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Suguru loves two people more than anything - you, and Satoru Gojo.
You're his girlfriend, and Satoru is his best friend, but fuck if you and Gojo don't just constantly fight. Bickering like an old married couple, the more you stay over, the more you both argue, especially when you dipped into Satoru's Mochi stash.
Suguru thought he may just fucking lose it if the two of you don't start getting along, it's not like Satoru has ever asked him to leave you, no, it's more Satoru threatens to actually kill you. And your mean little ass gets off on it, giggling like a psycho every time you get him madder.
"You're such a little brat," Satoru grumbles today, looking at the expensive ass shirt you have on. "That's mine!?"
"It looks good on me," you tease, tapping Suguru's chin and leaning up to kiss him, your thighs and half your damn ass hanging out, making Satoru ache.
He can't stand you.
"You are trying to piss me off, Suguru tell her to fucking take it off," Suguru sighs then, tilting your chin up, smirking.
"Take it off, Princess."
"Thank you - ah!? Right here!?" You slip the shirt right off over your head, leaving you in just a pair of slutty lil boyshorts, smiling at Satoru as you toss it. "You're..."
"There, you have your shirt back," you sigh as Suguru cups your pretty tits in his hands, tugging your bqack against him, Satoru's cheeks flush a bright pink as his gaze trails to where he's gripping. "Is that better, Toru?"
"Don't call me that..." He's throbbing, leaking pre against his boxers, shirt crumpling up in his hand. "I can't stand you."
"I know," you moan when Suguru kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at Gojo. "Sugu..."
"Why don't you two try to get along?" He says, like he always does, but this time - it's just a little different.
"I'll never get along with your menace of a fucking girlfriend," Satoru crosses his arms, looking away, when Suguru's next words fuck him up.
"Why don't you let her make it up to you? You can, right Princess?" You gasp, looking back at him now, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "Why don't you use that perfect mouth, he clearly is tense."
Satoru says nothing - utterly dumbfounded as you, when you look into Gojo's dazed, lidded eyes. "He wouldn't want that."
"Yeah I wouldn't... um..." Suguru chuckles against your neck.
"I want you both to get along, but if you don't want her mouth on your cock, then-"
"Wait, wait!?"
He's damn near flapping his arms, Suguru hardly holds in his laughter, raising a brow.
"I mean... we could if... I..."
Somehow Satoru ends up in his bed with you bent over, tongue lapping along the underside of his cock, trailing a vein as Suguru sits in the chair, palming his already hard cock. Satoru's eyes betray everything he says out loud, blue eyes darting to your face, brushing your hair back as he watches your tongue swirl right along his tip.
Fuck you're pretty.
He almost babbles it when your tongue scoops out some of that leaking white, eyes glaring right at him, even as you nip his tip with your teeth, making him yank your hair hard.
"Fuckin' brat," he grumbles, you're laughing softly, kissing it instead, he could almost bust from that, hands trembling. "Don't let her bite me, Suguru, fuck."
"Princess," you are so wet Suguru can see it, dripping from your puffy lips. "Show him how good you can be."
"Yes, daddy," Satoru rolls his eyes at that, scoffing - not like he'd ever want you to call him that!?
Right?
No way.
You start really sucking him, slurping him all up, letting him fuck up into your throat with messy, filthy lil strokes, the sounds of you choking on him just urging him more, all while Suguru strokes his own cock. The sight of you swallowing his friend had him pulsing, his veins pressed up, so hard it hurts.
"F-fuck... you're so pretty like - I mean!? You're okay at - ah! It..." Suguru snorts, leaning back further as Satoru's half ass praise has your pussy dripping down his sheets.
"She loves praise, keep goin' hmm?" Satoru lets out a shaky breath, hand gripping your hair at the base of your neck, his other slipping across your bare shoulder, sliding down the side of your neck.
"Doin' such a good job, shit..." He whispers, feeling your moan vibrate around his length, tightening right up. "Feels s'good and... there, fuck you're..."
He's whimpering.
Satoru hates you more for whatever it is you're doing to his cock, sucking him so hard he almost busts, tugging you up instead. You press him back when he tries to flip you over, straddling him with your hands on his chest, leaning low, seeing his snowy lashes all lowered, he's so goddamn needy right now, feeling your slick along him.
"Open, Toru," you tease, he glares, but does just that - opening so you can spit a trail of saliva right in his mouth, landing on his tongue.
Satoru may be in love with his best friend's psychotic girlfriend.
"Good boy," you feel his cock twitch, leaning down and sliding it, letting Suguru watch the sight of his best friend's cock slipping into his girlfriend's pretty cunt.
"Fuck..." That's Satoru and Suguru, when you slam right down on it, making him cry out as he swallows your spit down his throat, his hands right on your waist, your cunt is so fucking tight wrapping him, tip already snug on that puffy cervix.
He could cum if you move.
He pins you down, leaning up and kissing up your chest, teeth nipping your skin, your nails dig into his shoulders, body trembling as you try to take control, but he's wrapping your waist, pinning you down.
"Let me move," you cry out when he uses his muscles to hold you there, pulsing right in your cervix, peeking at Suguru, seeing how thick his cock is right now, making you even wetter. "Don't you wanna come here, Sugu?"
"I wanna watch you two make up," his lips twitch as he sees the filthy sight of your slick dripping down his best friend's balls. "Let me see you make her cum, Satoru - or you won't get to fuck her again."
This could happen again!?
Satoru almost panics at how fucking excited he is, holding it in and leaning back, raising you up and down by the fat of your ass, landing in a filthy, wet smack, your whines escaping your throat as you cling to his chest. "I'll make her cum, Suguru."
Satoru does make you cum, fucking you from one orgasm into another, flipping you over and arching your back, yanking both your arms behind you as he pins your wrists right behind your back, leaving you momentarily under his control, though he knows your crazy ass will have him whining out again.
"Grippy socks, grippy pussy," you gasp, opening your mouth to yell at him just to get your cunt pounded, dizzy from how mean his fat cock is bullying your tacky little walls. "It's true."
"You dick, w-was a few days there," he slams deep, making you arch more. "Sugu, tell him to be nice."
"I love her grippy socks," Suguru's words have you both laughing softly, as Suguru's stroking his cock faster, Satoru pounding you into that mattress like he indeed could fuck every frustration out on your cunt. "Play with her clit, Satoru."
Satoru releases your wrists and leans over you with a hand braced on the bed, his hand reaching around to rub circles on your neglected little clit, the first time he's even touched your cunt. You were so damn wet from sucking him and having Suguru watch, he hadn't had to get you ready.
"Slutty lil brat," he murmurs in your ear, as your head falls back, and he's running meaner circles. "Gonna cum for your boyfriend, gonna have me pump you full and him eat it out of you?"
"Y-you're the slut," you bite out, right before you shatter around him, cunt just clamping right down, as that orgasm fucking wrecks you.
"Fuck, she's squeezing me so tight," Satoru groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment, about to bust right with you with how you're milking his cock. "You like that, don't you? Cummin' on my cock while your boyfriend watches?"
Your only response is a series of incoherent whimpers, ones you'll regret later when this little menace makes fun of you, but you're too fucked out to care.
If this was hate sex, you were here for it.
"Too much, sh-shit," you mumble as he continues toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers. "Sensitive!"
"Awww, are you crying?" He's chuckling at your tears, when Suguru clicks his tongue.
"Satoru..."
"Sorry, fuck," Suguru's strokes become faster right along with Satoru's thrusts in your loud, messy hole, eyeing the way Satoru's glistening cock disappears into your swollen folds easier and easier, the way your back arches for more, until you're both babbling.
"F-fuck..." Suguru busts his hot, sticky load into his own hand, thick ropes of his release coating his fingers and palm as Satoru cums right with him, filling up your pussy and whimpering your name over and over.
It shows everything he thought.
Satoru didn't hate you, he just really wanted to fuck you.
"God, f-fuck you're so... felt so perfect and..." He's crying out as you laugh, making Satoru glare again. "Psychotic, I swear..."
"You love psychotic pussy," you giggle as he pulls out, and Suguru walks over, tilting your chin up, swiping drool off the corner of your lip. "Hi, Sugu."
"Hi baby," Satoru's gripping your waist, pulling out with a filthy pop, as you eagerly suck the mess Suguru made of his hands off his fingers, and Satoru watches the mess your cunt is, gooey white just drippin' right out and down on his own bed.
"Wasting all this? Tsk," he gathers it and slips it back in your cunt, making you lashes flutter closed as Suguru's fingers slide in your throat, choking you, letting you lap the salty white release off.
"Will you two get along now?" Suguru asks quietly. "Or do I need to fuck Satoru's cum in your cunt, and fill you with mine? Make him eat both loads out?"
"I like that idea," you giggle, expecting an argument, but Satoru likes that idea even more than you do.
Suguru is a master at getting people to make up <3
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this was an idea in my comments for cuck sugu (@vamqyx) hehe, this rly is filthyyy help
Summary: you keep running into Clark while he's shirtless. You're not one bit upset about it either. [WC 704] [ao3]
Warnings: Shirtless Clark, flirting, fluff
Shirtless Men Series
The first time it happens, it’s an accident. It has to be. You’re halfway through a sentence—something about your latest assignment—when you push open Clark’s apartment door without thinking.
“—and then he said if we miss the deadline—” You stop.
Clark freezes. You both stare at each other. Because Clark Kent—sweet, polite, slightly bumbling Clark Kent—is standing in the middle of his living room…very, very shirtless. Like. Abs. Defined. Sun-warmed skin. Broad shoulders. The kind of chest that looks like it was sculpted by someone with a personal vendetta against your ability to function.
Your brain short-circuits.
Clark’s eyes go wide. “I—You—Hi.”
“…Hi.”
There’s a beat. A long one.
Then you violently turn around. “I DID NOT SEE THAT.”
“I think you did.”
“I DIDN’T PROCESS IT.”
“I think you’re processing it right now.”
“SHUT UP, CLARK—”
There’s a blur of motion (too fast, always too fast), and suddenly a shirt is on him. You turn back, slowly. He’s red. Like, really red. You’re probably worse.
“…You should start knocking,” he mumbles.
“You should wear shirts in your own home.”
“…That feels unfair.”
“…Yeah, okay, that’s fair.”
—
The second time is less accidental. Not that you’ll ever admit that. You tell yourself you’re just returning a book. You tell yourself you’re just being a good friend. You absolutely do not tell yourself that you’ve been thinking about his shoulders for three straight days. You knock this time.
There’s a pause. “Come in!”
You open the door. Clark is in the kitchen. Still shirtless. Holding a mug. Like this is normal. Like he isn’t actively ruining your life.
“Oh,” you say, incredibly intelligent. “You’re—”
“—still shirtless, yeah.” He winces. “Sorry, I didn’t think—”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say quickly. Too quickly. “You live here. You can—exist.”
He nods, awkward. You nod, awkward. Neither of you looks directly at his chest. You both fail.
Clark clears his throat. “You, uh… needed something?”
You hold up the book. “Return.”
He takes it, fingers brushing yours—warm, steady, grounding.
“You could’ve just dropped it off at work,” he says.
“…Yeah.”
Silence stretches.
He shifts. You notice. Of course you do.
“Do you—uh—want coffee?” he asks.
You blink. “Are you going to make it like that?”
Clark looks down at himself. Then back at you. “…Is that a problem?”
Your face heats. “No.”
A pause.
“…Is it a distraction?” he tries, a little more quietly.
You swallow. “…Maybe.”
Clark smiles. Soft. Small. A little shy. “Then I’ll put a shirt on.”
“…Or,” you blurt, then immediately regret it, “you don’t have to.”
Clark goes very still. “…Okay,” he says.
And he doesn’t.
—
The third time is not an accident. And it’s definitely not on him. You show up with takeout. Late. Rain-soaked. Clark opens the door, already halfway through tugging off a damp shirt. You walk right into it. Like, physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Your hands hit his chest as you stop yourself from colliding with him. Warm. Solid. Very real.
Clark freezes.
You freeze. “…Hi,” you say, voice suddenly very small.
“Hi,” he echoes.
Neither of you moves. Your hands are still on him. You should pull away. You don’t.
“…You’re soaked,” he says softly.
“So are you.”
“…Yeah.”
Another beat.
“You didn’t let go,” he murmurs.
Your heart stutters. “You didn’t move.”
“I didn’t want to.”
That does something dangerous to your lungs.
You tilt your head up, meeting his eyes. “…Clark?”
“Yeah?”
“…Are we both just pretending this hasn’t been happening for weeks?”
His breath catches. “…Probably.”
“…Do you want to keep pretending?”
Clark looks at you like you’ve just handed him something fragile. “…No,” he says.
Your fingers curl slightly against his chest. “Good,” you whisper.
And this time, when you step closer it’s on purpose.
Clark’s hands find your waist, gentle but certain. “You still didn’t knock,” he murmurs, just before your foreheads touch.
You huff a quiet laugh. “You still didn’t wear a shirt.”
“…I might stop doing that less.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Clark smiles. And when he kisses you, soft and warm and a little awed, you think maybe this is your favourite version of him.
“Elite Spy Scarecrow, you have been assigned to mentor Team 7.”
“Yes, President Third Fire Shadow. Which Junior Spies are on that team?”
“That would be Crouton Spiral, Cherry Blossom Springtime, and Assistant Paper Fan.”
“Oh dear God.”
Later…
“Hello, Team 7. I am Scarecrow. I have been assigned to lead your squad.”
“Elder Scarecrow is so dumb. I am Crouton Spiral and I’m gonna be President someday. Believe it!”
“Nice to meet you, Elder! My name is Cherry Blossom Springtime, and I’m in love with Assistant.”
“This is all you need to know. I’m Assistant, from the Paper Fan Clan. I hate these two dumbasses. I hate my brother, Weasel Paper Fan. He killed my family, so I’m going to kill him.”
Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)
Season 4 Episode 19: The Wedding
Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.
Warnings: New found spectrum of foods
Word Count: I am on a break from work because the work basically rawdogged my mental health like there was no tomorrow. So, I have taken some time off. Hopefully, you’ll see more of me and anon will stop writing ITA chapters out of frustration.
THE LAST NIGHT FOOTAGES
Two cameras, one following you and Chris and the other following Loki and his date looked at each other before going back to recording the two couples equally surprised at the others’ presence at a visibly niche resort.
“What…” no further words left your impressively glossy nude lips while Chris stood right next to you, with your arm wrapped around his.
Loki tilted his head in your direction. “Y/N?”
“Oh!” The Latina standing next to Loki gave a positive gasp, “so this is Y/N!” She stepped forward and presented her hand for a shake. “Hi! I’m Carina. Loki’s date.”
There was a furrow in your brows but a smile on your face when you reciprocated her gesture. “Nice to meet you,” you mumbled, not sure how to proceed further.
“She’s my lawyer,” Loki was quick to add, getting looks of confused surprised from both you and Chris, “I am only allowed to be out in public places with either the Avengers or a lawyer present. And this is Carina’s brother’s wedding party.”
Chris reflected a new found excitement at the new fact. “Oh! So you are Ronnie’s sister! I am Chris, Zara’s brother. We missed you at the rehearsal dinner.”
Carina reflected her excitement with a moderately high pitched greeting. “I was busy with a human rights case in Washington against the state yesterday. I hate that I missed it but as a token of satisfaction, I got two thousand children and young adults freed from detention centres and lawful action against the forced that detained them in the first place.”
You: Oh my God! Carina is so impressive!!
*camera pans out to a similarly smitten Chris standing next to you*
Chris: So impressive!
You: *turn to face Chris* did you see that-
*both of you speak in unison* tattoo on her back?
You: So badass!
Chris: And all those muscles on her back. *the man has his jaw on the floor, lost in a dream state*
You: *excitement turns to a newfound realisation* I think I’m in love with her.
Chris: *the unhinged jaw suddenly turns into a small ‘o’* I think me too. Do you think my sister will kill me if I asked Carina out on a date today?
You: *furiously nodding* absolutely.
Carina: I’m sort of babysitting Loki. His therapist required him to socialise outside the Avengers circle. So I kind of volunteered to bring him to my brother’s wedding.
*the camera person asks her a question*
Carina: Am I scared of him doing something bad at the wedding? *expressions change from serious to empathetic* Oh honey! I am half Latina half Indian. And both sides are present today…in the same place. If there’s anyone who needs to be scared it is Loki. And Y/N, if she’s single.
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The footage cut to the entire crowd going silent at the entry of the two couples. While a few guests cheered at Chris’ arrival on one side and Carina’s on the other, the rest of the eyes followed you and Loki with unfiltered scrutiny.
As both your dates tried to greet their respective relatives, Loki leaned towards you to ask a question.
“That’s how they usually are. I speak from experience. Just smile, shake hands or fold them in a namaste, depending on the person in front of you. They are the ultimate ragebaiters so try not to falls for their tricks,” you stressed as a hand from the crowd pulled you away from the God.
Loki tried to get a hold of you but you were already disappearing in the midst of multiple relatives.
“Who are you?” A five feet something lady came and stood in front of the God with undisputed confidence.
Six ladies stood behind her, whispering something in between glances being thrown in his direction. A few of them wore sarees just like you. Other were dressed in elegant evening gowns. Both lots shared the stare of stripping every last bit of information from their ‘target’.
“I think I’ll go find Carina.”
“What are you to Carina?” The lady boss asked with an air of authority, making Loki scoff.
“What are you to Carina?” He clapped back, metaphorically, making the aunties gasp at the God, questioning his audacity to ask them questions.
“We are her aunties.” They said without skipping a beat, shrugging the air with their shoulders and flipped back their long thick hairs.
“And I am none-of-your-business,” the God concluded the conversation with an air of confidence with a flip of his long lustrous hair before walking into the crowd.
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The bride and groom sat in front of the sacred fire, marrying through the Indian tradition. One of the cameras watched Loki from a distance, leaning on the bar nursing a drink in his hand while his eyes were stuck on someone standing opposite to the kiddie pool in the middle of the venue.
Following his line of sight, the camera panned onto your figure standing in a corner, mesmerised by the fire, the marrying couple and whoever would speak to tease them for their future.
The other camera caught Loki’s features going soft, but not before he caught two aunties standing next to him catching him in the act of being a soft mush.
“They are all like this on the inside for their wives, aren’t they, Sofia,” the Indian aunty stated to her Latino counterpart, and the latter simply nodded.
“True, Anita,” Sofia nodded, turning to look in your direction, “he is still a young fellow and he is looking at her like my Juan looks at me when he thinks I won’t notice. Idiotas don’t realise all woman have a very strong sixth sense, no matter where they are. They can sense it in their chest and stomach, all the good and the bad. And the good bad and the bad good.”
And as if on queue, your gaze turned up from the fire to look at Loki standing at the bar.
The soft look immediately faded away, making the God involuntarily turn towards the aunties.
“Witches! Both of you!” He hissed at them before handing them their drinks from the counter.
“Tell us something we don’t know, son,” Anita quipped before proceeding to take a long satisfying sip of her margerita.
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After the ceremony, the bride and groom left for their hotel room to get changed for the post nuptials fun.
Kids were screaming in delight to have been left free by their parents to play as they like.
Young adults were mingling, snickering, sharing tea, dancing and clicking pictures.
The adult adults were networking- except for you and your camera person.
“Javi, did you eat?”
The camera recorded you bringing in a couple of plates- to the table where the camera was- with assorted snacks of both ethnicities.
The camera seemed to have been put on the table where both you and Javier could come in a single frame, sitting on the opposite ends while the middle showed the view of the pool and the area beyond.
You proceeded to put a fork in front of Javi before digging into the snacks.
Javi tapped the table to get your attention.
“Where is Chris?” He signed.
“He’s helping his brother in law with the party outfits.”
Javi nodded and proceeded to take a bite of a kebab in front of him.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, the camera recorded Loki at the other end of the pool being bullied by kids to ‘show them magic’.
“No! Bug off, little cockroaches!” He yelled at them.
But the kids were persistent. “How could this guy have taken over New York? He can barely keep all his hair in a ponytail.”
“Try this paneer tikka, it’s delicious,” you could be heard over Loki’s reaction.
A kid could be seen beating Loki’s legs with a pool noodle. “If I beat you, will you send me flying to New York?”
“No, first send me up to the clouds, I wanna see unicorns!” A girl dressed in a pink gown with glitters all over is seen jumping persistently to get the God’s attention.
“He can’t send you to the clouds, Val. He has clearly become a loser after joining the Avengers,” another kid, visibly older than the rest of the bunch, was quick to state.
Loki stood there at loss of words, rubbing his face. His body could be seen contemplating something for a stretched moment before he stood straight again.
“OKAY. Okay. I’ll show you only one trick. And only because I am feeling quite generous tonight to not kill any of you annoying little pricks,” he announced to his private crowd, getting them all riled up.
Javi tapped the table again. “Try these chicaritos and sliders. They are chef’s kiss,” he signed.
Loki took off his suit jacket, giving it a flick with one hand before lighting his other hand with his signature gold and green magic hues, artistically rubbing it all over the fabric.
“Ready?” He asked the crowd of eight kids.
“Oh, my GOD!! Just do it already! We are already dying from your boring theatrics” The tallest kid called him out.
Loki proceeded to flip the jacket in the air, making it grow into a thick blanket. The jacket, dark as the night, covered the kids for a drifting second, as if making them disappear into nothing, before Loki flipped the fabric back up, retaining its original shape of the jacket in his hands.
The kids stood there, their mouths ajar, their eyes wide, their body paused in some sensory awe.
“What was that?” The little girl in pink asked.
“That was the andromeda galaxy,” he stated quite proudly.
“AGAIN!” The kid with the New York comment demanded the God.
“No.” The God stared down at the kid to assert dominance.
The kids turned into a bunch of wild animals crying and shouting at him, attacking his legs, climbing his torso to let them experience, whatever they just saw, again.
The God threw himself in the pool, screaming for his life.
“AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A GOD?!!” The tallest kid shouted, jumping into the water with a pool noodle, smacking the God right in his face.
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The shot opened with Loki’s hands in frame, picking up the new tiny quiches from the snack bar, when your hand came to smack the food out of his hands.
The camera panned out to Loki’s tired expressions as he looked up to some part of the universe.
“I swear to the Norns!!”
“Yeah, F*** you too—“ you interrupted the God as you steal his quiche and put it in your plate.
“Did no one teach you the concept of sharing?” The God sang.
“My therapist told me to practice taking what I deserve and stop thinking what other people think about me,” you responded flatly.
Loki looked at you with a murderous stare, waiting for a response from your end. But you made yourself busy in adding more dips and cheeses from the charcuterie boards.
The God slid a bit further down the snack bar to pick up the freshly backed mini pizza the chef has just kept on the serving tray. But you beat him to it.
Loki watched in surprised horror before taking the decision of stealing the pizza from your plate.
You shouted his name as a warning. But the God was already savouring a decent bite from the cheesy delicacy, moaning in pretence to let you know how good it was.
The lens recorded your kick to his shins, watching him squirm and try to balance his weight in the pain, the pizza in his mouth blocking the scream from escaping out.
You walked away without another word.
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The aunties were back, sharing the wedding tea as they sat in a corner while a lone Loki sat next to them, a table to his entire self, eating the wedding cake.
Across the pool, the DJ played for the people who were dancing on the floor, including the bride, groom, Chris, Carina and rest of their family and friends. The camera caught you in there too, watching you sway in your blue saree as some cousin of the groom tried to shoot his shot with you from your blind spot.
Loki sat up straight in his seat, his eyes glued to your dancing figure.
The camera picked up on the aunties watching the God watching you, nudging each other with a calculative gaze.
The other camera watched as you pushed you elbow back into the creepy boy’s abdomen, making him squirm and retreat in fear of you.
Loki smiled.
“Look, look at this guy,” one of the aunties tsked. “Came in with our Carina and now he is eyeing that other girl who is looking stunning in that saree.”
The God could feel his eyes roll way back into his head. “Don’t you have a life, Anita?”
“More social than yours,” Sofia quipped, defending her buddy.
“She’s my-“ the God blinked in some self reflection, his eyes trying to veil the pain as he looked into infinity- “friend.”
The aunties communicated through their eyes with each other, visibly understanding some heaviness in the air.
“Haye Allah, he got her pregnant,” Aunty Shirin was the first to give her unfiltered reaction, shocking Loki through and through.
“Wait, what?! NO! I said friend? What part of ‘we are friends’ made you jump to me getting her pregnant?!!!”
“No, no, Shirin,” Aunty Svetlana negated in her thick Russian accent, “she got him pregnant and then left him for Chris. What. He is God. We don’t know how his genitals work. Look at her. That young woman could get him pregnant today if she wanted to.”
Loki put his palms over his face, facing towards the night sky. A frustrated wail escaped his lungs, muted by his palms- loud enough for the aunties to hear but not loud enough to go past the pool and over the music. The aunties gave him sufficient time to let it all out.
“I wonder if Gods get paid for child care by their partners,” Sofia questioned out loud amongst her friends.
The camera stood in the middle of the two tables, taking the irony and the contrast into one frame.
“Ladies-“ the God finally composed himself- “I…am not pregnant. She is a very dear friend. That. Is. All.”
Now the ladies looked at each other with, could only be called, a resting bitch face.
“What?” The God demanded an answer.
“Very dear friends are not looked at with yearning in your eyes, malyshka,” Svetlana avowed.
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You were drenched in sweat, taking a break from dancing. The camera followed you down the stairs into the vast garden. The green landscape had trees at every ten feet while the shrubs lines the walkways around the entire area.
Garden lamps lit the pathways in their soft golden hues where you finally struggled to walk in your heels.
“I can feel it now,” you converged with the camera, “the pain in my feet. Not that I regret dancing tonight.”
You raised your arms, bringing your hands back to tie your now greasy hair into a bun to let your back and neck breathe.
The camera panned in on your hands working to make a flawless bun out of whatever hair you had, all the while your backless blouse gave the lens a view of the muscles you had recently been working out on.
“Are they visible now?” You flexed for the camera, gushing when a hand came from the person behind the lens and gave you a thumbs up.
The smile on your heated up- and immensely glowing- face suddenly withered away when both you and the camera caught noises of a couple of men come from somewhere close in the garden.
“Couple of real hot stuff out there in the party. Real thick oriental pieces,” can be heard in a thick white ‘Chad’ accent.
And before you could direct the camera to walk with you further away from the noise, the men were walking through the shrubs and onto the pathway behind you, announcing ‘here’s one’.
There were five Caucasian men dressed in business suits, visibly drunk, following you and catcalling you.
“Oh, man,” one of them was smoking a cigarette and rubbing his eyes, “had I known we were gonna get such hot stuff here, I woulda never let you take me to that strip club.”
“She’s even walking with a camera person,” another man called out, “I mean, that’s clearly a sign, you guys. What better night to make a po-“
“There you are,” a voice came from behind the men.
The other camera stood behind the God, taking in his towering height and the pair of slippers he casually hung over his shoulders with one hand while the other hand rested in his pocket.
“Who’s this?” One of the Chads pointed out.
The God continued to take elegant strides towards you, his presence sufficient to make the men shift to make way for him to you.
“You can kill as many men as you want, darling,” Loki announced to whoever was listening, “but take me with you. I don’t want to miss out on the fun.”
You watched the God, reading his eyes for about three seconds, and shifted to your gaze to the men standing confused behind him. “I was about to call you, babe. I’d forgotten my knives in the room.”
Loki ‘ahh’d with realisation before turning to look at the crowd that was slowing realising a weird vibration from the two of you. “Good thing I brought the sharpest ones with me.”
The God took out a cleaver for himself and a knife for you.
The men were already running away in whatever direction felt safe, away from the two of you.
Loki made his handy weapons disappear into his pocket dimension.
Both of you started walking further, towards a bench in the centre of the garden.
Both the cameras stayed at a respectable distance recording the two of you from different angles.
“Was that Sam’s knife?” You asked the God.
Loki slowed down his walk to match your pace. “Don’t worry I’ll put it back.”
You sat down, letting out a frustrated sigh while pulling your saree up to take a look at your feet.
The camera recording the God coming to a stop right in front of you, getting down on one knee and then the other. Keeping the slippers next to him, he wrapped his fingers around your ankle to bring your feet closer to him.
“I can do it,” you pressed but Loki continued undoing the buckle on your silver heels, being careful while removing them so as not to rub against the blisters that were forming at the back.
The God took a little medicine box out of his pocket dimension, taking a bit of the blue coloured concoction and rubbing it generously over the blisters, doing the ritual all over for the other foot before putting the slippers on your feet.
The lens panned in on the two of you when Loki asked if the pain was any better.
You nodded, asking him to sit next to you for some time before heading back to the party.
However, Loki did not budge. Still on his knees, the frame focused on his flushed hands rubbing against each other for a prolonged instant before resting on the knees.
“I’m sorry.” The cameras caught the God speak.
They tried to zoom in onto your blank features, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Hm?”
“I am sorry, Y/N-“ the God looked up at your face- “for what I did. I know my apology is long overdue. And I am aware I should not have been so careless with your feelings. You confessed your love for me and being the incorrigible idiot that I was, I avoided it through my dry, baseless humour. And in doing so, I forgot I was displaying my nature as a shallow excuse of a friend to the one person who had been nothing but warm with me since day one.”
The lenses watched you not breathe for an elongated moment before turning your face away from him.
“Every passing day I regret not being intellectual enough to sit down with my feelings and hold a conversation with you. I regret that night when you poured your heart out to me and I failed you like a coward. And I know however much I apologise, it will not be enough for the damage I caused. I would rather annihilate myself than be the cause of your heartbreak in any time line that exists, Y/N.”
One camera caught a glimmer of a tear rolling down your cheek as you still looked away from the God.
The other camera watched as Loki drew his hand out to take yours but stopped midway, turning itself into a fist and coming back on the God’s thigh.
“I miss my friend,” Loki finally revealed, “and I know I have no right to ask for her forgiveness. I just want her to know that I will always be there for her through everything. And try to do better every day even if she does not want anything to do with me.”
Silence eroded the grounds. A few minutes passed by. Neither of you budged from your positions.
“When I moved out of the facility-“ your voice was heavy as you turned back to Loki, who sat up straight to hear you better- “I was not…able to function like a normal human being for a couple of weeks. I would…miss out on my meals and often skip classes. And this one time after rotting in my bed for three weeks straight, I forgot how to walk properly.”
Loki did not speak, waiting for you to continue.
“But every single day, without fail, there would be a drink in my fridge. Some days it was soda. Other days it was fresh juice. And on a few occasions, there would be soup that I could heat up when going down to the cafeteria seemed like a task.”
Loki averted his gaze from you, his turned into fists over his knees while his thumbs impulsively ran circles on his skin.
“And then I started finding cats wherever I went. Cuddly, needy cats who would curl themselves up at my feet or my lap or whichever body part they could find and purr uninterruptedly for a good amount of time. And it helped. All of that helped me more than I like to admit. And I know that was not a coincidence, Loki. I have known for quite some time about your discrete visits to see how I was doing. That hurt me more.”
Loki rubbed his hands over his face.
“Took you long enough to apologise when you could’ve done this the very next day and we would have enjoyed binge watching A Shop For Killers together like we’d decided, dude!”
Loki raised his face up, sniffling. “Sam spoiled it for me.”
“And you deserve it!”
He nodded. “And I deserve it.”
A few seconds passed by, you dabbed the tears off your face.
“But did you watch it? The first season?” You murmured in question.
Loki shook his head.
“Good boy.”
You got up from the bench. “Come on, let’s go back.”
Loki perfected the hem of your saree to match the level of your slippers before getting up with your heels in one hand.
“So…does that mean we are friends again?”
You glared at the God, making him close up in a shell as he walked a few inches behind you.
“Only if you binge watch both seasons with me.”
The cameras watched Loki’s legs take a pause while you kept walking. He turned around, looking for the lenses, asking them for a confirmation. And once he was convinced, a smile broke on his face while his were filled with tears.
The God took a few seconds to let the exhilaration run through before composing himself and running to catch up with you with your heels still swinging in his grasp.
“I’ll decide the dinner then.” the camera caught Loki’s voice.
“Anything but Pizza,” you declared when Loki caught up with you.
Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)
Season 4 Episode 19: The Wedding
Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.
Warnings: New found spectrum of foods
Word Count: I am on a break from work because the work basically rawdogged my mental health like there was no tomorrow. So, I have taken some time off. Hopefully, you’ll see more of me and anon will stop writing ITA chapters out of frustration.
THE LAST NIGHT FOOTAGES
Two cameras, one following you and Chris and the other following Loki and his date looked at each other before going back to recording the two couples equally surprised at the others’ presence at a visibly niche resort.
“What…” no further words left your impressively glossy nude lips while Chris stood right next to you, with your arm wrapped around his.
Loki tilted his head in your direction. “Y/N?”
“Oh!” The Latina standing next to Loki gave a positive gasp, “so this is Y/N!” She stepped forward and presented her hand for a shake. “Hi! I’m Carina. Loki’s date.”
There was a furrow in your brows but a smile on your face when you reciprocated her gesture. “Nice to meet you,” you mumbled, not sure how to proceed further.
“She’s my lawyer,” Loki was quick to add, getting looks of confused surprised from both you and Chris, “I am only allowed to be out in public places with either the Avengers or a lawyer present. And this is Carina’s brother’s wedding party.”
Chris reflected a new found excitement at the new fact. “Oh! So you are Ronnie’s sister! I am Chris, Zara’s brother. We missed you at the rehearsal dinner.”
Carina reflected her excitement with a moderately high pitched greeting. “I was busy with a human rights case in Washington against the state yesterday. I hate that I missed it but as a token of satisfaction, I got two thousand children and young adults freed from detention centres and lawful action against the forced that detained them in the first place.”
You: Oh my God! Carina is so impressive!!
*camera pans out to a similarly smitten Chris standing next to you*
Chris: So impressive!
You: *turn to face Chris* did you see that-
*both of you speak in unison* tattoo on her back?
You: So badass!
Chris: And all those muscles on her back. *the man has his jaw on the floor, lost in a dream state*
You: *excitement turns to a newfound realisation* I think I’m in love with her.
Chris: *the unhinged jaw suddenly turns into a small ‘o’* I think me too. Do you think my sister will kill me if I asked Carina out on a date today?
You: *furiously nodding* absolutely.
Carina: I’m sort of babysitting Loki. His therapist required him to socialise outside the Avengers circle. So I kind of volunteered to bring him to my brother’s wedding.
*the camera person asks her a question*
Carina: Am I scared of him doing something bad at the wedding? *expressions change from serious to empathetic* Oh honey! I am half Latina half Indian. And both sides are present today…in the same place. If there’s anyone who needs to be scared it is Loki. And Y/N, if she’s single.
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The footage cut to the entire crowd going silent at the entry of the two couples. While a few guests cheered at Chris’ arrival on one side and Carina’s on the other, the rest of the eyes followed you and Loki with unfiltered scrutiny.
As both your dates tried to greet their respective relatives, Loki leaned towards you to ask a question.
“That’s how they usually are. I speak from experience. Just smile, shake hands or fold them in a namaste, depending on the person in front of you. They are the ultimate ragebaiters so try not to falls for their tricks,” you stressed as a hand from the crowd pulled you away from the God.
Loki tried to get a hold of you but you were already disappearing in the midst of multiple relatives.
“Who are you?” A five feet something lady came and stood in front of the God with undisputed confidence.
Six ladies stood behind her, whispering something in between glances being thrown in his direction. A few of them wore sarees just like you. Other were dressed in elegant evening gowns. Both lots shared the stare of stripping every last bit of information from their ‘target’.
“I think I’ll go find Carina.”
“What are you to Carina?” The lady boss asked with an air of authority, making Loki scoff.
“What are you to Carina?” He clapped back, metaphorically, making the aunties gasp at the God, questioning his audacity to ask them questions.
“We are her aunties.” They said without skipping a beat, shrugging the air with their shoulders and flipped back their long thick hairs.
“And I am none-of-your-business,” the God concluded the conversation with an air of confidence with a flip of his long lustrous hair before walking into the crowd.
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The bride and groom sat in front of the sacred fire, marrying through the Indian tradition. One of the cameras watched Loki from a distance, leaning on the bar nursing a drink in his hand while his eyes were stuck on someone standing opposite to the kiddie pool in the middle of the venue.
Following his line of sight, the camera panned onto your figure standing in a corner, mesmerised by the fire, the marrying couple and whoever would speak to tease them for their future.
The other camera caught Loki’s features going soft, but not before he caught two aunties standing next to him catching him in the act of being a soft mush.
“They are all like this on the inside for their wives, aren’t they, Sofia,” the Indian aunty stated to her Latino counterpart, and the latter simply nodded.
“True, Anita,” Sofia nodded, turning to look in your direction, “he is still a young fellow and he is looking at her like my Juan looks at me when he thinks I won’t notice. Idiotas don’t realise all woman have a very strong sixth sense, no matter where they are. They can sense it in their chest and stomach, all the good and the bad. And the good bad and the bad good.”
And as if on queue, your gaze turned up from the fire to look at Loki standing at the bar.
The soft look immediately faded away, making the God involuntarily turn towards the aunties.
“Witches! Both of you!” He hissed at them before handing them their drinks from the counter.
“Tell us something we don’t know, son,” Anita quipped before proceeding to take a long satisfying sip of her margerita.
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After the ceremony, the bride and groom left for their hotel room to get changed for the post nuptials fun.
Kids were screaming in delight to have been left free by their parents to play as they like.
Young adults were mingling, snickering, sharing tea, dancing and clicking pictures.
The adult adults were networking- except for you and your camera person.
“Javi, did you eat?”
The camera recorded you bringing in a couple of plates- to the table where the camera was- with assorted snacks of both ethnicities.
The camera seemed to have been put on the table where both you and Javier could come in a single frame, sitting on the opposite ends while the middle showed the view of the pool and the area beyond.
You proceeded to put a fork in front of Javi before digging into the snacks.
Javi tapped the table to get your attention.
“Where is Chris?” He signed.
“He’s helping his brother in law with the party outfits.”
Javi nodded and proceeded to take a bite of a kebab in front of him.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, the camera recorded Loki at the other end of the pool being bullied by kids to ‘show them magic’.
“No! Bug off, little cockroaches!” He yelled at them.
But the kids were persistent. “How could this guy have taken over New York? He can barely keep all his hair in a ponytail.”
“Try this paneer tikka, it’s delicious,” you could be heard over Loki’s reaction.
A kid could be seen beating Loki’s legs with a pool noodle. “If I beat you, will you send me flying to New York?”
“No, first send me up to the clouds, I wanna see unicorns!” A girl dressed in a pink gown with glitters all over is seen jumping persistently to get the God’s attention.
“He can’t send you to the clouds, Val. He has clearly become a loser after joining the Avengers,” another kid, visibly older than the rest of the bunch, was quick to state.
Loki stood there at loss of words, rubbing his face. His body could be seen contemplating something for a stretched moment before he stood straight again.
“OKAY. Okay. I’ll show you only one trick. And only because I am feeling quite generous tonight to not kill any of you annoying little pricks,” he announced to his private crowd, getting them all riled up.
Javi tapped the table again. “Try these chicaritos and sliders. They are chef’s kiss,” he signed.
Loki took off his suit jacket, giving it a flick with one hand before lighting his other hand with his signature gold and green magic hues, artistically rubbing it all over the fabric.
“Ready?” He asked the crowd of eight kids.
“Oh, my GOD!! Just do it already! We are already dying from your boring theatrics” The tallest kid called him out.
Loki proceeded to flip the jacket in the air, making it grow into a thick blanket. The jacket, dark as the night, covered the kids for a drifting second, as if making them disappear into nothing, before Loki flipped the fabric back up, retaining its original shape of the jacket in his hands.
The kids stood there, their mouths ajar, their eyes wide, their body paused in some sensory awe.
“What was that?” The little girl in pink asked.
“That was the andromeda galaxy,” he stated quite proudly.
“AGAIN!” The kid with the New York comment demanded the God.
“No.” The God stared down at the kid to assert dominance.
The kids turned into a bunch of wild animals crying and shouting at him, attacking his legs, climbing his torso to let them experience, whatever they just saw, again.
The God threw himself in the pool, screaming for his life.
“AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A GOD?!!” The tallest kid shouted, jumping into the water with a pool noodle, smacking the God right in his face.
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The shot opened with Loki’s hands in frame, picking up the new tiny quiches from the snack bar, when your hand came to smack the food out of his hands.
The camera panned out to Loki’s tired expressions as he looked up to some part of the universe.
“I swear to the Norns!!”
“Yeah, F*** you too—“ you interrupted the God as you steal his quiche and put it in your plate.
“Did no one teach you the concept of sharing?” The God sang.
“My therapist told me to practice taking what I deserve and stop thinking what other people think about me,” you responded flatly.
Loki looked at you with a murderous stare, waiting for a response from your end. But you made yourself busy in adding more dips and cheeses from the charcuterie boards.
The God slid a bit further down the snack bar to pick up the freshly backed mini pizza the chef has just kept on the serving tray. But you beat him to it.
Loki watched in surprised horror before taking the decision of stealing the pizza from your plate.
You shouted his name as a warning. But the God was already savouring a decent bite from the cheesy delicacy, moaning in pretence to let you know how good it was.
The lens recorded your kick to his shins, watching him squirm and try to balance his weight in the pain, the pizza in his mouth blocking the scream from escaping out.
You walked away without another word.
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The aunties were back, sharing the wedding tea as they sat in a corner while a lone Loki sat next to them, a table to his entire self, eating the wedding cake.
Across the pool, the DJ played for the people who were dancing on the floor, including the bride, groom, Chris, Carina and rest of their family and friends. The camera caught you in there too, watching you sway in your blue saree as some cousin of the groom tried to shoot his shot with you from your blind spot.
Loki sat up straight in his seat, his eyes glued to your dancing figure.
The camera picked up on the aunties watching the God watching you, nudging each other with a calculative gaze.
The other camera watched as you pushed you elbow back into the creepy boy’s abdomen, making him squirm and retreat in fear of you.
Loki smiled.
“Look, look at this guy,” one of the aunties tsked. “Came in with our Carina and now he is eyeing that other girl who is looking stunning in that saree.”
The God could feel his eyes roll way back into his head. “Don’t you have a life, Anita?”
“More social than yours,” Sofia quipped, defending her buddy.
“She’s my-“ the God blinked in some self reflection, his eyes trying to veil the pain as he looked into infinity- “friend.”
The aunties communicated through their eyes with each other, visibly understanding some heaviness in the air.
“Haye Allah, he got her pregnant,” Aunty Shirin was the first to give her unfiltered reaction, shocking Loki through and through.
“Wait, what?! NO! I said friend? What part of ‘we are friends’ made you jump to me getting her pregnant?!!!”
“No, no, Shirin,” Aunty Svetlana negated in her thick Russian accent, “she got him pregnant and then left him for Chris. What. He is God. We don’t know how his genitals work. Look at her. That young woman could get him pregnant today if she wanted to.”
Loki put his palms over his face, facing towards the night sky. A frustrated wail escaped his lungs, muted by his palms- loud enough for the aunties to hear but not loud enough to go past the pool and over the music. The aunties gave him sufficient time to let it all out.
“I wonder if Gods get paid for child care by their partners,” Sofia questioned out loud amongst her friends.
The camera stood in the middle of the two tables, taking the irony and the contrast into one frame.
“Ladies-“ the God finally composed himself- “I…am not pregnant. She is a very dear friend. That. Is. All.”
Now the ladies looked at each other with, could only be called, a resting bitch face.
“What?” The God demanded an answer.
“Very dear friends are not looked at with yearning in your eyes, malyshka,” Svetlana avowed.
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You were drenched in sweat, taking a break from dancing. The camera followed you down the stairs into the vast garden. The green landscape had trees at every ten feet while the shrubs lines the walkways around the entire area.
Garden lamps lit the pathways in their soft golden hues where you finally struggled to walk in your heels.
“I can feel it now,” you converged with the camera, “the pain in my feet. Not that I regret dancing tonight.”
You raised your arms, bringing your hands back to tie your now greasy hair into a bun to let your back and neck breathe.
The camera panned in on your hands working to make a flawless bun out of whatever hair you had, all the while your backless blouse gave the lens a view of the muscles you had recently been working out on.
“Are they visible now?” You flexed for the camera, gushing when a hand came from the person behind the lens and gave you a thumbs up.
The smile on your heated up- and immensely glowing- face suddenly withered away when both you and the camera caught noises of a couple of men come from somewhere close in the garden.
“Couple of real hot stuff out there in the party. Real thick oriental pieces,” can be heard in a thick white ‘Chad’ accent.
And before you could direct the camera to walk with you further away from the noise, the men were walking through the shrubs and onto the pathway behind you, announcing ‘here’s one’.
There were five Caucasian men dressed in business suits, visibly drunk, following you and catcalling you.
“Oh, man,” one of them was smoking a cigarette and rubbing his eyes, “had I known we were gonna get such hot stuff here, I woulda never let you take me to that strip club.”
“She’s even walking with a camera person,” another man called out, “I mean, that’s clearly a sign, you guys. What better night to make a po-“
“There you are,” a voice came from behind the men.
The other camera stood behind the God, taking in his towering height and the pair of slippers he casually hung over his shoulders with one hand while the other hand rested in his pocket.
“Who’s this?” One of the Chads pointed out.
The God continued to take elegant strides towards you, his presence sufficient to make the men shift to make way for him to you.
“You can kill as many men as you want, darling,” Loki announced to whoever was listening, “but take me with you. I don’t want to miss out on the fun.”
You watched the God, reading his eyes for about three seconds, and shifted to your gaze to the men standing confused behind him. “I was about to call you, babe. I’d forgotten my knives in the room.”
Loki ‘ahh’d with realisation before turning to look at the crowd that was slowing realising a weird vibration from the two of you. “Good thing I brought the sharpest ones with me.”
The God took out a cleaver for himself and a knife for you.
The men were already running away in whatever direction felt safe, away from the two of you.
Loki made his handy weapons disappear into his pocket dimension.
Both of you started walking further, towards a bench in the centre of the garden.
Both the cameras stayed at a respectable distance recording the two of you from different angles.
“Was that Sam’s knife?” You asked the God.
Loki slowed down his walk to match your pace. “Don’t worry I’ll put it back.”
You sat down, letting out a frustrated sigh while pulling your saree up to take a look at your feet.
The camera recording the God coming to a stop right in front of you, getting down on one knee and then the other. Keeping the slippers next to him, he wrapped his fingers around your ankle to bring your feet closer to him.
“I can do it,” you pressed but Loki continued undoing the buckle on your silver heels, being careful while removing them so as not to rub against the blisters that were forming at the back.
The God took a little medicine box out of his pocket dimension, taking a bit of the blue coloured concoction and rubbing it generously over the blisters, doing the ritual all over for the other foot before putting the slippers on your feet.
The lens panned in on the two of you when Loki asked if the pain was any better.
You nodded, asking him to sit next to you for some time before heading back to the party.
However, Loki did not budge. Still on his knees, the frame focused on his flushed hands rubbing against each other for a prolonged instant before resting on the knees.
“I’m sorry.” The cameras caught the God speak.
They tried to zoom in onto your blank features, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Hm?”
“I am sorry, Y/N-“ the God looked up at your face- “for what I did. I know my apology is long overdue. And I am aware I should not have been so careless with your feelings. You confessed your love for me and being the incorrigible idiot that I was, I avoided it through my dry, baseless humour. And in doing so, I forgot I was displaying my nature as a shallow excuse of a friend to the one person who had been nothing but warm with me since day one.”
The lenses watched you not breathe for an elongated moment before turning your face away from him.
“Every passing day I regret not being intellectual enough to sit down with my feelings and hold a conversation with you. I regret that night when you poured your heart out to me and I failed you like a coward. And I know however much I apologise, it will not be enough for the damage I caused. I would rather annihilate myself than be the cause of your heartbreak in any time line that exists, Y/N.”
One camera caught a glimmer of a tear rolling down your cheek as you still looked away from the God.
The other camera watched as Loki drew his hand out to take yours but stopped midway, turning itself into a fist and coming back on the God’s thigh.
“I miss my friend,” Loki finally revealed, “and I know I have no right to ask for her forgiveness. I just want her to know that I will always be there for her through everything. And try to do better every day even if she does not want anything to do with me.”
Silence eroded the grounds. A few minutes passed by. Neither of you budged from your positions.
“When I moved out of the facility-“ your voice was heavy as you turned back to Loki, who sat up straight to hear you better- “I was not…able to function like a normal human being for a couple of weeks. I would…miss out on my meals and often skip classes. And this one time after rotting in my bed for three weeks straight, I forgot how to walk properly.”
Loki did not speak, waiting for you to continue.
“But every single day, without fail, there would be a drink in my fridge. Some days it was soda. Other days it was fresh juice. And on a few occasions, there would be soup that I could heat up when going down to the cafeteria seemed like a task.”
Loki averted his gaze from you, his turned into fists over his knees while his thumbs impulsively ran circles on his skin.
“And then I started finding cats wherever I went. Cuddly, needy cats who would curl themselves up at my feet or my lap or whichever body part they could find and purr uninterruptedly for a good amount of time. And it helped. All of that helped me more than I like to admit. And I know that was not a coincidence, Loki. I have known for quite some time about your discrete visits to see how I was doing. That hurt me more.”
Loki rubbed his hands over his face.
“Took you long enough to apologise when you could’ve done this the very next day and we would have enjoyed binge watching A Shop For Killers together like we’d decided, dude!”
Loki raised his face up, sniffling. “Sam spoiled it for me.”
“And you deserve it!”
He nodded. “And I deserve it.”
A few seconds passed by, you dabbed the tears off your face.
“But did you watch it? The first season?” You murmured in question.
Loki shook his head.
“Good boy.”
You got up from the bench. “Come on, let’s go back.”
Loki perfected the hem of your saree to match the level of your slippers before getting up with your heels in one hand.
“So…does that mean we are friends again?”
You glared at the God, making him close up in a shell as he walked a few inches behind you.
“Only if you binge watch both seasons with me.”
The cameras watched Loki’s legs take a pause while you kept walking. He turned around, looking for the lenses, asking them for a confirmation. And once he was convinced, a smile broke on his face while his were filled with tears.
The God took a few seconds to let the exhilaration run through before composing himself and running to catch up with you with your heels still swinging in his grasp.
“I’ll decide the dinner then.” the camera caught Loki’s voice.
“Anything but Pizza,” you declared when Loki caught up with you.
Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)
Season 4 Episode 19: The Wedding
Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.
Warnings: New found spectrum of foods
Word Count: I am on a break from work because the work basically rawdogged my mental health like there was no tomorrow. So, I have taken some time off. Hopefully, you’ll see more of me and anon will stop writing ITA chapters out of frustration.
THE LAST NIGHT FOOTAGES
Two cameras, one following you and Chris and the other following Loki and his date looked at each other before going back to recording the two couples equally surprised at the others’ presence at a visibly niche resort.
“What…” no further words left your impressively glossy nude lips while Chris stood right next to you, with your arm wrapped around his.
Loki tilted his head in your direction. “Y/N?”
“Oh!” The Latina standing next to Loki gave a positive gasp, “so this is Y/N!” She stepped forward and presented her hand for a shake. “Hi! I’m Carina. Loki’s date.”
There was a furrow in your brows but a smile on your face when you reciprocated her gesture. “Nice to meet you,” you mumbled, not sure how to proceed further.
“She’s my lawyer,” Loki was quick to add, getting looks of confused surprised from both you and Chris, “I am only allowed to be out in public places with either the Avengers or a lawyer present. And this is Carina’s brother’s wedding party.”
Chris reflected a new found excitement at the new fact. “Oh! So you are Ronnie’s sister! I am Chris, Zara’s brother. We missed you at the rehearsal dinner.”
Carina reflected her excitement with a moderately high pitched greeting. “I was busy with a human rights case in Washington against the state yesterday. I hate that I missed it but as a token of satisfaction, I got two thousand children and young adults freed from detention centres and lawful action against the forced that detained them in the first place.”
You: Oh my God! Carina is so impressive!!
*camera pans out to a similarly smitten Chris standing next to you*
Chris: So impressive!
You: *turn to face Chris* did you see that-
*both of you speak in unison* tattoo on her back?
You: So badass!
Chris: And all those muscles on her back. *the man has his jaw on the floor, lost in a dream state*
You: *excitement turns to a newfound realisation* I think I’m in love with her.
Chris: *the unhinged jaw suddenly turns into a small ‘o’* I think me too. Do you think my sister will kill me if I asked Carina out on a date today?
You: *furiously nodding* absolutely.
Carina: I’m sort of babysitting Loki. His therapist required him to socialise outside the Avengers circle. So I kind of volunteered to bring him to my brother’s wedding.
*the camera person asks her a question*
Carina: Am I scared of him doing something bad at the wedding? *expressions change from serious to empathetic* Oh honey! I am half Latina half Indian. And both sides are present today…in the same place. If there’s anyone who needs to be scared it is Loki. And Y/N, if she’s single.
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The footage cut to the entire crowd going silent at the entry of the two couples. While a few guests cheered at Chris’ arrival on one side and Carina’s on the other, the rest of the eyes followed you and Loki with unfiltered scrutiny.
As both your dates tried to greet their respective relatives, Loki leaned towards you to ask a question.
“That’s how they usually are. I speak from experience. Just smile, shake hands or fold them in a namaste, depending on the person in front of you. They are the ultimate ragebaiters so try not to falls for their tricks,” you stressed as a hand from the crowd pulled you away from the God.
Loki tried to get a hold of you but you were already disappearing in the midst of multiple relatives.
“Who are you?” A five feet something lady came and stood in front of the God with undisputed confidence.
Six ladies stood behind her, whispering something in between glances being thrown in his direction. A few of them wore sarees just like you. Other were dressed in elegant evening gowns. Both lots shared the stare of stripping every last bit of information from their ‘target’.
“I think I’ll go find Carina.”
“What are you to Carina?” The lady boss asked with an air of authority, making Loki scoff.
“What are you to Carina?” He clapped back, metaphorically, making the aunties gasp at the God, questioning his audacity to ask them questions.
“We are her aunties.” They said without skipping a beat, shrugging the air with their shoulders and flipped back their long thick hairs.
“And I am none-of-your-business,” the God concluded the conversation with an air of confidence with a flip of his long lustrous hair before walking into the crowd.
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The bride and groom sat in front of the sacred fire, marrying through the Indian tradition. One of the cameras watched Loki from a distance, leaning on the bar nursing a drink in his hand while his eyes were stuck on someone standing opposite to the kiddie pool in the middle of the venue.
Following his line of sight, the camera panned onto your figure standing in a corner, mesmerised by the fire, the marrying couple and whoever would speak to tease them for their future.
The other camera caught Loki’s features going soft, but not before he caught two aunties standing next to him catching him in the act of being a soft mush.
“They are all like this on the inside for their wives, aren’t they, Sofia,” the Indian aunty stated to her Latino counterpart, and the latter simply nodded.
“True, Anita,” Sofia nodded, turning to look in your direction, “he is still a young fellow and he is looking at her like my Juan looks at me when he thinks I won’t notice. Idiotas don’t realise all woman have a very strong sixth sense, no matter where they are. They can sense it in their chest and stomach, all the good and the bad. And the good bad and the bad good.”
And as if on queue, your gaze turned up from the fire to look at Loki standing at the bar.
The soft look immediately faded away, making the God involuntarily turn towards the aunties.
“Witches! Both of you!” He hissed at them before handing them their drinks from the counter.
“Tell us something we don’t know, son,” Anita quipped before proceeding to take a long satisfying sip of her margerita.
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After the ceremony, the bride and groom left for their hotel room to get changed for the post nuptials fun.
Kids were screaming in delight to have been left free by their parents to play as they like.
Young adults were mingling, snickering, sharing tea, dancing and clicking pictures.
The adult adults were networking- except for you and your camera person.
“Javi, did you eat?”
The camera recorded you bringing in a couple of plates- to the table where the camera was- with assorted snacks of both ethnicities.
The camera seemed to have been put on the table where both you and Javier could come in a single frame, sitting on the opposite ends while the middle showed the view of the pool and the area beyond.
You proceeded to put a fork in front of Javi before digging into the snacks.
Javi tapped the table to get your attention.
“Where is Chris?” He signed.
“He’s helping his brother in law with the party outfits.”
Javi nodded and proceeded to take a bite of a kebab in front of him.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, the camera recorded Loki at the other end of the pool being bullied by kids to ‘show them magic’.
“No! Bug off, little cockroaches!” He yelled at them.
But the kids were persistent. “How could this guy have taken over New York? He can barely keep all his hair in a ponytail.”
“Try this paneer tikka, it’s delicious,” you could be heard over Loki’s reaction.
A kid could be seen beating Loki’s legs with a pool noodle. “If I beat you, will you send me flying to New York?”
“No, first send me up to the clouds, I wanna see unicorns!” A girl dressed in a pink gown with glitters all over is seen jumping persistently to get the God’s attention.
“He can’t send you to the clouds, Val. He has clearly become a loser after joining the Avengers,” another kid, visibly older than the rest of the bunch, was quick to state.
Loki stood there at loss of words, rubbing his face. His body could be seen contemplating something for a stretched moment before he stood straight again.
“OKAY. Okay. I’ll show you only one trick. And only because I am feeling quite generous tonight to not kill any of you annoying little pricks,” he announced to his private crowd, getting them all riled up.
Javi tapped the table again. “Try these chicaritos and sliders. They are chef’s kiss,” he signed.
Loki took off his suit jacket, giving it a flick with one hand before lighting his other hand with his signature gold and green magic hues, artistically rubbing it all over the fabric.
“Ready?” He asked the crowd of eight kids.
“Oh, my GOD!! Just do it already! We are already dying from your boring theatrics” The tallest kid called him out.
Loki proceeded to flip the jacket in the air, making it grow into a thick blanket. The jacket, dark as the night, covered the kids for a drifting second, as if making them disappear into nothing, before Loki flipped the fabric back up, retaining its original shape of the jacket in his hands.
The kids stood there, their mouths ajar, their eyes wide, their body paused in some sensory awe.
“What was that?” The little girl in pink asked.
“That was the andromeda galaxy,” he stated quite proudly.
“AGAIN!” The kid with the New York comment demanded the God.
“No.” The God stared down at the kid to assert dominance.
The kids turned into a bunch of wild animals crying and shouting at him, attacking his legs, climbing his torso to let them experience, whatever they just saw, again.
The God threw himself in the pool, screaming for his life.
“AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A GOD?!!” The tallest kid shouted, jumping into the water with a pool noodle, smacking the God right in his face.
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The shot opened with Loki’s hands in frame, picking up the new tiny quiches from the snack bar, when your hand came to smack the food out of his hands.
The camera panned out to Loki’s tired expressions as he looked up to some part of the universe.
“I swear to the Norns!!”
“Yeah, F*** you too—“ you interrupted the God as you steal his quiche and put it in your plate.
“Did no one teach you the concept of sharing?” The God sang.
“My therapist told me to practice taking what I deserve and stop thinking what other people think about me,” you responded flatly.
Loki looked at you with a murderous stare, waiting for a response from your end. But you made yourself busy in adding more dips and cheeses from the charcuterie boards.
The God slid a bit further down the snack bar to pick up the freshly backed mini pizza the chef has just kept on the serving tray. But you beat him to it.
Loki watched in surprised horror before taking the decision of stealing the pizza from your plate.
You shouted his name as a warning. But the God was already savouring a decent bite from the cheesy delicacy, moaning in pretence to let you know how good it was.
The lens recorded your kick to his shins, watching him squirm and try to balance his weight in the pain, the pizza in his mouth blocking the scream from escaping out.
You walked away without another word.
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The aunties were back, sharing the wedding tea as they sat in a corner while a lone Loki sat next to them, a table to his entire self, eating the wedding cake.
Across the pool, the DJ played for the people who were dancing on the floor, including the bride, groom, Chris, Carina and rest of their family and friends. The camera caught you in there too, watching you sway in your blue saree as some cousin of the groom tried to shoot his shot with you from your blind spot.
Loki sat up straight in his seat, his eyes glued to your dancing figure.
The camera picked up on the aunties watching the God watching you, nudging each other with a calculative gaze.
The other camera watched as you pushed you elbow back into the creepy boy’s abdomen, making him squirm and retreat in fear of you.
Loki smiled.
“Look, look at this guy,” one of the aunties tsked. “Came in with our Carina and now he is eyeing that other girl who is looking stunning in that saree.”
The God could feel his eyes roll way back into his head. “Don’t you have a life, Anita?”
“More social than yours,” Sofia quipped, defending her buddy.
“She’s my-“ the God blinked in some self reflection, his eyes trying to veil the pain as he looked into infinity- “friend.”
The aunties communicated through their eyes with each other, visibly understanding some heaviness in the air.
“Haye Allah, he got her pregnant,” Aunty Shirin was the first to give her unfiltered reaction, shocking Loki through and through.
“Wait, what?! NO! I said friend? What part of ‘we are friends’ made you jump to me getting her pregnant?!!!”
“No, no, Shirin,” Aunty Svetlana negated in her thick Russian accent, “she got him pregnant and then left him for Chris. What. He is God. We don’t know how his genitals work. Look at her. That young woman could get him pregnant today if she wanted to.”
Loki put his palms over his face, facing towards the night sky. A frustrated wail escaped his lungs, muted by his palms- loud enough for the aunties to hear but not loud enough to go past the pool and over the music. The aunties gave him sufficient time to let it all out.
“I wonder if Gods get paid for child care by their partners,” Sofia questioned out loud amongst her friends.
The camera stood in the middle of the two tables, taking the irony and the contrast into one frame.
“Ladies-“ the God finally composed himself- “I…am not pregnant. She is a very dear friend. That. Is. All.”
Now the ladies looked at each other with, could only be called, a resting bitch face.
“What?” The God demanded an answer.
“Very dear friends are not looked at with yearning in your eyes, malyshka,” Svetlana avowed.
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You were drenched in sweat, taking a break from dancing. The camera followed you down the stairs into the vast garden. The green landscape had trees at every ten feet while the shrubs lines the walkways around the entire area.
Garden lamps lit the pathways in their soft golden hues where you finally struggled to walk in your heels.
“I can feel it now,” you converged with the camera, “the pain in my feet. Not that I regret dancing tonight.”
You raised your arms, bringing your hands back to tie your now greasy hair into a bun to let your back and neck breathe.
The camera panned in on your hands working to make a flawless bun out of whatever hair you had, all the while your backless blouse gave the lens a view of the muscles you had recently been working out on.
“Are they visible now?” You flexed for the camera, gushing when a hand came from the person behind the lens and gave you a thumbs up.
The smile on your heated up- and immensely glowing- face suddenly withered away when both you and the camera caught noises of a couple of men come from somewhere close in the garden.
“Couple of real hot stuff out there in the party. Real thick oriental pieces,” can be heard in a thick white ‘Chad’ accent.
And before you could direct the camera to walk with you further away from the noise, the men were walking through the shrubs and onto the pathway behind you, announcing ‘here’s one’.
There were five Caucasian men dressed in business suits, visibly drunk, following you and catcalling you.
“Oh, man,” one of them was smoking a cigarette and rubbing his eyes, “had I known we were gonna get such hot stuff here, I woulda never let you take me to that strip club.”
“She’s even walking with a camera person,” another man called out, “I mean, that’s clearly a sign, you guys. What better night to make a po-“
“There you are,” a voice came from behind the men.
The other camera stood behind the God, taking in his towering height and the pair of slippers he casually hung over his shoulders with one hand while the other hand rested in his pocket.
“Who’s this?” One of the Chads pointed out.
The God continued to take elegant strides towards you, his presence sufficient to make the men shift to make way for him to you.
“You can kill as many men as you want, darling,” Loki announced to whoever was listening, “but take me with you. I don’t want to miss out on the fun.”
You watched the God, reading his eyes for about three seconds, and shifted to your gaze to the men standing confused behind him. “I was about to call you, babe. I’d forgotten my knives in the room.”
Loki ‘ahh’d with realisation before turning to look at the crowd that was slowing realising a weird vibration from the two of you. “Good thing I brought the sharpest ones with me.”
The God took out a cleaver for himself and a knife for you.
The men were already running away in whatever direction felt safe, away from the two of you.
Loki made his handy weapons disappear into his pocket dimension.
Both of you started walking further, towards a bench in the centre of the garden.
Both the cameras stayed at a respectable distance recording the two of you from different angles.
“Was that Sam’s knife?” You asked the God.
Loki slowed down his walk to match your pace. “Don’t worry I’ll put it back.”
You sat down, letting out a frustrated sigh while pulling your saree up to take a look at your feet.
The camera recording the God coming to a stop right in front of you, getting down on one knee and then the other. Keeping the slippers next to him, he wrapped his fingers around your ankle to bring your feet closer to him.
“I can do it,” you pressed but Loki continued undoing the buckle on your silver heels, being careful while removing them so as not to rub against the blisters that were forming at the back.
The God took a little medicine box out of his pocket dimension, taking a bit of the blue coloured concoction and rubbing it generously over the blisters, doing the ritual all over for the other foot before putting the slippers on your feet.
The lens panned in on the two of you when Loki asked if the pain was any better.
You nodded, asking him to sit next to you for some time before heading back to the party.
However, Loki did not budge. Still on his knees, the frame focused on his flushed hands rubbing against each other for a prolonged instant before resting on the knees.
“I’m sorry.” The cameras caught the God speak.
They tried to zoom in onto your blank features, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Hm?”
“I am sorry, Y/N-“ the God looked up at your face- “for what I did. I know my apology is long overdue. And I am aware I should not have been so careless with your feelings. You confessed your love for me and being the incorrigible idiot that I was, I avoided it through my dry, baseless humour. And in doing so, I forgot I was displaying my nature as a shallow excuse of a friend to the one person who had been nothing but warm with me since day one.”
The lenses watched you not breathe for an elongated moment before turning your face away from him.
“Every passing day I regret not being intellectual enough to sit down with my feelings and hold a conversation with you. I regret that night when you poured your heart out to me and I failed you like a coward. And I know however much I apologise, it will not be enough for the damage I caused. I would rather annihilate myself than be the cause of your heartbreak in any time line that exists, Y/N.”
One camera caught a glimmer of a tear rolling down your cheek as you still looked away from the God.
The other camera watched as Loki drew his hand out to take yours but stopped midway, turning itself into a fist and coming back on the God’s thigh.
“I miss my friend,” Loki finally revealed, “and I know I have no right to ask for her forgiveness. I just want her to know that I will always be there for her through everything. And try to do better every day even if she does not want anything to do with me.”
Silence eroded the grounds. A few minutes passed by. Neither of you budged from your positions.
“When I moved out of the facility-“ your voice was heavy as you turned back to Loki, who sat up straight to hear you better- “I was not…able to function like a normal human being for a couple of weeks. I would…miss out on my meals and often skip classes. And this one time after rotting in my bed for three weeks straight, I forgot how to walk properly.”
Loki did not speak, waiting for you to continue.
“But every single day, without fail, there would be a drink in my fridge. Some days it was soda. Other days it was fresh juice. And on a few occasions, there would be soup that I could heat up when going down to the cafeteria seemed like a task.”
Loki averted his gaze from you, his turned into fists over his knees while his thumbs impulsively ran circles on his skin.
“And then I started finding cats wherever I went. Cuddly, needy cats who would curl themselves up at my feet or my lap or whichever body part they could find and purr uninterruptedly for a good amount of time. And it helped. All of that helped me more than I like to admit. And I know that was not a coincidence, Loki. I have known for quite some time about your discrete visits to see how I was doing. That hurt me more.”
Loki rubbed his hands over his face.
“Took you long enough to apologise when you could’ve done this the very next day and we would have enjoyed binge watching A Shop For Killers together like we’d decided, dude!”
Loki raised his face up, sniffling. “Sam spoiled it for me.”
“And you deserve it!”
He nodded. “And I deserve it.”
A few seconds passed by, you dabbed the tears off your face.
“But did you watch it? The first season?” You murmured in question.
Loki shook his head.
“Good boy.”
You got up from the bench. “Come on, let’s go back.”
Loki perfected the hem of your saree to match the level of your slippers before getting up with your heels in one hand.
“So…does that mean we are friends again?”
You glared at the God, making him close up in a shell as he walked a few inches behind you.
“Only if you binge watch both seasons with me.”
The cameras watched Loki’s legs take a pause while you kept walking. He turned around, looking for the lenses, asking them for a confirmation. And once he was convinced, a smile broke on his face while his were filled with tears.
The God took a few seconds to let the exhilaration run through before composing himself and running to catch up with you with your heels still swinging in his grasp.
“I’ll decide the dinner then.” the camera caught Loki’s voice.
“Anything but Pizza,” you declared when Loki caught up with you.
Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)
Season 4 Episode 18: Something Fishy
Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.
Warnings: New found spectrum of foods
Word Count: I am on a break from work because the work basically rawdogged my mental health like there was no tomorrow. So, I have taken some time off. Hopefully, you’ll see more of me and anon will stop writing ITA chapters out of frustration.
MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)
The camera stood at the start of the hallway, looking towards the corridors. Loki's door opened and out came the God taking one good stretch.
Next, opened your door; right in the middle of his stretch, making him break his non chalant character and whip his entire body around to go back inside. But his door already clicked close on him.
You stood in the hallway, your whole body, weirded out in his presence.
Both of you smiled awkwardly at each other, trying to discreetly walk this gracelessness off.
Finally, Loki pressed his back to his door, did a little bow and directed you towards the direction of the lounge with his hands. "Ladies first." And he immediately regretted his decision.
You bowed a little yourself, taking uneven steps before hurrying towards the open lounge.
The camera whipped away to show the looks of surprise, confusion and one unimpressed gaze following the two of you.
Scott, who was lying on the sofa with a plate of chicken popcorns on top of his abdomen, raised half his body to look in confusion at the camera.
Scott: Uhh...what's happening?
"Good morning, birdies!" Sam called out from behind the kitchenette counter. Loud. To which both of you flinched a little.
"Coffee, please." both of you said in sync, making Sam raise his 'sus' brows. Both of you casually took half a step away from each other.
"My tea people are asking for coffee?" Sam put down the kettle that he was about to pour hot water from.
The camera standing behind Sam noticed you stealing your gaze away from it.
"You know what-" you shrugged- "I'll just go and check if the kitchen has buttermilk. I could use some hydration."
"Should I order some soup?" The camera turned and focused in- really focused in- on Natasha sitting on the dining table by the window, glowing under the direct 12 pm sunlight, looking at the duo with nothing but neutral brows. But a slow focus on her face made it feel like there was a hint of sarcasm- or even an evil scheme- behind those eyes.
“We don’t have any buttermilk. Only those coffee cans from that local Vietnamese place Tony flew to last week.” Scott popped a popcorn in his mouth, letting the crunch fill the void after his statement.
But you were already out of the lounge, walking towards the stairs on the far side of the floor, past Bruce’s empty lab. Loki watched you disappear at the turn and came to sit down on the kitchenette counter, his head hanging down in some unknown defeat.
Scott chuckled to himself before getting up and sharing a look with Sam. “Look at her. All hungover, thinking there is a kitchen away from this kitchen.”
Sam opened his mouth for a moment before pursing his lips and staring at Scott with confused judgement.
The other camera watched past Scott, focusing on Natasha’s wide eyes towards Sam. Her head doing a little- but quite the panic-filled- shake.
But Sam did not realise it. “I’m sorry?” The man standing in the kitchenette tilted his head at Scott. “What do you mean?”
Scott’s brows did a double-furrow, the same never fading from his lips. “Sam, there is no other kitchen in this house.”
Now, the Falcon was raising his hand, clearly more confused.
A clearing of throat and cough came from behind Scott and the camera watched as the world’s deadliest assassin tried to signal her friend with her hand pretending to slice her neck to ‘cut it out’.
“Scott-“ Sam folded his hands in front of him in a deep thought- “where do you think our exceptionally nutritious and customised lunches and dinners come from in this house?”
Scott was still smiling. But now his brows were slowly started building confusion between them. He casually pointed towards the kitchenette.
“Where else…” his voice faded.
“You think your extra cheese chicken and pepperoni pizza with cheese burst base for Saturday night dinner comes from here?” Sam asked with the gentlest tone possible.
“No, my morning detox kale mocktail also comes from here.” The Ant-Man said matter-of-factly.
“Scott-“ Loki finally spoke, raising his head from the counter- “for the love of the Norns. There is a working kitchen in this house with a full fledged working staff. Zeke is the kitchen staff. You call him for food and he brings you the food. How do you not know about this- where-” the God turned in his chair, his face carrying all colours of confused annoyance- “do you think he was bringing your food from?”
Scott looked blank for a moment. “Door dash?” He finally answered, making everyone in his vicinity groan.
The camera shared a look with Natasha.
Natasha: The kitchen staff is not fond of Scott.
*camera cuts to a feed of multiple people working a spacious kitchen, prepping for what seems like lunch or dinner when the intercom rings and a man dressed a uniform walks towards it to pick it up.*
*The rest of the staff pauses to watch that man answer the call with the politest ‘yes’, ‘okay’, ‘will do’*
*The call cuts and the man turns to the staff. “Scott’s order,” he shouts, and the whole kitchen bursts into a cacophony curses, cries and meltdowns.*
*back to Natasha*
Natasha: The man has the most *tries not roll her eyes* unconventional food requests
*video cuts back to the kitchen*
*the man who was on the phone wears the name tag Zeke*
*Zeke is profusely sweating as he reads the order out loud from the slip. “One Alfredo fettuccini pasta served in a bowl made entirely of garlic bread having a bed of truffle before the paste is baked inside it. With ‘buttloads’ of jerkey, ham and fried bacon, oregano seasoning and chillis. No veggies. More sauce less pasta. Topped with the kind of cheese that becomes crusty upon baking. With a side of Diet Coke on the rocks. Fizz to the max.”
*The camera turns to the sound of utensils banging on the other end of the kitchen to watch a chef pulls his hat off his head and stomps it on the floor, leaving the space while cursing in Italian.*
Natasha: ….yeah. And this was all happening when he did not know about their existence.
The camera followed Scott down the stairs, going far back into the facility on the ground floor, reaching the huge wooden door at the end. Opening it with both his hands, the man came to a standstill at the sight so many people working in the kitchen.
“What in the name of all things delicious is this place?!!!” The Ant-man exclaimed in excitement to the camera.
The kitchen slowly came to a standstill, as the staff turned to watch their nemesis standing in the front of them.
One of the sous-chefs fainted.
Another one discreetly picked up a butcher knife.
One of the staffs started having a panic attack, leaving our hero confused.
Back at the LOUNGE
Natasha got up from the dining table, stretched one leg high enough to step on the sofa head, launch herself up with grace and land down on the sofa without much effort.
“Were you two together last night?”
Loki’s head whipped at the Black Widow. “What?! No!”
She raised a brow at the God.
“I mean, technically we were on a date and sort of ran into each other.”
“You went on a double date!”
“NO IT WASN’T-“
Loki looked at the camera standing behind Natasha and then back at her. “You enjoy this, don’t you?” The God looked at the smile creeping up on the assassin’s lips.
“Very much,” she cooed.
THE BREAKFAST COVE, GROUND FLOOR
The camera recorded the decent sized corner made right next to kitchen, all covered in white with a hint of retro themes on the floor and floor. Bar stools were placed right next to the end of the kitchen that opened up into the breakfast room- with the serving island as the sole separator- while a couple of tables and chairs were neatly kept around the room.
You were sitting at the window bay when the camera brought Zeke into the frame. The man was carrying a whole tray.
“Here you go, ma’am,” he gushed at the servings he brought you, “your spiced buttermilk. And one of our chefs has made a cold sandwich to help with the hangover dehydration and some good carbs. And this is a thank you jello dessert made by Chef Jeong for helping her niece with the school project.”
The camera caught you smiling weakly at the food. “Thank you, Zeke. Just give the entire pitcher of that buttermilk. I don’t want to keep asking for refills.”
The official butler of the facility nodded and went back to the kitchen.
In the same breath, Scott came out of the kitchen door with a tray filled to the brim, carrying the excitement of a twelve year old boy who found endless games on his elder brother’s play station.
“I have been living under a ROCK!!!” The Ant-Man was all over the place, his face was red and his his twinkled like they have never before.
You shared a look of judgment with the camera before watching him sit down on your table.
“Were you this happy when Cassie was born?” You had to ask.
“Don’t tell her, okay?” He pointed at you and then at the camera before digging his fork and knife into his tray of endless feast fest.
You visibly did not have the energy to argue with him, going back to chugging your glass of buttermilk.
“So, what’s up with you and Loki?”
The camera turned the frame to you. You did not bother responding to the question, your face nearly eclipsed by the huge glass you were trying to finish.
“Did you guys fight?” He asked again with his mouth full of garlic bread slathered in cream cheese.
No answer.
The camera turned back to Scott. He furrowed his brows. “Did you guys kiss?”
A snort was followed by a cough, the buttermilk spat in Scott’s direction, half of it smothered all over his face while the other half was all over your clothes. But the camera lens was only bothered about the former, reflecting the instant regret on Scott’s face for asking that question.
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THE DORMS
The camera tried to be discrete while following Natasha- who skipped the distance of the hall to catch up with Loki.
“I am not in the mood to have a conversation, Romanoff,” Loki murmured while trying to open his door without breaking eye contact with the assassin.
Natasha smiled. “Doesn’t matter. I am in the mood. So, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
The camera panned in on his devil smirk before turning to Loki and measuring the discomfort in his features.
“Take the murderous way for all I care. I am not talking.”
Loki was finally able to open the door.
The frame had both of them in frame, witnessing the God walk inside his room, only for Natasha to say something illegal.
“So…those recordings of Jotunhiem…”
Natasha did not have to complete the sentence. The God was already frozen midway of his door slam, narrowing his eyes at the Black Widow.
Loki: Natasha Romanoff is a devil’s spawn. *camera zooms in on his face* I know it but I just cannot prove it yet
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THE BREAKFAST COVE
Your head rested on the cold marbled breakfast table, hiding in the shield of your arms while whispered allegations were sung in a childish note by your breakfast companion.
The camera panned out to show Scott dancing in his seat. “Y/N and Loki, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!” Despite him whispering the notes, he made sure his delight was noticeable to you and the camera.
“WE DID NOT-“ you stopped your impulsive shouting to look around for any more ears before turning your scolding into a whisper- “we did not kiss!! Stop acting like a child!!!”
You hit the man with his own baguette on his back, visibly annoyed.
SCOTT: *all smiles* I believe her. Because imagine them kissing. *chuckles out loud* It would be like the ultimate shipper’s dream. Them getting together *voice begins to crack* and all that stuff. Ha ha. Clearly not happening in this life time.
*camera pans in on the mild melancholy creeping in on Scott’s face behind that smile*
I clearly won’t be cackling and dancing so mildly. It would be like ten times worse than this.
*smiles again before diving into a deep thought, looking into infinity*
*a heavy sigh leaves his lips*
“Then what happened? Did you fight again? Or did you get jealous of each other’s dates? What happened?! I need to know! Give me the tea. I require the tea. The tea is required by me!”
You were rolling your eyes all the way to your head.
The camera panned out, recording Scott begging you by holding your arm, shaking it with urgent desire to know! Your face was emotionless, looking at the camera with no life in your eyes, feeling the begging shakes from Scott through your entire existence.
THE LOUNGE: LATE EVENING
“I couldn’t get it out of her,” Scott entered the lounge through the elevator, defeated.
Sam was watching the latest season of A Shop for Killers, completely engrossed in the first episode to even acknowledge Scott’s presence.
Wanda sat next to Sam with a bowl of popcorn in her hand. She gave one look in Scott’s direction, smirked to herself and went back to her popcorn.
The camera jumped back a little as it watched Natasha standing behind the kitchenette- not visible in the line of sight in the frame till Scott moved just about two inches to his right.
“Loki isn’t telling me anything either,” she groaned, picking one of the God’s favourite mugs and putting it inside the freezer.
NATASHA: Loki is the devil’s spawn. He knew I would not use the footage. He knew I would never play a hand against Y/N. He got me there.
*lens pans in* *Natasha leans forward in her chair, her legs wide apart as her elbows come to rest on her thighs* And this time he was a step ahead. He took all the footage from last night away from Javi before anyone else could do anything about it.
You walked out of your bedroom, showered and in soft pink PJs, the one with a soft fur all over them.
Wanda patted the couch seat next to her, inviting you over.
“I’m hungry,” you groaned, immediately being offered buttery salted popcorns by the Scarlet Witch before she magically cleaned her hands and started running them through your wet her to untangle and dry them off.
The elevator doors dinged open, making the camera turn towards them.
Out walked Loki with two decently large pizza boxes.
“Dinner’s here,” Scott shouted to the crowd, walking to the intercom and dialling the kitchen. “Zeke, buddy. I need your in-house cheese and ranch dips for our pizzas. And soda. Dr Pepper would be great. And some garlic breads maybe?”
Sam paused the show, walking towards the opened pizza box. Loki waited for the crowd to gather at the kitchenette island before walking with the other box towards you.
“You want some?” Loki asked you.
Wanda shared a look with the camera, drying your hair with one final touch of magic before getting up and walking away.
“Toppings?” You ask the God, not yet ready to give an affirmative answer.
Loki plopped down next to you. “Mushrooms, olives, capsicum, jalapeños, less of the tomato, more of paprika. And extra melting cheese.”
A little dance escaped your body when the box opened. You looked at the camera with caution, pausing yourself to take a slice.
Sam had his mouth full of the pepperoni pizza when he eyed your box. The lens witnessed him walking towards you before being stopped by Scott and Natasha with both of them keeping a hand on his chest and gently pushing him back to the island.
“Y/N does not like eating meat on certain days,” Wanda mumbles under her breath for Sam to notice, to which the man simply shrugs.
“There’s more than enough for like four people in that box.”
Scott and Natasha rolled their eyes. “And you people say I am the most unaware person living here,” Scot took a jibe at the crowd.
The camera focused off the crowd and onto the two of you. Your leg was doing a happy shake while biting down on the hot pizza slice. Loki was enjoying a slice too, sliding all the jalapeños from his slice onto yours.
“So-“ you looked down at the jalapeños, wrapping them in the cheese before creating a bite- “did you call Ms Das?”
Loki chuckled.
“What? Don’t leave the lady hanging,” you pressed, the lens panning in on the smile you were trying to suppress, “she was clearly into you last night.”
“I should call her,” Loki agreed with repetitive nods, turning to watch you.
You pretended not to notice before stealing a glance from the corner of your eyes and letting out an involuntary snort that soon turned into a chuckle.
The toothed smile of the God came back for a passing second and he tried to suppress it with a big bite of the pizza, folded in half to be devoured to the maximum.
The rest of the lounge looked at the two of you in silence, feeling an unsettling confusion erode their faces. Everyone, except Wanda.
”God, now I really want to know what happened yesterday,” Scott scowled.
"i don't care if they make their whole way though uni with chatgpt" i think you guys are so internetpilled that you have forgotten there are actual jobs out there that require people to know what they are doing in any way possible or else people die
114 people died in the Hyatt Regency collapse, and in the US it's the third largest structural collapse fatality count, behind 9/11 and the Pemberton Mill collapse in 1860.
I've learned about this tragedy in my physics classes, to demonstrate tensile strength, and as a reminder about the importance of calculations being done right. I've also learned about it in my legal classes as an example of construction defect lawsuits. I've seen it referenced in disaster response classes.
Between AI and the current Presidential administration, we're barrelling right back towards this nightmare.
There are multiple errors that resulted in this collapse, but these stand out to me:
1. Kansas City was facing high unemployment and needed to attract jobs and business into the city. So the planning and inspection departments may have looked too closely at the designs.
2. An engineering firm too lazy to double check their designs or design changes by the manufacturer before approving them. The error that resulted in the collapse was one that the owner of the engineering firm said that a "first year engineering student" would spot.
3. The steel manufacturer treating preliminary plans as final plans, not verifying the math on their end.
The bridges' original design could only hold 60% of the minimum load required by city code. The design changes recommended by the manufacturer halved that. Less than a year and 3 weeks from opening to the public, the whole thing collapse.
Articles about the collapse say that everyone "trusted" the other party to have done the calculations correctly.
A significant portion of the population trusts what the computer or AI tells them, without checking. Imprecisely calibrated AI hallucinate information. The US economy is going into a downturn and federal regulatory agencies are being gutted.
We are going to see the Hyatt Regency Collapse repeat over and over for decades, not just in buildings, but in medicine, manufacturing, the environment, etc.
Some of this we're just going to have to weather, but the message for AI users comes straight from IBM (once the world's leading computer manufacturer) back in 1979:
"A Computer Cannot Be Held Accountable. Therefore A Computer Should Never Make A Management Decision."
The owner of the engineering firm that designed the Hyatt Regency spent the rest of his life lecturing on the disaster, to serve as a warning to his fellow engineers about the real-life consequences of sloppy design.
I don't think Sam Altman or Mark Zuckerberg or Elon Musk will have the courage or the honor to do that when OpenAI / Meta / xAI are responsible for getting people killed.
So if you're going to blindly trust the AI to do critical work tasks, I hope you're prepared to be making an apology tour for the rest of your life if it all goes wrong.
We've already seen AI give incredibly bad advice in numerous fields, including stuff like trail directions and identifying mushrooms. Pretty sure some AI "therapists" have convinced people to do drugs or kill themselves or other harmful acts.
We've already at the danger point, if not past it.
We had some absolutely criminal negligence in the building of the Quebec Bridge, with multiple engineering firms ignoring real signs of structural issues.
There is some debate about this, but most engineers in Canada agree this started a new ritual upon graduation with a B. Eng from any Canadian university. You attend a ceremony upon graduation and are given an Iron Ring.
You wear it on the pinky of your dominant hand, so it touches any paper you are asked to sign. Every time you sign off on something in your capacity as an engineer, you are reminded of your duties and obligations.
I have engineers in my family, and it is considered a sacred oath. Much like doctors, Canadian engineers have an ethos to do no harm.
And if you genAI bullshitted your way through your degree, you didn’t earn your ring. How fucking dare you accept one.
This was the Sampoong Department Store in Seoul, South Korea.
This happened due to a series of incidents that all came back to the same thing: the owner was not an engineer and made his own modifications to change the building from apartments into a mall and maximize floor space, a sentence that here means "removed a shitload of necessary visible support structures and weakened the remaining ones while skimping on or even skipping necessary interior structures."
The building collapsed only five years after completion.
There was a meeting going on during the collapse as to whether the mall should be evacuated, with its owner-slash-"designer" saying no because he didn't want to lose the sales revenue. He and the other executives, of course, left before terminal collapse. If you're wondering how they pulled that off: the warning signs started in April. The building collapsed on 29 June. The terminal collapse began circa 5p KST and became complete at 5:52p. In between those two times, the owner still refused to close the mall.
502 people died.
This is the second-deadliest non-deliberate building collapse in recorded history.
This is what happens when a greedy person who doesn't know engineering design is allowed to build and own a mall.
Something something Cybertruck....
Something something data center....
Something something AI.
An engineer DID actually try to stop the owner from doing this. He got fired for his pains, although when the courts got involved he was able to show he had no responsibility for the collapse.
What happens when the engineer doesn't know the owner should be stopped, because they let Claude get their degree for them?
PAIRING/STARRING: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mob boss!Loki Laufeyson.
WORD COUNT: 990.
SUMMARY: Sometimes all that’s needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
CONTENT: Just some excitement, anxiety, fluff, comfort.
A/N: Please please please, I’d love to hear what you think of this.
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As exited as you are, you automatically restrain yourself the moment Loki joins you and Steve at home. Not because you don’t want him to see your joy or hear about your plans, but because it’s clear that he’s troubled.
“They had to re-operate on Mobius over night,” Loki explains as he paces before the grand windows overlooking the city. “He hadn’t let me know.”
“He knew you’d worry,” you point out needlessly.
The scoff is muted but it’s there. “Who cares!”
Steve’s lounging in the couch but now he sits up. “He cares. He knows you got something good going on and he doesn’t want to ruin that so he did what he thought was right. You’d have done the same towards us.”
You see the look the men share ever so briefly and something flips inside you. Then Loki sighs and he allows himself to sink down on the armrest next to you. Automatically, you envelop, trying to bring him some calm.
“How’s he doing now? Mobius?” you ask.
“Better. He was awake when I saw him.”
“Tell me about him, please.”
Confusion and tenderness rushes over the pale face for a moment, only to be replaced by a smile. “He’s a very grounded person. Knows what’s important in life and has a good feel for other people. I trust him. Haven’t actually known him for that long but he’s proven himself in many ways over the years we’ve worked together.” For a little while, Loki is lost in his memories but both you and Steve let him rest there until he’s ready to continue. “He got me out of so many tight spots...that’s how we met, actually. I value his friendship as much as his dedication to the enclave.”
“Can I meet him?” The question escapes you without a second thought.
Both a “yes” and a “no” ring out at the same time, the former from Steve and the latter from Loki who turns to the other man.
“We had an agreement. She’s not part of that life.” His voice is icy.
“With Romanova’s move...she is,” Steve insists.
Reaching up to turn Loki back to you, you have to fight to catch his gaze. “Yes, I have to be ready for anything that might come...but mostly: if Mobius is so important to you, then he’s important to me too.”
He searches your face as if it could reveal anything untoward but in the end, Loki relaxes in your touch.
“How can I deny you anything?” He smiles softly. Then he looks like he’s been hit by a sudden impulse. “Did you like it?”
You’re confused for a second. “The place?”
He nods, grabbing at your hand.
“I love it!”
His interest unleashes a new wave of giddiness and soon your find yourself rambling about how to decorate the place, the foods and drinks which you speculate could be TTRPG themed, and much more. Every time you slow down, suddenly worried if the men even care, they spur you on with questions and suggestions.
But eventually, you do quiet down, starting to focus more on the practical needs of things like taxes and licenses and such.
“Don’t worry about it yet, we’ll get you the help you need for that,” Steve promises.
“I’ve had close-up often enough to know how to do the day to day things of a cafe but the big scheme is a bit...fuzzy...I’ll need to do some research.”
“That’s my girl,” Loki smiles, “always determined.”
His words make the butterflies in your stomach go crazy again.
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You wake up at some point during the night to feel the cold on the side of the body where Loki should be. Worried, you unwrap yourself carefully from Steve’s grip without waking him so you can pad through the apartment in search of the other man.
Loki’s in the kitchen, nursing a glass of water in the unlit room while watching out over the city. Mostly it’s patches of dark concrete illuminated from below by streetlamps to seem imposing against the not-quite-as-black night sky where the waning moon still tries to compete with the man-made lights.
Not wanting to scare him, you make sure to make a little sound as you step closer, waiting for a sign as to whether he wants you there or not. But he reaches for you, pulling you close to his side and pressing his lips to the crown of your head.
“Worried about Mobius?” you ask in the stillness.
“Hmm,” he affirms.
It must be bad, then, the extra surgery because of the injuries. To think, it could just as easily have been Loki lying in that hospital...you shudder at the idea of it.
“Don’t get cold, flower.” Loki rubs his big hand down your back, for once warm through the tank top you’re wearing. “Go back to bed.”
But you just wrap yourself tighter around him. “I’m fine. Got you.” You look up at him: stark shadows and faded light at sharp angles. “Just had to check on you,” you add.
Something tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You too good to us. You make us soft.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
He considers for a moment. “Not if we can learn to control it.” He sighs. “I’m...feeling more lately.”
“Ah.” You hesitate. “For me or...also for... Steve?”
“Both of you, yeah. It’s strange. We used to be rivals and now....I care about him.”
“Tell him.”
Loki shakes his head. “I can’t. What if he doesn’t feel the same?”
Leaning back a bit, you look up at him again. “He came to help you, didn’t he? He could have been to late but he wasn’t.”
Finally, Loki looks down at you. Distant lights reflect in his eyes, making it impossible to discern what he might be thinking.
“Yeah...he did.”
Stretching up, you kiss him on the cheek. “Come to bed soon.”
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Satoru Gojo didn't think he'd cum in his pants on his first lap dance of his twenty-first birthday.
But there you were- grinding right on his cock to the music - in some slutty little outfit that hardly covered your tits, glittering underneath the red lights. Pretty nipples pressing up underneath that thin lacy material, just begging for his mouth.
He didn't know what to do with his hands, clenched at their sides, when faced with this milf's hips that look so breedable.
It's not like Satoru has even had sex yet - not for lack of opportunities, no - Satoru simply was a busy man, had his early master's degree, top of his class.
Hence why Sukuna and Suguru are laughing, watching him lose his shit with their favorite dancer.
You, their favorite dancer at this club. Oh, and you loved them not just because they tipped well, they were hot of course, but they were the kind of clients to ask about your day. You'd giggle as they did a line right off your neck, letting both of them have your cunt rock against their lap.
You were a single mom with bills to pay, and this was the only way you could stay all day - to dance at night while your mom let the baby sleep over. Was it what you wanted to do? Not forever
But damn you made good money.
Suguru and Sukuna frequently hit the VIP, and that's where everything got just a little filthy, but even then, they were all about you. Kissing on your neck, gripping your thighs, mentioning bringing their nerdy little friend last time and how much he'd just love you - apparently he was a bit of a milf lover.
You didn't expect Gojo to look like this though - nerdy, sure, but you could feel those muscles underneath his dress shirt, you could feel his long fingers pressing into your flesh. He’s blushing even underneath the red lights, you can see it on the bridge of his nose, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
"Is this okay with you?" His friends are laughing at his questions, so you shoot them a glare.
"Sorry, mommy," they both tease, pouting as you roll your eyes, focusing back on Satoru, your hands pressing into his shoulders, long manicured nails pressing in just a bit.
"Focus on me," you tease, rolling your hips and pausing when you feel it. "Good boy, there you go."
He's huge, fuck.
Pulsing underneath his khaki slacks, making your cunt drip. Sure, some clients you got a little excited, but your damn cunt was drooling when he drags you down with his fingers digging into your waist, his tip nudging your twitchy clit underneath the glittering thong you're wearing.
"So pretty," he murmurs all cute, looking up at you, his lips almost brushing a little stretch mark on the side of your tit. "Cute."
Cute.
You pause a bit, heart hammering in your chest, suddenly so intimate you forget his friends and your fellow dancers are in here. You're blushing right with him when he whines out, jerking his hips up again.
"S-sorry, is that... okay to do?! I..." He's got fucked out blue eyes, dark with need, you manage a nod, feeling almost nervous when you've been dancing for two years now - putting yourself through college and paying it with a little baby?
Well it was expensive.
So this job meant a lot - and that also meant not being a blushing mess, no matter how hot the client. But you fear you're rubbing on him with no real rythym, chasing that high of cumming when that's against your own damn rules - his friends have girls on their laps, giggles and soft moans mixing with the loud bass.
But you can only hear Satoru Gojo's whimper.
A whimper that has your cunt clenching around air.
"Feel good?" You murmur in his ear, trying to act unaffected.
He nods, lips hesitantly kissing across your neck, plump lips tasting the glitter right off your skin, just that he can feel himself leak and stick to his digimon boxers, long fingers tightening their grip against your flesh.
"V-very I'm... ah, I'm..." you're soaking wet and so hot, it takes every bit of effort not to slide your panties aside and lose his virginity then and there. He's trembling when you pull back, your cheeks hot to the touch when he caresses them, stealing a little kiss, whining into your mouth. "Sorry..."
"No," you kiss him right back, and with one more movement of your hips - Satoru is busting, so much so it leaks through his boxers, the hot sticky mess clinging to your ruined panties, his moans barely muffled. "Mnh, s'okay..."
"Fuck I just... shit..." He's shutting his eyes and whining, knowing if Suguru and Sukuna knew they'd make fun of him, but you seem to be right with him, whining out, teeth catching your lower lip, gushing all down his lap.
The two of you pause, and you look down to see the mess you both made.
"Oh! Oh," you're both stammering, blushing little messes despite having each others' cum on your skin. "Let me um... I'll... come with me!"
You're dragging him so fast away, struggling to wipe him with napkins in the locker room, smearing the mess of fluids as you kneel.
"It's not coming out, ugh!" You keep wiping at it when you realize you're face level with his cock, and it's already tenting again. "Um, you can tie this around your waist!"
"Oh," you're snatching up your hoodie, tying it and trying to adjust it, when he cups your face, kissing you again, when he gathers the courage - taking a breath.
"Can we have a date?"
"A date...you want..."
"Please?" He pouts all cute, his glasses foggy from your kiss. "So I can give you back your hoodie."
You giggle now. "I have a kid though and..."
"Even better." You blink, then study his dilated blue eyes, his cute cheeks all bright pink. Fuck he's adorable.
"You are a milf hunter then, they were right!" he shakes his head.
"You'd be my first for... all of it. If you want!?" He is stammering now, all nervous, rubbing the back of his neck "We could just hang out, I don't need to..."
"Gojo..."
"Satoru, please. I just came in my pants, can you not tell I like you?"
"You're cute, Satoru..." you manage with a little laugh, tapping his lips. "I'll go on a date with you."
"Yes! I mean!? Okay," he tries to play it cool, even as his heart is racing, getting your number and texting you.
His friends might make fun of that pink hoodie on his waist, but he's the one who is getting a date with you <3
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hehe just something cute, I never make toru a virgin ahaha <3
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