#** ic interactions**

[ghostsvrereal]

“do that again, and you’re grounded for a hundred years.”

@ulvemyt 

[ghostsvrereal]

“if you can’t say anything helpful, please stay quiet.”

she ignored that statement. a heavy sigh left her as she placed the clip board down. the super solider stared at her before slowly sitting down. captain britain. america and england’s hope apparently. “so.” she began. the woman before her a wonder to her. she clearly wasn’t human? so what was she. “do you want to tell me why half my soldier's were following you around like love sick puppies?” 

@ahmora​

[ghostsvrereal]

→ " you know if all these cameras weren't around, I'd show you just how diplomatic I can be. ":  whisper dirty things in their ear     (     BONUS POINTS IF YOU SPECIFY WHAT.     ).

another mission done. but at what cost? she had to keep face, smile and keep smiling until her face hurt as the media hounded them as always. the avengers. america’s hope. the captain stood tall yet her hand shook beneath the shield she bore. it should have been steve or bucky standing in her place. holding a shield of hope. she thought herself strong and not just from the serum that was pushed painfully through her veins. but war never stopped did it? just taking form one way or the other.

yet his voice brought her back to the now, having felt the hairs of his beard against her ear, the grim of dirt leaving a mark. as always, tony brought her mind to a different place and the smile on her face was real, her eyes lowering to stare at the ground for just a moment before fluttering back upwards. she turned her head just slightly, meeting his eyes with hers; her face mere inches from hers. another tabloid no doubt in the making from this exchange. it was like they knew what happened behind walls of the tower.

“and that’s stopped us before?” she whispered back. was that a smirk on her face. “how many recordings do you have of us from the cameras around the tower?”

@wirelessmusing​

[ghostsvrereal]

↷:   spank them out of the blue.

you know. sometimes elders of the universe get depressed too. especially when a melting session had to be cut short because of over dramatics. and not on his part this time. he wasn’t one to mope in public but it was hard to miss. he wasn’t as clingy or annoying like usually. especially when the asgardian came around; his new favorite hobby.

then again, maybe he made it so obvious to the other. small loud sighs leaving him every moment as he glanced over at loki. nothing. no reaction. what did a elder need to do to get attention around here? another sigh, louder and more dramatic. still. nothing. okay. he was getting no where with the god. maybe he should go bother topez or better yet-- bother some contenders. as he stood, he felt a rather hard slap to his ass. it caused the elder to stop for a moment. it wasn’t tuesday was it? meaning that one booty call wasn’t around. he slowly turned, seeing the other hand moved some. “is-is it my birthday?” well now he’s excited. did he just receive touch from him? did the universe answer his screeching prayers?

@wirelessmusing​

[ghostsvrereal]

✧:   push them up against a wall     &     kiss them.

the little worker bees of the tva were always so amusing to watch. even more amusing when they don’t know who you truly are. they were so easily tricked. so predictable. or so he thought. he saw the familiar face of agent mobius, a man he had been attempting to court for a while. how many years had it been? time was different here in the tva. it could have been a few years. maybe it’s been a few centuries? “mobius.” the grand master hummed, making a b-line to him, the golden and teal fabric of his robe dancing with every step. “i found the file you were req-” his words were cut short.

he found his body pushed against the rather hideous walls of the hallway. lips clashed against his. it was enough to make the elder’s eyes widened. well well. this was quite the surprise. the blue paint of his bottom lip smearing against the agent’s lips; into the tips of his moustache. he made no attempt to part from him, his heart just a fluttering. 

a few seconds, maybe more had past before the elder pulled away; a finger placed against mobius’ lips. “now hold your horses cowboy.” a lively chuckle left him. “as much as i’d love to be taken against this hideous wall that needs a complete makeover. i want the collar off first.” not like it did anything to his own powers but it was fun to play along.

@mobiustm​

[ghostsvrereal]

♡: kissing them passionately     ,     without any explanation.

it had been a back and forth with them. en dwi was not subtle in his attraction towards the asgardian. and why should he be? the people of sakaar knew about their insane ruler’s hedonism. after all; being millions of years old; you gotta make life spicy. but loki- there was something about him that made the grand master’s eyes wander with a longing that he hadn’t felt in millions of years. not since the destruction of his people. and his wife. 

he’d been inching closer and closer on the golden couch as the fights went on. ah yes. more poor things fighting for his amusement. and it was oh so amusing. he couldn’t deny that the blood and violence got his body going. and the mere sight of the asgardian. so close. so within reach. a soften sigh left parted lips, the bottom painted a sparkling blue. he couldn't stand it anymore.

a hand gripped the god’s chin, pulling his face to look at him so he could admire the beauty of him. by the universe’s blessings.... the elder moved quickly in his actions, giving no time for the other to speak before lips clashed. the blue paint smearing, marking him as his? most likely. a soft groan of need left him as he pulled the god closer. he was his. an almost possessive growl left the elder as a hand wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in raven locks; pulling him deeper into the kiss. his tongue sliding across the others bottom lip, tasting the paint. mm. tasted like blueberries.

@godguile

[ghostsvrereal]

“yee to the haw.”

[ghostsvrereal]

you think that just because i’m a woman, i’m incapable of making my own choices?

“i didn’t say that, did i?” she gave a soft sigh at her, placing the letters down onto the desk. “what ever makes you think i’d say such a thing, i too, am a woman, you know.” a small huff left edith.

@thevariantprincess​