(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

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How they let you know that they're in the mood

Bucky Barnes:
Bucky has always been more of a man of action than words, but when he's in the mood, he starts with subtle touches, gradually becoming more deliberate. Tonight, you're sitting on the couch together, watching a movie, when his hand casually drifts from your shoulder to your waist, fingers tracing slow circles. "You comfy?" he asks, voice low and rough. You smile, leaning into him, not thinking much of it. Then his hand moves lower, brushing your thigh. He presses a kiss to your temple, then your jaw, and suddenly his lips are at your ear. "You know," he murmurs, "we could always take this upstairs... unless you're really into this movie." His breath is warm against your skin, his tone teasing but with that huskiness that makes your stomach flip. When you glance up at him, there's a smirk tugging at his lips, eyes dark with intention. "Or," he adds, lips grazing your neck now, "we could stay here... I'm not picky." By the time his hands have fully found their place on your hips, it's clear Bucky isn't waiting for the credits to roll.

Loki Laufeyson
Loki's way of letting you know he's in the mood is as unpredictable as the god himself. Tonight, it starts with his sharp wit, teasing you over something inconsequential. "You call that a book collection?" he taunts, glancing at the small stack on your desk with mock disdain. You narrow your eyes at him, knowing he's baiting you, but the playful glint in his eyes suggests there's something else at play. He saunters over, hands clasped behind his back, looking you up and down like he's assessing your very soul. "You know," he says, voice dropping into a silky murmur, "there are far more... interesting ways to spend our time." He moves closer, his fingers brushing your arm, and when you look up at him, his smirk is unmistakable. "If you're up for a little... mischief," he whispers, his hand trailing down your back, "I believe I could be persuaded to show you just how much." Before you can respond, he pulls you into him, lips hovering just above yours. "The question is," he breathes, "can you handle it?"

Tony Stark:
Tony's approach is direct—surprisingly so, for a man who can be so charmingly sarcastic. Tonight, you're tinkering with some of his gadgets, and he's leaning against the doorframe, watching you with an amused grin. "You know," he says casually, arms crossed, "I had this whole speech prepared about how I was going to seduce you tonight, but watching you work... well, let's just say, it's doing all the heavy lifting for me." You glance up, raising an eyebrow, but his eyes are already glued to you, the playful arrogance unmistakable. He walks over, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "You look good in my lab," he says, voice dipping into that smooth tone he reserves for when he's really serious. "But you'd look even better in my bed." He leans in, his breath warm on your lips, and grins. "What do you say? Call it a night and... we can work on something a little more fun." His lips brush yours, and before you can reply, he whispers against your mouth, "I promise, it'll be worth your time."

Peter Parker:
Peter is adorably awkward when he's trying to let you know he's in the mood. Tonight, he's fidgeting next to you on the couch, his knee bouncing up and down like he's got too much energy to contain. He glances at you every few seconds, biting his lip, clearly trying to work up the courage to say something. Finally, he blurts out, "So, um... you know how we were gonna watch that new movie?" You nod, confused but amused by his sudden nervousness. He scratches the back of his neck, cheeks turning a little pink. "Yeah, uh... what if, instead, we, I dunno... do something else? Something... fun?" His voice cracks a little on the last word, and you laugh softly, tilting your head. "Something fun, huh?" you tease, and he grins sheepishly, leaning in a little closer. "Yeah, like... you know, kissing. Or... more than kissing. Whatever you're up for." He's practically babbling now, but it's endearing, especially when he stumbles over his words.

Sirius Black:
Sirius has always been playful and charming, but tonight, there's something different in the way he looks at you. He's sprawled out on the couch, his arm resting along the back, fingers tracing patterns into the fabric. You're sitting beside him, your legs tucked under you as you skim through a book, but you can feel his eyes on you the entire time. "You're staring," you mutter, not looking up from your page, a little smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. Sirius leans closer, his lips almost brushing your ear as he whispers, "Can't help it, love. You're distracting." His voice is low, thick with that teasing tone that makes your heart skip a beat. You glance up, meeting his gaze, and the way he's looking at you makes it clear what's on his mind. "Sirius," you start, but before you can get the words out, he moves in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck, just below your ear. "What?" he murmurs, feigning innocence as his hand trails lightly up your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. "You seem tense," he teases, his fingers dancing along your shoulder now. You roll your eyes, setting the book down with a soft thud. "I know what you're doing," you say, turning to face him fully. Sirius grins, pulling you closer so that you're half on top of him now. "And what's that?" he asks, his lips brushing yours, his hand settling on your waist. "Trying to seduce me?" you quip, raising an eyebrow. Sirius just smirks, kissing you again, deeper this time. "Is it working?" he breathes against your lips, and you can't help but laugh softly as you kiss him back, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Maybe," you admit, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "Maybe," you whisper again as his hands start to roam, and it's clear where this is heading.