Men of Marvel

MCU-themed multi-muse smut blog. Straight. Mun is over 21, will not write with anyone under 18. NSFW. Featuring all the men of the MCU. [Don't see the character you're looking for? Request him!]

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Intro

OPEN STARTERS | MUSES | GUIDELINES | MEMES | WANTED OPPOSITES

[ under construction ]

[menofmarvelx]

Writing a few more starters here before doing my drafts. Feel free to IM me to discuss plots if you've just followed me!

[menofmarvelx]

-> open to: f. -> muse: sam wilson, captain america.

Sam leaned back in the shadowed booth of the smoky jazz club, one arm draped casually over the backrest while his eyes swept the room. When she finally approached, he straightened up. “You’re… the contact?” He shouldn’t have been surprised. This game was full of deadly beautiful women, but another femme fatale? Sam let out a low, disbelieving chuckle and rubbed a hand over his jaw. One of these days, one of them was going to be the death of him. Probably before Bucky even got the chance. “I gotta admit,” he said, voice smooth but edged with heat, “I wasn’t expecting another bombshell walking my way. Guess that’s the price of wearing the shield these days.” His gaze drifted down her figure for half a second before snapping back to her eyes. She was trouble. The kind he absolutely shouldn’t be thinking about right now.

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-> open for: f. -> muse: peter parker, spider-man.

Be social, right? That’s what Peter told himself. His somewhat run down apartment was far from comforting. So when he was invited to a party at one of his neighbor’s apartment, he jumped on the chance. ”… Yeah, that’s what I am.” Peter was usually not this awkward, he told himself, but beautiful women had that effect on him. ”Do you often go to these, uh, parties?”

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-> open for: f. -> muse: bucky barnes, the winter soldier.

Bucky stared at the text again before slipping the phone back into his jacket. Why else would she call him? He didn’t exactly have a long list of people who wanted his company these days. When she asked him to come to her apartment, he grabbed his gear out of habit and showed up armed, duffel slung over his shoulder. At least this was his choice. No handler. No mission file. He wasn’t being forced to be here. Bucky knocked once, then stepped inside when she opened the door. The second he saw her in the low light, something shifted in his chest. His gaze lingered a second too long on the curve of her hips before he caught himself. “You said it was important,” he muttered, voice low. “You alright?” He set the duffel down but kept his jacket on, trying not to notice how good she smelled or the way she was looking at him. The thought that she might want him here for something else still hadn’t fully crossed his mind.

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-> open for: f. -> muse: bob reynolds, sentry.

People came and went. Some were people he knew, most were strangers. Being part of the New Avengers was not something he had ever prepared himself for. While others were put there doing actual missions, Bob mostly just walked the corridors of the building, kept his mind busy doing other things. Then, he felt it. The faint presence of someone else. He stills, lifting his head, eyes sharpening as they land on a woman standing further down the corridor, unexpected and out of place in a building that never quite felt welcoming to him either. For a moment, he just watches, uncertainty flickering across his face like a passing shadow, before he exhales and takes a cautious step closer, voice low and careful, as if afraid of what might answer back. “Didn’t think anyone else would be up here.”

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-> open for: f. -> muse: john walker, us agent.

John stood near the heavy bag, hands wrapped tight, knuckles flexing like he’s trying to keep something contained rather than let it loose. The room hummed with low fluorescent light, the air thick with the aftermath of too many hits thrown too hard. He stilled the swinging bag with one hand, then glances over as he notices her. Just standing there, watching. His posture straightens, guarded, eyes sharp as they settle on her. There’s a brief pause before he speaks, voice rough, edged with impatience. “Didn’t take this place for a viewing gallery,” he mutters, then adds, quieter but firmer, “You need something, or you just passing through?”

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-> open for: f. -> muse: shang-chi.

Shang fell onto a bench, reaching for the towel that he had strategically placed nearby. She had again proved why exactly she was a match and she never ceased to surprise him during their sparring. For one, she wasn't afraid of taking on a man. It seemed as if he was always encouraged to go all in with her and for good reason. She could take him. It all helped him, too. It kept his body in shape, kept him ready for anything that might come his way. In the end, it was a mutually beneficial deal. "I guess that's why you're the teacher and I am just unemployed. On purpose!" He couldn't stand the rich assholes he would often have to deal with at his work. She was more his type of person. "But if there are any openings, let me know. I'm sure I could be of help around here."

[menofmarvelx]

It's been a while since I've last posted anything. Life just got in the way and I apologize. For the most part, I will start fresh and post starters. For now, however, my priority will be on my Discord (ask if you want it!) and the threads I got on there.

[darlingshane]

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle THE PUNISHER: ONE LAST KILL

[menofmarvelx]

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.

[lumons]

ROBERT 'BOB' REYNOLDS THUNDERBOLTS (2025)

[boyd-stevens]

THOR: RAGNAROK 2017, dir. Taika Waititi

[bucky-barnez]

loki + the black suit

⇏ thor ragnarok

[somebrokenfate]

"Isn't that the super fucking hard Japanese deck?" Allie was actually a little impressed, letting him in on some of her own interests might just tease him a little more, so why not? "I'm pretty basic. I have a red and black deck at home. You're the only thing I'm thinking of tapping now, though." Her tongue wet her lips before she broke out in a smile. "Yeah? Everywhere? Hmmmm. I think I want to know how much you'd like that, Peter."

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"... Yeah? Got an old deck off eBay a couple of months ago, but after they released Neon Dynasty, I also went f-..." What was he doing? Peter immediately got distracted, but it was so sudden that it threw him off guard. Then again, it suddenly gave him some advantage. It revealed more about her. Was all of this an act? What was really going on? But she immediately threw him back to where he was. How did she manage to make him blush like this? "I, uh... I mean, I'd really like that. I'm sure you would like it, too. I mean, you're.. Here or a reason after all, and... Fuck, okay. I really want it. Like, really. I'd trade it for a Black Lotus." Not that he had one. But if she was initiated into the hobby, she knew the comparison he was trying to make.

[fuyante]

"What's the last good thing you had to eat?" Noémie tried to think on if she'd ever seen him eat, and if so, what it had been. "You know," A faint smile came, "I did offer to cook for you- but you didn't accept." Her thumbs pressed into his shoulders, working the lather with unhurried strokes. "If you're looking to try some place new, though…I'd recommend France. Not just because it's my home, but the South has a more relaxed pace." A small smile touched her lips as she tried to picture it: him, sitting outside a café, sunlight slanting across the table, a paper in his hands instead of his usual things. "I think it might do you some good."

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"Must have been a pastrami from this place not too far from where I sleep, or a great bacon egg roll I forced myself to eat. I did not take as much pleasure in the last one as I should have, y' know?" He ate out of necessity. He was always on the move. This was the most static he had been for a long time. Her hands were just as convincing in that moment, keeping him steady in place. "I think I'd like that. Might be a bit slower than what I am used to." It sounded like a different world to whatever he knew, but he did not reject it. It was strange to even picture himself in it. "You sure Paris ain't more my style? Like that movie, about those three guys fighting against the police after some riot hurt their friend?" Frank could not recall the title or how long it was since he had seen it. But it somehow still spoke to him.

[sarawritesx]

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.

[menofmarvelx]

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.