Summary: Dating in secret is hard if you’re covered in hickeys and need to explain to your father, tony stank, where they came from
Pairing: Loki x reader
Word count: 952
warnings: shitty writing (both my beta readers say “i like it” which is basically the nice version of “oh my god you dumb fuck”), language, suggestive, it’s basically the morning after
A/N: i wrote this together with @with-the-snap-of-a-finger… basically, i had the idea, she made the sketch basically and i rewrote and added and added so many adjectives (honestly there were like no adjectives. or anything.) and also made sure that it wasn’t just a lot of words squished together. as usual, the gifs are not mine, taken from tumblr. i wasn’t sure whether to make this with loki, bucky or sirius black (btw i would write for him too if i had ideas. @ me if you’re interested.) and heyy i finally had a beta reader again… not for proofreading tho, she’d spell loki wrong if she was feeling it…
Waking up, you manage to
stumble into your bathroom without breaking your neck; god knows how you did
that given that you still had your eyes closed.
After you peed and stood in
front of the mirror, you finally managed to open your eyes only to be greeted
by countless purple hickeys, covering your body and ending at your jaw. “I’m
purple,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. You took a glance down your naked body
“I’m… a purple hulk.” There was no other explanation, at least, that’s what
your half asleep brain tried to tell you. Carefully you touched on of the dark
spots and hissed when the sensitive skin hurt. That woke you up.
Slowly you realized what
had happened to your skin.
“I’m going to kill you,”
you said as you came back into the bedroom, looking at the sleeping douchebag.
“Wake up.” Pulling the blanket away, you waited for him to return to
consciousness.
“What?” Loki was barely
able to open his eyes. “I fucking told you to be careful. How the hell am I
supposed to cover that up?” The thought of crossing your arms to make a point
had crossed your mind, but that was nowhere near possible. The purple hickeys
weren’t only on your neck, which was where anyone reasonable would place them,
no. They covered your entire body, especially your breasts. Touching them would
probably be a terrible idea.
Looking at you, Loki
laughed cockily.
“That’s not fucking funny,
idiot. I have a hickey on my fucking hand.”
Loki, now sat, raised an
eyebrow, his stupid grin not leaving his face. “Has anyone ever told you, you
have a foul mouth? Why don’t you cover them up with make up or something?”
You laughed sarcastically,
not reacting to his first comment. “Yeah I’m just going to fucking bath in
foundation. That’ll do.”
Loki, unimpressed by your
statement, shrugged and stood up. “I think you look amazing,” he grinned, got
up and ran his hands down your arms in a weak attempt to calm you down.
“Yeah I don’t think my dad
is going to see it that way too. The only way to cover that up is wearing a
burqua or something like that for the rest of the fucking week.”
“Or just don’t hide it?”
You walked back into the
bathroom. “Fuck off and think about how we can cover that up. We’re both dead
when Tony, or anyone else, sees this.”
You did not bathe in
foundation and you did not buy a burqua just to hide it. You ended up wearing a
turtleneck sweater and a big scarf.
It was about 40°F outside
so at least no one was going to question your choice of clothing. You didn’t
even want to think about what would be if there had been tank top weather. A
shudder ran through your body.
You managed to slip out of
Lokis room without anyone noticing and went to the kitchen to make some
breakfast. Tony, Nat, Bruce and Steve were already sitting at the table, they
were the only ones who ate a “real breakfast”.
Your father was simply used
to it, Nat needed it to stay in shape, Bruce had an abnormal love for nutella
and Steve had been taught to eat whenever he could, growing up in war times.
Also, what was the American Dream without an American breakfast?
You only noticed Clint in
the armchair towards the window when you heard his voice. “What’s with the
scarf?”
Although all eyes were on
you, no one seemed really interested. No one suspected anything, and why should
they? You shrugged. “I’m cold.”
All eyes went back to their
food and you proceeded to make yourself a bowl of cereal. Obviously the cereals
were on the top shelf, because why not? Wasn’t like you were the only one who
used it and a certain Bucky Barnes liked to annoy you and play pranks on you.
Starting to climb the shelves you felt your sweater move.
“What happened
to your hip?” You froze in your movement, eyes darting to the source of the
voice. The armchair.
A smug looking
Clint watched you as your father got up to inspect the bruise.
“Let me see”, he
tried but you ushered him away.
“It’s nothing”,
you hissed and shot a pissed look towards Clint’s little corner – fuck him and
his ‘hawkeyes’. You should have thought first and acted second. Tony tried to
grab your scarf in an attempt to stop you from fleeing. Before you could do
anything, your dad held your cover in his hands, staring openly at your neck.
You heard Clint
snicker and shot him another look.
“Are those hickeys?” your father asked shocked the
same time Loki entered the kitchen and said “Good morning!”
Can you believe?
The god had the audacity to look at your neck for a second and then let out a
surprised sound. “Oh dear, Y/N, had some fun last night, didn’t you?”
Boiling rage
filled your body, but you somehow managed to stay calm and raise an eyebrow. “Did
you?” With one finger you pointed at the dark bruise on his neck. It was nothing
compared to your neck, but it did raise some attention.
“You left the
tower?”, your dad and Steve yelled at the same time.
The idea
backfired, you realized way too late. That little asshole of a trickster had planned
this.
“No”, he said
and nodded to where you were standing frozen, the stupid smug little smile in
his face. Funny enough it had been this exact smile that made you fall for the
son of a bitch.
Needless to say,
your father’s reaction was a nightmare.
It takes a while for you to convince her that you’re really just there to talk to her. You’ve been visiting this clearing for years. She’s been observing you from afar for a while, but whenever you would try to approach her, away she’d go. It’s understandable, though; it must be hard for her as a mythical creature.
When she finally does work up the courage to come up to you, you are careful not to make any sudden movements. You’re pretty sure that would make her run away again. She sits sort of near but separate from you, nervously picking at the grass, braiding it together while it’s still in the ground. When you speak for the first time, she flinches noticeably.
After a fair amount of mono-syllabic responses, you wish her a good day and get up to leave, only to hear her make a protesting sound. When you look back, she apologizes and starts talking rapidly, explaining her nervous situation and her community’s general attitude toward humans. You sit back down, and as she finishes talking, she seems a bit more relaxed. Now, the actual conversation can begin.
She’s very sweet and intelligent, and more than happy to answer all of your questions, and ask some as well. It honestly seems like she’s having a good time, which makes you happy. After a long afternoon of chatting, you part ways with a promise to meet the following day. As she turns away, you see her smile largely. You walk away, glancing back, and when she thinks you can’t see her, she stamps her hooves and hops around, giggling. Looks like tomorrow was going to be a good day.
“So,” Saeyoung’s voice trails off, “are you sure about this?”
His fingers hesitate on your cheek, making electricity run between your skin and his. At his gentle touch, you feel your heart rate picking up, but it has nothing to do with the fear he’s so sure you’re hiding behind a brave face. It has everything to do with what your heart and body truly want, though.
Your mouth curves into a soft smile and you snuggle closer to him, your lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck.
“I’ve never felt so sure in my entire life, sweetie,“ you hum and he shivers, inhaling sharply as your hot breath tickles the sensitive skin of his neck.
After a moment of silence, you look up. His vermilion hair falls in tousled locks, a stark contrast to the white pillow he’s trying to hide his flushed face in. He’s drawn his lower lip between his teeth and you wonder if he tried to suppress a moan or a chuckle. A look at his golden eyes, overflowing with love, lust, and warmth that seep into your very being tells you it is, undoubtedly, the former.
“It looks like you’ve changed your mind, though,” you tease, your soft smile turning into a playful smirk.
Before you know it, you’re trapped underneath his body, his arms dipping the mattress at each side of your face.
“Of course I haven’t! I love you and I want you,” he pauses to take a deep breath in, eyes everywhere but on you, “I just… I want this to be perfect for you. I want you to feel good. I want to make you feel good. And as selfish as it sounds, I want you to come back to this moment with love and happiness in your heart.” He lets out a long sigh and you feel his fingers clutching at the sheets as if it’s the only thing that could save him from drowning in his worries. “I just fear you might regret your choice once this is over. You know me, I’m no saint. I’ve done unforgivable things for all the wrong reasons. You deserve someone better than me.”
His eyes well up and his lips tremble under the weight of his many doubts. Instinctively, you cup his cheeks, thumbs running softly under his eyes to wipe tears yet unshed.
“I want you, Saeyoung,” you say, no trace of doubt in your voice, “and I want my first time to be with you. I’ve never loved anyone half as much as I love you and that will never change.”
He looks at you, his forehead creased as doubts still run free inside his head. He purses his lips, then parts them slightly, ready to argue, but you silence him with a gentle finger on them.
“Hush now, “ you whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck, “and kiss me slowly. The night belongs to us.”
▪️ Boy is he romantic. You have a man that will make the most of every holiday and make it cute as fuck. New Years? Valentines? Halloween? Christmas? You already know he has something planned.
▪️ Always remembers your anniversary and your birthday. Always gets you something. Even if you’re the type who doesn’t like receiving gifts (Or extravagant ones) he can’t help but to get you something.
▪️ Loves the look on your face when you smile because of something he does. It sounds simple yes, but hearing you laugh or seeing you brighten up after he makes a joke means everything to him. When you catch him just grinning and staring at you afterward, it’s because his heart is filled with the most warmth and lightness he’s ever experienced.
▪️ Yes, he’s such a shameless romantic. He will say things like ‘you are the reason I smile every day’ or ‘it’s because of you that I am able to fly’ even though you know damn well he can fly because he has wings and not because he loves you.
▪️ He takes way too many pictures and videos of you. It’s like he can’t help himself.
▪️ When you cuddle, he likes to shield you with his wings like they’re a giant blanket. One because it makes you giggle, and two because it separates you both from the rest of the world.
▪️ PDA is no problem with him. He’s not ashamed of it. Although that doesn’t mean he’ll be making out with you on the street or something. Pecks on the lips, cheek kisses, holding hands – that sort of thing is common.
▪️ He’ll often stay awake at night, staring at and watching you. It sounds a bit creepy, yes, but he just can’t get enough of your calm, tranquil expression. Peaceful and in such a soft state. It makes him realize how much he wants to keep you safe.
▪️ He isn’t often a jerk on purpose. He’s very honest with you, but not rudely blunt. No lies. If you get into an argument, chances are it’s because he’s doing something fishy because of his job and legally/ethically can’t tell you. So it seems like he’s lying or doing something suspicious.
▪️ After fights or arguments, since they’re bound to happen, Hawks is the best at both apologizing and making it up to you. He shows up with a basket of chocolates or flowers or stuffed animals and that stupid, sexy grin on his face melts your heart. He frees up all the time in his day and night for you.
▪️ When he wants to get you something special, he goes all out. Expensive jewelry is his go-to, since that’s easy, but he’s also extremely fashionable. He knows what fits you and what looks best on you (Or rather what he’d love to see you in) and will buy it for you. You become known as the fashion couple.
▪️ It’s vital that he keeps you separate from his work. It’s near impossible to do that however, but he tries his hardest. The thought of you getting wrapped up into it, considering how dangerous it is for him currently, terrifies him.
▪️ If Dabi or any villain mentions you at all, whether in passing or as a veiled threat, Hawks immediately shuts it down. There’s clearly no playing around with you. Perhaps his seriousness on the topic is what ends up making you more of a target in the end…
Little Peter and aunt May figuring homework together!! There is too little content about this two and to be honest guys, I need spiderman fluff now more than ever……
@ari-babbles here is your request!! Hope you like it cause I sure loved drawing it!!
Rough day with college Summer course so thought writing some kidlets would help me unwind. Also I may of took a lot of creative liberty with Toshi’s (god its long) because I thought it would be a little more interesting than following the same formula. I hope you enjoy!
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Toshinori Yagi
🥧“W-what do you mean its permanent?!” he cringed at how his voice cracked at the beginning of his sentence. Though he knew it wasn’t anything he could help it didn’t change the fact that it was just plain embarrassing. How did he get himself stuck in such a situation anyway? I mean it really wasn’t his fault that he jumped in to help those civilians, right? Aizawa was not looking pleased though “face it you’re 15 now, and will be until you grow up back to your regular self.” was his blunt response. Toshi ended fainting right there in front of all the pro heroes. You see instead of the 55 year old buff man, or even the skeleton version, that was supposed to be All Might. There was a healthy and lanky teenager with sunflower blonde hair.
🥧Toshi had spent a few days after that conversation hiding in recovery girls office only to be kicked out by said nurse who told him he couldn’t hide in there forever. He kind of wished he could though as he still had no idea how he was going to break all this to his protege, or how he was going to get himself accustomed back into life. Well, little did the former hero know Aizawa already had that second part covered.
🥧“Hello! My names (y/n) and Aizawa sensei is having me help you out with getting used to living in the dorms, and getting you back into school life.” there he was struggling to hold up the gym uniform pants he was wearing while this cute student just waltz right up to him and started talking. Wait, did he just say cute? Crap the hormones were kicking in. “o-oh hi. Um im Toshinori Yagi.” you idiot! Aizawa sent them so of course they already know who you are! He felt like crawling into a hole and just dying at his awkwardness, but thank god you didn’t seem to notice his obvious discomfort. Maybe he won’t make too big a fool of himself.
🥧He was wrong! Being a teenager sucks, and he hopes the villain who did this to him pays! You were definitely a huge help in his adjustment though! You helped him explain the situation to izuku, and fabricate a good enough lie to tell class 1-A so no one would be confused when a random teen showed up in the dorms (and it wasn’t like he could disappear in the background after all). You and Izuku even helped him pick out a new wardrobe, and he swore his student noticed his blushing face when Toshi looked at you but just didn’t say anything. It also didnt help that he kept having dreams of marrying you. Being a teen again really sucked.
🥧The two of you were having lunch at a nearby cafe, you opting to take the blame if you two got caught off campus. He had traced the rim of his teacup for the upteenth time while he was sitting with you. Why did teens always have to feel so awkward? “So how have you been?” It was a simple question, but his heart was beating a mile a minute anyway. “Ive been great actually. Izuku has been showing me what kids these days are interested in so I wont make too big a fool out of myself.” he could only laugh awkwardly at the end. “Hey that’s great! Soon you won’t need me, and you can back to your life like no one’s business.” you had picked up one of the small pastries and nibbled on it, or what was left of the pastries as he did shove three in his mouth the moment they were set down (seems his sweet tooth has returned). “Well we dont have to stop hanging out with one another! I really like being with you after all.” oh god did he just say that, his face was definitely crimson at this point. You just laughed “really? Same here.” his teenage heart almost exploded when he heard that.
With a side of!
Hizashi Yamada
🍋The little blonde boy was swamped in his leather jacket as he looked up with scared eyes at all the scary grown ups surrounding him. While this was just strange for everyone because this was the quietest anyone has ever heard present Mic.
🍋They pretty much just dumped him back home with you, no phone call they just dropped him off. You dont mind of course, but oh my god did you grill them about procedure and how much they endangered your husband’s life! You were a little caught off guard by how quiet he was, hiding behind your leg like a lifeline, but you decided to worry about it later. You had police to torment!
🍋“Hi honey I know this is all so confusing but you’ll be staying with me for a few days, ok?” He stared up at you blankly with those piercing green eyes. Did he not understand you? He then slowly nodded. You found his behavior strange, but it made you think back to the things that Aizawa had told you about Hizashis childhood. Hizashi never told you personally but as his significant other Aizawa felt you deserved to know. Many of the foster homes he was put into had done many extreme things to keep him from talking, a few even gagging him. Seeing this child being the aftermath of that made your blood boil, it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t control his quirk after all! You decided to make this the best dang day this kid ever had!
🍋Well you tried. Not even a few hours in and Hizashi had tried to get a drink by himself but ended up dropping the glass when he tried to get it from the cupboard, and this caused him to start crying. With his quirk full blast. So you spent a full thirty minutes covering the child’s tiny ears in order to keep them safe from the harsh noise. Though once it was all over your poor ears were not spared. Poor Hizashi had felt bad and even started patting your cheek with a saddened expression in some sort of apology. “Its ok sweetheart i’ll be fine.”
🍋The next morning couldn’t come any faster. Once again you were wrapped snuggly in your husband’s arms, his heartbeat by your eye for you to listen. “Hey babe you up?” his voice pierced through the silent room, you just hummed in response. Not wanting to get up yet. “Look about yesterday im sorry. You didn’t need to get your eardrums busted in order to protect mine.” You could feel his hand through your hair, and his mustache tickled your cheek. “Its fine Hizashi. You know I would do anything for you after all.”
Relationship headcanons with Aizawa, Present Mic, and All Might
Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)
He is the kind of person that is more laid back about being in a relationship as to some people when they get into one. It’s not obvious at least.
He isn’t very public about it, whether it be out of fear of what harm it could bring or just wanting privacy is unknown.
Behind closed doors, he is pretty affectionate. A more quiet affectionate, but still affectionate.
He adores it when him and his s/o can just sit in quiet and relax. From cuddling on the couch, to taking a shower together, to even just sitting near each other, he loves it so much to be able to be near someone he cared for so much.
Mornings are usually filled with slow starts or his s/o trying to coax him out of bed to make some breakfast.
Late night chats are more common than what people think. Sitting outside with some blankets and tea, endulging in deep conversations are a weekly occurrence.
Cat cafe visits are a common occurrence as well.
Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)
Lots of late night dates. Clubs, bars, you name it.
Hair routines are long, mostly due to Hizashi’s preferred style for his “hero look”. However, when he isn’t getting suited up for work or hero business, he typically pulls it back into a bun.
Lots of cuddles. This man is needy.
Pda is a promise. Depending on his s/o, he will do anything from hand holding, kisses, to even more extreme pda levels.
Missing jackets become more common when he is with his s/o. Often times he arrives a little late if he can’t find it or is trying to get his jacket back.
Loves to play with his s/o’s hair and have his hair messed with. It’s relaxing for him
Late movie or game nights at least once a week. Hizashi likes to kill time before his late radio show and sitting and doing nothing doesn’t help.
Toshinori Yagi (All Might)
He’s a good mix between Aizawa and Hizashi. He isn’t super public from not wanting additional attention, but he isn’t afraid to include his s/o in things he do.
Mornings will include sitting across from eachother at the dining room table, drinking tea, hand in hand while toshi either grades papers or reads, and his s/o doing whatever.
Toshi is a pretty stressed person. When he gets home, his s/o will typically do whatever he needs to calm down and relax. (Shoulder rubs, messing with his hair, cuddles, ect.)
He enjoys sitting on the couch with his s/o, sharing a blanket, over a cup of tea (or whatever desired drink), and just have a good night.
He loves kisses. Any time he can get one in he will.
In his All Might form, he loves to hold his s/o close, seeing as to he actually can in this form. He wants to give his s/o a taste of being pampered like he wishes to pamper them.
He loves it when his s/o will wear his shirts. It’s something small, but he likes to see them in something of his. It’s a kind of satisfaction element to it, making him feel he can at least do that for them.
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