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✵An Independent Portrayal of Loki
✵Fandomless OC ✵Descriptive ✵Dark Themes ✵MV/MS/Pan

𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓦𝓮𝓫𝓫

Artistry that lures.

Sensual||Elegant||Powerful||Dangerous||Chaotic
a woman in a black dress sits in a chair
ALT: a woman in a black dress sits in a chair
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"Mm, pity." Nails make their placements known as they drag up the soft interior of the pocket over the curve of his ass.

She pulls away, a sashay to her walk, hand languorous and lazily drawing her touch across his back, to his side, until alas the tip of a talon parts.
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A retort tempts her tongue, but it's silenced by the images that surface via her esteemed companion.

A feline smile earned in an instant.

"As you wish."
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"You do know I hear your thoughts, yes?"

Slips a hand into his farthest back pocket, pulling hip to hip.
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"What might that be hm?" Hip bumps him, expression stoic.
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~ purr of amusement in his face, she turns her face to the production on screen, rocking her hips side to side to force his thighs apart to a gap she can nestle in. Her spine cradled by his back, and headrest made of his shoulder.

"There."
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Her fingers wrap around his and the remote, pulling the pair away, to disregard the tool in hand to a dejected bounce on the sofa, to replace his touch upon her chest, where its left.

The screen flickers, the original Nightmare on Elm Street beginning to play. One on her list.

Breathing her ~
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Her tongue tracks a path across his lips, pulling the flavors to savor as she withdraws, reviewing him whilst considering his question.

"Background noise? I've half a mind to challenge you to keep my attention affixed on you with such comments.

Multitasking is a specialty after all."
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"Shows what you know," she murmurs for his ears only, complying with the nudge, and raising no further argument as their lips meet.

A lean into their connection, mushing their seams to fit edge to edge, glass in hand resting on her thigh. The other brushes his cheek, delicate and teasing.
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"Don't make me waste the rest of this splashed across your face and midsection," she warns conversationally, drawing him to sit first, only to casual and gracefully claim his lap for her own.

"I won't be cleaning it up," a sweet and biting smile, before a kiss to his cheek.
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Grabs for his instead, rolling the glass until his lip marks line where hers will land.

"Suitable. Something horrible I hope," she offers, leaving him the fresh glass and moving beside him, claiming his free hand to lead to the couch.
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~ 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠? ~
𝐷𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑠
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑡ℎ𝑠
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑠
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//You have no idea how much I appreciate hearing it either way
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//I've simply missed you—but this muse especially. 🤍
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//Always will be my Bucky 💖
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//Well, he is how we started.
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//Don't tease me like this.
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The notion is... foreign to her. Yet, she finds a relatable quality to it in regards to him.
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At least he's honest. A dark amusement to her lips.

"Is that love, Peter? Or obsession?"
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"Only my pillow? I had to've left some undergarments here or there. If not taken by your little Raccoon friend, in any case."
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A broad grin.

"Fair enough, and true to form. One among the many endearments you possess."
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Is that what coming home is?