#desi character

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Things to keep in mind while writing a south asian character-

(Since I'm a mixed south-north indian and a hindu-sikh I've mainly included details about indian-hindu characters(ill try to include more abt sikh characters aswell)tho ive tried to include as much info as I can abt other south asian countries aswell !also ,if you want,feel free to add more details in :)

And please forgive my grammar in some of these places XD

1.The most common one,of course being that south asia is not all india.countries like Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Sri lanka,Bhutan etc exist to.

2.Religion tends to be a big part of many south asian people’s lives , and If not a big part of their life,than most south asians are atleast religious in one way or the other.Different religions are in majority in different regions of south asia.For example,Sri lanka is majority buddhist, mainly in the sinhalese majority while the tamil minority there is majority hindu. But it's more than valid if ur character is atheist to tho!

3.For indian characters specifically ,it's is important to know what state they are from and that state’s culture . For example,most (or almost all)tamil characters won't wear a salwar kameez.(if they do then mostly muslim tamils)(reminder;I'm talking about traditional wear. Yes a lot of Tamil's could wear a salwar kameez if they want but it is not the traditional dress of tamil nadu)

4.India itself is very diverse,so don't make every character hindu.in some regions one religion is more in the majority than the others.If you decide to make a christian-indian character ,than they usually are from south-west india and north-east india.

5.If you decide to make a hindu-indian character as maybe a marvel/dc oc or something , its best to do some research on hindu stories and history.trust me,it helps alot. If not a hindu character than do research on the folk tales of that characters region,as that can help to.

6.NOT EVERY INDIAN SPEAKS HINDI.INDIAN/HINDU ARE NOT LANGUAGES.istg please . All it takes is one search of your characters state and the states description almost always mentions the state’s official language.while some character from non Hindi speaking areas of the country, for example a malyalee person could know how to speak hindi (most probably by living somewhere like delhi),they would still talk in malayalam with family and stuff . Also a pakistani character and Hindi speaking indian can almost always communicate easily since since the most spoken language in Pakistan,Urdu is very similar to Hindi in sound(also a lot of indians,specifically muslim indian’s have urdu as their first language.)Also punjabi Pakistani's and Indian's don't have any problem in communication(the script they write punjabi in is different tho)Also since a lot of people from the north had their ancestors migrate from pakistan to india during partition regional languages of Pakistan such as sindhi,multani,balochi etc can be understood by some people of such descent living in India.And a bengali speaking indian and a Bangladeshi can communicate just as well.Nepali speaking indians and Nepali people can also communicate with each other.But when it comes to Sri Lankan tamil people their dialect is different than the one of indian tamilians,so their tamil is better understood by malyalees,but they can still communicate well enough with each other.afghan people speak pashto and dari.pashto is also understood by a small amount of ethnic pashtuns who live throughout the sub continent.People from the Maldives speak the language of dhivehi.

7.Indians overall have many festivals that all people of usually a certain community celebrate regardless of religion,caste,etc.For example ,the people in kerela celebrate onam.Infact in alot of the state’s people from a specific region have their on festivities.

8.Physical features vary from area to area of South Asia.So there is no definite“south asian“look.

9.Sikh’s don’t cut their hair , that’s why most Sikh women have long hair and most Sikh men wear turbans. Although some do, like my uncle from my mom’s side and my mom herself and etc. Though socially it's more acceptable for a sikh woman to cut her hair then a sikh man. But a load of times sikh immigrants do have to sadly cut their hair and take off their turbans in order to get jobs and all.

10.-And Hindu’s don’t eat beef.Most Sikh’s and overall all Indians tend to avoid beef to.a lot of Hindus are vegetarians due to religious beliefs. Tho mallus and some people from the north east for example usualy do eat beef(mainly the non hindus)

11.-For characters specially from south india(that to mainly kerala and tamil Nadu) the naming tradition that is used most commonly is that the child and wife use the father’s name as their last name. Though I've noticed that outside of their states atleast they tend to use their family names, but very rarely caste names.

12.- Believe it or not, in a show( I'm not sure about the name) a pakistani character had the name“shiv reddy“.pissed me of sm.yes pakistani hindus exist but if I havent already mentioned before,CERTAIN LAST NAMES BELONG TO CERTAIN AREAS. Reddy is an indian telugu hindu last name.please do your research.

13.-This applies to a good amount of north indians and just overall non south indians.south india is not one state.madras was the OLD name for Chennai, which is just one CITY in one state of south india.There are 5 states,6(and more) languages spoken. Please do not confuse those cultures.

14.-As for a good amount of non punjabis...please.punjabis are not all “balle-balle“ sikh people.please. And they're not all angry people looking for a fight either.

15.-Talking abt north india,I need to mention bollywood and how they stereotype.bombay aka the film city is in Maharashtra.yet they still stereotype Maharashtrians as poor people.gujjus are always the rich snobbish ppl.bengali ppl are sweet shy people and nepali people are Chinese. Goans are always english speaking drunkards or high attitude aunties.rajasthanis all have a heavy accent and are royalty and Uttar pradeshis-biharis are poor illiterate people. PLEASE STOP WITH THIS STEREOTYPICAL BULLSHIT ISTG. See,stereotypes exist because they are true, but only a part of the truth and over exaggerated asf.

16.-India does have a poverty issue but we are far from a third world country.most indians are middle class,that to is split in between lower middle class,middle middle class and upper middle class.and until or unless you live in a rural area casteism really isn't a problem.but remember,while casteism is illegal in indian law,it still affects people.it’s just a little less prevelant in big cities. While india is the farthest ahead in south asia atleast the rest of the countries are doing well for themselves as well.

17.-hindu culture specifically has so much lgbtqia+ stuff in it.but the fucking brit’s and Mughals ruined it. The only transgender festival of Asia is held in tamil nadu.seriously, I advise you do research of your own on it and you'll love it to!♥️

18.-Btw, hindi is a language,hindu religion. (had to add this again)Your character prolly from some place like madhya pradesh,bihar,Uttar pradesh,Delhi,uttarakhand or himachal pradesh if they are hindi speaking. Some people have the same confusion with malayalam. Malayalam is a language, malyalee’s are the people who speak it or at from kerala.

19.-talking about food.curry is a wide ass term.wdym by curry?fish curry,mutton curry or is it paneer curry?is it more creamy or not?do you eat it by itself,with rice,a paratha/parotta or all?like seriously stop with “curry“ ITS ANNOYINGGG.again food varries alot area by area.even in a specific area food varries. For example,Kerala-Tamil nadu sambar is damn spicy but sambar from karnataka and telugu states tends to be sweeter.also food from Karnataka is much milder in spice then food from Andhra,but still capable of burning the mouths of most non south asians 😍😘🥰.also,we tend to eat most of our food with hands(THE best way.)famous delicacies vary from country to country in south asia and area to area of india btw. And our food is not ’smelly’, it's FRAGRANT.

20.ok so ive in total had 2 specific segments dedicated to language and this is the third one.India,while having only 22 offical languages(again;i remind you,we do not have a national language)actually has like thousands of languages. Native people from even just one state can have different mother tongues(for example-three people who were born and raised in karnataka and have families that are native to the state could have the languages of kannada,tulu and kodava as their mother tongues).And again,dialects also differ.For example,Bombay hindi and the hindi of a person from Uttarakhand would be different, and so would Bangalore tamil and a Madurai native’s tamil.Also,let’s say a telugu person has been living in mumbai for a while,very rarely will they ever have an ’accent’ while speaking hindi or english.

21.so above i mentioned that alot of people from the north have had ancestors move in from pakistan during the partition(and vice versa for some Pakistani's).Similarly,a good amount of people from west bengal had their ancestors move in from bangladesh(and vice versa again,but unlike the north india-pakistan thing indian bong’s and bangladeshi people don’t exactly have that ’divide’).Adding this in specifically not only because of how important this is but it can give more depth to your characters if they are from any of these areas.

22.Every state has different art forms.be it dance,music or just art,every state has it different.India has 8 classical dances(bharatanatyam,kuchipudi, mohiniyattam,kathakali,oddisi,kathak, manipuri and sattriya) and has countless many more.Music also varies and so does art as i said above.

23.our culture is super feminist but fucked by the brits and mughals again. We had so many queens and princesses that fought wars and also many female warriors.In the ancient times women only wore single drape saris and didn’t cover their breasts because they were not seen as sexual,but infact as a sign of motherhood(and there forth strength).If they were covered,it was for support.

24.Most people know atleast 3+ languages and almost everyone knows 2 at the very least. Sometimes they can even understand(which can range from basic to great) some other languages. For eg.- my dad can speak english,hindi,telugu,konkani,tulu,punjabi,urdu and multani+ he can understand malayalam,kannada,sindhi and tamil well enough.

That's it(for now):) hope this can help.feel free to ask questions!+random songs from my playlist✨✨✨

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[bahdface]

Inspector Constantine Rawal of the London Spirit Guild! With an electric element technique he overlooks the enforcers of the Guild along with his car wife, Francesca.

[rayyzcosmos]

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[magdalenepie]

i legit haven't posted anything art related so have my oc named naisha ;3

[rikaspotting]

Geeta knows how to cook, and she cooks so damn well, but she has a bad habit of making her dishes excessively spicy, even for Paldeans who tend to have a high spice tolerance. Since Geeta isn't originally from Paldea and immigrated from the pokemon universe equivalent of India during her early adolescence to attend the Academy, she is used to cooking or making incredibly hot meals which are common staples in her home country. Since Geeta can be a little airheaded, she doesn't understand how people find her food so freaking spicy despite quite literally being the Chairwoman of spice herself.

[magnificent-nerd]

The Marvels star Iman Vellani is writing a new Ms. Marvel comic

"This was way scarier than joining the MCU for me," the actor tells EW about her new project.

Iman Vellani, the actor who plays Kamala in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (starting with last year's Ms. Marvel series on Disney+, and continuing on the big screen with The Marvels later this year) will co-write the new comic alongside Ms. Marvel  TV writer Sabir Pirzada.

Carlos Gomez and Adam Gorham will handle the art, and Sara Pichelli will provide the main covers.

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[vampirefreakism]

The Blue Princess (Chapter 9)

Summary: second part of the last chapter; Luna lets Loki see her body again

Warnings: *NSFW* very steamy, grinding, smutty goodness

Word count: 3.5k

The AO3, Wattpad, and Spotify links are on the Masterlist

A/N: *taps mic* *clears throat* here’s that extra part I promised. It’s late. Whatever. They fuck a little bit in this one. Only a little. I have nothing more to say. Uh, you’re welcome?

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That evening, as Luna stood in the shower, she traced the long scar marring her chest and thought more about her conversation with Wanda. She was nervous, but her friend had been right and was still right. She found it within her heart to trust in her true love. Loki cared for her. He’d held her before when she was terrified to show herself, so it wouldn’t be hard to do it again with feeling.

But once it was done – once he saw her and spoke – there was no going back.

Luna finished rinsing her skin and stepped out to dry off while keeping an eye on her blurry reflection in the mirror. Her throat dried up, and she swallowed to erase the chalky feeling, but it was to no avail, so she took a sip from the tap and cleared her throat. It didn’t help much, but she shrugged on her robe, took a deep breath, and opened the door. She spotted Loki on the couch, watching something on his phone. He spared her a glance and a slight grin.

“How was it?” he asked, referring to her shower.

"It was good," Luna managed to say. Her voice was a little too quiet, and she feared it gave her away, but Loki didn't seem to notice.

She milled around by the dresser, pretending to look for fresh underclothing when Loki turned off his phone and set his gaze on her again.

“Everything alright?” he asked. Luna scratched at the dresser drawer and then her hand.

“Uh, yeah. Just, uh,” she trailed off.

To further her anxious fidgeting, she grabbed a pair of underwear from the top drawer and twisted them about her fingers. Loki quirked a brow at her obvious display of mannerisms.

“You seem anxious.”

“Really?” Luna squeaked out and sighed, relenting to his unwavering stare. “Yeah.”

“About what?”

"About," she started but relinquished the sentence with a heavy sigh and set the underwear on the dresser.

Luna chuckled dryly and fiddled with the tie around her waist, eyes fixated on the ground by Loki’s feet. He waited patiently for her to do something; speak, walk towards him, even so much as look at him. But her eyes remained locked on something he couldn’t see, with the gears in her head turning faster and faster.

As Loki prepped something else to say, he watched Luna yank the knot free and dropped the robe to the ground, striking every thought from his head. Every luscious brown inch of her body lay bare to his admiration. Of all the things he counted on her doing, this surely was not one of them.

But every second Luna waited for a reaction, the more regretful she became. She can be so impulsive sometimes. Perhaps this was another one of those times, and she'd stepped right through a door best left closed. Her ears burned, and her stomach turned as she bent her head, already predicting dismissive words.

“Uh … this was a mistake,” she muttered and crouched to retrieve her robe. She shook her head sadly. “Never mind. You go shower.”

Before her fingers could grasp the plush fabric, she felt Loki’s gentle fingers caress her cheek and ease her face up to look at him. He’d moved so fast that his sudden presence startled her, but his soft touch guided her back to him.

Luna slowly rose from the floor, Loki's fingers never leaving their spot under her chin. He looked into her eyes, never breaking contact as her face neared his. They told him everything he needed to know, and he hoped his could speak to her the same. He needed her to know what was right and true in his heart, and in there lied nothing she need be afraid of. He refused to look away, even as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off in one rough motion, flinging it to the corner of the room. He watched her eyes roam his bare torso and glance at her own. Now, they were even.

Loki touched her cheek again, letting his fingers drift down and take in every centimeter of her skin he had not been privy to before. He felt the breath catch in her throat as they passed over the side of her neck and heard a sharp exhale once they met her collarbone. He continued down, feeling the stiffness of her sternum and then the softness of her breast.

“Your heart’s beating very fast.” He could see how each beat made her skin quake and vibrate. Her breathing picked up, too, pressing his hand further into her chest.

“Can you blame me?” Luna whispered, her voice like silk in his ear.

“No.” He couldn’t, for his was hammering so hard, he was sure she could hear it.

Loki’s finger drifted to the side and traced the side of her scar. Her skin prickled from the slightness of his touch, but she didn’t shrink from him. She lifted a hand and slowly traced the top edge of his scar, lingering as leisurely as he did, gently plucking the nerves beneath his skin. He held back a shudder and felt blood rush to his pelvis. Was she aware she played him like a harpsichord? It didn’t matter. He was happy to be her instrument.

In a stroke of urgency, Loki took Luna’s face in both hands and brought her in for a kiss. It was full and ripe with such passion Luna felt the wind get knocked out of her. Luckily, it returned to her, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing their bodies together as he deepened the kiss even further. The taste of her mouthwash filled his mouth, dancing upon his tongue as his danced upon hers.

Never had they been so close before, and the effects were unforeseen. It felt like they were standing beneath an icy waterfall with the water flowing through them, washing them from the inside out. Luna was drunk with it, drunk with him. She could tell less and less where she ended, and he began with each passing second. The feeling in her feet faded along with whatever was left in her fingers. Outside of her dreams, this was the closest she’d ever felt to flying.

And soon enough, she was.

Loki tightened his grip around Luna’s hips and lifted her just enough to walk quickly to the bed. He slowly eased her onto the mattress, one hand supporting her back and the other pressed into the plush comforter. They separated for a moment as Luna pushed further up the bed to get more comfortable. Loki slowly crawled after her, peppering her skin with kisses as he moved up her body. One on her hip, a couple on her stomach, and a line up the middle of her chest, each one pulling a gentle gasp from her mouth.

Loki’s hair draped around his face and dragged along Luna’s skin, touching her everywhere he didn’t get to. Her hands danced about his shoulders as he kissed along her collarbone, making her whine and squirm. His touch was electric, and it sent chills racing up and down her body. He ate it all up with the bottomless satisfaction of a king in a banquet hall, her soft moans the sweetest melody to his ears. But as sweet as she sounded, she needed to like the sugar he was giving her.

Kissing up her neck, Loki whispered into her ear. “Is this ok?”

Luna shivered and let out a breathy “Yeah.”

Loki kissed her mouth again, and she arched her back, pressing her body tight against his. She felt everything; his heart hammering wildly out of sync with hers, his ribs digging into hers with every heavy breath, and his unmistakable throbbing erection resting on her inner thigh. He was rock hard, and it made her insatiable.

Enticed, Luna lifted her leg and let Loki’s hips rock against her thigh. A groan came from deep within his throat, and he ground down harder. The little moans and groans he made were so delicious Luna's mouth started to water. It was so good, but he wanted more.

Loki maneuvered his knee inside Luna’s leg and nudged it aside. He slid his hips between her thighs, pushing them further apart until he felt the soft warmth they held. Even through the fabric of his pants, it was so hot and delectable, and he knew he’d never get enough as long as he lived. He watched her face as he gently rolled his bulge against her tender edge. She let out a sharp exhale and pulled sharply at his waistband.

“Do you like that?” he whispered, voice thick and deep with arousal.

“Yeah.” Luna’s words tiptoed on a sigh like she was afraid a noise any louder would invite the world to listen in.

Loki tucked his face into her neck and thrust harder, just as she wanted.

“Gods, I want you so bad,” he groaned against her. “Can you feel it?”

Luna’s fingers loosened their hold on his pants and gripped his back instead.

"Uh-huh," she moaned, feeling the rough frost forming on his skin. She wished for a moment to see it, to admire him in his natural glory, but the thought passed as soon as he moved again. However, instead of moving closer, Loki sat back and pushed his waistband down.

Snapping to attention, Luna gasped and grabbed his hand.

“Ah-ah, keep your pants on,” she said, catching his gaze, their eyes red as blood and hot as desire. “I want it this way.”

“Ok," Loki said and settled back down. He'd give her anything she wanted in whatever way she wanted it. But for the sake of his comfort, he paused again. “Ah, wait.” He slipped a hand into his pants and adjusted his cock to lay against his lower abdomen. “Oh, that’s better,” he sighed as he pulled his pants a little higher.

“Oh, yeah,” Luna breathed out. How right he was. She could feel every decadent inch of him from under the rough cotton. “Oh, wow!” He was huge, and he was all hers.

The bedsheets crackled with every shift of his weight. Their icy embrace left a clear, dewy imprint and outline of their bodies, but neither noticed nor cared. The only thing worth worrying about was the ecstasy behind their every shared breath.

Once Loki’s hips fell into a quick rhythm, he let his hands drift delicately about his lover’s skin, kissing her all the while. He couldn't stop, and she didn't want him to. He pulled her leg higher up on his waist, feeling the taut muscles beneath her periwinkle skin. He felt the bumpy scars as his hand slid up her thigh and the little jump she made when he pressed his thumb against her hipbone.

His hand traveled higher and higher, tracing the scar on her abdomen and feeling the underside of her breast. He slowly wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed, his thumb playing and passing over her nipple. Luna wrapped her other leg around his waist and held on tight so he had nowhere to go. As if Loki wanted to be anywhere else.

“You like that?” he asked, smirking against Luna’s cheek.

She nodded and sighed, “Uh-huh,” her mouth quivering.

Loki kissed down her neck, nipping her skin a little to egg her on, and it seemed to work. Eyes closed, she rolled her head back and started letting out a few of those moans trapped in her throat, each one pressing Loki closer to his edge. His hands and knees trembled, but he commanded them to steady. Luna came first.

He could feel her nearing her end as well. Every muscle in her body was tight and shook as she held him. Her breathing was short and fast as her moans picked up pace, and her heart beat wildly against his hand, a perfect dance that was more than ready to reach its show-stopping climax.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Loki murmurs against her throat.

“Yeah!” Luna called out, voice cracking a little. “Oh, don’t stop!”

Her eager wish was his ready command. He groaned deeply and thrust faster, a little for her and a little for himself. Together, they stirred up the perfect storm and waited for lightning to strike. Electricity buzzed through their bodies, bouncing from one to the other, picking up energy and velocity.

Loki tucked his face into Luna's neck, moaning louder and louder, eyes squeezed shut, and his mind abuzz with nothing but chasing the high. He heard hers in the surrounding air, of course; it was the only thing he bothered to listen to as he answered with his own passionate song. He nipped and licked at her wintry skin, letting his tongue work its magic.

Luna felt herself toeing the line, and she clung to Loki for dear life, nails digging deep into his back. He was all she heard, saw, tasted, and felt. Even behind her closed eyes, she could see him in her mind, and despite his nonintrusive nature upon her, she swore she could feel him deep inside her, winding up the energy in her belly. Imagine what it would feel like for real. She groaned and took a deep breath. That was for another time.

She felt her climax swirl and build like a tidal pool against a dam where cracks began to form. Her mouth sat open, but she made no sound save for a few shallow breaths. It all waited for the right moment.

And then, in an instant, bang.

The lightning struck and shattered the dam apart. Luna came with a sharp gasp and held Loki’s waist in a death grip between her thighs. A string of high-pitched moans finally broke free and made their way out into the air, and she scrambled to roll her hips to ride it out for all it was worth. Fireworks sparked in her eyes as the insurmountable pleasure made her melt and raked her nails up his back, scraping up a thin layer of ice.

The sudden sensation pushed Loki to the very precipice of his climax, and he gripped the headboard by Luna’s head in anticipation. He balanced on the brink of it, ready to fall after her. She was so soft, so beautiful, and all his. All mine. The thought gave him a light shove, but it was all the force he needed to dive head-first.

He came a little softer, spilling into his pants as he’d planned, his cock twitching with every extra thrust he needed to bring it to a close. His moans were louder and wavered as his body shook but were still low and feather-soft in Luna’s ear. They tickled her and etched themselves into her memory. If only she had seen his face and memorized that too, but it would have been unfair. He didn't get to watch her either. They promised themselves to do it next time.

The tension released itself from their bodies, and they fell limp on the bed together. Luna's grip relaxed to a soft embrace, and Loki relinquished his hold on the headboard as he eased his body down to rest. His head dropped beside Luna’s, his nose grazing the shell of her ear, and he opened one eye to look at her. He saw nothing of note, only slivers of glittery blue skin and thick layers of ice.

Interested, he lazily brought a hand up and touched the top of her head. Luna’s damp hair was now covered in shards of ice, holding it back and away from her face. He felt her heart hold hands with his and slow to a steady pace together, then her real one drifted up and stroked the back of his head. They felt true bliss and couldn’t help but close their eyes and enjoy it.

However, Luna felt discomfort that urged her to get up.

“Hey,” she whispered, patting his back. “Can I go pee real quick before you shower?”

"Yeah," he responded and shifted off of her to lay beside her. “Go on, then.”

She wasted no time sliding off the bed and hurrying toward the washroom, but Loki couldn't help himself and piped out a wolf whistle. Luna stopped, looked back at him with an amused smile, and picked up her robe.

"Hey, yourself," she shot back and playfully threw her robe at him. It didn't make much distance, but they laughed anyway.

Luna relieved herself, cleaned up a bit, and dried off the rest of the melted ice in her hair. It interested her, and she made a mental note of it but stopped her thought there. Her time with Loki was not a science experiment.

Upon exiting, she saw Loki was up and straightening the sheets on the bed. Bits of ice still clung to the fabric, so he lifted the entire thing and snapped it sharply, sending the shards up and dispersing them into the air. As Luna grabbed her underwear and slipped them on, Loki flattened the sheets out with his hands and nodded in satisfaction. He turned around and noticed Luna already out and looking lush as morning dew.

“Hi,” he greeted. “The bed was covered in ice. So strange.”

"Not very, but," she took a step toward him, "how about another time we investigate it?"

“Sounds like a plan,” Loki said with a slight smile. “Oh, and we should do laundry tomorrow.” He pulled at the fabric of his pants as he passed her by. A sizable wet spot had made a home on the front. Luna tilted her head, unsure of what was her fault and what was his, but it didn’t matter.

She watched him slide them off his legs, put them in the wash pile, touch the doorframe in thought, and walk back over to her. He gently took her face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. It was brief, like a single music note, but as poignant as one.

Loki parted from her and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Luna whispered back.

“For trusting me.” He stroked her cheek. “I know how hard it can be,” she nodded, “so thank you.”

“Yeah.” Luna felt her throat tighten. “Thank you for being someone I can trust.”

He kissed her forehead and headed back to the bathroom, finally walking through the door and closing it to wash up.

On her own again, Luna felt the tears build, and she let them flow. She sat down and cried quietly into her hand. She never thought she’d be the ‘cry after sex’ type, but here she was, crying. Loki wanted her, and he chose her all on his own, scars and all. It felt so good to be loved this way that she couldn’t help but weep a little.

By the time Loki was done and dry, Luna had calmed down, put some lotion on, and gotten comfortable under the covers with her phone in hand to wind down. Loki grabbed a fresh pair of pajama pants, turned off the lights, and got under the covers with her. She spared him a glance and looked at the headboard.

“That’s new,” she said.

Loki scrunched his brow. “Hm?”

"That." Luna pointed, and he followed her direction. The edge of the headboard was slightly dented in the pattern of four fingers. Loki traced the curves, realizing he was responsible.

“Hm,” he hummed and looked at Luna. “Don’t tell Tony.”

The pair chuckled. “Promise,” she responded.

Loki's smile faded, and he cleared his throat. “Did, um,” Loki bit the inside of his cheek, “did you like it?”

"Hm? Oh, yeah! Of course, I did!” She moved closer to him. “Why would you think I didn’t?”

He shrugged and picked at the comforter. “Well, I had something more romantic in mind. I really wanted to take my time and pamper you.”

“Hey.” Luna put her hand on his cheek. “I liked it. It was just what I wanted.” She put her phone down and scooted up next to him. “I think taking it slow might be a good thing.” She drew circles on his chest with her fingertip. "A little something each day or every other day makes it exciting." Loki smiled at that, and she leaned closer. "What I felt was different than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I want to navigate that with you.”

“So it wasn’t just me,” Loki whispered. He paused in thought and continued. “I can’t explain it. It all felt so different.”

“Huh,” Luna breathed out and smiled. “We have a lot to talk about, but how about we sleep on it? Save it for tomorrow?”

Loki nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

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A/N: why did this take so long, you ask? Well, its half “I was trying to complete part of my thesis project” and half “I didn’t feel like it.” Also, scenes like this are waaaay harder to write than you think, certainly more than I thought and especially if you want it to hit. Like, wow. I certainly hope it hit. And give em (and me) time before they fuck crazy. The build is where its at.

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Taglist: @the-doctor-9-10 @pinkieperil @pinkie-ghuleh @wreckache @will-die-without-chai @marvelschriss @hornybitchwithgoodtaste @fantasyfan4life

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Ginny and Devi would be such besties tho-

[mari-b]

my desi rapunzel designs (cuz she is) ☀️☀️

[shipperboi]

Kerala Miku! Everyone is making such amazing art of Miku in their culture so I had to partake and wanted to rep my Malyali side UwU. Also happy birthday princess Hatsune Miku!!!!

[jasminumtea]

Desi inspired Alice in Wonderland ✨🪷

[gayaest]

[OC] Prathyusha 🐾🌷 (Description in Alt-Text)

About Prathyusha:

• Neonatal Stroke Survivor

• Desi, Indian (Bharatiya)

• Twin sister of Lokini

• 23 years old, Bisexual

She is obsessed with Gloomy Bear !

[rayyzcosmos]

topper se dosti kar toh liya par ab iss inferiority complex ka kya karu?

[rikaspotting]

Image source: https://civitai.com/images/2113901

[chaithetics]

Late Night Mends

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader

Word count: 2.1K

Warning: 18+ MDNI, mentions of anxiety, injuries, not a lot of spice, some fluff, not proof/beta read lol, does not contain spoilers for Monkey Man.

Note: Absolutely am in love with Dev Patel, he adores the world and fandom love! Also special mention to my friend @mittos who helped with this prompt/story ideas. Go and see Monkey Man if you haven't already! And if you have go and see it again! Also jaan is a Hindi term of endearment. Also can we take a moment for Dev Patel's side profile?! Comments, and reblogs are always appreciated as well! I hope you enjoy!

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It was late, extremely late. It had been a slow night but it was quickly becoming the latest it had ever been without his tired, bloody presence. It made you uncomfortable how late it was becoming, he never took this long to show up after a big match. You bit your nails as you couldn’t help but think about the possibility of where he was and scarily, what condition he was in. 

It was a risky field that Kid was in, especially when he was the losing dog for the overeager, sweaty crowd not to bet on. He took the punches and rarely complained about it, you’d only ever been to one of his fights before and never again. It was too painful to watch, you’d bitten each of your fingernails right down to the beds, and you swore that it gave you a few grey hairs. If you had any, each of them could be traced back to being his fault, you were sure. You loved him, truly adored him, but he certainly knew how to stress you out. 

You’re sitting down waiting for him to arrive. You don’t even realise that you’ve put your hand up to your face to bite your nails but now you know that you must’ve as you’ve been subconsciously biting them as you look out the window waiting, lost in your thoughts. You could think and use that as a distraction but no, the more you think or gaze off, the more you think about him, worry about him and overanalyse every little thing to be analysed, including what would need a magnifying glass to do so. You sigh and rub your face tiredly and also as another poor attempt at a distraction to take your mind away from him. 

It was a ridiculous thought, nothing could distract you from him, Kid lived rent-free in your mind 24/7, no matter what you did or wanted. And now was his prime time for filling your head. 

You rub your face some more and then look up, you can hear the door quietly open and the sound of gentle footsteps start to make their way to you. You look up as you try to glimpse the start of his lean shadow to confirm that he’s really, really, finally here. The light switch turns on as you see his arm stretch out and then he’s standing there in your doorway. 

You look up at him as he stands, he just looks at you for a moment. His gorgeous doe-eyes are wide, he looks exhausted and defeated but there’s a small smile on his face as his eyes meet yours. Ever since you’d known Kid, he had always been a man of few words, which seemed to balance out just how expressive his handsome face was. You liked that though, that his eyes truly were the window to his soul. You did like his voice though as well, you’d have no problem with him using it more. Sometimes he would talk though, about his sweet mother, the stories of Hanuman that his mother had told him and that had vividly stuck with and inspired him still. 

You quickly take him in, there’s sweat in his hair, a cut in his cheek, and his knuckles are bloody as always. You bite your lip as you look at him, chewing over your words so you don’t come across as either a scolding lover or treating him like a patient. 

“Your hands…” You finally say as he steps closer to you and you can see that he made some attempt to cover them with a bit of cloth but the blood is all over his right hand. 

“It’s fine.” He says in a soft whisper, his voice is melodic as always but a little hoarse and deep. He looks down at his hand he tries not to flinch when you take his hand and it’s further proof that no, it really isn’t fine. You sigh and move his hand to check his fingers, it causes discomfort but based on the movement you know it’s not broken at least. It was genuinely impressive that he was still alive, still functioning and not just with everything he’d been through as a young boy, but with the amount of beatings he’d taken at the club. That he’d somehow avoided major damage to his body, that his handsome looks were still intact, and also his teeth. That was a big surprise you had to admit. 

“Sit down.” You look at him with a look of concern, one that he doesn’t like. “Come on, I’ll clean it up.” You say softly.  He runs his right hand, his good hand through his damp but perfect locks and he sighs, sitting down, waiting for you to fix his wounds and to feel your tender touch. 

You’d had the first aid kit ready to go, sitting on the floor waiting for his entrance. You always used it, he always needed it. Your medical background certainly helped, some nights you’d crack a joke that that was the only reason why he was with you. The first time you made that joke his eyes widened at first, and he immediately stuttered to try and reassure her that that wasn’t the case. He didn’t realise that it was a joke. You’d kissed him to reassure him and he kissed you back so sweetly. Now when you made the joke he’d just look at you and give you a small, precious chuckle. You just want to make him smile, make him laugh, bring him joy, and make him feel safe. He deserved that at the very least, especially with his gigantic hug. 

His hand clearly had taken the worst of it, you hold it gently in yours, and his hand twitches for a moment. He’s spent most of his life being devoid of affection. He craved a gentle touch, to feel seen and safe in the company of another. He’d started to find that with you, in the way you looked at him, how you carefully held his hand in arms when cleaning an injury and wrapping it up. You somehow had never noticed it, he figured it was because of how attentive you were to his injuries, to him, and his lips quirked up into a secret smile you’d miss over the irony of you not noticing this because of how attentive you were being to him. 

“You were later than usual.” You say as you clean his bruised and bloodied knuckles. 

“I know.” He whispers as he looks up at you, he’s tired but there’s a small smile on his lips as he knows the scolding is incoming, just what degree is it going to be from you tonight, is the question. 

“I was worried, my fingernails are almost as bloody as your knuckles because of how much I was biting them.” You say as you try to clean his hand gently, noting how his hand occasionally twitches in response.

“Would’ve been quite a match.” He whispers before he looks at your hands, noticing your nervously bitten nails. His cheeks heat up as he can’t help but feel a little bit of guilt about causing you to worry so, he’s spent so much of his life without someone who cares about him like this. You sigh and roll your eyes at his response. 

“You’re going to be the cause of every single grey hair I have in this lifetime.” You say as you treat the knuckle wounds, making sure you’re gentle. “All I do is worry, you spend every night getting beaten, thrown off tables. It’s going to be too much one day. Something will go wrong. Then what?” Kid can’t help but look up at you, it’s a conversation that’s happened more than a few times. “What if it’s your spine or something? I won’t be able to fix that-” “It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m okay, jaan.” He says as he looks up at you, his big brown eyes are widened and he’s looking at you with his sad puppy dog eyes, he feels bad for making you worry so much. 

You sigh, biting your lip as you try to stop yourself from saying anything else. He’s too sweet and so you nod and finish cleaning and bandaging everything. After a moment, you cup his cheek as you look at his warm eyes and you go to get him some water to drink. He watches you and continues to as he drinks the water. You two have become quite good at playing a game of watching each other, almost like it’s a sport to observe the other. 

He looks at you, tilting his head which tousles the gorgeous locks he has a little. You sigh and run a hand through his soft brown curls, damp with sweat but somehow miraculously not blood. His hair has always been absolutely perfect. You feel bad for essentially venting your anxieties at him right as he’s come from a long night of work at the club. 

“I only scold because I care.” You say but you’re not sure if it’s him or yourself that you’re trying to convince more as you say the words, but it’s true technically. “It’s a form of doting really.” You say as you look at him as he adjusts in his seated position, looking up at you with his wide, doe-eyed orbs. Even if it was a form of doting, you could never stay mad at him for long when having to look into those gorgeous eyes. They’d melt away any troubles and you’re sure if awards were given out for best brown eyes, he’d win. You hated that he did this, that this was how he had to get by. That he had to take these awful, unhealthy beatings but you love him anyway.

He was freshly bandaged now, he moved his hand up and Kid started to slowly caress your cheek, he traced some invisible line so gently with the pads of his fingertips as he looked at you. His doe eyes were filled with adoration and peacefulness as he concentrated on your beauty. You let him, it was soothing and sweet and you had no reason to even consider stopping this. You were his and he was yours. 

Your eyes glance down at his fingers, and then you put a hand up to cup his cheek and look into the most beautiful eyes you could ever imagine seeing. After he feels your touch his eyes quickly close and he inhales. He isn’t sure if he’ll ever get used to the feeling of your fingers on his face, of how your hair feels against his skin, or your breath, but he knows for sure, that he’ll at least never tire of it. 

His fingers glide down do your mouth and he traces your lips as he looks at them. He tilts his head and before he can even move, you’ve moved your head to press your lips together. There’s something about how gentle his hands are with you, how they feel even after everything that has happened to him and that he does. How it just takes a glance at you for him to melt into a puddle. 

You put your hand back into his hair and run it through his curls as he kisses you back and the kiss deepens almost immediately. He cups your cheek gently as your lips move together in sync and you can’t help but start to tug his locks a little and his hand moves to your waist to hold you close against him. You continue to play and tug his hair as his lips move down your chin and jaw and he kisses your neck. You gasp out and tug on his hair a bit more as you feel his breath tickle your throat between his passionate kisses. You struggle to not let out a giggle as he does this and you feel your cheeks heating up as you tilt your head back so your neck is as exposed as possible for him while he kisses your throat and makes his way to your collarbone. 

He always gets like this, and so quickly. He just needs a little touch, the reassurance of you being there and he feels an all-consuming need to make up for the years of loneliness, the lack of affection, the lack of physical contact outside of a fight he was guaranteed to lose. He has you in his arms and it’s something right for once, if it was a game this would be a victory, some kind of peace.

[vampirefreakism]

The Blue Princess (Chapter 10)

Summary: Luna and Loki have a little talk and get a little more sexy (its just a handjob in the shower, I swear)

Warnings: suggestive speech, sexual content (NSFW)

Word count: 8.4k

The AO3, Wattpad, and Spotify links are on the Masterlist

A/N: hello, children, it’s me again. Why I took so long to write this? I was writing my master’s thesis. I wrote this little by little as I went, though! I’ve turned it in, so now I can finally get this out to you all. I also got a passing grade, so I officially have a Master’s degree :D I hope you enjoy this! I made it nice and long and smutty at the end, too 😉 but if you want to skip that, it starts at the “!!!!!!!!” demarcation line and ends around the last “--------” break. Also, free Palestine

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Luna woke up around midday and, despite feeling unbearably hungry, took her time getting ready. She did her morning routine, tidied up the room, and put in a load of laundry as Loki suggested the night before.

As she wandered to the kitchen, the house was suspiciously bare. No voices coming from adjacent rooms or any superfriends lounging on the couches. The longer she listened, the quieter it seemed to get, and it quickly unnerved her. She’d investigate the strange disappearances, but food was on the menu first.

Luna sought to sate her hunger with a fruit first. The best-looking out of the bunch was a handful of tangerines, so she peeled enough to fill a bowl. She sat and stared out the window, enjoying the silence as she ate. The woods seemed so serene, and the sight filled her with peace.

While Luna rinsed her bowl, the sound of a door closing caught her attention. Footsteps fast approached her, and she glanced over with a ‘where’s everyone?’ poised at the end of her tongue, but the sight of her visitor quickly stole away the words. It was Loki, and he was a sight: slightly out of breath, drenched in sweat, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, and looking completely overjoyed to see her.

He wasted no time walking up to her and sweeping her into a ‘good morning’ kiss. It was brief but passionate. Luna couldn’t wrap her arms around him before he pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

“Good morning or, uh, afternoon,” Luna finally said.

“Good afternoon,” Loki said back and kissed her again

“You’re sweaty.”

“And you’re beautiful.” She giggled as he kissed her again. “And delicious.” Loki finally pulled back and stroked her hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I did,” Luna answered with a little smile. “I assume you did, too.”

“Oh, like the dead.” Loki took a large swig from his water bottle, and Luna couldn't help but ogle the length of his neck as his head was tipped back.

“What were you doing just now?”

“Just exercising on the machines.”

“You know how to work all those?”

“Sam and Steve showed me, all the while giving me an identical quizzical brow.” Loki stretched out his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have asked, but I woke up with so much energy, I had to do something with it.”

“Oh, way to go, Mr. High Stamina.”

He chuckled and gestured to his damp shirt. “Even though this is after three hours on each at their highest settings,” he sighed and chuckled, “I’m barely exhausted.”

Luna smirked and nodded. “Nice.” She paused and gasped lightly. “Oh! I was going to ask you something. Uh, where is everyone? I haven’t seen or heard anyone else around.”

Loki toward the living room. “They’re all at the pool.”

Luna frowned. “The pool? Isn’t that empty?”

“It was, until Wanda decided to demonstrate her newfound ability to make real things appear.” Loki crossed his arms. “I assume it worked because I haven’t seen any of them since this morning.”

“Huh. Makes sense.” Luna shrugged and looked about the kitchen again. “OK, I think I’ll look for some more breakfast material.” She opened a cabinet. “Tangerines are not very sustaining.”

Loki snapped his fingers. “I knew that’s what it was!”

Luna bit her lip to stifle her bashful smile as she searched. She quickly settled on a more substantial breakfast of bread and peanut butter and took her bounty to the table by the window. Loki grabbed an apple and sat beside her to eat. Food always tastes better in the presence of good company.

Loki bit away at his apple as he silently watched Luna have the rest of her breakfast. His mind busied over their mild tryst from the night before and what was promised afterward: a good, long talk. He was experienced in the realm of physical pleasure, but with her, he was as much a novice as she. It made him wonder if he’d done it wrong his entire life. Perhaps he was, and now he was getting it just right.

“So,” he began, “you’ve touched yourself before, right?”

Luna inhaled sharply and began coughing violently. Loki felt horrible for surprising her, but he couldn’t help but let a few chuckles escape him.

“Hehe, sorry,” he apologized as he patted her back. He remained silent and gave her time to recover.

“Wow, right out the gate with that one, huh?” Luna’s voice was rough, so she drank some water to soothe it. Loki smiled guiltily and shrugged. She cleared her throat and took in a deep breath. “Uh, yeah. Many times.”

“Mm.” The hum sounded like he just tasted something savory, and to him, those were some savory words. “What do you think about?”

“Do we have to do this now?” Luna asked between bites. A smile sat on her face out of pure bashfulness.

“As good a time as any, so long as I have you to myself without any naughty eavesdroppers.” Loki rested his chin on his hand. “So?”

“You want to know if I think about you, is that right?”

“No,” he stated. “But do you?” The pause felt tense. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I think about you, too.” He tapped her nose playfully.

“Well.” She chuckled and sighed, feeling her stomach flip before her next sentence. “Lately, I have. Yeah.” She nervously scratched her head.

Loki’s grin became toothy. “And what do you have me doing to you?”

Luna slowly built up her response, but a glance too long into his eyes sent it crumbling.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that!” she exclaimed, turning her face and shielding it from him.

“Like what?”

“Like you can’t wait to fuck me over this table! Stop it!”

“Goodness, I’m that obvious?” Loki was laughing, and Luna groaned loudly. “I got you all riled up, don’t I?”

“As if you didn’t mean to do that?”

“Maybe not at first,” he chimed, and she snuck a peek at him through her fingers. Her iris and sclera were tinged red. She was barely holding it together, so he relented. “But you were right about talking about this.”

Luna dropped her hand and poked his shoulder. “You do tease me, silly.” They shared a cordial grin. “You know my reasons for wanting to talk first?”

Loki nodded. “It’s your first time, and you just want to be safe.”

“Yeah. And also, last night,” she took a deep breath, “in the moment, it all felt so,” she waved a hand, “encompassing. Like I could barely think. So, I wanted to get some things out of the way without getting riled up first.” She pointed at him.

Loki grinned and nodded. “Of course. What’s the first thing on your mind?”

“Uh,” she tapped her chin, “when you were last checked by a doctor. I don’t know how it works on Asgard, but I’m sure you have similar concerns.”

“You’re right. My last check was on Sakaar, of all places. Once I was friendly with the Grandmaster, I got weekly check-ups. Everyone in his inner circle got them. He insisted all his closest friends be in the peak of health. Anyway, on my last one, I was completely clear, and trust me, they were very thorough.”

“I trust you. And, uh,” Luna bit her lip, “you haven’t slept with anyone since, right?”

Loki smirked and nudged her. “You know I have.” He shot her a wink to double-make his point.

“Haha. I mean, anyone else?” The thought sickened her, but she had to know.

“Goodness, no. The Statesman was wholly inappropriate, and besides, we’ve been together ever since I got here.”

Luna accepted his response with a nod. “And, um, how do you feel about condoms and such?”

“They’re fine. Why?”

“Oh, well, some people find them,” she twirled a hand, “uncomfortable.”

“I’ll do whatever makes you comfortable.” He lay a hand over hers. “You know that.”

Luna bent her head, and a countering thought popped into her head. “Oh, but wait. Augh,” she groaned.

“What?” Loki said worriedly.

“But what if I go blue during it, like every time before?” Luna sighed heavily. “What temperature do condoms freeze?”

“Oh, my,” Loki muttered. It had never occurred to him before.

“Yeah. Ugh!” Luna put her head in her hands. “What are we going to do?”

“Well, you know I’m not ill. And you’re fine, right?”

She looked up at him. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about me. About a year ago, I got a pap smear, and they found nothing.”

“There we go. So,” Loki shrugged, “what else is there to worry about?”

Luna threw up her hands. “Pregnancy, silly! I don’t want to play that game anytime soon. I don’t care how good your pull-out game is. All it takes is one and,” she gestured an explosion with her hands.

“Why didn’t you say so? I have a spell that takes care of that.”

She quirked a brow at him. “Really?”

Loki nodded, all while smiling comfortingly at her. “It’s one of the first spells I created in my youth. It’s quite simple, too. I just place my hands right here,” he put a hand on her lower abdomen, “whisper a few words and make you cum to seal the deal.”

Luna’s brows shot up. “I have to?”

Loki nodded again. “Oh, yes. It won’t work without it.”

“Mm-hm.” Luna nodded in thought. “So, one easy little spell, and that’s it?”

Loki shrugged. “That’s it.”

“Huh. And you’re sure it works?”

“You know what the prophecies say. My father would have doomed any secret children I may have had with some additional drastic consequences.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s right. Heh.” Luna picked up her toast. “And now?”

“Now,” he leaned on his elbow, “I’m sure I can do whatever I like.” He caressed her chin, making her giggle softly. “However, I do regret interrupting your breakfast so rudely.”

“Wow, you do?” Luna said sarcastically. A laugh escaped her as Loki cringed, and she continued eating. After a few more contented bites, she was done with barely a crumb left on her plate. “Hey, do you think we can stop by the pool? I want to see how Wanda pulled it off.”

“Of course we can,” Loki responded, picking up her plate. “We can even go in ourselves.” He walked to the sink to give it a rinse.

“Hehe, sure,” she said sarcastically. Loki could go if he liked, but the thought of wearing a bathing suit sent a shiver up her spine.

The pair walked from one end of the house to the other, arm-in-arm and in soft step with each other. They gazed at the excess of untouched space and reflected on what Tony could need with this house. It was a loss to both of them, but only one was unaccustomed to so much square footage.

“How big was the palace?” Luna asked.

“Big. Exploring it was a favorite pastime of mine.” He paused and chuckled softly. “Just as I’d thought I found the last nook and cranny, another would pop up to show me its secrets.” A sigh escaped him. “Now that I think about it, perhaps that was my mother’s way of keeping me entertained. Hiding rooms or creating fake ones with a little secret inside for me to decipher.”

Luna smiled. “Definitely something I would do.”

Excited chatter and splashing met her ear, and she rushed to see the commotion, purely out of curiosity. The rest of their housemates were indeed in a full pool, splashing and laughing, all donning appropriate swim attire. Luna was at a loss for words, but there was no need to speak as Wanda waded over to her.

“Oh, hi!” she squealed as she stepped out of the pool, her beautiful body shown off in a maroon two-piece. “Can you believe it?! I really did it!”

“You sure did! Wow!” Luna praised, gazing at the glistening water. “I remember when it was near impossible for you, and now this? Incredible.” She took Wanda’s hands. “You’re incredible.”

“Oh, stop, you’ll make me blush.” Wanda waved a hand. “Well, come on! Join us! Both of you!”

Luna procured a sheepish grin and shrugged. “I don’t have any swimwear.”

“I think I have a spare in my bag. I can look for you.” Wanda took a step, but Luna stopped her.

“Really, it’s ok. I need to get something ready for my lawyers, so you all have fun.” She waved them off, but Loki spoke to her quietly.

“I can use my cloaking spell. I can assure you it won’t fail.”

“Thanks, but I’d rather not. I don’t like people looking at me.”

“Now that you mention it,” Loki glanced over his shoulder, “I do see your point.” He turned back to her, holding a sympathetic look in his eye.

“You can go if you like. I’ll just sit over there.” Luna pointed her thumb to the overly fancy lounge chairs by the wall.

“Ah, so you’d rather admire me,” Loki said smugly. “Now, that I can honor.”

Luna chuckled as he waved a hand and transformed his clothing into a tasteful pair of shimmery swim trunks, giving his body a smooth and flawless finish to minimize wrongful gawking. He bent to kiss her hand and skipped off to the pool’s edge. On the opposite side, the boys conspired with each other but dismissed it once Loki approached them and joined the conversation.

Sam let out a sharp whistle. “You got all that under your suit? I hope I look that good when I’m your age.”

“Oh, you have nothing to worry about, Sam,” Loki said, giving Sam’s shoulder a friendly pat. “You look great already. What’s a few more years?”

“Did you just call me old?”

“James, your arm is waterproof?” Loki commented upon seeing the prosthetic fully submerged.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Bucky stammered, lifting his left arm. “Waterproof, freeze-proof, fireproof, you name it.” He turned his hand around. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: best upgrade of my life.”

Loki nodded in approval. “Befitting for you.”

Luna rushed to gather her journals and stationery to return to the pool before Loki got too lonely. If she didn’t find it so endearing, she’d believe him to be clingy, but regardless, she liked it. Aside from her deep love for him, it stoked her ego like nothing else. She hoped her journals reflected as much to the lawyers and whoever decided to read them.

Back in the pool room, she picked a lounge chair and got situated with her books and sticky notes around her. She wrote religiously nearly every night, but as luck would have it, she forgot most of what she wrote. ‘This is what journals are for,’ she thought, but reading them back was painstaking. There wasn’t much in the first few weeks of Loki’s stay, but her pages soon filled with him. Now, she had to pick through the nonsense she wrote and find something useful.

“Reminiscing?” Luna heard Natasha say from beside her. She looked up and saw her flatten out a towel to sit beside her. Luna didn’t ogle, but Natasha looked stunning in a black bikini.

“Yeah, kind of,” Luna said, marking a sentence. “I have to pick out things for the lawyers to prove Loki isn’t here in a nefarious nature.”

“Oh, so you have to prove he’s boring?” Natasha said, throwing in a chuckle at the end. Luna laughed a little as well and sighed.

“He didn’t get out much, and when he did, he was with me, so I have the most reliable record.”

“I just hope none of those guys saw ‘Gone Girl.’” Luna shot Natasha a disapproving look. “OK, sorry. Bad joke.”

“I love him, but not so far as to make fake diary entries. Besides, they’d see right through it if I did.” Luna marked another sentence.

“Hm,” Natasha hummed as she dried off her hair. “So, where are you now?”

“December timeframe. I’m around the part where he, uh,” Luna bit her lip, “oh, I shouldn’t say. You don’t need to know.”

“Uh, yeah, I do! If the world’s going to hear your love story, I deserve to hear it first.”

“It’s not our love story, not by a long shot, but if you must know,” she turned a page, “it’s the time we went ice skating.”

Natasha gasped. “No way! You can skate?”

“Mhm,” Luna nodded. “I took him to Rockefeller Center, and we skated around and talked. It was nice. It was the first time he really felt like a friend.”

“Aw, I love that.” Luna laughed bashfully and turned the page.

“Yeah, he was really cute.”

“Aw!” Natasha cooed. “I could watch you get all lovey-dovey for hours.”

“Ew!” Luna giggled.

“What? You’ve been such a mystery to me for so long.”

“I thought you liked those.”

“I do, which proves my point.”

“Well,” Luna tapped her journal, “let’s hope everyone else likes it too.”

Natasha looked at the ground and sighed. “Yeah. I hope so.”

The sound of loud splashes caught their attention, making the pair look over. The boys were playing a game of chicken with Wanda as a referee, and Loki had just wrestled Sam off of Steve’s shoulders and into the water. Luna let out a small laugh as Loki flashed her a winning smile and gave Wanda a high-five. She savored this moment of peace and togetherness, only wishing it could go on a little bit longer.

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After packing the laundry away, Luna continued perusing her journals for pertinent passages. She was near the middle of the journal, so she wondered if she could wrap up the entry she was on before getting ready to go to sleep. A yawn escaped her, and she rubbed her eyes.

��Getting tired?” Loki asked.

“Yeah, kind of,” Luna responded. “I think it would be smart to stop soon.” She closed her notebook and flexed her fingers, cracking her joints into relief. “Suddenly, this all seems so stupid.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Like, having to use my personal journals to prove that you didn’t do anything wrong.” She sighed and rubbed her eyes again, taking her glasses off for good measure. “I have this strange feeling like one of us will get turned into a patsy.”

Loki lay a hand on her knee. “Yeah, I get that feeling too. It’s not unlike them to do that.” Luna buried her face in her hands and groaned. She was tired and frustrated, and Loki felt it all. He slid his hand a little higher and squeezed her thigh.

“Darling,” Loki purred.

“Mhm?” was her muffled reply.

“It’s late and everyone’s asleep.”

“Mm, probably.”

“I asked Wanda to leave the pool filled in case you’d like to join me later.”

Luna peeked from between her fingers. “And I guess it’s later now.”

“Precisely.”

She let her hands down. “I still don’t have any swimwear.”

“Who said you need any?”

“But someone could see.”

“As I said, it’s late. No one would be going down anytime soon.”

“You really know how to sweet-talk me.”

“Wasn’t trying to. When was the last time you swam?”

“I don’t remember. Definitely not in the last decade. Not with my body as it is.”

“Care to do it with me?”

“Yeah.”

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As Loki said, the pool was still full and equally deserted. Still, Luna treaded quietly, her eyes darted to each dark corner.

“Be calm, darling,” Loki reassured. “No one’s here, and no one will come.”

“What about cameras?” Luna whispered. “Rich people always got cameras in their houses.”

“I turned those off after everyone was gone.”

“Oh, ok.”

Loki took a few steps before her, whipped off his shirt in one fluid movement, and gracefully tossed it onto a chaise lounge. Luna couldn’t help but stare at how the distant lights caught on his skin, casting shadows on his tight muscles and numerous scars. It was a sight he saved only for her, and she cherished it.

Next, he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them, also tossing them to the lounge chair that held his shirt. He turned expectantly to Luna but saw her standing still and staring at him. Smiling softly, he took slow steps towards her.

“Darling, is everything alright?” he crooned. Her eyes snapped to meet his, but she quickly averted them. It was clear she was nervous and chose to admire him instead. It did wonders to his ego. “Do I need to help you?”

Luna hummed and bashfully covered her cheek. “Part of me is telling me you just want to see me without any clothes on.”

“Oh, and here I thought I was doing such a good job hiding it,” Loki said sarcastically.

She chuckled and tugged her shirt over her head. “I can do it.” She tossed it to where Loki threw his and pulled at her bra.

Now it was Loki’s turn to watch, and watch he did with bated breath. Piece after piece, she revealed her body to him. As she did, he watched the shadows catch on the creases and curves of her skin and the shiny edges of her scars. She was a sight to behold, a treasure in his heart, as he remained in hers.

Luna touched her abdomen. “I got to work out more.”

Loki’s brow creased. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean,” Luna took a step towards him, “I have to learn to keep up with you now, Mr. I-can-go-all-night-and-all-day.” She took her glasses and walked to lay them next to their clothes.

“Careful,” Loki called after her, “I may just have to see for myself how long you can go.”

Luna laughed and strode confidently toward the deep end of the pool. “Ugh, you want me so bad, it makes you look stupid.”

He rushed after her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Takes one to know one.”

Loki tightened his grip and tipped the two of them into the water, with Luna yelling on the way down until the water silenced her. She quickly recovered and brushed the water away from her eyelids. Loki’s childish laugh met her ear.

“That’s one way to get you wet,” he joked.

Luna splashed some water at him. “Wow, how original.” She stifled a smile as she moved some hair from her forehead.

Loki mimicked her action. “Still, you’re amused.”

“Haha,” she laughed mockingly and swam away from him, but he was quick to follow.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed his cheek to hers.

“Forgive me,” he said sweetly. Luna turned around and held his face.

“Silly. As if I’m upset with you.” She smiled and lay her forehead against his.

Like two fish in a pond, the pair swam about the pool, enjoying the space, silence, and company of each other. Indeed, it had been years since Luna had swum with such comfort. It felt like being a kid again, and it made her wonder what it was like for Loki.

“When was the last time you swam?” she asked.

“Other than today, not long,” he answered. “Not as long as you, I suppose.”

“Perhaps. You can hide what you want and look how you want to look.”

“When do you last remember?”

“I guess when I was 15. A friend invited me. I borrowed a swimsuit. That was before I started, uh, well,” she gestured downward, “you know.”

Loki glanced down and hummed.

“It also felt wrong,” Luna added.

“Wrong, how?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know how to describe it. Just … wrong. Ugh.” She covered her eyes. “I’m not making sense, am I?”

“No, I understand just fine.”

She looked at Loki and saw a sympathetic look in his eyes. Words escaped her, but he didn’t need to hear anything more.

He wrapped his arms around her. “We can talk more about it later, but let’s just enjoy this for now.”

“Ok. I’d like that.”

Luna pushed off from him and straightened her legs to float on her back. Water lapped at her ears and tried to get in her nose, but she stayed still enough to enjoy herself. The darkness gave her a calm she so dreadfully needed. Tempted, she closed her eyes, and the world faded away. Nothing to see, hear, or touch. She was suddenly in the depths of space, floating to nowhere and seeing nothing of consequence.

But the soft sound of splashing brought her back down to Earth.

Loki gently took her hand and floated alongside her. “Sorry. You just looked so peaceful.”

“No need to be. It did feel peaceful. Just close your eyes and stay as still as you can.”

He did as she said, taking soft and slow breaths, though she didn’t let go of his hand. Their shared touch was the only thing giving them any semblance of awareness—no more sensory deprivation, as if they wanted to be deprived of each other.

Loki stirred, and Luna glanced over at him.

“I have an idea. Hold your breath,” he requested.

“But I don’t have any goggles,” Luna replied.

“You don’t need them. Just keep holding my hands.”

He took her empty hand in his and sank his head beneath the water’s surface. Luna took a deep breath and followed suit, keeping her eyes squeezed shut.

Now, there was truly nothing around her. No sights, no sounds, no smells or things to touch her. Nothing except Loki’s hands holding onto hers. She could feel the delicate tendons, muscles, and slight edge of bone beneath his skin, all of them uniquely his. She hadn’t been with him for long, but she longed for the moment to know the feel of his hands by heart. To recognize every ridge and wrinkle, to tell they were his without any other clue.

Loki gently pulled Luna closer, her hands easing their way up his arms as his slid up to her cheeks. He caressed her with care as he grazed his thumbs over her eyelashes. It made her wince, but she didn’t pull back. She was curious about what he wanted.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long. Loki drew her in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled into it and held tight to his shoulders. Every kiss from him always made her heart leap with excitement, and the weightlessness of the water only added to it. Below the surface, just the two of them existed. It felt like a dream, a pure fantasy found only in the finest stories. It could last forever, and neither of them would mind at all.

Oxygen ran short in supply, and Luna tapped at Loki’s shoulder. He let her go, and they pushed towards the surface. Breaking free, they took large, satisfying gasps of fresh air and slowly smiled at each other as they caught their breath.

“What was that for?” Luna asked.

Loki shrugged. “The idea was tempting, so I gave in.”

“You always give into temptation?”

“Darling, I practically invented the concept,” he said haughtily, making Luna chuckle.

“So, that’s a yes, then?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do I tempt you?”

Loki’s heartbeat quickened. “Oh, every day,” he responded, his voice low.

Luna bit her lip. “I’d ask ‘to do what,’ but I’d be teasing you, wouldn’t I?”

“Very much.”

“Then I won’t ask.” She smiled. “I think I know what it is anyway.”

“Do you want to?”

“Depends. Is it asking me if we should get out and go take a shower?”

Loki grinned. “It can be.”

“Then how about it?” Luna fiddled and pulled lightly at the hair on the back of his head. “Can I tempt you to do that?”

Loki grasped the width of her hips and hoisted her out of the water and onto the pool’s edge.

“Of course,” he responded and let his eyes slip over her bare body, “or perhaps I can keep resisting, and we can just stay here?” His hand drifted over her thigh, and he pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.

A sharp, icy thrum raced down her spine, and she pushed his head away with the heel of her hand.

“Hold it, smart guy. Any more of that, and I’ll freeze you where you float.”

Loki grinned a little. “Ooh. You like me that much?” He planted his hands on the pool edge and lifted himself out of the water to sit beside her. “I’m flattered.”

He quickly got to his feet and moved for the towel pile, damping off the water from his hair and torso. Luna scooted away from the pool edge and stood but made no haste in getting a towel. With no one around, she wanted to admire the view of her lover from afar.

Her eyes traced up his long, strong legs to his firm backside. Her fingers longed to touch him. One second spent away, and her body craved him more than it did the last. Still, as long as he didn’t turn around, she could spend an eternity in her fantasies. She watched his muscles flex, relax, stretch, and compress as he dried himself. To touch him now would be something out of a dream. To get a taste of such decadence, the kind only sold on the highest of shelves and way out of her budget. She wanted to sink her teeth into him and never let go. Maybe after a few more dates, he’d let her.

“Are you going to get a towel yourself, or do I need to help you?” Loki spoke up, giving Luna a start.

Her face flushed with heat. “Oh, I, um,” she choked out, her throat suddenly very dry.

Loki wrapped the towel around his hips as he looked over his shoulder at her, smiling that knowing smile she’d come to read so well. He grabbed another towel and strode to where she stood to rub it over her hair and shoulders. He passed it gently over her body, up and down, before coming back to wrap it around her chest. He cupped her face as she tucked in the edge and placed a chaste kiss on the tip of her nose. Her sweet look from under her eyelashes stirred him deep inside.

Luna puttered after him as he gathered their clothes, all the while fidgeting with the towel.

“My staring’s a problem, I know,” she stated as they stepped out into the hall, not bothering to look at him again.

Loki sighed and took her hand. “Of all the words I would use, that’s certainly not one of them.” He took her hand. “It makes me feel coveted,” he leaned down to her ear, “and I really like that.”

His voice, soft and low, made her gasp and cover her cheek. He giggled as he walked with her down the hall and to the stairs. Step by step, they crept up, afraid to make any noise to attract attention. Thankfully, the stairs weren’t the creaky kind.

Once safely at the top, Loki took a bold move and swept Luna into his arms. She gasped and grabbed at her towel as it started to slide off.

“Put me down! Someone could get an eye-full!” she whispered frantically.

Loki squeezed her leg, and a green flash rolled over them.

“See what, my darling?” he said with a sly gleam in his eye. Luna responded with a deadpan look.

“You could’ve done that sooner.” She craned her neck to look around him. “You got our clothes too?” Loki responded with an affirmative hum. “Nice.” Now, it was her turn to smile.

The pair got to their room without a hitch or a single eye peeping on them. Nothing was said or done except for a swift removal of towels and a quick jaunt to shower. There was no need to speak up for permission, only a shared look and a little nod. They knew what the other meant.

Together, they bathed themselves and a little of each other. Loki indulged in washing Luna’s hair for her. He loved the feel of her hair, the expression she held when her eyes were closed, the way his hands completely encapsulated her head. He’d waste not this precious moment, no matter how many more they may have.

Luna returned the favor and washed his hair as well. She took the utmost care so as not to tangle it beyond repair. She loved his hair and cared for it as much as he did. Additionally, she loved how he looked as she massaged the soap into his scalp and the sensual little sounds he made.

“That feel good?” she asked and received an enthusiastic hum. “I can get your back too if you like. I know you have some trouble with that.”

“I’d like that,” Loki replied, opening his eyes to look into hers. She grabbed his soap while he braced a hand on the shower wall in front of him.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was so different from the first time. His skin felt the same, his muscle tone was the same, and he had the same number of scars, but it also wasn’t the same. Since the first time, she knew what it felt like to rake her nails over his back, to feel his muscles flex as he held himself over her, and the gentle sound of his breath in her ear. The memory alone nearly made her shudder, but she kept it together. Still, it compelled her to be a little risky.

Luna eased her hands down Loki’s back and to his hips. She slid them up his waist and over his ribs to his abdomen. She felt his muscles tightened under her touch. Resting her cheek between his shoulder blades, she waited for him to hesitate, but he remained relaxed, so she kept going. Moving her hands up to his chest, she gently splayed her fingers over his pectorals, feeling the lean muscle below his skin. Her pinky slowly grazed the scar trailing down the middle of his chest. They sat parallel as she leaned against him, separated only by Lok’s physical body. Heart to heart and skin to skin, it connected them. How grotesque. How romantic. Only he could understand, and it filled her with yearning.

Luna moved her fingers a little, squeezing ever so slightly as she did, and gently grazed one of Loki’s nipples. He let out a soft grunt and planted a hand over hers.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice wavering slightly.

“Not sure yet,” Luna responded; her throat suddenly very dry and tight. “Depends on how far you’ll let me go.” She heard his heartbeat pick up pace.

Loki’s shoulders tensed. “Are you serious?” It sounded like his throat was tight, too.

Luna nodded against him. “Mhm.” Loki looked over his shoulder at her. His eyes were so full of hope and need she soon averted them and drifted a hand back down to his stomach. “I don’t want to create any additional expectations right now.” She delicately traced around his navel, feeling the bit of course hair just beneath it. “I just want to make you feel good. Can I?”

“Yes.”

Loki leisurely turned to face her while not maneuvering out of her grasp. The meek expression she presented made his jaw quiver and teeth chatter quietly. Was he dreaming? Were his eyes still closed, and he was making it all up? Perhaps, but could he realistically invent such an arousing sight? Never in his wildest dreams.

He could barely help himself. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, bringing up one hand to hold the back of her head. As he deepened it, Luna grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the shower wall.

“Careful with that,” she warned. “Turn me on more, and we’ll be stuck in this bath for a while.”

Loki smiled cheekily. “Sounds good to me.”

“No, like, we’ll literally be stuck here.”

“I’ll literally be stuck anywhere with you.”

Luna couldn’t help but smile a little. “Don’t say corny things like that when I’m trying to seduce you.”

“If you’re trying, then I must be easy.” Loki flashed his teeth and placed his hands atop her head. He slid them down to her cheeks and laid his forehead against hers. “No need to try. I so terribly want you as it is.”

His voice sent a jolt straight to the pit of her stomach.

“Mm. Poor baby,” she replied with the faux concern. “Guess I should get to it then.”

Luna dragged her hands from his shoulders and down his chest, tracing the soft curves and feeling the muscles move under her touch. Her fingers dipped lower and lower down the edge of his ribs, over his stomach, and across his abdominal muscles. She could feel the strong pulse of his iliac artery through his skin, and her hands began to quake. This was real; it was happening, and she was doing it right now. She flexed a fist to calm her nerves, but Loki had already noticed.

“Your hands are shaking,” he said, and Luna sighed.

“I’ve never done this before.” She nervously met his eyes. “I want to do a good job.”

“Just you being here is good enough. Trust me. Here.” Loki placed his hands over hers. “Like this.”

He helped ease her hands down the rest of the way until her fingers danced on the bottom-most edge of his Adonis belt. He waited for any hesitation and further guided her hands to wrap around the base of his cock. She felt him twitch at the contact, her hands soft and slick with soap.

“Now, go slow,” Loki said, relinquishing his hands and placing them on her waist. “No need to rush.”

Luna did as he requested and heard his breath catch in his throat. It took little effort to get him harder, almost like he was starving for it.

“Is that what you usually like? Something slow?” she asked.

“I, uh,” he began, voice shaky. “I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Aw, that’s nice. I like to take my time anyway.” Luna placed a line of kisses from his collarbone to his chest, her ego growing with every soft gasp and sigh she pulled from him. “You like that?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Loki responded. “You can go faster if you want.”

“Ok,” Luna purred.

She picked up a steady pace with her right hand, stepping a little closer so her hips nearly touched his. They were so close that Loki’s chest pushed against hers with each heavy inhale. Her left hand wandered about his torso, moving up and down his right side, tickling him ever so slightly, and finally drifted delicately to his right shoulder.

Luna’s fingertips danced lightly along his collarbone and up his neck, making him shiver and his skin prickle.

Feeling devious, she followed the goosebumps down the curve of his pectorals to one of his nipples. She lay her cheek against him and rubbed it a few times to gauge his reaction. His eyes fluttered closed as he released a couple of soft moans, a few more sweet sighs, and gently rocked his hips in her hand. She played him as she would a vintage violin: gently and with extreme care so as to produce the most stirring music for the entertained ear. Luckily, the only ear she sought to entertain was her own, and she loved every note he sang for her.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” Loki stammered out. “Because you’re hitting all the right spots.”

Luna couldn’t help but grin. “Like here?” She wrapped her lips around his other nipple and sucked a little, flicking her tongue to add a bit more stimulation.

Loki’s entire body shuddered at the sensation, his fingers trembling and twitching where they held onto her.

“Mm. Mhm,” was all he could muster through shaky breathes.

Luna peppered kisses around his chest. “I’m a biologist, hun. I paid attention in class.” His nerve endings were on fire, and every touch was an extra spark to the line.

“Unh, c-clearly.”

She slowly trailed her left hand down his chest to his abdomen. “I still remember where all those nerve endings are and where the most tend to congregate. All the most sensitive areas.” She planted a few more kisses across his collarbone. “You and I aren’t so different.” A couple of kisses to his neck. “Also, I watch porn sometimes.”

Loki flinched where she touched him. “Really? Wha-what kind?”

Luna chuckled. “That’s a conversation for later.” She moved her right hand to lightly squeeze the base of his cock while her left hand joined it to add friction closer to the tip. “But I gotta say, nothing compares to watching you right now.”

“Uh-huh?” Words were finally beyond him, his mouth sitting open as he puffed short, quick pants.

“Mhm.” Luna laid her cheek against his chest again. “I can hear how hard your heart’s beating. I know enough to know what that means.” She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock, and his chest jumped as he let out a sharp moan. Again, music to her ears.

Trembling as he was, Loki moved a hand from Luna’s waist down the curve of her hip. The tip of his forefinger nearly reached her clit, but she grabbed his hand and put it back where it originally sat.

“Mm-mm, bad idea,” she scolded. “I lose control and it’s bye-bye to this shower.”

“Please, I want to so bad,” he whined breathlessly. “I want to feel you too.”

“I know,” she soothed, feeling a throbbing ache between her legs. “You’ll get your turn when I say, ok?”

Loki whined again but dutifully obeyed her. His hands shook as he held onto her a little tighter. His face steadily grew hotter, and his knees quaked beneath him. He was inching closer and closer to climax, and Luna knew it. She could feel it in the depths of her own body, too.

Down to her smallest cells, she wanted to take his hands and have them touch her where she wanted. It felt like denying herself water on a scorching hot day, but she had to remain strong. Watching him turn to putty in her hands was fantasy enough.

Still, Luna entertained the erotic thoughts circulating in her head. It wasn’t like they couldn’t come true. One affirmative word and Loki would be on her like his life depended on it. But a stray thread of doubt still clung to her. They were good ideas; it just wasn’t the best time to act on them.

But she could still be playful without the burdens of extra expectations. She entertained her imagination with how his cock would feel inside her, how good it would make Loki feel. She could only hope he would enjoy her as much as she sought to enjoy him. She let the tip rest by her naval and stared as she kept firmly stroking it, taking in how heavy and hot it felt against her stomach.

Loki felt the change in her touch and opened his eyes enough to look down.

“Wha-? Ah?” he panted, shocked to see how close they were and how she was touching him.

“I was just thinking,” Luna said softly.

“Ah… about?”

“Mm, about how good it would feel.”

She looked up at him, her red-tinted eyes meeting his as her hands further pushed his cock against her lower abdomen. Her words took root in his brain. How good it would feel? How good? How soft? How hot? She didn’t have to say anything more.

Loki felt his muscles tighten suddenly, and he came fast all over Luna’s stomach. It was much harder than the previous night, so he struggled to keep his mouth closed. There was a lot more noise he had to choke back, lest anyone be awake and batting their ears. A few moans slipped out through his sharp gasps, but he kept them as soft as possible.

Luna stroked him slowly until his muscles stopped twitching, and his breathing evened out. She watched his eyes close as his head tipped back to rest on the wall. He looked so lovely with a pinkish tinge to his neck and cheeks; she couldn’t resist reaching up and touching them. It was warm to the touch, as was the rest of him. He peeked out from one eye to see her lick some of his cum from her fingers. The sight sent a shiver up his already-sensitive nerves.

“Perfect,” she uttered and stepped back into the direct stream of the shower head.

At this moment, Loki wished he had been sitting down. His knees struggled to support him, but he toughed it out. It made him remember why he didn’t care much for doing it in the shower. But he was already in the mood, and how Luna looked at and touched him trumped his previous thoughts and feelings. It was simple, but it brought him such bliss. Again, was he dreaming? Would he wake up with his pajamas damp and a touch of embarrassment? He hoped not. None of his dreams had ever felt this satisfying.

He stared at Luna’s shapely back as she washed herself clean. He followed the lines of her shoulder blades to her spine and then down to her hips. His brow furrowed upon spying two sets of bruises in the distinct shape of his fingers. He was so in the moment it barely registered he was squeezing her that hard.

He reached out and touched the blemished area.

“I didn’t realize I was squeezing you that hard. I’m sorry.”

Luna glanced down and smiled reassuringly.

“Don’t be. I didn’t feel it at all. Besides, it’ll disappear soon.”

Still, it pained him that he left a mark on her with such force, but luckily, over the seconds he stared at her, the bruising faded until there wasn’t a trace.

When Luna was finished with the water, she detached the shower head to spray Loki. He jumped a little but relished the feeling. He wasn’t aware he got anything on him, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Grabbing his soap, he quickly lathered and rinsed himself as a cursory.

“What was perfect?” he said as Luna turned off the water.

“Mm?” she hummed.

“What you said before. What was perfect?”

She smirked and caressed his chin. “That pretty face you make when you cum. It’s perfection.”

Her words sparked a new fire in his belly, and he nearly lost himself. She made him feel like a touch-starved virginal teen all over again.

Luna carefully stepped out of the shower with Loki in tow. She grabbed a towel and handed him one to dry off with, but he was still in a daze. He lightly passed it over his skin as he watched her dry herself with more vigor. The way she bent to get her legs, stretched to reach her back and raised her arms to damp off her hair. It wasn’t new, but it still tantalized him.

Loki restrained himself as Luna would want, but as she wrapped the towel around her torso, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed her arm, turned her to face him, and enveloped her in a kiss he’d been waiting for. It startled her, but she quickly caught on and kissed him back. She’d been waiting for it too, it seemed.

He slowly backed her up until a wall halted him, but it didn’t stop him. He’d been hungry for it since they got in the pool, and the taste of his salty remnants on her tongue nearly sent him over the edge.

“Good job being so patient,” Luna said between breathtaking kisses.

Loki squeezed her waist. “Let me touch you. Please,” he begged as his hands drifted to the bottom of her towel. “I want to make you feel good, and I know you want me to.” He dragged his fingers up her thigh, gently raising the towel as he went.

“I know,” Luna answered breathlessly, “but not right now.” She stilled his hand with one of hers. “I just wanted to make you feel good, but I don’t feel like more right now.” She looked down.

Loki rubbed her shoulders. “That’s ok.”

“And after I talked all big this morning.” Luna sighed, shaking her head. “You must be frustrated.”

“I’ll get over it.” He pressed a kiss onto her head. “I won’t push you, especially after you made me feel so good. Just remember: one word, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

They shared a reassuring smile.

“Ok,” she responded, and Loki rescinded his advances to save for another time.

He retrieved his towel from the ground and continued drying himself.

“To tell you the truth,” he said, “I am a bit peeved. I wanted to be the one to ravish you first, but you beat me to it.”

He presented Luna with a cheeky grin, but she shot one right back at him.

“That’s not the only thing I beat. Haha!”

Loki gasped in shock as she continued laughing triumphantly at her vulgar joke, but it didn’t take him long to join her. It was good to laugh. Nothing was too serious, and they both felt good and as long as Luna was at ease being with him, he would long for nothing else.

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With teeth brushed and hair combed, the pair settled into bed. Relaxation seeped into the bones, and the soft beckons of sleep grew louder. Luna lay her head by Loki’s shoulder as he played a puzzle game on his phone and gazed at him in the dim light.

“You said I make you feel coveted,” she said.

Loki paused and looked at her. “Mhm.”

Luna caressed his jawline and spoke softly. “I do covet you. I want you all to myself. I want to be the best you’ve ever had.” She bent her head. “Is that bad of me to think so?”

Loki smirked. “Terrible.” Luna’s eyes darted to meet his, and he wrapped an arm tightly around her. “So bad, I should steal you away from everyone and keep you for myself.”

Her alarm melted into a satisfied grin as she drew closer to him. “Mm. If that’s my punishment, then I’ll be as bad as I possibly can.”

“Lucky me.”

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A/N: the iliac artery is one of the main groups of arteries in the body. It consists of two arteries - one for the left side of the body and one for the right side - and runs down the center of the body, carrying blood to the lower extremities, like the lower organs, groin, and legs. (Idk if this will work for you, but I can usually feel its pulse when I press my hand firmly into my abdomen). And the Adonis belt is the diagonal v-line muscles that show up around the hips and angle down to the groin area.

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