Maybe I am Just a Pasteboard Playboy.

I'm not here right now; but if you leave a message, Pepper will get back to you. || Independent. Selective. |||| MCU & 616 |||| Rebooted: 24/08/16 ||

[avengingplayboy]

[avengingplayboy]

avengingplayboy:

                  MY KINGDOM FOR A RADIO SHACK…

[avengingplayboy]

[avengingplayboy]

avengingplayboy:

                  MY KINGDOM FOR A RADIO SHACK…

[ferrumheros]

            MAYBE I AM JUST A PASTEBOARD PLAYBOY

[ferrumheros]

talentedliarloki:

          In spite of Tony having just awoken and come to face the day, Loki hadn’t slept yet. Which was only one of the reasons he was helping himself to the billionaire’s known expensive coffee.

          The other reasons ranged from liking the beverage, knowing that Stark enjoyed it hotter than most which was an extra bonus, and of course he delighted to see the scowl from over his shoulder when at last Tony made his presence known (even though Loki had felt him there long before he’d spoken).

          “I don’t know why I bother elsewhere,” The god glanced Tony’s way sharply. “Your tastes have always been a cut above the rest.”

      Tony’s brows lift a little before he brings his own mug of coffee to his lips, draining the last of the liquid from the mug. He can’t exactly work out what’s going on, if he’s about to be THREATENED or if Loki just genuinely wants coffee.

     “Other places sell this stuff, you know. You can get yourself on the delivery list, if you like it that much. I’m sure you have money. Or can GET money.” 

      He meets Loki’s eyes for a moment before he sighs, heading across the kitchen to get his refill. His morning coffee is prepared by a machine in his room, but he always needs a refill by the time he makes it to the kitchen. “Do you just steal coffee and then poof back to wherever you came from?”

[ferrumheros]

clownyqueen:

    Her brows raise, a small hand coming to meet the man’s Tony Stark ( she’s got the right guy ) as her lips curve upwards into a smile. ❝ You’re too kind, Mister Stark. ❞ Joker’s hand stays in his for longer than necessary, and she knows it. 

    Finally the green haired woman releases his hand as she speaks, ❝ The Joker . . Feel free to call me Missus J. A PLEASURE I’m sure. ❞

      He offers her a small smile as his fingers curl around her own to give her hand a shake, but when he loosens his grip she doesn’t. So he raises a brow, lets her linger, and then finally gets to drop his hand to his side. 

     “Missus J...” He repeats, his head tilting a little as his eyes sweep over her a moment. “Pleasure’s all mine... You mind me asking what brings you by?” 

[ferrumheros]

hawkctte:

                               Kate smirked a little as she heard his whispers, pretending to return the gesture she whispered back. “Awe, poor TONY.” Moving away, she smiled a little  she waved over at the person Tony was talking about. “My FATHER said you needed to speak about something, MR STARK.” She smiled a little to the other woman, not wanting to be rude.  “If you’ll EXCUSE us for a few moments, ma’am. ” 

      His eyes portray just how grateful he is when she shoots of an excuse for him, a smile on his lips as he bids the old woman farewell. Honestly, he’s incredibly glad to get a chance to sneak away. “Ugh, thank you so much--” He laughs, offering his arm to her as they work their way through the crowd. “Did you want a drink?”

[ferrumheros]

pastismyown:

Her skin feels heated under his touch, a sensation she feels only rarely. Natasha’d always been naturally cold, probably from growing up in such a cold environment. But the touching has her feeling rather warm in the most pleasant way possible and- “Ah!’ She stiffens at the bite, the noise sounding choked off given the surprise associated with it. But it’s certainly not bad. “…do that again,” she manages.

      His brows lift at her reaction, a pleased smile tugging his lips upwards a moment as she whispers for him to do it again. He shouldn’t be surprised, really. Who DOESN’T like a little biting? “God--” He groans, tossing her shirt over his shoulder as he slides his hands against her soft skin, teeth sinking into her flesh again. This time it’s a little harder, sinking into her pulse point as he brushes his fingers back down her stomach, toward her pants.

[ferrumheros]

pastismyown:

“I’ll just wait here, then,” she calls after him, though she’s unsure if he even hears her. With his back to her, it’s her turn for eyes to linger a little too long. Maybe she should go back outside and take a nice, freezing cold shower. Though a hot shower doesn’t sound so bad (alone or… no, behave). Attempting to banish the thought from her mind, Natasha curls up in one of the stupidly comfortable chairs and pulls her phone out.

      On his own, he takes a moment to brace his hands on the counter and release a soft sigh. If she were any other woman, lounging around in just one of his shirts looking like THAT, he’d be all over her. But it’s Natasha. If he tried it and she wasn’t interested, there goes their friendship. Flicking his tongue across his teeth, he picks up their mugs once he’s prepared their drinks and returns to the living room, his eyes lingering on her a moment before he approaches. “One tea, as requested. You want to watch a movie or something?” 

[ferrumheros]

pastismyown:

Of course he’s grinning like the big idiot he is. She’d expecting the smacks to get him to cut it out, but apparently she’s sorely mistaken. “Stoppit!” she manages, hands moving a little higher to aim for his throat.

     “Mm... No.” He ducks his head to the side when she aims for his throat, his brows lifting, and he quickly digs his fingers back into her ribs to tickle her HARDER. If he’s going to get punched, he wants to hear her GIGGLE first.

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

[ferrumheros]

pastismyown:

“It’s also a dangerous weapon. Which I’m sure you’d appreciate.” She just about breaths a sigh of relief when he puts a shirt on himself, though she does appreciate his abs when she gets a chance to see them. And his staring doesn’t go unnoticed, though she doesn’t say anything. “Years of practice there. Think it’s a little late for coffee- got any tea?”

     “I sure can,” He admits, eyes lingering just a moment longer, before he nods and turns away from her. “Coming right up.” Mostly because if he doesn’t get out of there he’s going to make a proposition that’ll get his throat cut. Fingers running through his hair, he pads his way to the kitchen and goes about preparing her some tea, and coffee for himself. It has no effect on him, now.

[powerfulspider-blog]

                      I don’t have a HOME.                       A home is a distraction.                       In my work, one cannot                                    have distractions. 

         I wouldn’t necessarily know a home                       if I had one, though.

[ferrumheros]

pastismyown:

Tony had been making progress in his hand to hand fighting, that much was obvious. And maybe this was what she’d been gunning for, but the brazen press of lips against her throat had still caught her by surprise. Regardless, she presses against him, dropping her head back to give him slightly better access to her ear. Apparently it was a good thing she’d locked the door to the training room on her way in.

      His free hand inches higher up her taut stomach as she tips her head back against his shoulder to expose more of that delicious throat to his lips. His fingertips inch along the skin just beneath her bra as he presses more firmly against her from behind, starting to drag her shirt up over her head with his other hand as he bites at her throat. He wants to gauge her reaction, see if she LIKES the biting, see if he can leave a few little marks... He’d like to see those.

[ferrumheros]

pastismyown:

She starts squirming the moment he presses against her side, but it’s a full blown flail when he digs in, and she shrieks in response. “Tony!” it’s all the warning he gets before one of her hands lashes out towards his chest.

      He’s laughing the moment she shrieks and starts flailing, grin etched onto his features as he keeps tickling her despite her warning. He expects the hands aiming blows at his chest, and doesn’t let up, fingers digging into her ribs as he leans closer. “Nat--”

[sunfortune]

9/∞

[weheartchrisevans]

Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months, I don’t want to lose him.

[ferrumheros]

offershope:

       “Mr Stark!” When the other finally stops and turns to look at Barry, he offers a smile. “I was just – wondering if you had any time this week to talk about the theories you posted in the New York Science Journal.” 

     “Mm,” He pauses long enough to glance at his watch, leaning against his car with his arms crossed over his chest as he tilts his head. “You’re a genuine fan and not someone plotting to kill me, right?” He’s grinning. The guy’s a bonafide nerd-- he can see that.