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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 2 months ago

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Warm and Cozy

Nanami Kento x F!Reader

Summary: Nanami Kento did not show up at Shoko's Infirmary after a mission for his usual checkup so she sent you to his place to check up on him.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ I am not responsible for any underaged baby reading this. Wrap that willy before doing the silly.

Word Count: Your girl got horny.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"Since when did you start doing house calls?"

"Since you stopped taking Shoko Senpai's calls and returned home instead."

Kento Nanami is still dressed in his blue shirt and tan blazer, holding the door with his hand and looking at you with zero emotions.

You can see the wretched dotted tie lying at the small dinner table behind him along with his glasses, not knowing why their site bothers you so much.

Nanami's free hand goes to his face to rub the incoming tiredness in his eyes. "Y/L/N, I'm fine. You should go back-"

"I've been threatened by senpai to heal you back to proper health or she'll fire me. So, if you don't mind, Nanami, I'd like to keep the job I finally love. Also, you are reeking of curses right now," you wring your nose in the end.

His brown eyes look at the resolution in your figure at his door before looking at the night sky behind you. He notices a moment in the corridor outside, his brows furrowing in some calculated thought.

The hand holding the door turns enough for Nanami to look at the time. And while he is contemplating something in his head, you cannot resist observing the six-foot-tall man; looking so different from what he was when you first met him.

He definitely worked out, your inner voice purrs inside your head, making you clench your office bag to resist any more stray thoughts.

"You are not going back alone at this time anyway," he murmured under his breath and stepped to the side.

"Oh!" you scoff, "I am pretty sure I can navigate my way around Tokyo at night just fine, sir. Or did you forget the time I-"

Nanami's senses are focused on the figure clad in a black hoodie coming from the other end of the corridor. The figure reached for something in the pocket of his hoodie and Nanami is quick to grab you by your arm- in the gentlest of way possible- and pull your surprised frame inside his humble abode.

You walk into the apartment and let your lungs inconspicuously breathe in the scent of Kento Nanami's safe space. And just as you expect, it smells of vanilla and beeswax.

Maybe it's the soap he uses?

The apartment is spotless. Everything has its place. Maybe the only thing out of place is you.

The entrance has you open to a cozy beige-clad living room. Walking a little further, you are standing in his open kitchen next to the kitchen island and looking at the table next to you where his tie and glasses lie.

Right opposite the kitchen is a space separated by a wooden structure made of hollow rectangular blocks housing plants, books on anatomy and humans, and a single empty space right in the middle.

The bed beyond that is covered in a grey duvet, astonishingly wrinkle-free.

Too clean, your nose wrinkles, it should have some-

Now what would make a bed that neat wrinkled and dirty, your inner voice whispers in your ear, spiking up your heartbeat.

"Would you like some tea?"

You jump at Nanami's voice, turning around towards the kitchen.

The man is already rolling his sleeves up and putting a kettle on.

"Yes, please," you plead softly, walking towards the kitchen island, and picking up his tie on the way.

"Did you meet the new kid yet?" you ask him as your hands and eyes get busy with the tie, wrapping it around your neck to try your hand at the few knots you learned in school.

Nanami opens up a drawer to take out two mugs- one purple and one grey- before turning towards the island.

There is this tiny second of a moment when he pauses to look at your fingers busy with the fabric that is practically a part of him. But he is quick to regain his usually stoic momentum even though his eyes keep going back to how carefully your fingers are running over his tie.

"Gojo's kid?"

You break into a chuckle, your eyes closing in the tiny flash of elation, never seeing how Nanami's eyes follow the moment of your head as it dips back and then tilts sideways.

"Well, you're not wrong in a way. His name is Yuuji. Yuuji Itadori. He's a really cute kid." You have finally made a passable knot and are trying to pass the other end through. "I was assigned to check him up yesterday and that boy made me laugh the entire time."

Nanami is just standing there with his arms folded when a whistle starts to form at the mouth of the kettle.

"And he is so pure, Nanami! He let me explain to him the culture samples in Senpai's lab and he looked at every single one of them with the same excitement as he did the first one."

The whistle goes harder on that kettle.

A fresh pack of Hojicha tea is opened. Nanami's rugged hands are careful with the bits they pick up to sprinkle in the earthen pot waiting for the brew time before the boiling water goes in.

"Oh, I love him! He's so precious." you declare in excitement.

You do not notice when Nanami comes to stand in front of you. You notice his hands first; when they come to take over the tie from your hands.

"I haven't washed it yet. It might still have some curse blood on it," Nanami slowly announces before delicately pulling the tie up your head.

"Oh...right. My bad."

Moving the tie away from your head, his hand unconsciously comes back to undo the mess he made in your hair, making you pause a breath.

Stop, you tell your insides, trying to shake away the gentle gestures as something more.

Your tools are neatly arranged on the dinner table. Nanami sits on a chair.

"See? Nothing to worry about," he declares in his usual nonchalant way as you are done examining his head and arms.

"Not so fast, love. I still have to scrutinise the rest of you," you warn him sweetly while you rub your palms together and walk behind the chair.

Nanami's head tilts a little in your direction.

"Okay....love."

Your hands freeze behind him. The word vibrates inside you with his voice.

Oh fu---haaa----Focus!

"I need to run the energy down your spine." You try your best to sound composed.

He undoes the first two buttons on his shirt and lifts away the collar, exposing his neck and shoulders to you.

"Tell me if it gets uncomfortable at any point," you announce softly before gently putting your hands on the back of his neck to observe for any anomalies.

What you don't get to see is the rugged hands of the Grade 1 sorcerer curling up into a fist at the first touch of your fingers on his exposed skin, or the goosebumps on his arms and back as your fingers do a little stroke at the nape to guide the energy down his spine.

"Oh, this is not good," you state, stepping away from him to look for something inside your bag.

"What?" Nanami almost blurts out, not really sure what the question was for- the 'not good' part or your hands- that seemed to bring him some much-needed relief- not touching him anymore.

Taking out a small maroon spherical crystal from your bag, you look Nanami straight in the eyes. "Take off your clothes. We're getting in the shower."

The shower head is fixed back into place by your fingers. "There," you exhale and come down from the stool to give one final look of satisfaction at your work.

Nanami is standing at his bathroom door, leaning on the doorframe, observing you. You are out of your overcoat, exposing your usual colourful self in a sweater, a skirt and skinny tights. This is the first time he has seen you wear a sweater in blue. It suits you, he thinks to himself, though it irks him to imagine if it ran up your waist like it is doing now- when you are adjusting the angle of the shower- when you travelled all the way from Jujutsu High to his place and if anyone else dared to see you like this.

"I've fixed the disinfectant in your shower head. Now just stand under the running water for about a minute or so and I'll take out the curse sample."

Nanami looks at the shower head and then at you. "How lethal is the infection?"

"Oh," you shake your head, "not lethal if we do this right now. Lethal if you let it sit overnight. I am going to take the sample back to Shoko Senpai for culture study and antidotes. It'll wash away in no time, don't worry about it."

"I'm not worried for me," he mumbles.

"Hm?" you furrow your brows in confusion, which melts away at the speed of light when the man unbuttons his shirt, taking it off and neatly stacking it in the laundry basket next to the sink.

It takes you some time to let the beauty of Kento Nanami's body seep into your mind. It also takes one long inhale to realise that Blazer had been hiding a sculpted Renaissance art underneath it.

But your brain goes to hell when he takes off his trousers and stands there in his black boxers, revealing some incredibly toned legs.

Oh, mother of curses!

Embarrassed for looking at him with budding sinful thoughts, you turn around in the shower temple to smack your head into the towel rack.

Cursing under your breath, you walk out of the tiny space with your gaze on the ground. "The infection is on your left shoulder blade...o-on the back."

"How bad is it?" Nanami tries to take a look at it in the wall-length mirror on the sink.

"I've handled worse. It's okay, you can trust me, Nanami." you shrug at his reflection in the mirror with a smile.

"I do, Y/L/N-" Nanami takes off his watch and places it beside the sink, leaving that sentence hanging, leaving you blinking at your own reflection for a moment.

Nanami steps into the shower temple, turning on the shower and letting his left arm and shoulder soak in the cold wetness of the water.

Soon enough the infection starts to wriggle and make screeching sounds as the energy in the water starts killing it.

Grabbing the container from your sample kit you step into the space. "I'm taking a sample now."

A few mud-coloured droplets that are still screeching are caught in the container while the rest of them are washed away in the water and down the drain, leaving Nanami's body healed to its original perfection.

"Feel better?"

Nanami does feel better. He can feel all the tiredness leaving his body with the water. He turns around to tell you the same.

You are looking at the container and about to walk out of the shower temple. "Let's get you back to the lab to Senp-"

Your words get stuck in your throat when your foot slips on the wet tile and your hands are grabbing at the air to break your fall.

The air does not break your fall. But Nanami does. His one hand is quick to cushion your head from hitting the wall while his other hand grabs your waist and pulls you to himself. Fearing not to make you fall for a second time, he backs into the wall behind him for support, bringing you both under the shower.

The container falls on the tiled floor as your hands grab onto his shoulders for support and your heart tries to get accustomed to the fear of the fall.

Neither of you move for a moment. Neither of you wants to in fear of doing something the other might now like in such close proximity to each other.

Close proximity? You both are grabbing onto each other as if your lives depend on it.

"Y/N? You okay?" Nanami finally whispers when he does not feel you move for a long while.

"Yes," you breathe, moving your face away from his shoulders- which are welcoming and hot- and facing him. "Sorry. I slipped."

Before Nanami can point out the futility of an apology that is not your fault, you smile and move your hands through his hair. "Aw shucks! I ruined your hair. It's wet now."

That does it for Kento Nanami. That one brush of your fingers in his hair reverberates through his whole body.

"Stop, Y/N," he refrains from growling.

Your hand immediately retreats from his head, pausing in the air and wondering with lost eyes if you did something wrong.

Ah, shit. He doesn't like his hair messed with.

"Stop giving me wrong ideas," he whispers, turning off the shower with his free hand.

"Wrong...what?" your voice barely rises above a whisper.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" You try to wriggle out of his hold, a little hurt at the assumptions you are making in your head. "I'm sorry for messing your hair."

"My hair isn't the only thing you are messing with."

You scoff, feeling offended. "I'll fix it, okay! Your hair and whatever else I messed with."

Nanami runs his hands through his hair and you have to gulp back some things that rather not come to your lips.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Nanami looks you in your eyes with a stare you have not seen him with. And you don't want to curl up or back down, so you match his gaze with yours.

"One hundred per cent."

"So, would you be okay if I kissed you?"

The question catches you off guard. But not in the way it is supposed to. "Why would I not be okay?" you scoff. Only after you have given the answer does your brain realise what the question was.

Nanami does not waste time. His lips are on yours within seconds. His arm wraps itself around your waist to bring you closer to him.

Your hands do not know what to do at that sudden kiss. It is when Nanami draws himself away to look at you do they find themselves caressing the dip of his jaw and welcoming him back for another kiss.

Your tongue licks his lips, inviting him. Nanami lets his tongue dance with yours, bringing out a guttering moan from your throat; a moan that heats up something inside the sorcerer forcing him to lift you up by your thighs, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you out of the bathroom to his bedroom.

He is careful when putting you down on his bed.

Oh! The grey duvet.

But that duvet is the least of your concerns right now when the six-foot-tall man stands at the edge of his bed wiping the water off his face, breathing a little heavily and looking at you with...what was that emotion in his eyes?

"Tell me to stop if you don't want to..." he whispers.

"Don't," your voice cracks. You can visibly see him pause his breath for a second. "Don't stop."

The dim lighting in his bedroom is perfect for watching him as his shoulders relax.

He gets on the bed, one leg at a time, dipping the sheets around you with his weight, crawling to catch your lips with his.

Your hands are nervously working on your sweater's buttons under him. He moves away to help you with it, forcing out a tiny wince from you; getting a low chuckle out of him.

Your skirt's zipper is stuck, not budging when it should be sliding down like a seal on an iceberg. Nanami is being as gentle as possible with it but it's all going in vain.

That's when you feel him dig his fingers in over the edges of the fabric near the zipper, your skin heating up where his fingers are in contact with you.

"Y/N-" he looks up at you with embers of unflinching will in his brown eyes, "let me buy you another skirt tomorrow."

The sound of the rip registers after the fabric comes apart in your brain because your eyes are too busy studying how his shoulders tense up just to get you out of your clothes.

The tights are next. But they are taken off with the most delicate touch by the sorcerer. So is the underwear.

He starts by planting kisses on your thighs, moving slowly to the inside while making your nerves light up at every touch. And if that is not enough, his hands tease and massage them to relax you every time you tense up.

He inhales the smell of your core as if he is breathing in the fresh waterfalls in the forest, and then sits back up. Lifting you up by your waist, he rolls to the other side of the bed with him at the bottom and you at the top. He adjusts your thighs on either side of his waist before dragging you further up his torso.

You watch in confusion as he takes the support of the head of his bed and slides further down.

"Sit on me," he announces.

"....what?"

"Sit on my face," he does not stutter.

But you do. "N-Nanami."

He simply lifts your thighs up and brings your core closer to his face.

Do I weigh anything to you?

His hands push your thighs apart, letting him get better access to you. You are not putting your weight down and taking the support of the headboard instead, worried about suffocating him.

But the first flick of his tongue on your clit makes you jump up.

Nanami is quick to anchor your thighs with his hands, forcing you to put all your weight on him. He starts what seems like an incantation being written with his tongue inside you.

Sucking and licking, flicking and teasing, he is your very own roller coaster of pleasure tonight, making you writhe with pleasure under his touch.

And lo...you can feel the wetness gather around your walls.

"Nanami-" you are trying your best to breathe right- "I'm gonna-Nanami. Wait. I'm gonna pee. Ah!"

This man keeps touching all the right nerves again. And again. And again.

You are being driven to the edge. "Nanami stop!"

And he stops for a minuscule second, giving you a window to lift yourself up and flop on your back next to him, trying to bring your lungs back to normal.

"Did it hurt?"

Nanami's hand comes to move the stray strands of your hair away from your face glowing with sweat under the dim bedroom light.

He is looking over you, half up on his arm while his other hand is caressing your face. "Y/N, did it hurt?"

You shake your head. "No. No, I just felt I was about to pee and I didn't want...to do it...over you."

You can see his lips glisten with your juices. He closes his eyes and licks his lips before rolling to the other side, sitting up at the edge and eventually getting up.

The light coming from the bathroom perfectly draws out the cuts of the tensed muscles all over his body while his back is still towards you.

Wait...is it over?

You can see him curl his hands into fists before releasing them and finally walking the length of his bed to come to your side.

You rise up on your elbows.

It's over, isn't it? Your inner voice is smacking you left and right, blaming you for stopping the pleasure harp of a lifetime just as it was about to reach its crescendo.

He goes for the chest next to his bed, opens the top drawer and takes out a small packet that glistens under the scarce light.

"Next time-" he removes his shorts, freeing his already hard length, and gets up on the edge of the bed in front of you- "when you are on top of me-" he tears the packet with his teeth and takes out a condom, pumping his length with his free hand- "I have already played out the probabilities of me suffocating in between your thighs-" he puts the condom on his length and then rests his arms on your raised knees, finally looking into your eyes with a passion you have not seen in him before.

"Next time-" he bends a bit forward to lean in for a kiss and undo the hook of your bra- "waterboard me."

Your bra is on the floor. His hands cup your breasts perfectly, massaging them as his kisses grow intense with every passing second. Then he moves onto your neck, biting it in places before licking the heat away.

Parting from you, he takes one pillow and places it under your head, another between you and the headboard and the last one under your lower back.

Letting his cock gather the juices on your edges, he looks at you while taking his time to enter you.

Both of you feel your breaths cemented in your throats letting you get accustomed to each other. He leans closer to you, planting a kiss on one of your cheeks while caressing the other with his hand. "You okay?"

You nod, feeling your walls adapt to his length.

Nanami drives out before slowly driving himself back in, giving you time to adjust to the pace. Once he knows you are comfortable, he lifts up your legs in the air and brings them to rest on his shoulders.

This time when he drives himself into you, you can feel your core light up with a different brand of intensity, leaving you to gasp for air and letting a moan slip from your throat.

Nanami smirks to himself and plants a kiss on your ankle. He has found your spot. He increases the pace a bit, loving every second of your view; as your breasts bounce to his rhythm, as you try to hold onto his duvet and his pillow, as your eyes close and your head dips back when you feel the pleasure spots light up and your moans get louder. He is loving every moment of you because you are his pleasure.

"K-Kento!"

His name from your mouth feels like a prayer, making his core shudder.

"Yes, love," he sputters between his strokes.

"I'm-ah-"

You don't get to finish your sentence.

He can feel your walls tighten around his cock, undoing his restraints and making him grunt.

He fastens his pace, the squelching and clapping of your bodies growing wilder. Taking both your legs in the hold of one arm, he lets his other hand go down to your core. His fingers find your clit and rub it to let you have your release as he starts feeling his length swell up.

Soon enough, the damn you feel rising up breaks, leaving you with shuddering legs.

Nanami elongates your orgasm as he feels his length at the edge of the eruption. Soon enough, he finds his high with one guttering growl leaving his lungs.

Sweaty and breathless, the both of you.

Nanami is spent; lying on top of you.

You run your hands through his hair as he rests his head on the nape of your neck to catch his breath.

Getting up on his arms, he looks at you with concern. "Are you okay?"

You can't help but smile as the edge of your eyes water up. Cupping his face in your hands, you bring him closer for a kiss.

Nanami carefully gets his length out of you before going straight for the bathroom. You hear the tap run for a few seconds before he comes out with a wet towel to clean you up.

The condom is disposed and you are directed into the bathroom to take a shower. Nanami joins you a few minutes later, planting soft kisses on your back.

Layered up in his oversized black t-shirt and grey shorts, you come out to find the grey sheets gone and a purple duvet waiting to greet you.

Just as you are looking at the new sheets, a needle of anxiety pricks you in your chest.

Do I stay? Do I dress up and walk out? Is...this...was this a one-night...

The thought makes your heart sink.

"Get in," Nanami orders you as he comes out of the door in a white t-shirt and grey shorts, raising the duvet from the edge for you.

The sinking heart rises up a little from the depths of darkness.

You get under the sheets and watch as he moves- first to the edge of the bed to keep something in the empty partition cubicle, and then- to the other side, switches off the lights and gets under the sheets.

You slide down the sheets while your heart rises a bit further.

You feel his arm looking for you under the sheets, finding your waist and pulling you closer to him.

He extends his arm to let you rest your head on it.

The light from the city outside is enough for him to watch your face glow and your eyes search for something in his. He moves your hair away from your face and caresses your cheeks.

"Nanami?" you whisper, still not taking your eyes off him.

"Hm?"

"Do you...like me?"

Silence.

The calm of the apartment is broken by Nanami's chuckle.

"Oh. Y/N-" the depth of his voice reverberates through his home as he exhales your name still titillates your core- "what will I do with you?!"

The maroon crystal rests on the once-empty space in the partition in Nanami Kento's home.

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 3 months ago

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My Strawhat Deck!! (Ofc VIvi is included shes a strawhat TO ME) Been working on these for a while and I'm very happy with how they turned out

I will be turning them into an actual deck of cards btw!!! Very excited to sell them at conventions (More info on my insta @\doodle.list 👀) and eventually online! so keep an out for that hehe

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 3 months ago

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Poor Jane

Like in one session Loki goes “I bet she hates me right now”

And she is fighting her internal rage to walk up to his face and say “wait till 4 o’clock and find out you dumb God”

Or y/n goes “Of course he doesn’t like me. I am a mediocre human and he is a God and I should be fine with it.”

And she slams her notebook hard just so she could stop herself from screaming “He kisses the ground you walk on, woman!!”

It’s The Avengers (04x12)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 12:

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: a little breakdown, a little surprise

Word Count: I'm tired as fuck. But I like my cozy bed.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The camera opened up to a familiar setting of a comfortable sofa and two chairs decorated in a beige room with photographs of wildlife adorning the walls. The focus shifted to the sound of whistling coming from the sofa and the lens caught the back of our favourite long-haired God. Opposite the sofa, the door clicked open and a woman in her early forties walked in. The first thing she saw was the camera, passing it a look of two-second judgment. “I thought we were done with that,” she suggests in a tired tone. The figure turned his head from where he sat to look right at the lens. “It’s fine-“ Loki waved his hand to ignore it- “it’s seen my worst. And it’s all confidential so not to worry, Jane.” Jane looked at the camera again. “Just so you know, Loki, I’m making you sign an NOD so you do not come to sue me if this thing ever gets leaked somewhere.” Loki chuckled and nodded. The camera settled down next to the third wall, having a vantage point to shift the frame between Loki and the Doctor. “Coming back to you-“ Jane put on her reading glasses- “you seem awfully chipper today.” Loki smacked his lips and raised his brows. “Yes.” Undoing his folded legs, he leaned forward. “Something awful happened last night.”

Last Night Clint sat in Friday’s surveillance room, his legs up on the table while he held one of the special editions of the One Piece Manga from its Fishman Island arc. The archer was too engrossed-and visibly judgmental- in the pages where Sanji is bleeding profusely to notice Friday give a bloop on one of the CCTV screens. “What is it?” Clint asked, not looking up from the pages. “My interspacial sensors can calculate an incoming object in the living room.” Clint sighed. He flipped the page. “Are we sure it’s not Loki?” “The markers are from Loki but I am sensing other human genetic markers with him.” Clint breathed out through his mouth and rubbed his eyes before flipping another page. “He doesn’t just let anyone teleport with him. Are we sure it’s not Pet-“ “It’s not Peter,” Friday chimed. His index finger stopped mid-motion of another flip and his eyes left the pages for the first time. The still camera in the surveillance room caught the archer dropping his legs and wheeling his chair towards the CCTV wall. The lens focused on the growing wrinkles on his forehead as seconds passed. “Please don’t let it be.” He was heard whispering as his fingers crossed for all the fortune to come to him. The next moment, two figures appeared out of nowhere in the living room. The camera could not see the screen, only Barton’s eyes- which, for some unknown reason, were growing wider. “Are you okay?” Loki’s voice could be heard through the speakers. His question was followed by a sigh from another person and a ‘woah’. “Yeah. Just give me a second,” your voice reverberated through the speakers this time, changing all the features on Clint’s face. “It’s been a while since I teleported.” Clint rubbed his face with his hands, never looking at the screen anymore. The entire room was silent before a tiny groan akin to a cry came out of the man named Hawkeye

. Living Room “Is it…can I drink some water?” You stood there bending down with your hands on your knees, trying to find your gravity again. Loki stood before you, his limbs ready for any anomaly. “No, I would not suggest that.” The God walked behind the kitchenette island and opened one of the drawers to take out an orange-looking marble. “Here,” he brought the little sphere in decent vicinity to your face, “keep this on your tongue.” Without another thought, you brought forward your lips, bared your teeth and let them take the candy from his fingers’ grip.”

The God was left a little stunned, looking at the camera for a tiny second with red in his ears before getting his composure back. Three seconds later, you straightened your back and clapped your hands. “Okay let’s get to work.” Loki blinked at you, his right hand still in the air, his thumb and index holding onto the leftover essence of that candy piece. “Y/N,” a familiar voice called your name from the elevator. “CLINT!!” You hugged the man. Clint hugged you back but his eyes were stuck on the frozen God. “What are you doing here?” The camera focused out of the God and onto Clint. But one could still see Loki looking down at his fingers while Clint finally faced you. “What do you mean what am I- Clint! Where’s Pepper?” Clint looks at the hallway going towards Bruce’s lab. “She was in the lab a couple of hours ago. Why-“ “Her water broke. She texted me ten minutes ago. We need to find her. Now” Surprise eroded on Clint’s face before worry did. He whispered a hurried ‘come on’ before rushing towards the lab. “Hey, slender man!” Clint shouted. Loki broke out of his trance and turned towards Clint. You looked at them both with a shade of confusion. “Come on, we need to find Pepper!” Loki nodded, following you and Clint.

. Desolate Diner The rest of the undercover party sat on the lone bench outside the diner while Javier tried to replay the footage on his laptop. People entering the diner watched as Peter, Javi and Scott were huddled together, curiously watching the screen. “I can’t hear them,” Scott finally broke the silence, “Javi increase the volume or something.” Javi looked at the camera set up a few inches from them. The young man signed “They didn’t have mics on them, Scott.” “Well, amp up the surrounding noises or something,” Scott’s agitation was showing, “I need to know what made them disappear together!!” Javi frowned at Scott. “Not everyone owns powerful equipment like Mr Stark!” He signed furiously, making Peter hide his face in embarrassment as people watched two adults fight in sign language. “But lucky for us…Mr Stark made some improvements in our crew’s equipment.” Clicking some buttons on the keyboard, the laptop could be heard playing the hoot of a nearby owl to your anxious voice declaring “Pepper’s water just broke.” All three men caught their breath.

. Avengers Facility Hallway- Outside the Lab The camera caught you rushing out of the lab. "She's not here." There was a shiver in your voice as you addressed the camera. Loki rushed out from the lounge. "She's not in the dorms." "Not out in the terrace garden either!" Clint joins you two. "F*&#, wait-" you raised your hands before grabbing your head in some unspoken agony, "Friday! Where's Pepper?!" The AI chimes through the facility, "She was in the library last I saw her. I have not caught her movement since." You and Clint were rushing towards the elevator with the camera following behind. Turning around and pressing the button, the camera and Clint watched Loki portal out. "Now he thinks of not taking us with him." The lens panned in on your furrowed brows targeted towards Clint.

The camera ran behind you as you turned to enter the library and look for any sign of Pepper. But neither of you could see anyone. "Pepper?!" you shouted. "In here!" Loki's voice called out for you. Without a warning, you dashed towards the dimly lit little corridor between the books and the camera followed. A sigh of relief washed over you as the camera entered the small nook and witnessed a rather unexpected sight. Loki sat with legs spread to let Pepper rest her back on his chest. Her hands bore into the God's arms as she tried to work through whatever pain she felt. Her abdomen and leg had already been covered with a blanket. "Pepper! We're here. I'm so sorry we're late!" "Save it, Y/N-" Pepper grunted through her pain- "where's Tony." You turned around to look at Clint. So did the camera. "Friday notified him. He's on his way," Clint assured everyone. A nascent scream erupted from Pepper's throat as her back squirmed and her nails dug into Loki's arms. "Take me to the hospital!!!" "Right," Clint affirmed as he stepped forward to get down on his knees and help Pepper up. The camera watched as Loki shook his head at Clint. "No, Clint. No no no no no no-" The screen panned in just as Pepper grabbed Clint's hand with hers. And just then, a contraction came and Pepper clawed into Clint's wrist, both parties screaming into each other's face. The camera panned out to watch you take a step back while your face squinched at the sight. The frame turned towards Loki's tired 'I warned you' lines on his face while his eyes looked right into the lens.

Loki: *complete zen mode* every second of those screams coming out of Barton has elongated my life span by fifty years. *camera pans in on his face* He screamed for four minutes straight. *smirks*

The main door swung open with force as Scott, Peter and Javi- with his trustful camera- entered the facility, dashing straight for the library. Scott exclaimed his excitement even before he stepped into the library. "We came as fast as we cou-" His words were drowned by the gasp his lungs took as Javi's camera moved past him to take in a bloodied Clint coming out of the corner and standing in front of them; defeated. His nose had been bloodied by a strong force. And his eyes had gone red because of tears. "Mr Barton, sir, are you okay?" Peter was concerned. "Dude, were you fighting Thanos in there?" Scott had to ask. The camera focused on Clint's face as the light left his eyes. "Worse," he whispered before slowly exiting the library.

. The camera focused on Loki's face before panning out to show him still holding Pepper while gently patting her head with his right hand and letting her dig her nails into his left arm. You had a cup full of ice chips, giving Pepper a bit to crunch on every few seconds. "Pepper-" Loki started gently- "your contractions are now five minutes apart and you are in no condition to go to the hospital." Pepper groaned, sweating profusely. "But I wanna go to the-" "Hospital-" Loki added, nodding and raising his hands in peace- "I know. But I do not feel like risking you or your child to any unforeseen incident on the way." The camera caught the one-second glance you threw at Loki as a smile eroded through your eyes. That smile was immediately hidden behind concern when you realised you were caught by the lens. "Loki, I don't think any of us have experience enough to assist with childbirth. We will have to get her to the hospital." There was a pause. The God's lips formed an o while he raised his brows matter-of-factly. "Well...there is someone who has experience...with childbirth. Assistance of birthing a...child." The God was not breathing at the moment. The camera was turning between the two of you, catching the tilt of your head in innocent confusion for a few seconds; till your eyes widened. "Oh, lord." "WE ARE HERE!!" The camera whipped towards the entrance of the cosy nook, watching Scott and Peter rush in with Javie and his instrument behind them. "How can we hel-oh!!!" Scott's face squirmed as the camera turned to pan on Loki's arms bleed where Pepper was clawing him but the God was sitting there like it was nothing. "We need towels, warm water, a bucket load of ice chips, and the sewing kit Bruce keeps in his lab." The room fell silent as the lens zoomed in on your face of authority, which showed a hint of crack as it looked at Loki for something. Loki let out an air of relief and nodded in your direction. The God took it from there. "Scott get the things she just pointed out to the interrogation room. Peter, get us that wheelchair we use to make fun of Charles. Y/N-" "She's not going anywhere," Pepper shouted for the entire room. "-is not going anywhere." Loki nodded. "She's staying by your side," Scott chimed in. "I'll make sure she has no exits," Peter spoke simultaneously. The camera panned in on your face at the delayed reactive frown of suspicion you gave Peter.

Peter: I do not care. Little Stark is on the way and there is no way I am not doing anything Miss Potts says. If she tells me to kill Y/N, I will do it. *camera zooms in* Peter: *blinks* *purses lips* *pauses for a moment* Also Peter: *exhales and whispers with a shiver in his voice* Oh God! I hope she doesn't ask me to kill her.

Interrogation Room Loki carefully placed Pepper on the makeshift bed inside the interrogation room. You followed behind with a weave basket of towels and an ice box. Scott followed you with a weave basket overloaded with stuffed toys. Outside the interrogation room- in the observation room- the camera caught Sam and Bucky rushing and stopping at the glass separating the two rooms. "We came as fast as we could," Bucky shouted at the top of his lungs. Fear was quite evident in his eyes. Sam judged Bucky as he turned on the microphone attached next to the glass. "Whatever you need Pepper, we are here. Anything. You name it." "I NEED TONY!!!" The lens caught Bucky turning towards Sam, with a questioning look in his gaze. Sam did not look. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest. "Do not say it," Sam whispered. "You could've just said, 'Pepper, let us get you some slim jims or M&Ms." "You know what I meant when I said-"

Pepper groaned and grunted as another contraction came through. "Okay-" Scott exhaled in a state of worry, looking at you with concern in his eyes- "when's the midwife coming?" You dunked a plastic cup into the ice box and gave Pepper the ice chips. "What? No. Loki is the midwife. He is going to do the whole birthing process." Both the rooms went silent. One could only hear the wringing of a hand towel that Loki was using to keep on Pepper's forehead while you kept a towel between Pepper's legs. Sam looked at the camera with utter confusion. "Pepper are you sure-" Pepper cut Bucky short with one murderous stare piercing right through the glass. "If I am not going to the hospital then Loki is helping me get my baby out and if someone so much as squeaks about another option as I wriggle through body-altering pain I will wipe your entire bloodline from this earth when I get out of this room." The lens watched as you shook your head at the audacity of the cowering men around you. Suddenly, everyone agreed that Loki was a great choice for a midwife.

Sam: Yeah, I ain't messing with a pregnant woman's fury. *camera pans in* I'd rather fight a brainwashed Hydra Bucky.

"Okay," Loki announced, getting out of the sheet laid over Pepper's abdomen and legs, "the contractions are three minutes apart, your canal is dilated. We'll soon see the head coming through." Pepper was sweating profusely now as you helped keep her head at a decent temperature with a cold towel. "Someone hold my hand," she cried through the pain. "Oh, here," Scott proceeded to walk towards her with his hand out for grabs. "NO!!!" You and Loki shouted, scaring not only Scott but Bucky and Sam too. "Traitors!!" Pepper hissed at you. "Bucky, you come and hold Pepper," you suggested. Bucky traded places with Scott. He was 'magically' sanitised by Loki before the God let him make contact with Pepper. Another contraction came and the woman was in tears. The camera caught the moment as Bucky realised why he had to trade places with Scott. "Someone please get Tony. I can't do this without him." Peter entered the observation room with Javi. "Miss Potts! I just talked to Mr Stark! He's on his way. He's coming in-" the boy watched his tablet before looking back through the glass- "fifteen minutes." Pepper wailed. "Gentlemen, the lady is in pain. I need you to distract her as long as you can," Loki declared to the crowd at the other side of the glass. The crowd froze. "Did you know there is a uniqueness to the pigeons that reside in New York," Sam started. "Are you serious right now?" you interjected. "I don't know, what am I supposed to do?! I only got fun facts from the daily newspaper today!!" The camera looked past the faces to catch Scott and Peter giving each other a look. Both nodded at each other before turning towards the glass. "Friday-" Scott's voice reverberated- "play my 'Bootylicious' playlist." "What is happening?" Pepper whispered, eyes wide at the glass as both boys did a little 'stretch'. You shrugged. "Feast your eyes on this, Pepper," Scott announced as 'Shake to the Max' by MOLIY started playing on the speakers. The cameras caught Pepper's jaw drop and eyes widen. Bucky too was taken aback. You were the most astonished of all- enough to get your phone out to record it. Loki stood there, with a large bowl of hot water in his hands, seemingly impressed. Sam looked like he was tired and wanted to go home.

. Ten Minutes Later Scott concluded the chorus to Ruby Chan as Peter gave a closing beat on his soundboard. The Ant-Man dropped to the floor in a pool of his own sweat. "That's it, I'm out." The contractions were one minute apart now. "Where's Tony?" Pepper looked at you, pleading with her eyes. "He's reaching in five minutes!" Peter called out. "Pepper, I can see the head coming out," Loki called out from underneath the sheet, "you need to push." She shook her head. "I can't." Loki came back up. "Pepper-" "No-" Pepper cried. "Pepper," you cut her short. Cupping her face in your hand, you asked her to look at you. "You have done this before. I know it must feel like shit right now not to have anyone else feel the same pain as you-" "Except Barton," Loki quipped, earning a whack to his stomach from you. "And I know it feels bad not having Tony here. But look around you. You have so many people excited about the arrival of Pepper Jr. But above everything else, they want you to be okay at the end of the day. Because they love you to the point of caring for you." Pepper looked around. Scott waved from where he lay. Peter was already out with balloons. Sam had his sister on the phone for any tips they could use. Bucky was playing with the recording equipment in the room, his mechanical arm still out for Pepper to hold. "So, how about we give one good push," you added. "Yes, Pepper!" Scott shouted from the other room. "You can do it!" "Come on, Pepper!!" Sam encouraged her. "You can do it, Miss Potts!!" Peter shouted. "Don't worry about my hand, squeeze it as hard as you want," Bucky insisted. Pepper smiled, finally looking at you through the tears. "Okay," she breathed in, "I'm ready." Loki nodded at Pepper and took your hand to make you stand at the end of the table while he raised the blanket over her legs and readied for the final stage. "Okay, PUSH!" Pepper used every ounce of energy to push. The camera panned in at the horror in your eyes and the retraction of your arms as you watched the miracle of birth happening in front of you. With one soul-crushing cry from Pepper's lungs, a final push came, leading to the first cry of a little baby girl. Loki was quick to bring the crying baby in your arms and went on to grab the scissors to cut the umbilical cord. "I'M HERE!!!" a distant shout could be heard before the door opened with a bang and a dishevelled Tony entered the room. Everyone broke into a cheer. Pepper cried tears of joy while you waited for Loki to 'sanitise' Tony before he did the honours of cutting the umbilical cord. You carefully hand over his bundle of joy in his arms.

Everyone was beyond elated to watch the baby be cooed by her parents. One camera focused on you smiling through tears as you stood in the corner, looking at the spectacle, unaware of Loki looking at you as he cleaned his hands. "I'm going to call others and give them the good news!" you shouted and walked out of the room. Loki followed. The rest stayed. One camera followed you.

The Lounge For the first time you realised your clothes- and Loki's shirt that he lent you- were covered in blood and placenta. "Congratulations," Loki announced, "you are officially the big sister now." "Congratulations to you too," you responded with a smile and the camera caught Loki half-blinking in some questionable thought.

Loki: It would have been easier not to adore her if she did not look so celestial while covered in blood. *sighs* *looks into infinity with a gentle smile on his lips*

"For being a sister?" Loki questioned. "For being the trickster uncle who will teach her every trick and every curse word in the book," you quipped, making him chuckle. Silence eroded the lounge as you two stood in each other's company. For the first time in the night, you both realised you stood exactly where you had last seen each other face to face in this house. Two cameras- neither left their hiding place, only recording the two of you from a distance. "So," Loki went first, "is...how is...are you doing okay...at the university?" Even the God struggled with the right words. But something in your gaze reflected an emotion that seemed to know what was being said without being said. "I am...doing okay at the university. Better than I was doing before," you answer him softly, holding eye contact. He seemed to take a sigh of relief before nodding in your direction.

"Y/N-" the silence surrounding you two was deafening, but the God battled through it- "I apologise for my curt behaviour with you. It was very unbecoming of me to have taken your feelings in humour. I regret doing so. You have been a wonderful friend to me and I should have done better by you." You looked into his eyes. They seemed to mean what he said. "I may not deserve forgiveness and it would be justified. But I am willing to do better by you if you could give me a chance to be a better, more deserving friend." The impeccable zoom on the lens panned in the moisture building in the corner of your eyes till you blinked it away. "Loki, I understand," you stated with a smile, "It did hurt for some time not to have my feelings reciprocated because I'm human but that's life. I don't control how you feel about me. And that is okay. I forgive you. And I apologise if I made you uncomfortable with my...confessional outburst." Loki's lips parted. His head tilted a bit. "Well, you get used to the discomfort when you are a handsome God like me." Loki's words made you burst into a snicker. "God! I'd forgotten how awful you were." Loki giggled, the smirk slowly fading as he watched you smile with your teeth out.

Loki: It's been a while since I've seen her smile like that *tears start welling up in his eyes* *takes one lungful of air* *smiles through the tears* *shakes his head while looking down at the floor* Loki: Oof!

"You should shower," Loki proposed, looking at the state of your clothes, arms and neck. You acknowledged. "Yeah, I should. My bags must have arrived by now," you mumbled. The satisfied expression on Loki's face changed to a confused pause. "Your bags?" You were removing Loki's shirt and using it to wipe the blood and slime off your neck. "Yeah," you answered nonchalantly, "my year's over so I have to relocate from the dorms. And as I'm not working on the side anymore, I'm moving back in." Loki stood there, expressionless, forgetting how to breathe for an elongated moment. "Unless you guys have turned my room into some sort of experimental hub," you questioned, looking up at the God. "No!" he shook his head furiously, "Vision and Bucky did try but no." "Cool-" you turned towards the dorms after waiving at him- "see you in a while, buddy." "Yes!" Loki tried to refrain from shouting but failed. He did try to control the excitement bubbling in his chest by taking frantic steps in no particular direction before turning to the camera like he had known its position the entire time- making the camera jerk in surprise. "You heard that too, right?" he whispered at the lens.

. The Psychologist "So...that's pretty much what happened." The camera leaned in, focusing on Doctor Jane's face as she looked over her notebook before glancing at her patient. Her eyes narrowed at the person in question before switching to the camera for a three-second glare. "Well-" Jane closed her notebook and put it on the table before letting out a calculated sigh- "it seems like Y/N has made peace with the incident." The camera swivelled towards Loki, who pursed his lips and nodded. "I'm glad she did." "Have you?" Loki half blinked at Jane. "Of course, I have. I am a better version of myself than I was before. Before I came to this minimalistic clinic. Y/N is moving back into her rightful home and all will be back to normal." Jane scoffed. "Normal," she stressed. "So, if an opportunity were to present itself where let's say, Y/N catches feelings for you again and confesses...again; what will your reaction be?" Loki licked his lips and smirked. He wanted to look like a trickster but his eyes reflected something else. "That is quite the hypothetical situation, Jane. Not going to happen." "You said it yourself, it is hypothetical. So, humour me. What's going to happen-"

The feed cut to Jane sitting in a different set of clothing, "-if this time, Loki is the one confessing to you." The camera swerved to you sitting on the couch in front of Jane. You forced out a laugh. "That is not happening, Jane. But if we are in a hypothetical scenario then...I'm pretty sure I will be looking the other way." You shrugged and scratched an ick on the back of your neck. "Why is that?" "Well, for starters, we know that old man has a lot of unhealed trauma and it would be worse to reciprocate his feelings. We don't want that kind of negativity. Not to mention, I am valuing my peace of mind now." Jane narrowed her eyes at you.

The footage cut back to Jane. "Uh-huh. But what if the past trauma has been acknowledged and healed to a certain level? What then?" Loki shrugged with his brows. "Well, good for her. Truly. But her peace matters." Jane did not miss a breath. "What if you give them that peace?" Loki's lips turned into an 'o' to say something but stopped as his brows slowly furrowed. "Not as them expecting you to be their peace but as you being a safe space for them to come to when the world just sucks the life out of them? What then?" Loki looked at something beyond this room, past Jane.

Your fingers intertwined themselves while your eyes looked out the window. Your lips parted in some heavy thought. "I...uh..."

Loki took in a lungful of air. "I hope I make the right choices when that happens."

You licked your lips and looked back at Jane. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Jane: *pours a glass of Macallan on the rocks for herself* *comes to the patient's sofa and plops down* Jane: *takes a decent gulp of her drink* *rubs her eyes* *looks at the camera* honestly...these two need to fuck each other's brains out or something.

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 3 months ago

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Jane seems so done with these two

I wonder how much restraint she has to practice just to keep herself from going “NO YOU DUMBASS THAT’S NOT HOW THE OTHER PERSON FEELS!!! IF YOU TWO COULD JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER!!!”

and then she would go to her therapist and tell them “I’m getting rich because of these two but at what cost!!”

It’s The Avengers (04x12)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 12:

Warnings: a little breakdown, a little surprise

Word Count: I'm tired as fuck. But I like my cozy bed.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

Loki: *complete zen mode* every second of those screams coming out of Barton has elongated my life span by fifty years. *camera pans in on his face* He screamed for four minutes straight. *smirks*

Sam: Yeah, I ain't messing with a pregnant woman's fury. *camera pans in* I'd rather fight a brainwashed Hydra Bucky.

Loki: It would have been easier not to adore her if she did not look so celestial while covered in blood. *sighs* *looks into infinity with a gentle smile on his lips*

Your fingers intertwined themselves while your eyes looked out the window. Your lips parted in some heavy thought. "I...uh..."

Loki took in a lungful of air. "I hope I make the right choices when that happens."

You licked your lips and looked back at Jane. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

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