(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

Preference || Multifandom

They find you waiting up for them in their favorite lingerie

Bucky Barnes

It was almost midnight when you heard the soft creak of the apartment door opening, followed by heavy, careful footsteps. You knew that sound anywhere; it was Bucky, trying to move quietly after a long night. Sitting on the edge of the bed in his favorite black lingerie, you watched him close the door, his face relaxed in the dark.

"Bucky," you called softly, and he turned, surprise lighting up his eyes.

"Darlin'," he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "This is... a hell of a surprise to come home to."

You shifted slightly on the bed, catching his gaze as he soaked in the sight of you. "I thought you might be tired after tonight. Wanted to do something special."

He stepped closer, his metal hand brushing your cheek. "You look... incredible." His voice was a low whisper, filled with awe. "You didn't have to wait up for me."

"Oh, but I wanted to." You trailed a finger down his chest, feeling him shiver under your touch. "What's a long night compared to the look on your face right now?"

He chuckled, a sound deep and rich, then pulled you close, resting his forehead against yours. "Well, if you insist, I think you've earned yourself a few hours of my undivided attention."

Loki Laufeyson

The door of your apartment opened with a faint shimmer of magic, and Loki slipped inside, cloaked in a shadowy green that melted away as he entered. He looked around, his gaze falling on you where you waited, draped in his favorite lace and silk.

"Is this a spell?" he asked, raising a curious eyebrow, his voice low and teasing. "One I've yet to learn?"

You chuckled. "I don't need magic to make you come closer, do I?"

Loki's eyes darkened with intrigue. "Such confidence. Dangerous."

"Dangerous, huh?" You leaned back, letting the fabric hug your curves. "I thought you liked a little danger."

A slow grin spread across his face as he strode toward you, his fingers brushing along your shoulder, down to your wrist, with a feather-light touch that made you shiver. "More than you know, darling."

"Well, are you going to come here or just stand there admiring?"

He tilted his head, letting his cool fingertips graze your cheek as he leaned in. "Oh, I plan to do both. But I think I'll start... here." He kissed you, his voice dropping to a murmur. "If you can handle a bit of Asgardian mischief."

Tony Stark:

The sound of the elevator whirring to life told you Tony was finally coming home. You sat, waiting in his penthouse, wrapped in a red satin number you knew he'd appreciate. When the doors opened, he stepped out, suit rumpled, a tired smile on his face — until his eyes landed on you.

"Oh," he said, taking you in with a look of pure admiration. "Well, aren't you just the best part of my day?"

You smirked, crossing your legs. "Long day?"

He walked over, loosening his tie and tossing it onto a chair. "Too long," he replied, still staring. "But this... this makes it worth it."

You stood, meeting him halfway, and placed a hand on his chest. "You think this is worth waiting up for?"

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. "Let's just say I'm hoping you had a lot of patience," he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. "And I'm ready to make up for all those hours I wasn't here."