#loki and tony

[cofeedaifuku]

Loki is Undeniably a Fool

After being in the Avenger's tower for some months now, a requirement if he wants to stay on this planet, Loki is certain of one thing.

Anthony Stark is stupid, no matter if he is one of the smartest people on Earth, better yet, on this entire universe, the mortal still manages to be a complete idiot in the god's point of view.

Stark has everything necessary to rule over this little planet he calls home - the brains, the charisma, the influence, the resources, the power to dominate and conquer - yet he decides to waste all of this potential by going around in his iron suit saving people and eating that weird thing he calls a "cheeseburguer", again, a complete idiot. But what angers the God of Mischief the most is that even if he is an idiot, Tony Stark still manages to be irritantly charming.

Like when it's just the both of them in Tony's lab late at night where he watches the inventor work on his new ideas. Loki doesn't know when it became a routine, but after the day he followed the man for the first time to the lab out of boredom, now he always finds himself accompaying Anthony to his work place. Of course the hero teased him many times at the beggining, saying that 'if he wants his attention all he has to do is ask, no need to follow him like a lost pup', Loki immediately dismissed the absurd idea, answering that he merely 'wants to be aware of the new weapons Tony is developing'. At the start it might have been the only reason, now he isn't so sure.

But what Loki is sure is that when Tony brightly smiles after having finished something, a big, almost childish smile that contrary to the ones he offers at events or to the press, reaches his eyes almost making they glow, he gets lost in the warmth of it. Recently, to his horror, he caught himself thinking how he wishes to be the only one to bask in it.

Loki is certain that Anthony Stark is an idiot, but he can't deny that he is a fool that let himself fall for him.

[daisybell17]

Loki: chokes on something Tony: Jeez, Loki, don't die on us. Loki: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!

[fanfictasia]

Avengers: Soldier's Thunder Chapter 4: Disputes, an avengers fanfic | FanFiction

Loki-Thor Role Swap - Avengers: Soldier's Thunder - Chapter 4: Disputes - Wattpad

[duchessripper]

“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[bebx]

"undoing this character's death would take away his sacrifice and character arc" girl I don't give a shit. I'm bringing him back through the power of ao3 fix-it fics and there's nothing you can do to stop me x

[morgangalaxy43]

The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom

Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together

It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together

[bvrnesher]

❝ 𝒫ull 𝒪ut 𝒢ame ! ❞ ― marvel !

summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣

— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.

Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.

— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.

Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.

— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.

Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.

— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”

Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.

— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”

Rating: 0/10. Wicked.

— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.

Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.

— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.

Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.

[endofthelinegang]

shall I? SHALL. I.

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[cofeedaifuku]

Tony is in fact, not a fool.

Summary:

Tony's New Year’s resolutions did not include sharing his house with the God of Mischief, but he is used to getting into all kinds of crazy situations, so he goes along with it. He ends up not regretting his choice.

Why does he always get the short end of the stick? At this point he is sure that the universe has a beef with him.

"No can do" he says to Thor and watches as the other sighs.

"I know that what I'm asking is a huge favor my friend, but he changed" The god tries to argue with him.

The brunette rolls his eyes "Did you forget that he trew me out of the window and almost destroyed New York?" because he certanly didn't.

Thor clenches his jaw for only a second, it's frustrating to hear these words, even if they are true, at least to a certain point "You know that he was under the influence of an infinity stone at the time" just thinking about it makes the god's blood boil.

Tony looks at his friend with the corner of his eyes, annoyed that he can't contest "Even so, we know that your brother has never been a ray of sunshine".

Thor's eyes shine, because like in the so many battles he has been in, he found the beginning of a weakness in the opponent "What you say is indeed the truth, but this time he even went to talk with the AllFather about his wish of staying in Midgard, our mother managed to convince him to let Loki follow his own path" his voice is full of pride.

Tony mumbles something under his breath and goes to the bar to pour himself a drink "And why he would have to be here in my house from all places? I'm many things, but babysitter is not one of them" his New Year's resolutions did not include to live with the God of Mischief.

The blond follows him with wide steps "Because S.H.I.E.L.D said that the only way that they will allow Loki's stay is if he stays in a place where he would be under strong surveillance"

Tony stares at the God of Thunder for a long moment "And they suggested my house?" he will definitely have a little talk with Fury later.

Thor cleans his throat, sligthly embarassed "No, I was the one that suggested for him to stay with you".

The hero almost drops his cup, his eyes widening "Did I hear it right? You gave the ideia for your brother to stay in my house, and not only that, but the S.H.I.E.L.D agreeded?!"

"Yes!" Thor says with enthusiasm, proud of himself for have thought of such a good idea, but he cleans his throat once again by seeing that like expected, his friend doesn't think the same as him "I couldn't allow my brother to be put somewhere that would seem more like a prison than any other thing, and you were the first person that came to my mind" the god places a firm hand on one of his friend's shoulders "I know that I'm asking for a lot and that after all that happened Loki does not deserve to be trusted" the always so firm and confident voice of Thor shakes slightly and Tony almost widen his eyes at it "But he is my brother and I love him, if you do not believe in him, believe in me Tony, please".

The man doesn't turns his gaze away from Thor's, rare were the times when he saw such fragility in his blue orbs and it makes something inside him tightens and he closes his eyes.

Tony is starting to think that having a heart is not that worthwhile.

He runs his fingers through his hairs in an agitated manner "I know I'm going to regret this" the man grumbles and once again raises his gaze to meet the full of expectations and uncertainty of Thor's "I swear that if he throw me out of my window again-" Tony doesn't have the time to finish his sentence because Thor's mouth blooms in a huge smile before the god lets out one of his thunderous and warm laughters, promptly hugging the smaller man and raising him from the ground.

"Thank you my friend, you have my eternal gratitude" Thor says with all the sincerity of the world, no matter how much he expected a positive answer when he came to talk with Stark, he wasn't certain that it would truly happen and he wouldn't blame his friend from refusing his request. Moments like this are the ones where the god truly sees how lucky he is to have found a family like Tony and the rest of the Avengers.

Forget being killed by Reindeer Games, if Thor continues to hug him like this he won't last the next minute "Thor, I can't breath" he says with the last remains of air in his body.

Immediately the God of Thunder releases him from his arms and Tony takes deep breaths, some color coming back to his face. Thor looks at him with a somewhat guilty expression "I apologize".

"Yeah yeah, just hurry and bring your brother before I change my mind".

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To his surprise, there weren't any attempts against his life from his guest, actually he barely saw Loki during the first week, but there were a lot of times where he could have sworn he was being watched. The man knows that he is a naturally paranoic person, however, taking into account the abillities of the God of Mischief it's justifiable.

The turning point was in the middle of the second week when Tony was in the kitchen, important files in one hand and a cheeseburger in another. He almost choked on his food when a familiar voice from behind him caught him by surprise.

"What are you eating?" it was what the god asked him while wearing a neutral expression with a hint of curiosity.

That was the day that Tony Stark found out that the God of Mischief, Loki Laufeyson didn't know what a cheeseburger was. He didn't know which feeling inside him were stronger - the shock of knowing that someone doesn't know what a cheeseburger is or the raw indignation of such a fact.

The inventor made a point of ordering cheeseburgers for dinner. As expected Loki didn't show up, so he left the food on the kitchen's table before going to sleep.

In the next morning when he went to make his coffee, Tony got pleasantly surprised, even smug, to see that the food on top of the table was gone. Later he came across Loki in the living room, the other was laying on a couch reading a book about whatever the subject might be and only raised an eyebrow before proceeding to continue his way to his workshop before the god's voice stops him on his tracks.

"It's repugnant, the cheeseburger"

Tony's lips turn into grin "It doesn't surprise me for you to think like this, it's well known that Asgardians have extremely dubious tastes".

His smile widens when he hears the god scoff.

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Unexpectedly, Tony got used to the god's presence in his workshop while he worked on his new projects fairly quickly, Loki didn't disturb him with small talk or useless questions, instead they were very pertinent and for once Tony had someone that could keep up with his quick mind. Well, he knew the god was smart.

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Tony Stark always has a plan B, always manages to create a solution to whatever the problem might be, and even when caught off guard he is quick to analyze the new situation and figure it out the best way to deal with it.

None of that applied when he noticed that he started to count with the god's presence in the nights he spent working, that he got impacient when Loki took too long to show up and that he looked forward to their talks and exchanges of snarky comments and witty remarks.

But it was when he caught himself flashing a smile that almost never blooms on his lips to the god that the realization hits him like lightning, he might have fallen into one of Loki's spells.

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"I just think you should try it again" Tony says while making sure that the new system of his suit comes out perfect.

Loki rolls his eyes and places his book aside "I refuse to let that disgusting thing anywhere near my mouth again".

"But maybe now your palate got fixed so it can appreciate a cheeseburger".

"You are an idiot Anthony".

Tony grins "But I'm your idiot".

A small smile blooms on Loki's face, one that Tony learned that carries way more feelings than what it shows, and it's reserved only for him.

"Yes, I think you are" Loki says with a soft voice that is rarely used, and when Tony brightly smiles at him, his heart is invaded with everything that is Tony Stark and he feels complete, hoping to forever bask in the warmth of it.

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A little more than a year passed since Loki Laufeyson started living with Tony Stark, and it has been a little more than four months since the day they announced that they were in a relationship, to the surprise and horror of many, and to Thor's delight.

[actually-mentally-ill]

when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n

[fanfictasia]

Febuwhump Day 13

“i don’t trust anyone else”

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Everything Will Turn Out just Fine

Light footsteps alert him of an approacher, though FRIDAY never warned him of anything. “Hey, Bruce,” he says without looking up. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I’m not Bruce,” Loki says, yanking the welder from Tony’s hands and dropping it on the bench. “And we need to talk.”

He jerks back, instantly on full alert. “I told you not to come down here. How did you not alert FRIDAY?”

“You can’t trust me, but you have to believe me,” he replies, sitting on the edge of the workbench as though that’s a place to sit on. The playfulness is gone. He’s not even carrying the light mockingness that he was in New York. No, this is dead, flat, some sort of fear.

“Yeah. Sure.” Tony shrugs, though he can’t shake the instant bad feeling – he’s expecting to get jumped. “Why are you telling me? How not Thor or Bruce?”

“Because you’re the only one who will believe me.” He leans forwards, eyes sharp, but the fear in them is wild, real, something Tony knows, too, because he’s seen it on himself. “Thor wouldn’t listen. Bruce would think I’m lying. But you know it, you saw it, just like me. I’m not the only threat to your world, and we need to be ready, but there’s – there’s nothing we can…”

“What threat?” Tony demands sharply. Fear isn’t cold. It’s more than that, freezing in his veins and burning his skin at once, a whispering, familiar voice from so long ago.

“You could've saved us. Why didn’t you do more?”

“You saw it. When you destroyed that ship in New York. The army, the… when I fell into the void, I met them. But they’ll come for us, he’ll come for –” Loki cuts himself off, breathing in deeply. He’s panicking. Whomever he’s talking about, it’s someone who even terrifies Loki. “His name is –”

“Sir,” FRIDAY speaks up, first proof that Loki didn’t kill her to get in here. “Secretary Ross has just entered the premises.”

[mcuchallenge]

SUPERHERO DAY MCUCHALLENGE YEAR OF CELEBRATIONS

*Your top 10 turned into a top dozen, cause 3 characters shared the 10th place ;P Thank you to everyone who took part in our tag game, shared their favorite superheroes with us and participated in this event!*

[urdreamydoodles]

MARVEL COMICS CHARACTERS x FEM!READER

Marvel Comics Characters Receiving a Dirty Picture from You in Public

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Marc Spector, Johnny Storm, Reed Richards, Felicia Hardy, Stephen Strange, Namor, Johnny Blaze, Eddie Brock / Venom, T'Challa & Elektra Natchios

God, I love Marvel Comics...

Peter Parker aka. Spider-Man

Peter has been through a lot. He’s fought villains, lost people he’s loved, and carried the weight of responsibility since he was a kid. But nothing—not Venom, not Doctor Octopus, not the Green Goblin—has ever hit him as hard as opening his phone and seeing you.

He’s perched upside-down on a fire escape, mid-stakeout with Daredevil, when his phone buzzes. He barely glances at it at first, assuming it’s an update from MJ or the Bugle. But then—his Spidey-Sense misfires. His stomach drops. And suddenly, he’s scrambling so fast that he almost falls off the fire escape.

“...Parker?” Matt’s voice is suspicious, brow furrowing beneath the red mask. Peter clutches his phone like a lifeline, heat rushing to his face, his entire body going rigid. “Uh—nope! Nothing’s wrong! Totally fine! Just, uh—gotta—go!” Before Matt can say another word, Peter web-slings away, heart pounding.

Later, in his apartment, he stares at the image, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. Then, fumbling with his phone, he types back: You cannot just drop this on me in the middle of a mission. I almost DIED. You’re gonna make it up to me. In person. Immediately.

Tony Stark aka. Iron Man

Tony Stark is always the one making people flustered. He’s the king of inappropriate timing, the grandmaster of chaos. So when you flip the game on him? When you send him something completely indecent while he’s in the middle of a live press conference? Oh, he is in trouble.

He’s mid-sentence, standing in front of a sea of reporters, when his phone vibrates. He glances at it without thinking, because hey, it might be about stock prices or another alien invasion. But no. No, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

He visibly freezes. Blinks. Blanches. Then—his brain blue screens. The entire room stares as Tony suddenly cuts off mid-sentence, clears his throat, and forces a smirk that’s absolutely not covering up a crisis. “Uh—ladies and gentlemen, I think that’s enough questions for today.”

The moment he’s offstage, he stumbles into the nearest private room, yanks at his tie, and pulls out his phone like it holds the meaning of life. He types back immediately: Oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart. I hope you’re home right now, because I’m on my way, and I’m bringing consequences.

Steve Rogers aka. Captain America

Steve is not a prude. He’s been around, he’s seen things. But there’s something about you—about the way you know exactly how to knock the breath from his lungs—that makes him feel like a kid again.

He’s in the middle of a strategy meeting with Sam and Bucky, his shield leaning against the table, when his phone vibrates. He checks it without thinking, eyes flicking down—and then every muscle in his body tenses. His grip on the phone tightens. His ears burn red.

“You good, Rogers?” Bucky gives him a knowing smirk, because he immediately recognizes that look—Steve flustered beyond belief. Steve clears his throat, hard, locking his phone like it’s offended him. “Fine,” he says, voice a little too even. “Let’s, uh—let’s keep going.”

But later, when he’s alone, he exhales deeply, pressing a hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, with slow deliberation, he types: I hope you know what you just started. Because I don’t break my promises, sweetheart. And I promise—you’re not leaving that bed when I get there.

Thor Odinson aka. God of Thunder

Thor has seen battles, has waged wars across the cosmos, has faced monsters and gods. But when his phone pings—when he sees the absolute sin that you’ve just sent him—he forgets how to breathe.

He is in the middle of the Avengers’ common room, laughing boisterously with Bruce and Natasha, when he pulls out his phone. He expects something simple—a text from his brother, perhaps, or a message from Jane. But instead? Instead, he sees you.

The entire room feels it when Thor’s laughter stops. There is a moment—just a beat of silence—before the lights flicker. The air crackles with static electricity. His fingers twitch around the phone, and then, in a low, very serious voice, he mutters, “By the Norns…”

Natasha raises an eyebrow, but Thor abruptly stands, clearing his throat. “I must depart. Urgently.” Bruce frowns. “What? Why?” Thor barely offers an explanation before storming out of the room, typing furiously: You dare tempt the God of Thunder? Very well, little one. You shall learn what it means to summon a storm.

Loki Laufeyson aka. God of Mischief

Loki is the undisputed master of control. He is calm, composed, always one step ahead of everyone else. But when you send him something so shameless, so brazen, in the middle of an important diplomatic event in Asgard—he nearly drops his goblet of wine.

He’s reclining on his throne, listening to some dull ambassador drone on about trade negotiations, when his phone vibrates. He lifts it lazily, expecting nothing of importance—until he sees you.

His entire body goes rigid. His grip tightens around the goblet, the silver denting beneath his fingers. His green eyes darken, and for the first time in centuries, he feels his pulse stutter. The ambassador keeps talking, oblivious, but Loki? Loki is seething.

Later, in his chambers, he lounges on his bed, turning the phone over in his fingers before smirking. Then, with slow, careful precision, he types: You dare tease the God of Mischief? Oh, darling, you are in such trouble. And you know how much I enjoy trouble.

Clint Barton aka. Hawkeye

Clint Barton is used to chaos. He’s fought alien invasions, taken down crime syndicates, and, most impressively, lived in a house with three dogs and somehow survived. But nothing—not the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D., not even Kate Bishop’s endless sarcasm—could have prepared him for this.

He’s in the middle of a debriefing with Captain America and Black Widow when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it, but boredom gets the better of him. He sneaks a glance, tilting the screen just slightly—and immediately chokes on his coffee.

“Barton?” Natasha’s voice is sharp, her suspicious gaze snapping to him. Steve looks concerned. Clint, on the other hand, is malfunctioning. He quickly locks his phone, pressing it to his thigh like it’s burning him. “Yep. All good. Just… wrong text thread. You know how it is.”

The second he’s alone, he whistles, rubbing a hand down his face before sending a text: You are absolutely trying to kill me, aren’t you? I’m a trained marksman, babe. You know I always hit my target. Hope you’re ready.

Natasha Romanoff aka. Black Widow

Natasha Romanoff is a professional. She’s endured psychological conditioning, trained with the deadliest assassins in the world, and can lie so well that even she forgets what’s real. But when you send her something so utterly filthy, in the middle of a high-stakes poker game with some very dangerous people—she nearly loses her composure.

She’s holding a perfect poker face, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between her fingers (purely for effect). Then, her phone buzzes. She never checks her phone during missions, but for some reason, she does this time.

The second she sees the image, her fingers twitch. She almost fumbles her cigarette. Almost. A single slow breath is all that betrays her before she locks the screen and smirks, adjusting her sunglasses to hide the flicker of heat in her gaze.

Later, after she’s won the game (because of course she has), she finally responds: You must be very confident, sending me something like that. I hope you know what happens when I catch my prey, моя любовь (my love). Because I always catch them.

Bucky Barnes aka. Winter Soldier

Bucky is already always on edge. He spent decades being controlled, his mind fractured, his instincts constantly telling him that danger lurks around every corner. But when his phone vibrates in the middle of a mission briefing and he makes the mistake of checking it—he nearly self-destructs.

He’s sitting next to Sam Wilson, arms crossed, trying to focus on the tactical discussion. Then, out of habit, he glances at his phone. And suddenly? His enhanced heartbeat spikes. His grip on the phone tightens, metal fingers creaking.

Sam immediately notices. “Dude. You okay?” Bucky doesn’t answer. He just exhales deeply, jaw clenching, and locks his phone like it’s personally offended him. “Fine,” he mutters, but the way his throat bobs betrays him.

Later, in the privacy of his room, he leans against the wall, pressing his flesh hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, he types—slow, deliberate, full of promise: You are playing with fire, doll. And you know I don’t burn alone.

Matthew Murdock aka. Daredevil

Matt has learned to control himself. He has to, considering his senses pick up everything. The heartbeat of a liar, the scent of blood, the whisper of fabric against skin. But when he puts in his earpiece during a stakeout with Elektra and hears you—sultry, teasing, wicked—his composure shatters.

Your voice is a purr, warm and full of amusement, as you describe, in explicit detail, exactly what you want to do to him. Every syllable slides into his ear like a sin, and for the first time in years, Matt Murdock forgets how to breathe.

“Murdock.” Elektra’s voice is unimpressed. “Are you even listening?” Matt clenches his jaw, forcing his expression into something neutral as he slowly removes the earpiece. “Yeah,” he lies, his voice way too tight. “Loud and clear.” But his fingers twitch, betraying him.

Later, alone in his apartment, he plays the message again. And again. Until his own heartbeat is thunderous in his ears. Then, with a slow smirk, he records his reply—his voice low, gravelly, barely more than a rasp: Angel, you have no idea what you’ve just done. And I promise—you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Frank Castle aka. The Punisher

Frank Castle does not fluster. He’s a man who’s seen the worst of the world, a soldier who has lost everything. He does not get distracted. But when he’s sitting in the middle of a grimy bar, brooding over a whiskey, and his phone vibrates—everything stops.

He checks it absently, expecting intel from Micro or maybe a warning from Daredevil. But instead, he gets you. And just like that, his grip on the glass tightens. His jaw locks. His entire body tenses, muscles coiled, because you have just sent him something so utterly indecent that he has to set his whiskey down before he crushes the glass.

The bartender notices. “You good, man?” Frank barely glances up, his fingers white-knuckled around his phone. “Fine,” he mutters, voice rough. He shoves his phone back in his pocket and downs the rest of his drink in one go.

Later, in the dead of night, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, before sending a single message: You think you’re real cute, huh? Yeah. Keep that same energy when I get home. See if you’re still smirking when I’ve got my hands on you.

Marc Spector aka. Moon Knight

Marc has lived multiple lives. A mercenary. A vigilante. A fist of vengeance. But the moment his phone vibrates in the middle of a stakeout, and he sees you—he nearly blows his own cover.

He’s perched on a rooftop, watching a weapons deal go down, his mind sharp and focused. Then, out of habit, he checks his phone. His breath hitches. His grip tightens around the device, and he has to physically restrain himself from groaning. Khonshu’s voice rumbles in his mind: "Your mortal desires are distracting, Spector." Marc grits his teeth. "Yeah, no shit."

“Something wrong?” Jake’s voice purrs from inside his head, amused. “She send you something nice, hermano?” Marc rolls his eyes, exhaling sharply before locking his phone. “Mind your damn business.” But his pulse is thundering.

Later, back at his apartment, he leans against the wall, staring at the image before typing: You have no idea what you’ve just done. Hope you’re home. Hope you’re ready.

Johnny Storm aka. Human Torch

Johnny Storm is used to attention. He thrives on it. He’s a celebrity, a hero, a walking flame. But when you send him something scandalous in the middle of a live television interview, even he isn’t ready for it.

He’s laughing, flashing his signature cocky grin at the camera, when his phone buzzes. He checks it without thinking—because hey, it might be Sue yelling at him again—but instead, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

Johnny visibly chokes. His entire body tenses. For the first time ever, he forgets what he was saying. The interviewer blinks. “Uh… Johnny?” His brain short-circuits. His face heats—literally. The tips of his ears ignite before he clenches his fists and forces himself to not spontaneously combust on live television.

The second the interview is over, he’s sprinting to his dressing room, slamming the door shut and typing frantically: Ohhh, you are in trouble. You’re really trying to set me on fire, huh? Hope you’re home, babe, ‘cause I’m flying over. Right. Now.

Reed Richards aka. Mister Fantastic

Reed Richards is a genius. His mind is constantly working at speeds beyond human comprehension. But when he’s mid-lecture at a prestigious scientific conference and his phone vibrates—his brilliant mind suddenly goes blank.

He absently checks his phone, half-expecting an alert from the Baxter Building. But instead, it’s you. Wearing almost nothing.

For a solid ten seconds, he is frozen. His eyes slightly widen. His fingers twitch. And then, very slowly, he locks his phone and clears his throat. “Ah—excuse me, esteemed colleagues, but I must—um—attend to an urgent matter.”

Later, he adjusts his glasses, staring at the image with a fascinated, almost scientific appreciation. Then, with methodical precision, he types: You are a very distracting woman. I will be conducting an… in-depth study on you as soon as I return. Expect a thorough examination.

Felicia Hardy aka. Black Cat

Felicia Hardy is a master of seduction. She flusters men for fun. But when she’s in the middle of a high-stakes casino heist, and you send her something utterly indecent, even she loses her composure.

She’s leaning against the bar, sipping an expensive martini, eyes locked on her mark. Then, her phone buzzes. She lazily checks it, expecting an update from her crew. But instead? Instead, she sees you.

Her eyelashes flutter. Her lips part just slightly. And for the first time in years, her poker face cracks. The bartender—oblivious—raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay, miss?” Felicia exhales, smirking as she locks her phone. “Oh, it’s better than okay.”

Later, she lounges on silk sheets, staring at the picture before purring into her phone: You really think you can tease me, kitten? Oh, sweetheart… you just made a very expensive bet. And I never lose.

Stephen Strange aka. Doctor Strange

Stephen Strange is not easily shaken. He’s fought cosmic horrors, bent reality, and wielded power beyond mortal comprehension. But when he’s in the middle of a magical duel with Dormammu, and you send him a sinfully explicit picture—he almost loses.

He’s mid-incantation, floating above the Sanctum’s rooftop, when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it—except something in the back of his mind tells him it’s you. He flicks his fingers, glancing at the screen—and immediately regrets it.

His spell stutters. His fingers twitch. The fabric of reality briefly warps. Wong, standing below, yells, “What the hell was that?!” Stephen clenches his jaw, locking his phone immediately before snapping his wrist and repairing the timeline. “Nothing,” he mutters. “Absolutely nothing.”

The moment the battle is over, he retreats into his study, loosening his Cloak, before typing: You dare distract the Sorcerer Supreme? You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed, darling. And I do hope you’re prepared for consequences beyond mortal comprehension.

Namor aka. The Sub-Mariner

Namor is a king. He does not answer to anyone. He has waged war against the surface world, stood against the mightiest heroes, and commands the loyalty of an entire empire. But when he is seated on his throne, discussing politics with his council, and his communicator vibrates—everything else becomes irrelevant.

He glances down, expecting a diplomatic missive. Instead, he is greeted by you—a vision of temptation, captured in a way that only he has the privilege to see. His grip on the communicator tightens, his lips parting slightly. The light of the display reflects in his dark, narrowed eyes.

The council drones on, but Namor hears nothing. His golden gauntlets flex, his knuckles tightening as his jaw sets. A slow, deliberate exhale is all that betrays his reaction. But those closest to him—his most trusted generals—see the flicker of something dangerous in his expression. A storm, barely contained.

Later, as he stands upon his balcony, overlooking the endless ocean, he types a single response: You seek to tempt a king, my love? Then be prepared for the wrath of a god. When next we meet, you will drown in my devotion.

Johnny Blaze aka. Ghost Rider

Johnny Blaze has seen Hell—literally. He has ridden across the desolate highways of damnation, stared into the abyss, and laughed. But when he’s sitting in a biker bar, nursing a whiskey and half-listening to some guy ramble about the Devil, his phone vibrates. And when he checks it—he nearly sets the whole place on fire.

The image of you is burned into his mind, seared into his soul. He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening around the glass. His knuckles go white. Somewhere deep inside, the Spirit of Vengeance chuckles.

“Something wrong, Blaze?” One of the other bikers eyes him warily. Johnny forces a smirk, setting his whiskey down before he crushes the glass in his grip. “Nah,” he rasps, his voice a little too rough. “Just realized I got… unfinished business to take care of.”

Later, on his Hellfire-coated bike, he sends a text: You got a real bad habit of making me wanna sin, sweetheart. And I promise—I’ll make sure you repent. Over. And over.

Eddie Brock & Venom aka. Venom

Eddie Brock has been through hell. He’s fought monsters, been one himself, lost everything, and still kept going. But nothing—not a damn thing—could prepare him for the absolute carnage of getting that picture from you in the middle of a crowded subway.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, Venom muttering in his head about wanting tater tots, when the image loads. For a solid five seconds, he is completely still. Then—

“Eddie.” Venom’s voice rumbles, amused. “Your mate is very… bold. We approve.” Eddie, red-faced, slams his phone against his chest like that’ll somehow erase what just happened. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, eyes darting around to make sure no one saw. A teenager across from him raises an eyebrow.

Later, when he’s alone, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he types back: Oh, you think you’re being cute, huh? Yeah. Just wait till I get my hands on you. Hell, maybe we’ll even let Venom have a little fun, too.

T’Challa aka. Black Panther

T’Challa is a king, a warrior, a legend. His mind is a fortress, his will unshakable. But when he is seated in the royal palace of Wakanda, surrounded by dignitaries, and his Kimoyo Beads alert him to a personal message—his focus wavers.

He allows himself a discreet glance. And in that moment? His heart skips a single beat. His fingers—steady even in the heat of battle—tighten just slightly around his beads. His expression does not change. But to those who know him well—Okoye, Shuri—they notice the subtlest flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

Shuri smirks. “Brother,” she murmurs, leaning in. “You look… distracted.” T’Challa exhales deeply, locking the message with a casual flick of his fingers. “I am merely… anticipating a conversation.”

Later, when he is alone, he reviews the picture once more, fingers grazing his jaw before he types: You are testing my patience, beloved. And you know I am a man of great discipline. But for you? I am willing to break my own rules. Expect me soon.

Elektra Natchios aka. Elektra

Elektra Natchios does not fluster. She has slit the throats of kings, danced on the edge of oblivion, and played cat-and-mouse with death itself. But when she is sharpening her sai on the rooftop of a New York high-rise and her phone buzzes—her grip falters.

The blade nicks her glove. Barely. But it happens. Her lips part in a slow, dangerous smirk as she tilts the phone toward the moonlight, drinking in the absolute audacity of your message.

“Something amusing?” A voice—a rival assassin, lurking in the shadows. Elektra does not answer. She merely tucks her phone away, standing smoothly, her stance lethal. “Yes,” she purrs. “Something… very amusing.”

Later, as she leans against the window of her penthouse, she finally sends a reply: You are so very reckless, my love. And I do enjoy breaking reckless little things.

[darealsaltysam]

some of my favorite lines of dialogue i've overheard in marvel rivals so far

(keep in mind these are all paraphrased im going off of memory cuz i never have the reflex to screenshot these as they happen oops)

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"I never had kids, but I did have the Avengers. Same thing." - Iron Man spawning in

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"One for me, one for Steven, one for Jake." - Moon Knight after getting a triple kill

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"Can you teach me some of your magic-?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I think you've had enough chaos already." - Loki & Scarlet Witch interaction

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"You have made your father proud, Wanda, my dear." - Magneto when assisting a Scarlet Witch with a kill

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"No one breaks a bargain with me twice."

"So I can do it once?" - Hela & Loki interaction

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"When I said "No More Mutants" you were who I meant, Logan." - Scarlet Witch after killing a Wolverine

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"How did you learn magic?"

"A place called Kamar-Taj."

"Oh so you weren't bitten by, like, a radioactive sorcerer?"

"[Extremely exasperated] Peter, please..." - Doctor Strange & Spiderman interaction

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"Leave real magic to the grown-ups, Ilyana." - Scarlet Witch killing a Magik

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"Nerd win!" - Bruce Banner if he gets a kill in his non-Hulk form

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"Are you fast enough to stop a bullet, if I shot you?"

"Well, you won't be able to. I already dismantled the inner-mechanisms of all of your guns."

"Wh- What?!"

"Now if you behave yourself I might fix them." - Punisher & Magneto interaction

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"So you can talk to rodents?"

"Tippy-Toe seems to think so!"

"Can you try and convince Rocket to clean his bunk?"

"There are some things even I can't do, I'm afraid." - Star-Lord and Squirrel Girl interaction

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"We sense great darkness and chaos within you, woman."

"You're one to talk, Venom."

"No, we... Find it strangely... Attractive."

"...Somehow, that made me want to save this universe less." - Venom & Scarlet Witch interaction

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"It's good to be fighting side by side again, like in the old days."

"Back when you used children as soldiers for your cause?"

"When you put it like that, you make me sound like a terrible father."

"For once, we agree on something." - Magneto & Scarlet Witch interaction

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"[in the sassiest tone you can imagine] Your GOD is SUFFERING!!!" - Loki taking damage

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[i also dont remember the exact dialogue but there IS one with rocket asking to buy bucky's arm. so yes we won there]