds to tackle. Pulling out a few new devices, he fit them like rings around her nipples and the metal from them were practically as cold as polar ice caps, making those pink nips of her grow even harder for this special upcoming treatment. Pressing a button, Blade delivered a small electrical jolt straight to her nipples that traveled through the rest of her body like a living current, and placing his hands around her throat once more, Blade continued to fuck her as rough as he possibly could with the electrical rings giving her breasts a jolt every five seconds. "You're gonna get yours today Bloodstone," Blade promised, choking her like she owed him blood money and fucking her like she was his bitch. Well...yeah, she definitely was in this moment. Her face continued turning red from the electrical jolts, the choking of her pipeways, and when he thrusted into her once more, the legs of the bed underneath them practically broke, causing the entire bed to fall down, but Blade continued his physical onslaught of his rival, choking her until she began to shake, and he finally let go of her throat and immediately locked his lips with hers to give her mouth to mouth air suscitation.

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She doubted that they would ever get over their own issues. They were too deeply imbedded now. Sersi didn't have any self hatred, she loved herself and she loved humanity. But she was self destructive and reckless. And some days, she wondered if there was anything inside Dane that wasn't self hatred. No one should live like that. But neither of them ever seemed to seek out actual help and god knew they would never go to actual therapy (well, she'd 'been there and done that' and it was rather useless). They had too many of their own issues that meant they could never actually help each other out. This was a vicious circle but that did mean that they were now entering a softer phase. They'd worn one another out and most of the rage had been vented. That was good, it would be a little while before the rage built up to that peak once again. Maybe the peaceful period would be even longer this time, which was nice. She loved him, she wanted him happy and relaxed. The happiness and relaxation wouldn't last long, but it would take longer for the rage to escalate. She continued to suck him off, happy to try and just let him calm down that bit more. Sersi wasn't really thinking or caring about herself - tired, sore, and drained. But he was happy and no longer shouting. It was a good start.

She was confused in her tired mind when he started moving her, but went with it easily enough. She'd have been as happy sucking him off. Straddling him and steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders, she slowly began moving her hips with his. Well, this was better at least. This was softer and gentler, though her tiredness and that drained feeling were deflecting some pleasure. She gave a soft moan, more an exhale and long sigh than anything else, keeping up her rhythm as she moved on top of him. She looked over him carefully, focused on him and trying to see if there was any rage left there. But it did seem gone, and whilst she would never say Dane was 'calm' inside, at least there wasn't war raging within him. She kept up her rhythm as she rode him. Sersi's head tilted back, exhaling slowly and just letting herself calm down and pushing any darker thoughts away. Peaceful period. That's what they needed right now. No more rage, no more darkness. Just a gentle moment. Or as gentle as they could ever be.

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There were...feelings of regret over Dane's actions, his pain, and the pain that he'd been causing Sersi in multiple forms. It wasn't like he was completely unaware of it, given the dark nature of the Ebony Blade that forced Dane to embrace more of that darkness within his soul than he would've liked to. It was a hard juggling act to keep up to be quite honest, and even Sersi could see the daily toll that the sword was taking on Dane, even if he never cared to admit it. He just wanted to be accepted and revered as a hero, to reverse the curse that his uncle had put on the family by wielding the blade for evil; was that really too much to ask for? He loved Sersi dearly, and even though his actions sometimes spoke other words instead, he just couldn't understand why he and the Eternal kept finding their way back to one another, no matter how toxic to one another they could be, or their relationship for that matter. Still, whatever kept bringing them together was a powerful force, one that fate just wouldn't let them deny no matter how many breaks they took apart from each other. And now, here they were, with Sersi sucking him off, just like old times. Was it any wonder they couldn't get back to simpler times like this?

Dane felt his body relaxing, calming itself after that emotional outburst had occurred only moments prior, and he could only imagine what the hell was flowing through Sersi's mind at this moment in time. She didn't want to argue or fight, she just wanted to relax and help Dane get an emotional weight off of his shoulders, and it seemed to be going very well. But in his own mind, she deserved a lot more than that, taking the Eternal by the hands and pulling her up to her feet and into the steadfast position of his lap, placing either leg on each side of him. Positioning his cock so that it was firmly entrenched inside of her, Dane slowly began thrusting into Sersi slowly but surely, helping to establish that rhythm with one another before Sersi immediately through her head back and let out a sensual moan that echoed throughout her whole entire penthouse.

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"It's not really a school," she murmured, giving a little shrug as she picked at the sandwich then began eating it once again. "Even I don't think it's normal and well--" Laura looked at him and shrugged, "--my idea of normal isn't normal." Mutants liked to hide and it was dangerous to have them all in one place. But it wasn't like she, or many others, had another place to go. Sometimes they just needed to be together and then things didn't seem quite so bad. Unless she was in the kitchen which always sent her senses wild. The burnt food often meant she had to leave the building - making the roof one of her favourite places. It was nice to be up high. Laura finished the sandwich, looking over at Miles curiously before turning her attention to looking around the room once more. She wondered how much he knew about the school, or mutants in general. It wasn't something people talked about, except in hushed tones or mocking ways. They got worse press than the Spiders sometimes and that was really saying something. Miles knew about her, sort of, which was a start. She was hardly a good poster child for mutants though, she knew that. She was pretty much the type that everyone liked to bash. Violent, dangerous, feral. For better or worse, unless she had her claws unleashed she looked completely normal. No one would look twice at her. Did that make her deadlier in the eyes of the public? Some sort of imposter? Either way, whilst she was not ashamed to be a mutant she was at least aware enough not to constantly blurt it out. Why make life harder for everyone.

She considered his words, the hint of amusement on her lips as she turned back to him. "...Alright, thanks. If I ever need food I will come over. I don't really get home cooking. Ever. So... Maybe it would be nice." Her eyes flickered down and then back to him. "I don't know if I'm--" Laura paused, torn between amusement and sheepishness which was a weird feeling for her. "I'm not good with parents." She was sure Miles' mom was nice. Probably a good person. At the same time, she didn't really know how these interactions were supposed to go. But since he had offered, it was maybe something that she would take him up on. Perhaps it would be nice to do something normal, and she actually found Miles rather easy to be around unlike a lot of other people. His next words intrigued her in a different way. Her eyes narrowed, head tilted, and she watched him cautiously. Team-up? Well, she could do that. "What's the request?" Laura asked, before considering it and added, "I suppose it doesn't matter." The mutant flashed him a grin, and a shrug, "I do believe we make an awesome team. So maybe we should prove it. I guess I do need to work off that sandwich." Ha Ha. Whatever the case was, Laura would assist. She was happy to help him out, whatever the job was. It was nice to do good and it was nice to help Miles, so what could go wrong. She uncrossed her legs, stepping up and stretching. "I'm ready. Always~"

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It was the utmost important thing that Laura enjoy her time with Miles and the two of them hanging out together, because Miles truly did enjoy sharing Laura's company. She might've been rough around the edges to those that didn't know her, but once you got to actually know the woman behind the Wolverine, you were going to have someone who was as loyal to you as they came, and loyalty was something that Miles could and would always appreciate about somebody. People who didn't go back on their word, people who didn't betray him in the heat of battle for some ridiculously selfish purpose, or anything crazy like that. Asinine things to think about in retrospect, but wouldn't you want to have someone who had your back no matter how bad the circumstances got and they wouldn't bail out on you when the going got tough? People like Peter, his mom, hell even his reformed uncle, he wouldn't ever want to lose out on them. And Laura was just so damn fierce as a warrior with those metal claws of hers, so who wouldn't want someone with so much fury in her veins taking down enemies so quickly and so efficiently like the badass that she was? He had to stop himself from staring at her too much less he get lost in her brown eyes and she'd think him a really strange weirdo or something like that.

Miles' lips slowly curved upward a bit when she mentioned that she wasn't technically seeing anybody at the moment; so technically, that meant that she was single right? While most could see Miles and assume that he had a ton of charisma to his game that allowed him to be so social, there were tight spots and moments that equally made the former Brooklyn native just as nervous as a normal person. Superpowers couldn't exactly help you when it came to asking somebody out that you were highly attracted to, but confidence had to take you somewhere, right? "Well, it sucks that you guys don't have consistent reliable cooking over there, which is really weird, because you'd think that a school for gifted people would actually have chefs, but I digress," Miles mused, not wanting to insult her home. From what he'd heard about the place, it was founded by a bald guy with some type of vision of some kind? Was he a mutant? If Laura had went to their school, and she was a mutant, did that make it a mutant school of sorts that the public just didn't quite know about? An interesting premise to say the least, one that made Miles all the more curious about heading over there, even if it was just for a visit and nothing more than to see Laura's current stomping grounds. "But yeah, any time you wanna grab some grub, just look me up in the phone or come over here, and I'll be sure to have some of my mom's home cooking on standby just for you. It's all good," he assured with a smile, hearing his stomach rumble in satisfaction over their dinner. "But you're right; we do make a pretty awesome team. So awesome in fact, that we should probably suit up and handle this request from the FNSM app that just came in. You interested?" Miles asked, hopping to his feet.

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She wasn’t a real fighter. She had a few moves - she’d had to learn. Kitty was quick at picking those things up. And the dancing and gymnastics meant for good core strength and flexibility. But she was rough at fighting and didn’t have any precision or real skill. Just enough to maybe fight of any attackers on the street. She was one of the lucky ones, her mutation wasn’t physical and was something she could hide. Not all the kids or mutants out there could say the same thing. Her skills meant nothing with Mr Knight though. He had every advantage - from his height and weight, to his experience, to the fact he knew this was going to happen and Kitty just expected— she just expected what? She was stupid and naive to think it might be anything NICE that might happen here. She should have just left straight away. And now she was more confused than anything else. She felt pain and anger and irritation and a striking pleasure running along all her nerves. Sparks were flying through her. She felt incredible and at the same time this wasn’t what she liked. This wasn’t how she did things! She liked the softer and warmer. This was anything BUT pleasant, no matter how you looked at it and no matter how much pleasure she was having. She wanted to call him a fucking jerk (or something worse but frankly it was teeny tiny bit hard to think with his fingers digging so deeply into her and in a headlock that was stopping her breathing deeply). The lack of air was relaxing her whether she wanted to relax or not, but his bold and his fingers inside her kept her body tensed up. Break her? Fuck, he had almost done that already as her back arched painfully. Did she want ANY of this? …Well, she’d wanted something. It was why she had stayed. But she’d not planned or reckoned on any of this happening to her. He was crazy but she was freaking mental for staying, and crazier still for the pleasure coursing through her. Fuck, she had issues. But she wasn’t going to admit any of the pleasure to him. That silence was the only thing she had left.

She glared at him when she could, before moaning at the sensations washing through her body and making her arch her back again. It was easy enough to tell from his pushes and movements what he wanted, and she took out his cock in time - but it still shocked her to feel his length shoved inside her. Kitty wanted to stay silent, but the FUCK that shot from her body couldn’t be stopped. She groaned and wriggled on top of him, not trying to push him away but sheesh couldn’t he give her some time? Some warning? Was everything so rough? The brunettes confusion and pleasure died down for a brief second, and in her irritation she struggled against him again because she wasn’t fucking out of it just yet. He had her powers and he’d gotten some moans but that was it! No more. She’d wanted some fun and what the hell was this? Of course, he knew how to make a fuck pretty interesting. And the angle and position she was at meant he was hitting a sweet spot. Maybe he knew what he was doing. It was a little funny and did ease some mystery around him. A shudder ran through her, a little moan of ecstasy coming out in just a tiny gasp and a little exhale of breath. His words caught her off guard though, her breath catching in her throat. There was another shudder and a shake of her head. She wouldn’t say his name, she wouldn’t say how amazing it felt. He wanted this to be rough? She wasn’t a freaking blow up doll he could do whatever he wanted with. She wasn’t going to obey this command. …she kinda wanted to but that part was quickly pushed down. Maybe if he wanted to make this even more pleasurable for her then she could help him out. Well, curiosity definitely got her in some strange places and it was getting harder to focus on anything that wasn’t him.

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Marc was expecting a struggle at first, and Kitty rightly did give him such a fight initially when he tried to hold her down. She was throwing her body against him like a wild brawler, thinking that the fists that she could hurl towards the vigilante would make a difference when the fighting skill difference between the two was far different from one another than even Kitty herself would care to admit, and that was perfectly fine with Marc. In due time, she would be quite the advanced fighter with his tutelage and his showmanship here within the Mission; she did want to get better as a fighter, didn't she? It was one thing to fight off thugs and mutant protestors who had a problem with her on the streets, but when you were going up against guys like Taskmaster who might've been hired to take down or capture mutants, unless she could defend herself, she'd be easily captured, and Marc wasn't willing to let anyone under his watch get captured or toppled by outside forces, no matter who they might be. But everyone had to start somewhere, and for Kitty, this was her beginning. She couldn't use her powers as a crutch, and she needed to be ready for anything, no matter what fate had to throw at her. "I will break you down and build you back up Kitty. Sometimes deconstruction is needed to rebuild yourself as a better you," he assured into her ear, fingering into her pussy even deeper than before, and with her more relaxed state after Marc had managed to slow her breathing, she was a lot more receptive to his touch body wise, which was another reason why she wouldn't be wearing clothes for a while. Maybe a few hours, a few days, but she'd be naked until he decided otherwise.

With her back on top of his chest, he made her unzip his pants and extracted his length from outside of his white pants, and reaching down below with his hand, he guided his own length into the already incredibly moist and susceptible core of Kitty right inside of her. The entry shocked her initially, and he could feel the ripple effect of chills travel through her body, but Marc fully planned on making sure that he delivered on his promise to absolutely destroy her in every conceivable way possible that both could fathom. A loud 'fuck' escaped Kitty's mouth, and Mr. Knight immediately covered her mouth with his hand that was still gloved, quietly making a shushing sound into her noise, constantly thrusting inside of his new peer. Hushed moans and whispers could be heard sputtering from Kitty's mouth, as Marc continued on with calculated, precise thrusts that were directed to certain specific regions of the mutant's core, knowing exactly what spots he just so happened to be hitting, and her body responded in kind with overwhelming sensitivity and shaking, the pleasure just absolutely ruining Kitty Pryde down to the letter. "Acknowledge me."

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“Now, now…. I won’t start with an air bubble. We can work up to things,” she replied, laughter in her tone. That same playfulness clear on her face, too. “But if a little suffocation turns you on— well, to each their own, isn’t it?” The blonde gave a tap of her chin as if thoughtful and thinking of that premise, then shrugged in quite a carefree manner. No air bubbles for now but wasn’t that just an interesting little concept? (of course it also wasn’t like she and reed had never experimented or tried things, but she’d keep that to herself.) Susan didn’t mind a little fun and trying new things. She was a scientist in her own way, or perhaps just a curious perhaps with a lust for life. After all, here she was with Tony Stark instead of trying to have this same kind of action with her husband. She imagined Reed probably wasn’t aware she had left for the day, actually. He would, in time, but it was fine. He was aware of the arrangement, they both agreed. No guilt here. Sue had no issue with being bold but perhaps some of the confidence today was a little extra compensation for trying this out. She knew she would have a good time and she wanted this, but that didn’t mean part of her still didn’t find it weird to be doing this for someone not her husband. She smirked at his words coinciding with her turning invisible. Oh, she was so good at showing off. Susan could be arrogant and prideful when needed. But she didn’t need the spotlight. Being invisible was rather useful at times.

Her slow strip tease was seen by no one. But she didn’t need to be seen to build the tension. He knew where she was, and he could see the shoes come off and then the yoga pants. So in his mind he surely had to know that she was now either commando (not correct) or only in panties (correct). Let him think that and know that but not see that. Walking around she knew that she could easily pad silently enough to have him needing to strain to try and hear her, but she tried to walk around him in a way that would make easy to hear she was moving around. But she was silent in the lead up to the kiss, letting their lips build up a heat between them before dropping back. It was fun. She liked this, she enjoyed this. It was exactly what she wanted to be doing. She laughed as he spoke, giving a hum as she thought - perhaps partly so he knew Sue was still there. “Riding you on an executive chair and being the boss. So dominating your employees is what turns you on? Tsk, tsk, Tony - you should talk to someone about that, probably.” Her tone was light and teasing. But maybe some roleplay wouldn’t be all that bad. Never say never. Leaning in, still invisible, her lips met his once. There wasn’t much of a build up this time, it was more heated and passionate from the start. Perhaps if he was good she would let him actually see a little more.

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"If I say yes, are you going to play an air bubble around my head and suffocate me to death? I have to know these things for a reason," Tony quipped, having fun with the situation. Most people hadn't known that Sue had a great sense of humor since they were probably just used to her keeping the focus together for her family whenever they were in action against an enemy, and Tony had to respect that about her. Sue knew exactly when to be completely all about business and handling it, and when to take off the work uniform and just be Sue Storm for a bit. The Invisible Woman was amazing--especially when paired together in a title with the Invincible Iron Man--but getting this opportunity to have some private time with the heart and soul of the Fantastic Four? Well this didn't come easy, and neither did the decision to do something like this, but if Reed and Sue were in an open relationship now, and he was completely okay with him doing things with his wife, then Tony sensed no pangs of guilt or wrongdoing in this little endeavor. It wasn't a secret to Reed, but privacy would be a little nice considering the public would lose their absolute brains if they found out that Iron Man and Invisible Woman were screwing each other. "Well, I am a bit used to show and tell thanks to the Stark Expo, but getting to put the pedal to the medal firsthand? I'm not gonna complain if you wanna show yourself...off..." he trailed off, watching Sue go completely invisible and strip tease the genius until she was completely naked, watching as stripped articles of clothing became visible in an instant and dropped to the ground.

He wasn't quite used to these types of experiences outside of maybe someone like Natasha doing provocative things in this type of manner, and it did send Tony's mind buzzing with wonder a bit. Was he really missing out all this time on these types of women who could get the ole noggin and imagination running, or was he just looking in all of the wrong places for the right person? Whatever the answer, Tony was just happy to be doing this with Sue right now, even if no one else outside of Reed currently knew about their shared relationship, or at least the one the two of them were interested in building together. When she finally dropped the force fields and met his lips with a soft heated kiss, the billionaire's senses were raging like wildfire within his mind right now; how could she turn him on so easily like that? There was something about Sue Storm that Tony just couldn't pass up or figure out, but this was opportunity knocking, and he'd left the door wide open. All he needed to do was invite her in, and he did so without any hesitation. "For the record, leaning back in an executive chair with you riding me like your job was on the line was the hottest fantasy I've ever had featuring you. Maybe a little roleplay enactment might be in order?" he licked his lips, running his tongue down across Sue's lower lips before giving it a small bite and pulled on it until he let go.

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