avengingplayboy:
         MY KINGDOM FOR A RADIO SHACKâŚ
Acquired Stardust
taylor price
cherry valley forever

Kiana Khansmith
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

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Not today Justin

Kaledo Art
Claire Keane
AnasAbdin

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shark vs the universe
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izzy's playlists!
styofa doing anything

@theartofmadeline
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Love Begins
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@ferrumheros
avengingplayboy:
         MY KINGDOM FOR A RADIO SHACKâŚ
avengingplayboy:
         MY KINGDOM FOR A RADIO SHACKâŚ
      MAYBE I AM JUST A PASTEBOARD PLAYBOY
talentedliarloki:
     In spite of Tony having just awoken and come to face the day, Loki hadnât slept yet. Which was only one of the reasons he was helping himself to the billionaireâs 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 heâd spoken).
      âI donât know why I bother elsewhere,â The god glanced Tonyâs way sharply. âYour tastes have always been a cut above the rest.â
   Tonyâs 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 canât exactly work out whatâs going on, if heâs about to be THREATENED or if Loki just genuinely wants coffee.
   âOther places sell this stuff, you know. You can get yourself on the delivery list, if you like it that much. Iâm sure you have money. Or can GET money.âÂ
   He meets Lokiâs 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. âDo you just steal coffee and then poof back to wherever you came from?â
clownyqueen:
  Her brows raise, a small hand coming to meet the manâs Tony Stark ( sheâs got the right guy ) as her lips curve upwards into a smile. â Youâre too kind, Mister Stark. â Jokerâs hand stays in his for longer than necessary, and she knows it.Â
  Finally the green haired woman releases his hand as she speaks, â The Joker . . Feel free to call me Missus J. A PLEASURE Iâm sure. â
   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 doesnât. So he raises a brow, lets her linger, and then finally gets to drop his hand to his side.Â
   âMissus J...â He repeats, his head tilting a little as his eyes sweep over her a moment. âPleasureâs all mine... You mind me asking what brings you by?âÂ
hawkctte:
                Kate smirked a little as she heard his whispers, pretending to return the gesture she whispered back. âAwe, poor TONY.â Moving away, she smiled a little  she waved over at the person Tony was talking about. âMy FATHER said you needed to speak about something, MR STARK.â She smiled a little to the other woman, not wanting to be rude.  âIf youâll EXCUSE us for a few moments, maâam. âÂ
   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, heâs incredibly glad to get a chance to sneak away. âUgh, thank you so much--â He laughs, offering his arm to her as they work their way through the crowd. âDid you want a drink?â
pastismyown:
Her skin feels heated under his touch, a sensation she feels only rarely. Natashaâd 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- âAh!â She stiffens at the bite, the noise sounding choked off given the surprise associated with it. But itâs certainly not bad. ââŚdo that again,â 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 shouldnât be surprised, really. Who DOESNâT like a little biting? âGod--â 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 itâs a little harder, sinking into her pulse point as he brushes his fingers back down her stomach, toward her pants.
pastismyown:
âIâll just wait here, then,â she calls after him, though sheâs unsure if he even hears her. With his back to her, itâs 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 doesnât 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, heâd be all over her. But itâs Natasha. If he tried it and she wasnât interested, there goes their friendship. Flicking his tongue across his teeth, he picks up their mugs once heâs prepared their drinks and returns to the living room, his eyes lingering on her a moment before he approaches. âOne tea, as requested. You want to watch a movie or something?âÂ
pastismyown:
Of course heâs grinning like the big idiot he is. Sheâd expecting the smacks to get him to cut it out, but apparently sheâs sorely mistaken. âStoppit!â she manages, hands moving a little higher to aim for his throat.
   âMm... No.â 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 heâs going to get punched, he wants to hear her GIGGLE first.
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
âactually⌠i just miss you.â
âalright, iâll leave you alone.â
âand slowly⌠i was forgotten.â
âand then everything just disappears.â
âand where do i go?â
âanyone could tell from here.â
âare you finishing that orâŚ?â
âare you stupid or stupid?â
âanything, just call me, okay?â
âbitch better have my money.â
âbro⌠thatâs so⌠not coolâŚâ
âbut did you do it?â
âcall me now. itâs urgent.â
âcanât you listen to me?â
âcross that. donât answer that.â
âdonât even think about it.â
âdonât you dare walk away.â
âdo it. i dare you.â
âdid you think i forgot?â
âeventually⌠you just move on.â
âeven if you still do.â
âeverything will fall into place.â
âfight me, you attractive stranger.â
âfor once, i need you.â
âfor once⌠i was right.â
âfor once⌠i was wrong.â
âforget i even asked you.â
âforget it. you fucking suck.â
âfuckâs sake, whatâs your problem?â
âfuck off. i mean it.â
âgive and take. thatâs life.â
âgreat. perfect. nice. fuck this.â
âhave you lost your mind?â
âhello? itâs me. i was-â
âhey⌠that wasnât so nice.â
âhereâs a glass of whatever.â
âhow about a hug, hm?â
âhow about you make me?â
âi havenât forgot you yet.â
âi canât be around you.â
âi donât need you, really.â
âi donât need this now.â
âis this your first time?â
âitâs just a cut, really.â
âit wasnât me, i swear!â
âi said i love you.â
âjust donât fuck it up.â
"just⌠come back alive, okay?â
âjust make sure youâve eaten.â
âkick his ass for me.â
âkilled him? wait, what, literally?â
âlife really sucks. feel better.â
âletting go hurts⌠a lot.â
âlet me live, will you?â
âno, i donât need you.â
ânothing can hurt me now.â
ânothing matters anymore to me.â
âokay it was me⌠so?â
âpeople lie all the time.â
âpipe the fuck down, asshole.â
âplease, you canât die now.â
âplease donât leave me alone.â
âquiet. they can hear us.â
âquick! give me your phone!â
âquicker, you freaking piece of-â
âquit it or iâll bite.â
âquit staring! theyâll notice us!â
"really? do i look stupid?â
âreal smooth, tripping over air.â
ârise and shine, sweet thing.â
ârise and fucking shine, motherfucker.â
âseriously? give me a break.â
âso⌠what are we now?â
âso⌠did you miss me?â
âso⌠can we go eat?â
âso⌠whenâs the next flight?â
âso⌠how did everything go?â
âsometimes, i wish you died.â
âso what? you did it.â
âtime passes slower without you.â
âthen what do you suggest?â
âthe fuck? who are you?â
âthen you tell me why.â
âthis is not working out.â
âthis isnât what i wanted.â
âthis is all a fucking disaster.â
âwhen did it all happen?â
âwho knew youâd be here?â
âwhy do i even bother?â
âwhy do i love you?â
âwhy didnât you tell me?â
âyouâre just⌠so, so stupid.â
âyou canât be here now.â
âyou look like an accident.â
âyou really need to go.â
âyou know who to call.â
"zero fucks given. next please.â
pastismyown:
âItâs also a dangerous weapon. Which Iâm sure youâd appreciate.â 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 doesnât go unnoticed, though she doesnât say anything. âYears of practice there. Think itâs a little late for coffee- got any tea?â
   âI sure can,â He admits, eyes lingering just a moment longer, before he nods and turns away from her. âComing right up.â Mostly because if he doesnât get out of there heâs going to make a proposition thatâll 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.
           I donât have a HOME.            A home is a distraction.            In my work, one cannot                   have distractions.Â
     I wouldnât necessarily know a home            if I had one, though.
pastismyown:
Tony had been making progress in his hand to hand fighting, that much was obvious. And maybe this was what sheâd 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 sheâd 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... Heâd like to see those.
pastismyown:
She starts squirming the moment he presses against her side, but itâs a full blown flail when he digs in, and she shrieks in response. âTony!â itâs all the warning he gets before one of her hands lashes out towards his chest.
   Heâs 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 doesnât let up, fingers digging into her ribs as he leans closer. âNat--â
9/â
Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead weâve had on Rumlow in six months, I donât want to lose him.
offershope:
    âMr Stark!â When the other finally stops and turns to look at Barry, he offers a smile. âI was just â wondering if you had any time this week to talk about the theories you posted in the New York Science Journal.âÂ
   âMm,â 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. âYouâre a genuine fan and not someone plotting to kill me, right?â Heâs grinning. The guyâs a bonafide nerd-- he can see that. Â