M A R I A   S T A R K
mother & wife
canon divergent
indie marvel rp
multi-verse/ship

semi-private & selective brought to life by
manon

established 2013
rebooted 9/2014, 8/30/15 & 4/1/16



other blog:
ELIZABETH MARCH
theme by MARIE.


4 yrs as maria, 6 yrs on tumblr.
*birds at top of theme are links!*
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indvstries:

           A hand went up to run through her soft hair, letting her tongue dance with
           his own. He only let out a small hum in response to her question from earlier,
           he had forgot to answer it distracted by her. He want to run his hands over
           every inch of her, give it time he would have touched every spot and by that not
           only with his hands. Yes, in recent days, their time together in private affairs has
           been rather lacking for he easily got caught up in his work again, the distraction
           of her had not been as adamant as it was when they first married, his hands never
           staying off of the girl for he always wanted to be with her rather than working. But
           this was not to say he was growing out of love, but with growing technology he had
           to put more effort in to his work that took up most of his time.

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           He was quick to move his hands back to her waist–slightly lower, Howard moved
           them around the room, dancing in intimacy, turning them around so she was now
           where he just stood, though closer to the counter now behind her. The inventor
           grabbed a fist full of her dress pulling it up to EXPOSE more of her legs, before
           bunching up. He got a nice grip on her, she was so light, almost as a feather, as he
           lifted her onto the counter breaking the kiss at this moment. Howard just smiled at
           her, as he looked to her, his hands moving further up her leg, his body position
           between them. And after what felt a LIFETIME gazing to her, he kissed her again, a
           quick kiss on her lips then down her neck only stopping at her collarbone to leave
           a mark. 

          but because maria is so selfless, or maybe selfish in this scenario, she won’t bug howard about how he’s neglected her, won’t dare to call him out. not when he’s being so sweet and affectionate towards her. if anything, maria will eat it up, his presence before her and his hands at her waist prompting her breath to catch in her throat as their gazes meet and hold. it feels like an eternity, really, but before she knows it, she’s turned around and her back is pressed to the counter, his hands moving to lift the skirt of her dress..

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          not that she cares. no, maria doesn’t mind it at all. lips meeting his almost desperately, she’ll hum approvingly as he lifts her up onto the counter to settle between her exposed legs, his hands slipping up along her thighs prompting the italian to shiver. his touch still excites her more than she cares to admit, but her body always betrays her in showing just how much his touch affects her. when the kiss breaks, though, their gazes will meet again, and that is when his hands begin to slide up just a little bit further before pouts meet once more, his own soon trailing down along her neck and collarbone before he’s sucking a mark against her skin. both arms move to wrap around his neck to hold him close, head tilted back to accommodate his actions as he continues to greedily do as he pleases.   ❛ howard… ❜   she’ll squeal softly and excitedly, his hands still moving up along her thighs.