* / DEEP HEX

x. lil graphics exploration in photoshop ❤︎

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

[  TXT  ]  {  to  old  man  in  a  tin  can  }  :  come  on  tony  it'll  be  fun! [  TXT  ]  {  to  old  man  in  a  tin  can  }  :  i  can  be  boring  wanda  if  thats  what  you  want  instead  and  i  can  go  wait  downstairs  for  a  car [  TXT  ]  {  to  old  man  in  a  tin  can  }  :  no...  not  jealous [  TXT  ]  {  to  old  man  in  a  tin  can  }  :  i  just  want  to  live  a  little,  i'm  bored  of  playing  it  safe  and  doing  things  to  keep  others  happy

@deephex demandée : [ TXT ] : you’re lucky you’re hot because you’re deeply unhinged.

[  TXT  ]  {  to  mon  cher  }  :  oh  my  lord  remy  don’t  make  me  laugh [  TXT  ]  {  to  mon  cher  }  :  i  think  this  is  the one  and  only  time  you  have  ever  lied  to  me [  TXT  ]  {  to  mon  cher  }  :  if  you’re  so  hinged,  care  to  explain  this  thing  you  left  in  my  living  room? [  TXT  ]  {  to  mon  cher  }  :  i  don’t  even  know  what  it  is…  i’m  scared

and doesn't it take all the will Loki can muster to remain unmoving. fear is no unfamiliar thing to him but it coils like a wary serpent in his belly as she comes so very close. the smile on his face is brittle, fixed in place like a shield. memories of a darker place surrounded by the yawning abyss creep along the edges of his memory. a flutter of his eyelashes and he's focused again, gaze dipping as if he could at all possibly follow her movement with any clear definition as she fixes his hair.

❝ forgive me. ❞ it takes effort to afford the words any edge. in defiance, he lifts his chin, teeth truly showing now. ❝ I wouldn't want to frighten you. ❞

the shadows don't retreat but he doesn't urge them forward, either. ... how boldly she's stepped into them and it nearly takes his breath away. more fool him for having had expectations for how to manage this meeting, he's realizing. a lengthy pause, and; ❝ yes. it is my burden and ─ I think ─ yours. so, yes; I would crush them. rend them into pieces as the beasts would and let them linger to bleed out, alone, as they let me. they have tainted any light remaining ─ better to break it, and reforge it. ❞

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆  ɪɴ  ᴛʜᴀᴛ  ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ,  ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ  has  no  intention  of  hurting  or  even  scaring  him.  she  is  merely  being  herself,  the  twisted  and  darkened  version  of  herself  forged  by  the  darkhold.  her  features  soften  as  much  as  her  state  of  mind  will  allow  and  she  purses  her  lips  slightly,  watching  him  closely  the  way  a  predator  would  its  prey.  its  unintentional  but  seemingly  intimidating  nonetheless.  she  lowers  her  hand  back  to  her  side  and  finds  herself  spinning  the  ring  she  wears  on  her  pointer  finger  with  her  thumb,  subconsciously  soothing  her  permanently  spiralling  mind.

        ❝  you  are  forgiven,  god  of  chaos.  ❞  she  says  his  title  in  the  way  someone  would  when  crowning  a  king,  the  magic  flowing  through  her  veins  singing  for  him.  he  is  the  god  of  all  she  is  now  after  all.

        a  soft  hum  leaves  full  lips  as  she  folds  one  arm  over  her  chest  and  rests  her  elbow  on  top  of  it,  her  hand  coming  to  rest  beside  her  mouth.  she's  taking  in  every  word  he's  saying,  trying  her  best  to  discern  exactly  what  he  wants  from  her.  ❝  you  wish  for  us  to  be  beasts?  ❞  a  snicker  rises  in  her  throat  before  she  pushes  it  back  down,  not  allowing  the  sound  to  escape.  ❝  i  was  left  there  under  that  mountain  until  i  clawed  my  way  out.  they  didn't  care,  they  wanted  me  to  be  alone.  they  deserve  everything  they  get  but  why  would  i  help  you?  what  exactly  can  you  do  for  me  that  i  cannot  do  myself?  ❞

❝ like us, indeed. ❞ the murmur comes low, more an afterthought than anything else as he watches. there's a touch of wonder to the crook of his smile, soft emotion settling in like a half-forgotten favorite blanket that had fallen into some dark corner only to be happily found unexpectedly. her next comment brings an equally unexpected laugh, his amusement genuine even as it tapers off into morbid contemplation. ❝ I saw a life unlived. ❞ the shift is abrupt, like falling off a cliff, yet his smile remains, bitterness at the thought of this memory long since buried.

❝ stolen from me, wrecked and ruined, and I was doomed for it. cast aside until I found my own footing. hardly the first time that's happened. ❞ Loki means it literally; offers it, one disaster for another, and a removal of blame ─ reinforcement that he sees no monster in her for her actions. another flick of his fingers, playful despite the somber conversation, and the sparks he created bounce against the red orbs joyfully before exploding into miniature fireworks. ❝ I would agree. and how rare to find something that cannot be stolen; rarer still to have it returned. ❞

there's a question in the statement, shoulders angling backwards ( almost instinctual defensiveness before it's tamed ), chin tilted up, eyes dark; a reply to her own insinuation. Loki would be content to leave it unsaid, and yet; this unspoken undertow to their conversation seems to be surfacing and he is, strangely, willing to allow it.

at the touch of her magic his eyes flutter shut, briefly, not leaning into the touch but riveted by it. just as soon as the magic withdraws he's opening his eyes and his hands, green glow sweeping out into broad strokes and painting a intricate knot around hers, a bold, reflexive response. ❝ nor I you. ❞ he says. ❝ how terrifying. ❞ it could be a jest, commentary on their conversation or their magic, but there is blatant vulnerability in the relaxation of his posture. ❝ it seems to me we truly are alike. ❞

and now he's leaning forward, magic dissipating, nearly encroaching on her space. his eyes glint, narrowed slightly as his focus narrows in on her final comment, wit faster than any instinct of his to retreat. ❝ such a dangerous thought; to bare my soul and be told there is nothing wrong with me. such a strange mercy. though if they should not grant us mercy; what harm in us finding it ourselves? ❞

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ  ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ  ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ  completely  entranced  by  the  god  that  sat  before  her.  she's  comfortable  and  settled  for  the  first  time  in  what  felt  like  years.  she  didn't  mind  it,  she  just  found  it  unusual  to  be  able  to  relax  in  the  presence  of  someone  else.  ❝  unlived...  ❞  she  repeats,  contemplating  it  for  a  few  moments.  she  has  never  thought  of  it  that  way  before  but  now...  now  her  mind  was  changing  slowly.  loki  is  actually  getting  through  all  the  self  loathing  that  wanda  wears  like  a  suit  of  armour  and  that  almost  scares  her.  ❝  life  is  not  as  short  as  most  people  would  believe,  i  suppose.  there's  still  time  to  live  it.  ❞

        ❝  neither  of  us  are  truly  doomed,  darling.  i-i  mean,  loki.  ❞  wanda's  eyes  widen  at  her  own  blunder  and  her  cheeks  flush,  averting  her  gaze  from  his  in  an  effort  to  compose  herself.  (  where  did  that  even  come  from?  maybe  she  is  getting  too  comfortable,  she  thinks  to  herself.  )  a  tiny  giggle  leaves  her  as  she  watches  the  fireworks,  unable  to  stop  the  noise  of  pure  joy  escaping  her.  the  beauty  of  the  way  their  magic  seems  to  play  together  continues  to  please  her,  this  is  probably  the  first  time  she  actually  finds  her  powers  beautiful  and  that's  because  they  are  intertwined  with  his.  ❝  i  beg  a  thief  to  try...  i  don't  think  they'd  get  very  far.  ❞

        light  green  hues  hesitantly  come  back  to  meet  his  and  she  finds  a  shyness  brewing  within  her  at  the  darkness  she  finds  there,  butterflies  stirring  in  her  stomach.  there  is  something  about  him...  something  that  is  calling  to  the  inner  depths  of  wanda's  very  being  and  she  doesn't  know  what  to  do  about  it  or  if  she  even  wants  to  do  anything  about  it.

        a  soft  gasp  escapes  her  throat  at  the  sight  of  his  magic  moving  so  boldly  and  her  cheeks  flush  further,  now  a  pretty  dark  shade  of  pink.  her  own  magic  seems  to  relax  in  the  knot  of  his,  almost  submitting  to  the  feeling  of  being  contained.  ❝  it's  beautiful.  ❞  she  dares  to  say,  a  shy  smile  appearing  on  her  flushed  features  and  she  doesn't  try  to  hide  it  now.  ❝  i  didn't  think  there  was  anyone  in  the  universe  like  me.  ❞

        the  red  glow  of  the  chaos  magic  fades  slowly  into  nothingness  as  her  focus  shifts  entirely  to  him,  tongue  slipping  out  to  wet  her  lips  before  she  swallows.  she  wishes  that  her  blushing  would  fade  away  with  her  magic  but  it  is  still  there.  ❝  we  do  not  need  their  mercy...  ❞  she  trails  off  as  she  slowly  lifts  her  hand  and  reaches  out  to  gently  rest  on  his  cheek,  a  bold  action  she  hopes  more  than  anything  he  will  not  reject.  ❝  just  the  mercy  of  the  one  who  understands...❞  she's  referring  to  each  other,  her  thumb  brushing  lightly  across  the  apple  of  his  cheek.

tension creeps along his spine at the sight of her magic. he straightens slightly, benevolent smile twisting. one heartbeat then another, and he exudes limber relaxation in every angle of his body with practiced ease. ❝ such a kindly welcome. ❞ oh, he can't help himself; even as he attempts to mollify, to soothe, to bargain for this conversation with his hands splayed outwards like a benevolent god, his tongue trips ahead of him, spurred on by some untameable and wasteful madness.

❝ magnificent wreckage but wreckage all the same. ❞ the retort is soft as he gives in to the temptation to show his teeth, figuratively speaking. ❝ I have no business other than to find you. ❞ and now his smile widens, lips pressed tight and thin. ❝ to speak with you. call it ... an insatiable curiosity to determine if you find yourself content with the how the bleeding hearts that infect our worlds choke out any remaining light. ❞

his hands fold together, finally, and he observes. waits. allows the shadows at this feet to lengthen with sinister intent, curling in playful contradiction around him. trickster she's named him ( like so many countless others, like those who claimed to be family ), trickster he can be. there is some semblance of honesty to the role.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆  ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ  ɪꜱ  ᴀ  ʜɪɴᴛ  of  amusement  that  appears  on  wanda's  features  and  a  soft  chuckle  leaves  her  full  lips,  several  shades  darker  than  the  giggle  that  it  would've  have  been  years  prior.  she  shows  no  hint  of  intimidation  as  she  slowly  but  surely  drifts  closer  to  him,  the  anklet  chiming  with  each  purposefully  placed  step.  she  comes  to  a  stop  just  a  single  foot  away  from  him  and  looks  up  at  him  through  her  lashes.  ❝  you  startled  me...  it's  not  often  i  get  visitors  anymore.  ❞  her  tone  is  neutral,  bordering  on  flirtatious  if  one  was  to  look  further  into  it.

        she  tilts  her  head  in  acknowledgement  of  his  retort,  a  slight  nod  following  close  behind.  ❝  insatiable,  hm?  ❞  she  almost  teases,  a  smirk  playing  at  the  corner  of  her  lips.  ❝  the  bleeding  hearts  meddle  in  things  that  they  don't  understand  but  you...  you  understand,  don't  you,  loki?  ❞  she  uses  his  name  purposefully  now,  her  accent  wrapping  around  it  like  a  prayer.  ❝  what  would  you  do  about  it?  crush  them  in  the  palm  of  your  hand  so  that  the  light  may  shine  again  or...  allow  them  to  fester?  ❞

        lifting  a  single  ring  adorned  hand,  wanda  uses  her  chaos  magic  to  gently,  almost  affectionately,  move  a  single  curl  of  his  hair  out  of  his  face.  she  welcomes  the  shadows,  thrives  in  them  like  they  are  her  home  and  maybe  they  were  now  that  she  had  shed  any  semblance  of  her  former  self.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆  ᴛɪʟᴛɪɴɢ  ʜᴇʀ  ʜᴇᴀᴅ,  ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ  watched  bob  closely  as  a  small  smile  began  to  slowly  appear  on  her  tanned  features.  ❝  i  wouldn’t  say  everyone  goes  through  exactly  the  same  things  but  we  all  find  our  own  ways  to  deal  with  it.  what  might  work  for  some  may  not  work  for  others  or  nothing  might  work  at  all.  there  are  just  some  things  we  have  to  live  with.  ❞