#. ˚ ◞ ♡ IN CHARACTER ／ A love which is as unconditional as it is all-consuming.

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💚     ⸺     ​ @unheald 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻 . 

❛  i  was  in  over  my  head .  ❜ - from loki

Arms wrapped around him, curvaceous frame pressed against him, and soft lips peppering kisses across the God of Mischief's features as she ran a hand through raven curls with a loving touch. It was a greeting, one reserved solely for him after a night of amorous entanglement. Like a teenager in love, Amora was all honeyed chortles and barely contained smiles, an embarrassing giggling mess whose cheeks soon began mimicking the lively pigments of Asgardian berries. Then, Loki's words finally reached her.

An uneasy sense of dread settled at the pit of her stomach; hearing the implications of Loki regretting the night they shared, regretting her, sent an unpleasant wave of shivers down the expanse of slender spine. Who was she, then, if not a beauteous entity destined to be desired since the dawn of her age ? What was she, then, if not a goddess meant to be lusted after, wanted by all, never to be alone again ? She fought to posses Thor's love, but ultimately failed because his heart always belonged to another. With Loki, she loved him and he loved her. Thus, why was this so difficult to achieve ? The Enchantress' facade was beginning to fade away, and Amora of Asgard, the little girl afraid of being abandoned, began to surge forth.

❛ You... You mean you don't want me after all? That was all but a mere jest, a trick to appease your amusement ? ! ❜ Anger fueled her insides for a sliver of a second before fear overpowered her and she frantically blurted out. ❛ Please reconsider ! Think of all the dark passions that only I can unleash within you ! Th-the secret lusts that only I can satisfy ! I-I can give you anything you want ! ❜ She begged, but she knew that wasn't what Loki wanted. She knew that wasn't how Loki saw her, how much it pained him for her to see herself that way. But, she couldn't help it; this was all she knew.

[baldval]

Hiii! How are ya? can I request Valentino x reader who works for vox? But not only do they work for him they have created a anime and game for it under him? So like they’re a well known manga artist type ting? So yeah they’re not a nobody basically

if not that’s fine! Have a good day/night dear :)

ART DECO PART 1!₊˚⊹♡

characters: valentino x gn!reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: curse words, mentions of sex, making out, suggestive content.

a/n: i might do a part 2 if you guys like this!!

series masterlist!

You're bored.

To the exterior eye, working for THE Vox may be a dream. Cash, cars, designer clothes, big fancy functions filled with important hell-people and overlords. It sounds perfect.

It isn't. Between stupid rivalries, betrayals, and VERY dramatic bosses, being one of the top content producers for Vox is smothering work. But you'd rather have that than being nothing. At the very least, being so close to the Vees grants you protection.

This evening, you discover yourself at yet another 'emergency' call from Vox. Something something about losing views and how this most be the radio demon's fault. It's the 4th time this week.

You arrived at Vox's place, yet you can't really see him anywhere.

"Umm... Velvette" the girl looks up at you from the couch, unbothered.

"Watcha need sweetheart?" she moves her eyes back to her phone.

"Do you know where Vox is? He kinda called me on emergency basis? I'm not really sure what he need though."

"I have no idea where that shithead's been. He didn't even go to the last meeting with the overlords." She rolls her eyes. "He had to send me."

"Oh alright so no idea." You feel frustrated.

"You could of course ask Val"

"Did anyone say my name?" You smell him before he enters your eyeline. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells expensive. Not the faux, gawdy expensive like most men within Vox's circle, but truly extravagant.

"So dramatic." Velvette mumbles, eyes still on the screen.

You feel him before you turn around. He’s warm, and broad, and the crisp white material of his dress shirt is pressing into you. You gasp quietly at his boldness, praying that Velvette doesn't notice how close you are to him.

Valentino.

Vox's second in charge. Both an overlord and the owner of the largest movie studio. One of the greatest assholes in Hell.

The man you’re hopelessly in love with.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You truly hadn't meant for this to get this far.

Initially, it was sex. Brilliant, mid blowing, earth shattering sex.

Until it wasn't.

Now, it's late night phone calls and clandestine meetings and holding hands and apartment hunting and kisses on the forehead.

Now, it's genuine.

Vox would murder you if he found out.

You'd be shunned. Everything you'd worked for. Everything you'd created. Suddenly you don't exist. It's all Vox's.

If there was one thing you liked about your deal with Vox was the fact that he allowed your things to be yours.

People knew what you had created and they knew it was created by you.

You didn't want to lose that.

Essentially, it'd be worse than hell, which you're already in. So why do you keep finding yourself considering it?

You’ve never been loved like this. So total, so complete, so all consuming. So unconditional.

And it's true that Valentino has nothing to lose. If Vox finds out, he won't be affected at all.

But he keeps it a secret.

And you're pretty sure you know why.

You wake up to kiss him all over his face. You dance within the kitchen, as he spins you around in your socks. You see how he stares at you when in a meeting, analysing your face.

You ran into love headfirst, impulsively. Would you have slept with Valentino that night, well over a year ago, if you'd have known this is how it'd turn out? You're not sure. But all you know is that, right now, the risk is more than worth it.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"You with me, sweetheart?" he mumbles into your ear, warm breath raising the hairs on your neck.

"Yeah, Val," you murmur back, trying to keep a neutral expression on your face. "I'm here."

"Where did you go, huh?"

His fingers travel down your neck, drawing little figures on your back.

"Just daydreaming," you answer.

"About what?" he asks teasingly, caressing your skin in delicate movements. Back, forth. Back, forth. He's making it difficult to concentrate.

“You,” you whisper discreetly. He you loud and clear. “Always you.”

He needs to kiss you. God, he needs to kiss you. He needs to grab your face and smash his lips to yours, consequences be damned. He wants to pick you up and twirl you around and scream "look at the woman I love!"

Instead, his fingers tighten around your waist. He looks around carefully before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just below your ear. Then, he moves to stand in front of you. To anyone else, it looks like two colleagues having a conversation.

"You look so fuckin' wonderful in that dress," he tells you, his voice bound with sincerity and admiration. His eyes are raking up and down your frame. The heat of his gaze making you warm.

"You don’t look so bad yourself," you tease. That’s an understatement. His suit fits him like a glove, perfectly tailored to all of his curves. It’s all crisp edges and careful lines. He’s wearing the cufflinks you got him for his birthday, the ones engraved with the both of your initials. The letters are small, tucked away on the underside. No one knows they’re there – your little secret.

Valentino winks at you as you stand up, going to take a step forward, but a hand on your arm stops you.

"Vox was aking where you were. The meeting already started, come on." Vox's assistant acompanies you towards Vox's office.

As you walk through the lobby you whisper to Velvette.

"No idea he was in his office, huh?" perhaps you were trying your luck, but in all honesty, Vox had pretty much as much respect for Velvette as he had for you.

"Do you think I care where that asshole is? I'm not his nanny." She talks back, louder, so that you can hear her as you enter the door.

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There's a pull between you and Val. It's like a magnetic force, dragging you together no matter where you are , or what you're doing. You're feeling it within the dull board gatherings. You feel it in the dull 'Vees Team' gatherings. You feel it at the functions he’s reluctantly invited to by Vox. You feel it now, as you try not fall asleep at Vox's words of how you all should double the work and double the content. He says that as if animating was that easy.

You allow your mind to drift away, dreaming of what awaits you later tonight. You can picture it perfectly. You and Val, curled up in bed, his penthouse bedroom illuminated by candlelight. Glasses of wine discarded on the night stand, sheets thrown across the mattress, legs tangled together. Skin pressed to skin, warmth seeping into your bones. Gentle melodies filling the room, the man underneath you humming softly into your ear. If this is hell, you’ll think. then it might just be better than heaven.

The second you get out of the meeting, you feel his eyes on you. Heat prickles over your skin, goosebumps rising. It's kinda like a 6th sense, this quiet communication between you. You capture his gaze and wink, and you swear you see him blush slightly. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and gestures in the direction of the door. You get the hint, and follow him, trailingly behind subtly.

You reach the corridor and look around, but Valentino is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, you feel a warm grip grab your hips, pressing you into the wall.

"Been holding up to urge my hands on you all night," he mumbles into your ear.

He's trailing his fingers up and down your sides. You can feel him, hot and difficult behind you, groaning as he bites at your throat. He kisses the hinge of your jaw, and after that your cheek. It's forbidden and it's provocative and it's so tender it makes your knees wobble.

"Come to my room," he begs. "Vox is so distracted with that Radio Demon that he won't realise."

The offer is tempting. So, so tempting. But there's currently so many people in the Vees' house. Any of them could see you enter the same room… suspicions arise. As easy as it would be to just say fuck it and tell everyone, your survival instinct tells you it wouldn't be the best idea. You want to stay in this little bubble of warmth and love and trust a little longer.

You want to stay happy a little longer.

“We can’t,” you whine. “Someone might notice.”

"I don’t give a fuck," he replies.

"Of course you don't."

"You shouldn’t either."

You want to disagree, but the way he’s moved his hand to sit at your throat while pressing himself into you is making it hard to think.

"Live a little, baby," he teases, nipping at your ear.

"Fine! Fuck, fine. Let’s go before I change my mind."

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer window ornaments. You're resting comfortably on Val's chest, both of his solid arms wrapped around you. You yawn languidly.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You push Valentino carefully, waking him up.

"There's someone banging at your door," you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He puts on a pair of boxers, and moves towards the door.

You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Valentino’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

"Vox?" he questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey Val. Did you see where the fuck y/n went to?”

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  "I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU" PROMPTS

you've consumed my thoughts.

A hum of acknowledgement resonates across her larynx, an undertone of mischief beneath doll-like features as she purposefully refuses to meet Loki's pointed gaze. Such honesty from the God of Lies and Deceit would take anyone aback, though for a moment the seductress wonders how much she can childishly prod at his mental images of her with suggestive words and flirtatious gestures before she accidentally awakens more amorous instincts within the deity.

A projection of herself materialized beside Loki, sitting on the arm of the love chair in which he sat. Lithe arm reaches out towards the God's face and circles to the back of his head, silken-soft fingers gently stroking his onyx curls of hair in a repetitive motion as Amora herself sat back and picked up her wine glass. She knew he was telling the truth, sensing his love and lust for her like a sweet burning of the skin. She peered into his consciousness and observed all the hand holding, cuddling, embracing of her curvaceous frame, every desperate kiss and every soft exhale of her breath against him. Teasing him with a personification of these fantasies may have seemed cruel, though it offered her a sense of enjoyment.

❛ Hm. It would appear so. ❜ Emerald gaze transfixed on Loki and voluptuous figure stirring as she shifts on the couch across from him, taking a long sip of wine whilst remaining eye contact, smirking against the cold glass.

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 - always accepting !

you have no idea what i'd do to keep you safe.

The plan of action in pursuing this particular He Who Remains Variant was simple: Amora would pose as a distraction, Loki surveyed the establishment for any of this particular Variant's henchmen and dispose of them and Mobius waited for him to cue an ambush of said Variant with an appropriate amount of Minutemen. Posing as an exotic dancer to gain the attention of a mob-affiliated millionaire was mere child's play for The Enchantress. And all was going swimmingly well, until the Variant called a few more of his men over to gawk at Amora.

Shifting a bit on his lap, she forced a smile and held out a hand in greeting, fighting back a gag when the opposing man bestowed a kiss upon the back of it. These men were armed with weaponry, though bullets barely phased Asgardian deities such as she and Loki, whom she couldn't help but take note of his ever-building envy as more men crowded around her. The multitude of hands on her bothered her more than she'd ever admit; she was used to men flaunting after her prowess and her beauty for eons, though not being touched by two at once. She merely played the part and waited until the Variant had his guard down so she could enchant him with a kiss Loki hopefully wouldn't see.

Though, that moment never came due to the onslaught of bodies hitting the brothel floors as the group of men, the Variant included, slumped over and Loki was the only one left standing, hurrying over to her and grabbing her arm. With a tug, she was off the Variant's lap and walking alongside Loki towards the exit of the establishment. She barely had time to process all of what had happened, though she yanked her arm from his grasp and demanded to know the absurdity of his actions. He claimed they were getting "too insistent" and could tell she'd been afraid. This, for some reason, angered her.

❛  Afraid ? The Enchantress holds no fear, especially not towards Midgardian fools such as these. I had the situation under control, and I was more than nearing my opportunity to strike my target. I am no weakling, Loki. I am more than capable of saving myself.  ❜

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @unheald 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  WILL THEY, WON'T THEY RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS

i missed you more than you know. - from loki

His grasp around her waist was firm yet his touch was sincere as he tugged her forward, pressing their bodies 'gainst one another; as he stared with tender pools of verdant whilst speaking, she could sense his love for her slightly clouded by a lingering guilt, a discomfort of sorts. She didn't have to utilize too much of her telepathy nor delve too far into his psyche to seek what ailed him, knowing it at least pertained to He Who Remains and his Variant, though he was telepathically barricading her from seeing the full extent of what he'd experienced.

Vibrant emeralds, akin to the very jewel itself, follow every inch and study every feature of the trickster's visage, though she could not sense an inkling of a lie. He spoke the truth, albeit for now, thus she took his words as fact. She still found herself failing to keep the ever-erupting anxiety down, insecurities clawing and biting at the internal cavern of her bodice, fighting to escape and lay themselves barren, on display like that of a laughing stock. She shut her eyes, turning her head away from him whilst he still held her close.

Brows furrow, their sheer edges set in unison; an assemblage of worry and aggravation. ❛ You say such a thing, yet you're shutting me out. Something happened when you found He Who Remains. At the Citadel. Something you refuse to elaborate on. Something in which you're blocking me from seeing. Why ? ❜

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @unheald 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

once again, he'd found himself waiting until the sun had gone down, had been replaced by the glow of the moon and stars, and the rest of the palace had fallen quiet. paying a visit to the waters had quickly become a favourite pastime, and even though part of him wondered how long it'd be until his playful mischief got him into trouble, he always found himself actively waiting for nightfall, and thinking about the captivating creature that called the waters home. so once again, he'd made his way there - as always, starting off in his usual form until he knew she'd seen him. he wasn't here to cause any harm, after all. just some harmless, playful mischief. -- from loki

She wishes she knew the utmost intimate language of the nine realms, for the mere tongue of mankind does not possess enough terminology to express just how much she had yearned for the shapeshifting deity whom lingered just a few inches from her domain. It was an odd happenstance that had befallen the succubus of the land, siren of the seas. He lingered as a mere human, staring at her from afar with knowing hues of emerald, obsidian strands of hair outlining his countenance ethereally. Suddenly, they approached, stopping just edges from the shore. Her verdant optics remained fixated 'pon the shapeshifter, her fin slapping violently 'gainst the boulder she perched on in an almost rhythmic motion. Then, in a viridescent glow, scales shifted into human legs, if only for the succubus to stand up, gaze still set on Loki.

Standing on the rock, her seemingly human body drenched in sea-water, droplets cascading down ivory skin, she swayed her hips provocatively whilst trapping him within her gaze. This was their ritual, she'd wait for the deity to make the first move, as she always did. Her dance was a siren's call of her own, a silent beckoning, a summoning reserved only for them. The God's lips curled upward in a smile and he began to descend into her water. Her claws sharpened, her teeth elongated, her mouth salivated with raw yearning for him as she watched him envelop himself beneath her waves. A smile found its way unto uncannily picturesque visage. And she lunged into the water, her legs shifting into a fin at just the right moment as she swam towards the illuminating green orb which indicated Loki's form was shifting.

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @agcntmobius 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  &. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜

If only in this moment, had she wished to disagree with that sentiment ━ it would be an easy feat to disregard his words as another foolish soul entrapped by the Enchantress' pulchritude and failing to court her. However, this statement was more of an attempt at delayering the many walls Amora took shelter behind. Befitting for an analyst. Of course this were true; Amora merely went undercover amongst the TVA in an attempt to get closer to Loki. Because she loved him. That was no surprise. Though, her envy causing her to indulge in sharing key lime pie in the automat with Mobius solely because Loki favors him would make anyone pity just how low the mighty goddess has fallen.

Slender frame leans more comfortably against the table, rosy cheek then plops into dainty hand, verdant orbs casting gaze unto the midgardian delicacy before her, taking in the sight of the emerald pastry whilst prodding at it absentmindedly with a spoon. There was a curl of her pillowy lips and a slight chuckle. She peered at the man sitting across from her, finding it endearing how at ease he seemed when indulging in sweet treats.

❛ For Loki, that much is evident. For you, well... ❜ A drip of sarcasm leaks off those three final words, though delivery was more light-hearted. From beneath thick lashes, the divinity subtly looks at him with an amalgamation of amusement and sentimental fondness. ❛ The fruition of forming an alliance for the sake of our shared interests remains to be unseen. ❜

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ anonymous 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆   𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜ (from skurge)

First, there is an upward curve of lips protruding from originally pursed lips: what one could call a smile unable to be contained. Second, there was a meek chuckle, an amalgamation of surprise and merriment in equal parts. Lastly, a stifled giggle escapes her 'pon hearing Skurge’s claim which eventually erupts into a laugh. As characteristic as it was, he always managed to brighten a somber atmosphere. She upholds her smile with sincerity whilst allowing herself to lean back unto the leather of the couch they sat upon whilst sharing drinks.

Being rejected made her scared. It made her afraid that what she thought she was worth wasn't enough anymore. It gave her immense recollections of her failed attempts with Thor. Every denial of her efforts took her two steps backwards until she was a girl in need of love hiding within the shell of a woman who's self-worth was merely defined by how much she was lusted after. Yet, here Skurge was. Managing to vanquish the burgeoning valleys of insecurities that threatened to engulf her very being whole. It was times like these in which she was eternally grateful to have at least one comrade.

❛ Your foolishness never ceases to amuse me, Executioner. ❜

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆ — reassurance starters

“ you deserve the whole world. “

Aching gaze staring back at her in the reflection of glass window, melancholic hues of verdant overlooked the Bifrost protruding from the royal palace bathed in starlight below. A deep sigh escapes roseate tiers, laden with sorrows of mourning. Loki had brought her to a point in time where Asgard hadn't fallen to ruin at the hands of Ragnarök.

They stood in her chambers, where she spent majority of her childhood locked away chained to her controlled studies in sorcery with Karnilla standing over her, telling her she only had one fate in store for her once she were free of her: she'd take on Karnilla's role as the Royal Sorceress of Asgard, her future merely consisting of being in complete servitude of whichever prince shall be crowned King of Asgard. By his side, her magic at his every beck and call, performing for civilians and offering her abilities should she ever need to.

In other words, the closest thing she had to a mother spent half of her childhood training her to be a spectacle to be gawked at and a tool to be used whilst Amora spent the remainder of that childhood pertaining little to no self-worth unless she were being lusted after by men and boys alike. She often wondered if she deserved the life she was forced into. And Loki, able to peer into her woes, told her what he felt she really deserved in that moment.

Pensive silence envelops the room as the sorceress reflects over his statement. She then turns, golden tendrils swaying, advancing towards him and wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. Her lips brushed against his own in a passionate kiss and when they separated, she nuzzled their noses together affectionately.

❛  You brought me here because you knew I was feeling homesick amongst the TVA, didn't you ? Thank you.  ❜ She kissed him again. ❛ Though, I don't want the world. I just want you. ❜

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @unheald 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  “SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

i need you. - from loki

Leaning down from her position on his lap, she nuzzled Loki affectionately; lithe arms reaching to glide up his arms, across his shoulders, up his neck, and dainty hands cupping his face. Her forehead pressed against his, she smiled softly to herself, then bedecked Loki's now-exposed shoulder with kisses, leaving love bites laced with enchantment. She purred against him, pressing plump breasts against him and squeezing him with her thighs. This may have seemed like an elaborate attempt at teasing him, though she held no mischievous intent with her affection.

She loved Loki, and feeling his arms around her waist, his lips glued to her neck and his trembling breath coating her skin, she hoped her love was reciprocated. This wasn't the first time they'd engaged in lustful intercourse, though she'd noticed he didn't come to her in times of conversation as much as he used to. No, he merely went to the analyst for deep consultation. Just the thought of losing to him made her tighten her grip and she ran her fingers through his onyx curls, peppering his face with kisses before hugging him with an intensity that could snap a mere human in half.

❛  S-say it again. Please. Tell me you need me. Tell me you want me.  ❜

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💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  “SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

( mark ) for the sender to give the receiver hickies/love marks.

Strands of honeydew coils spiraled down her back, draped over ivory shoulders, and were forcefully toppled off to the side all in one swift motion as she was tugged into the TVA storage closet then pressed against the wall. She offered an innocent smile, though laced with mischief, as Loki's grip tightened around her. His chest pressed against hers, his hands rummaging up and down her supple curves, gripping smooth thighs and ample backside.

Luminous hues of verdant leered off into a meaningless corner of the small room as she ventured into the caverns of her psyche, partially wishing this moment of Loki's lips sucking her skin and biting her flesh could last for eons, partially pondering what could have spawned this incessant need to claim her. She knew Loki was prone to jealousy, and an array of men (even women) ogled at Amora, though none of them would dare make an advancement, knowing of Loki's envy and how it could dangerously manifest. All except Brad. When Loki was away, tending to the aggravating, Loki-stealing multiverse, X-5 frequently approached her with the intent to court her. Though, she never paid him any mind, she'd wondered if B-15 had let it slip to Loki.

Perhaps he truly were jealous, territorial, even. Or, it could be he'd missed her and her skin against his whilst spending decades at a time in complete isolation at the end of time. Whatever the cause, she smiled and bit her lip, throwing her head back and shutting her eyes in satisfactory bliss. ❛  I assume you've heard of Brad's attempts to court me, though, is this secrecy truly necessary ? If you wish to make a statement, ravish me in front of that foolish hunter. Or are you afraid to tell him I'm yours ?  ❜

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💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  “SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

i want you to stay, with me.

Digits combed through obsidian curls, thighs straddling his waist and lithe arms cradling him whilst willowy depths met his pleading gaze. His touch, warm, though his grip engraining itself into her bones; a desperate attempt at prolonging her presence. For, they both knew once she were off of him, once he were unsheathed from her wet heat, that would be it. She would leave, or he would, because time was but a cruel jester; tricking them into believing, foolishly, that perhaps this could be that pivotal moment in time containing a future for them.

Whilst they basked in the afterglow of lustful entanglement, conglomeration of primal grunts and whimpers, Loki's chest rose and fell 'gainst her own, his exhausted breaths enveloping her skin in warmth. He preferred to hold her like this afterwards, to ensure she'd stay. Either for the remainder of the night, or for but a few more moments, was entirely up to her. And he knew that. Hence, her languid blink and slight arch of an eyebrow 'pon hearing his request before a smile waxed upon her countenance. Cupping his face in her hands, she let out a playful, bubbly giggle.

❛ Such a needy God, though I suspect one with a keen appetite for multiple acts of lust in one night would be more than eager to leave. ❜ She jests, though there's a fickle sadness prickling her timbre. ❛ You always were one for finding a way to escape.. ❜

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💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 - always accepting !

"i'd find you in every lifetime." ( okay this wasn't even a meme loki just told me i had too )

Overt desperation distinguishable from head-to-toe as the goddess stood before the god whom held a multitude of universes betwixt his fingers. She called out to him once she realized what he'd intended to do, struggling to get past the metal barriers that separated them. Though, Loki must have known she'd try, because the doors remained shut; using his magic to both bring life to the infinite multiverse and hold her back from saving him from his impending doom. Using every ounce of her raw strength, she was just able to summon all of Asgard's might in the form of a sword and cut through his barrier, though it wouldn't hold for long. She sprinted unto the gangway, frantic speed causing her to lose her footing, though she immediately took to levitating the rest of the way towards him. Her emotions were spiraling, thus as was her magic, though she still was able to reach him.

She held his torso in her arms, holding him close as if he were a leaf threatening to drift away into the harsh winds of a vortex. Lifting a trembling hand, she paused time if only for a few moments. But a few moments were all she needed to let him know she'd never stop fighting to free him of his fate. And, yet, a few moments were never enough to find a timeline, variants of them, a lifetime where they never had to worry about temporal looms nor infinite multiverses, but instead a life where she woke up every morning just a bit earlier than him to cook them breakfast, engage in moonlit consultation by the fire, tuck their children into bed and teach them sorcery. Whether it be in the royal halls of Asgard or a quaint suburban home on Midgard, she didn't care. She didn't care so long as she had him.

Cupping his face in her hands, lips twitching with the effort of postponing her breakdown, she pleads with him. ❛  Promise me. Promise me no matter how unbearable the weight of the worlds burdens you, you shall never break. And if you do, then ensure me that even if these branches absorb all of your magic, your life force, if your glorious purpose results in death, you will watch over me amongst the halls of Valhalla. Please. Assure me that, even as a ghost, you shall haunt me. ❜ Every utterance trembled as she begged him. She knew she couldn't stop him, thus she would ensure he'd at the very least promise to love her even in death.

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💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  — reassurance starters

“ you don't need to worry. you're safe. “

The nightmare came to her in bits and pieces, fragments of terror flickering in and out of existence, one after another, clouding her psyche with unpleasant recollections of her fractured childhood. Karnilla, yelling at her and shouting profanities a young child should never have to hear directed at herself due to a botched spell she was too small to withstand the strength of. Men and boys of Asgard alike, all eyes on her, gawking at her as if she were a delicacy put on display. Hands, reaching out and touching her. Her body, unmoving and paralyzed. Her timbre going raw with screams that never passed firmly shut lips.

When she awoke in a jolt, sitting up and crying out for help, she'd almost forgotten where she was. In bed with Loki, whom was now awake no doubt due to the assault done unto his sense of hearing. Still trying to grasp current location, she felt Loki's arms wrap around her quivering frame and held her close to his body. The ringing in her ears became distant in place of Loki's sweet nothings being whispered to her in a voice void of his usual suave charm, but replaced with a tenderness that stilled her ricocheting heart. Ah. That was it. She hadn't encountered such a nightmare in so long; perhaps it was due to the fact that being here with Loki caused her such relief and peace, that her trauma rushed back to remind her that she deserved no such thing. Though, perhaps she'd relish in how much longer she's given this illusion of happiness and comfort.

She spoke, an incoherent amalgamation of sobs and whimpers, as she held onto him. ❛  I-I'm terribly sorry for d-disturbing your slumber, my beloved. I-I didn't intend to, I assure you !  ❜

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💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  garden of earthly bodies

i wonder if you'll ever hate me.

The Enchantress reveled in times of conjoined quietude such as these. Secluded beneath bedsheets enveloped in the embrace of him, slender arms silently wrapped around his torso, holding his frame so closely to hers that they were essentially one soul, one entity. Peppering a few kisses unto his bare chest, the vixen says nothing at first. It very well could've been the exasperation subsequent to their intense fornication a few minutes prior spawning an outburst of vulnerability, though something deep within her core said otherwise… she knew the trickster well enough to dismiss it as something so neutral, no matter how skilled he was at deceit.

Sitting up in bed, the covers slid down her back and around her waist, enveloping her curves like an emerald cloak. Slightly disheveled curls akin to golden sunrays draped down her bare back and swayed as she tilted her head, virescent orbs aglow with perturbation. Dainty digits reach out and hold his hand, bringing it her mouth and bestowing a kiss upon the back, leaning her head down and resting her forehead against the very spot her lips caressed seconds prior. With her head laying there for a while, she pondered what could ever bring him to believe such a thing. He was a trickster, a manipulative deity of lies. He caused multiple atrocities and took pride in playing the villain if it meant gaining respect and acknowledgement. Though, she could never hate him. Because she knew what drove him to such internal turmoil. Because she knew him.

Lifting her head up, she smiled at him lovingly, stifling a sweet giggle. ❛  The day I ever come to hate you shall be the day all nine realms meet their end.  ❜

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💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  WILL THEY, WON'T THEY RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS

you are the single most important thing in my life.

The seductress hums, a timid smile threading across her countenance as viridian hues lift to meet his gaze. Suddenly, she pauses, smile faltering, casting her gaze downwards if only to stare in contemplation at their intertwined fingers. How she wished she were back in the comfort of her childhood, unbeknownst of the inevitable fate to come. Unknowing of the horrors she'd soon face, of the girlhood she'd be robbed of. Had she been a child again, naive and prone to gullibility, perhaps she'd believe his words.

However, time was but a purgatory for deities such as they. She was decades old enough to know a lie when she heard one, especially coming from Loki. No matter how much he felt as though his love for her was indeed genuine, the Enchantress knew well how it would end betwixt the god and goddess. For, she was no longer a lovesick teenager frolicking hand-in-hand with the trickster prince throughout the halls of the royal palace. She was a woman, now, with experience and knowledge of what doomed love takes the many forms of. Whilst she felt his aching love for her, she too felt his burning desire for another stirring within the cavern of his soul, clawing and fighting for dominance. She squeezed his fingers, voice coming out in a meek tremble.

❛ Do you know what the worst part about being lied to is, Loki ? When you lie to someone, you're telling them they're not worth the truth. You're telling them you don't love them enough to exchange honesty with them, let alone trustworthiness. Do you really care so little of me that you'd rather offer me a false sense of security in place of the truth ? Does that sound like love to you ? ❜ She inquired yet refused to make direct eye contact, optics forcibly glued to their interlinked hands. She didn't want to look at him. She couldn't. He was too beautiful and such beauty would only enhance death by heartbreak.