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cruel summer universe 

✧ i. cruel summer | 4.5k fluff

Tradition dictates that your friends visit the lake during the first day of summer. Tradition does not dictate that you go skinny dipping with Gojo Satoru, but you do anyways.

✧ ii. relief from the heat | 2k fluff

Gojo has had better ideas than putting all of your friends together in one house, but at least you have a pool. 

✧ extra. daylight | 600 fluff 

Ice cream sundaes and daydreams. 

✧ extra. never worse but never better | 400 fluff

A dare taken too seriously. 

#re: cruel summer | miscellaneous thoughts 

Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.

You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head,  but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.

The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.

As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart,  hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.

Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.

your sweet spring sunshine.

You woke up to something soft, tickling your nose. At first, you tried swatting it away, but the feeling persisted. With a groan and finally accepting the fact that you were now awake, you opened your eyes to find the culprit who dared disturbed the sweet embrace of sleep.

You find a lil baby feather nestled in the sheets near your face and almost instantly all your irritation melts away.

You reach up to fiddle with the crimson culprit, relishing in how it glides between the tips of your fingers. You're always in a bit of awe at how these fluffly feathers could also turn into a weapon at a moment's notice. But to you, they were a symbol of warmth and love.

Unbeknownst to you, Keigo gazes at this scene with a soft smile of his own. Never did he think he'd be able to witness a small piece of heaven, just inches away from him. And although he wanted to bask in the love you bestowed upon his feather, just a bit longer, his quiet coos gave him away.

'traitor,' he thought.

As soon as you heard it, you narrowed your eyes at him, but your lips betrayed your feelings as they twitched upwards,

"Morning love, take a picture, it'll last longer."

And although Keigo flushed at your words, the twinkle in his eyes seemed to get brighter, "Hmm, maybe i should, but what good is a picture when you're right in front of me" as he snuggled closer.

Happy that you could get in some morning cuddles, you missed his feathers sneaking around.

Soon a loud shriek filled the bedroom , as you tried to wiggle away while Keigo's feathers tickled you, showing no mercy.

But as Keigo's giggles accompanied your wails for mercy, you find yourself thinking

You'd have it no other way.

A thud was heard, followed by cursing "KEIGO YOU ASS!!"

truly you'd have it no other way.

"I'M SORRYYYY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BIRDIE!! NO!! PUT THAT PILLOW DOWN!!"

Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.

You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head,  but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.

The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.

As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart,  hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.

Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.

your sweet spring sunshine.

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Goldeneye Down

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's characters/stories))

Pairing: Hawks x reader (quirkless!(gn)reader)

Words: 4.6K

Rating: T+ (canon-typical post-mission shenanigans, so it gets raw, kids.)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, description of injuries/blood, mentions of medical trauma, anxiety, so many tears, mutual pining, HURT/COMFORT, angst with a happy ending

Summary:

If a kiss would fix him, he'd sooner never breathe again. If you knew it would work, you'd surrender your lungs and anything else for his comfort. He hardly gets tender treatment after a fight- and that shows by how tightly he's hugging your waist for dear life. Alternatively: three times you've witnessed your dashing Hawks masking his hurt, until he can't anymore. Each time is worse than the last- until you finally learn that you're the only one who truly asks how he feels after nights like this. Not 'how are your wings' or 'is he stable'... but it's you who takes the time to wipe his face gently with a washcloth: not to rid Hawks of the sweat and grit to make him presentable, but gifting Keigo the chance to feel clean for once.

A/N: Yall, this man is one of my favorite characters on this show, and I have so many writing plans for him-- so apologies for starting right out the gate with angst??? I love him I swear

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The first time you ever saw Hawks shirtless was hardly the stuff fantasies or a perfume advert concocted. He was bandaged across one entire pec, around his middle, and up to his shoulder, after all.

Work as a writer took you to many glamorous locations, but also to the grittiest– recently, hero hospitals when there’s been a close call and you are in for an interview with either a dying hero for their final public wish, or a heartfelt op-ed about a rising sidekick’s latest stand against threat and evil. In either case, you’d wound up at the bedside of a darling rescue agent who’d had an incredible story to share despite their career-ending injuries. 

With a genuine word of thanks and a shared pudding packet, you were leaving the hospital wing in fairly good spirits until your stomach turned in shock at what awaited you in the hallway– a gravely bandaged Hawks standing at the nurse’s station in a half state of dress, locking eyes with you in the first instance where you’d ever caught him off his guard. 

Those gorgeous eyes flashed in nervous panic which melted into boyish charm awfully quickly- standard practice for the secret object of your affections-

“Well gosh, nurse, I thought you’d give a guy a warning if a guardian angel was going to be visiting today… I’d have been decent enough to put a shirt on~!”

It was a detour of hoarse-voiced flirting on his part and masked heartbreak on yours. Seeing the blonde numbed out and paler than you’d ever witnessed him out on the job, your veil of professionalism slipped enough to really see Hawks in this moment… and catch wind of an unaware attendant who slipped the hero’s last name in front of you. 

Said PA immediately recoiled upon seeing you -an extended member of the press- overhear the #2 Pro Hero’s legal name. Though at your insistence that you were here on business that didn’t concern him, Hawks visibly relaxed enough to give you his first name himself the moment the nurse left. 

‘Mr. Takami is far too formal to come outta you; don’t even think about calling me that, dove.’

Keigo Takami truly was a man containing multitudes, but for all the tough talk about how ‘you should have seen the other guy’, you worried about that man you’ve seen now without his gold visor that night when you went home, and wondered if he was sleeping ok with his chest bound like that. 

The next injury sighting took several months of continued text exchanges, private balcony sidebars, and continued endurance of Hawks’ public displays of blatant sweet talking for you to see him less than chipper again.

Your meeting with the HPSC Press Chair was running painfully long, but necessary given the content you were working on publishing for them as side work. It wasn’t doable for you to take on a full-time job with the Hero Commission, but in your philanthropic effort to unite the civilian world with those of high profile heroes, you took on these winded assignments with the promise of a pay bump… as well as a chance to see your darling flyboy. Not that they’d note or care about your budding affections for him. Thankfully, your tight lipped smiles at him were ironclad and his reputation as a charming star preceded him, even to his higher ups so the true feelings never fully sunk in so long as you were mindful.

Pulling a doubletake at your presence in the conference room from the glass windows led Hawks to hang a left inside to quip at you, fully interrupting your meeting despite the scowls he received from the suits lining the table.

“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise~ hey there, lovedove. Aren’t you pretty as a peach today?”

“Hey there, yourself,” you turned to acknowledge him politely, but pointedly fixed on his eye that laid nearly completely blackened and the cheek scraped to a raw red.  “--aren’t you looking- purple.”

Hawks being sufficiently threatened to report elsewhere didn’t stop him from throwing you a dismissive wink and a smirk at your subtle worry,

 “Oh this? Nah, it’ll fade. I could use the blush anyway~ it’ll save me a trip for photos tomorrow!”

That charming show of optimism wasn’t a surprise as you turned back to your grumpily apologetic managers, though you never did quite forget how Keigo stayed in the entryway soaking in even your curt ending of the conversation. He had to be practically ushered out by some fellow training officers for him to go on his merry way. Your inspection of him had been lightning quick, and you were nearly certain he was black and blue in more places than his face judging by how he sidestepped out the door.

Would he ever take his pain seriously? Under all that swagger, you certainly hoped so. Or else you hoped someone would make a fuss over him. 

Hawks shows on your patio at 12:30 in the morning one day, knocking silly on your side door. It’s been weeks since you wrote another touching piece for the HPCS’s statement on civic protection, and too long since he’s taken a rooftop stroll with you. Hell, far too long that he's had you close. Keeping you at his side, tucked under his towering wing, shielding you from the night winds, peppering each other with soft-spoken words and some stolen kisses he swears mean more to him than a move ‘just for luck’. 

Hawks knocks three times... huffing. He glanced towards the ground, tucking what's left of his wings further in with a wince. He knocks four more times, each more insistent than the last, but mindful of the noise. He even shushes himself in the delirium, canvassing your living room for signs of life.

Your oven light was still on, suggesting you hadn't gone through your full nighttime shutdown yet. That single light bulb in your kitchen appeared to double the more he stared, and tried to blink the unease away. Shit. He's really in no condition to fly. The sidewalk below your floor takes his attention again at the cry he hears. The sound is only cat this time, but still makes him oh-so nervous.

Hawks moans his impatience coupled by the searing pain, begging you to come notice him at the sliding glass. He drops his head damp with sweat to the window (intent to apologize for it later) and just bangs on the window like the desperate man he is.

"Please be up, please be up, please..."

When he opens his eyes briefly, he sees a shadow before him approaching. You'd flicked on more light in your living room and were jogging up to the window with shock brightening your features to total wakefulness. He's never been happier to see you so panicked.

Your confusion is palpable behind the door as you push the blind’s interior locking rod aside and flip up the lock, sliding it-- and Hawks-- along with you.

"Who-ooah!! Hawks??" You whisper-scream.

Stumbling aside, he grips his still bleeding hip and winces at what that move causes for his back. Eyes screwed shut, he can't even quite manage a suave, sweet greeting; he merely sighs your name as an answer to prayer.

You take in this poor, disheveled shell of a hero as he looks every bit like he's come from a dogfight. Not only were his wings sparse and bony from overuse, but his left wing was seizing up and stunted at a poor angle you knew wasn't natural.

oh my God, those poor wings… You collected him up with ready arms- gingerly guiding inside through the center of the patio, wary of bumping either's span of the door. 

"carefulcarefulcareful–"

"eh, it’ll-- nnngh!!" Hawks doubled over-thankfully right into you- "I got'kicked in the back-- right under...ahhhh~ "

Not only that, but despite the blackness of his under armour and gloves, you noted now by movement and smell that he was bleeding elsewhere. Besides the hobble, he sports a busted cheekbone and lip– which he likely bit himself.

This was a hard state to see him in and truly frightened you by the blood loss alone. Worse than any other time you’d seen him after a mission by far.

Primal, parental  instincts filled you and spilled out before you could stop yourself.

"Honey, we gotta get you to Dagoba General; it's closest--"

"I can't-" Hawks stopped you with a vice grip on your wrist while he hobbled along, "s'too public."

-Not allowed, even in an emergency. This you remembered from his earlier run through of policies about heroes needing medical attention; where in the city he could go, how it should be handled privately, and out of civilian's eyes.

"oh shit-- well, how bout the hero hospital, the one by that high school? Can't you call- or I can call! Let me-"

"No~" hawks moaned miserably. "I jus' gotta sit."

“Aren’t you -uh- supposed to have your legs up? You can lay back, it’s ok,” you try to guide him, but he only wavers- set on sitting up. His still-sure sights canvassing the room tells you he’s in a protective, alert headspace here in new surroundings. He might need more direction from you to break this..

"Hawks-- this is beyond what I can do,” You tried to reason with him, grappling a random throw blanket semi draped on the couch before he could sit down. “I told you I worked in refugee centers, I only know basic first aid- but this is more than I can help you, honey! They can get you fluids, a transfusion if you need it, pain meds stronger than what I have from the corner store if you’d just- where's your phone, I can call for an ambulan-"

Hawks fired up right away-

"NO!!" He begged, "no- they, they can't.. I don't wan'.."

Helping him sit, you knelt carefully trying to hear through his clear pain-rattled rant.

You assume he doesn't want the trouble of an ambulance or worry it wouldn't get here in time- which scares you more is debatable.

"We’re working against time here, hot stuff.." you tried for levity, caressing his hand. While he took it shakily, he bit his groan back.

He looked at you seriously, but pouted back in a way you'd normally giggle at, "No 'wee-woos'."

"I know you don't want ‘wee-woos’, but I think we're past that now." 

You cup Hawks’ cheek which successfully transfixes his attention right on your face, while you blindly try his jacket's inner pocket for his phone- closer than yours that’s clear in the back bedroom on your charger, 

"Look, I'll even talk for ya, okay? You don’t have to explain a thing about what happened tonight. Let's just get you help-"

"NO!! I can't hav' 'em find you here!"

His outburst startled you so you pulled back from his jacket entirely- at a true loss, "Can’t have who find me?"

"I won' let 'em," Hawks shook his head, pressing into his side, "I-- they don' know I'm here- they can' see only the pinpoint. Not ell'vation. Ahh. Don't wan'em know.. where you live, f’they don’ already."

You fought to keep up. He's clearly distressed- but you're surprised it's by the thought over your residence being found out. Who would be upset at the fact of him being here enough to have him shaken from even emergency services finding out?

Then you realize, he’s on the clock. He’s gotten hurt at work, and he’s not patrolling anymore. ‘The asset is damaged,’ and he’s laying low effectively out of sight.

"Your.. what, your bosses? Is that what you're worried about right now?"

Hawks was fighting for some deeper breaths. Some old instincts finally kicking in, he’s pushing air out forcefully though his lips in a decent try to slow himself down. He knows you know that much– how his work is essentially divvied into two piles: the stuff you hear about on the news, and the stuff you don't. The HPSC handles both, but primarily involves him in one. Thankfully, he knows you're quick enough to know tonight is a night of the latter and one that you know you shouldn't ask too much more of, despite your clear desire for understanding. 

But he’s bleeding on your sofa and he is about to damn near break or bleed out and you feel drawn to his heart and feel a selfish urge to know.

"I don't understand- why, ... why come here if you were worried, Kei?"

"I was.. close,” he offered with some huffs again.

That answer felt too loaded, but you were too groggy yourself to reason with such a clammy man dealing with who knows how much blood loss.

He forced as much clarity to his vision as he could, while watching you get up to close the patio door up. You shut the blinds for good measure too before debating whether to run back to the bathroom and  grab what gauze and antiseptics you had. For both the sake of time and to keep the poor man from following you throughout the apartment like you knew he’d try to do, you settled on wetting a few washcloths by the sink and came back to him.

"Your fight was close to here?" You kept him in the moment while attempting to get off his coat. He sat forward to help in this, but his eyes shut hard as it forced his shoulder blades together, to feed the gap over the wings.

Through steeled grunts he manages it, then strangles out the basics for you, "Y-yeah.. small.. weap'n traffic ring. But we had intel they'd.. Had a hit out on’the magistrate."

You set the bloodied jacket to the ground- torn between looking at his pained face and getting a look at the hip he was leaning into.

"They hadda few tough quirk users," Hawks gritted, separating his hand at your insistence. The shirt peeling back sticky was the least of his worries when you laid the wet washcloth at his side, "one had blades for legs, n’the other had a kind of whip-AHH!!"

Only water, but it burned like hell. Burned through the mess he'd made of himself. Proof he'd been sent in there outmatched-- 5 to 1 so he says, but even for the #2 Hero, the odds were stacked against him for a covert attack. You whispered a gentle apology over the sting.

You hated hearing the challenge and clear surprise of the incident that caused this version of your hero to be brought to the surface, knocking on your door like a kid trying to sneak back into the house in the middle of the night.

"So they nicked you here– and your back?" You asked gently, "Anywhere else?"

"They were gonna take out the block--"

You heard the panic rise in him again, the tremor in voice and wings.

"Haw-.. Keigo."

"They were gonna-- they didn't even know you lived up here.. you of all people.. but they were gonna do it. I had- said I hadta stop em, whatever it took.."

You set the first soiled cloth aside, centered between his spread knees, and cupped his face in both hands now. He's trembling all over and pulse is going wild under your fingers. He locked onto your necklace- avoiding your eyes in anger, guilt, and a messy, gnarled ball of exhaustion while you cleaned his face.

It wasn’t clinically necessary, but you wanted to.

 "But you stopped them," you reminded, "You said you got 'em, right?"

Something flitted across his face that looked hollow- like a younger side of Keigo Takami was looking for help finishing his thoughts. Like he was reverting to a shadow self that was about to cry just feeling you cool down his neck with the clean side of a washcloth.

"I got em." He barely whispered, new frustrated tears flooding his eyes and forcing his brows together. "I did it. I did-- what they wanted me to."

The way he says it is not a victory. It's guilty, not even proud in a sense of justice. It was forced; not unlike a militant following orders.

"The safety commission, keeping folks safe at all costs," you answered for him, forcing his eyes to blink at the name. What crimson feather remained ebbed and rustled on impulse.

Suddenly, he frowned down at his own hands, suddenly wrenching himself free of his damp, tainted gloves, like they were burning him alive the longer they stayed on his fingers. 

"Cost them," Hawks croaked, "Wanted t’take ‘em in, make them pay the way we always do. But then they said they're taking the block out- and I couldn't let em- I couldn't let them get you or anyone else--I shoulda felt like a damn hero they say I am."

Hawks shook his head pathetically, nearly collapsing forward at the feel of you raking his bangs back, before he sobbed,

"but I didn't want to. They begged. Couldn’a run when they knew they couldn't win, so they begged. I don't wanna do it this way, don't want it to come to this. I can't keep ending it all just because I can!! I’m no–"

Hawks wipes harshly at his eyes with the heel of his palm, his anger at a tipping point.

Your heart sobers and breaks altogether. He's confessing to you because he knows this whole ordeal is going to be painted so differently by the media in the morning. Heroes have to make impossible calls- and you know his handlers don't make it easier on him when it comes to completing these covert assignments. They’ve essentially given him a license none others do- allowances that dance in the world of grey.

Hawks and heroes like him have been granted permission to take lethal measures. But it’s a grim, fell thought that when you’re in the moment- the choice to kill or stay in your armed hands. The pressure is bound to weigh anyone, make them crack and doubt their sensibilities.

Any bystander would call Hawks heroic for saving more lives than taking them- but fear is what forces him to kill. Fear of loss, of the catastrophic unknown that he continues to fight for faster and faster. 

You leveled with Hawks’ sightline, forcing terrified eyes to yours. While the sight of this confident man worn down grieved you, schooling your face and brows to be strong was an easy ask when he needed you.

"I know you didn't,” you affirmed all he said, “You were so brave, Keigo. You were really brave, no matter what. No matter how these fights end. You always are brave."

Keigo listens and heaves an ungodly sound at your words. 

Suddenly, he's pulling you close and crying into your chest and you meet him all the way. You lock your grasp around his shoulders gingerly at first afraid to hold too tight. Cradling his head to you and hushing him seems to work for now, since he’s able to speak again after more schooled breaths. 

But this reaction from him is far from assured; he’s afraid. Unheard. And it seems with you, he can finally air these harsh truths without outside ears listening in stopping his tongue.

"They don't care how hard it is. They don't care. They just push and push and push me, and 'm tired and it hurts!!"

All you can do is hold him.

"I know, baby,” you barely speak, “I know it does, I know it hurts..."

“It always hurts,” he sobs, “It does every time. When you saw me and you looked at me, and you asked me if it hurt, I lied because I had to. But shit, this hurts…”

Hawks’ heated hands grasp at you: the contour of your body is the altar he's kneeling at- from this very spot of your couch. He's wailing now- half in pain, half in misery of being failed over and over again and only now -in secret- ever receiving someone to listen in return. The sound barely makes noise as its buried in your middle, but it rocks you where you kneel up straight to keep him close.

You let him grieve and hold space for every bit of it. He's never once been this vulnerable with another soul in his life, you’re convinced, and he sounds just so grateful to have your hands on his. Grounding. Giving him relief he's been starving for since you first paid attention to him across that crime scene where you first met.

Once he began mimicking your pronounced breathing he finally starts to feel more calm. 

To give him air, you robbed one hand from around him in order to push back some hair from his face and check his temperature. He could actually feel how cool your hands were once he started getting color into his face from his spot at your chest. Drained and pliant, he mumbles something at your sternum, and you ask him to repeat it gently,

“Hands’re cold,” he whispers.

“Oh, m’sorry.”

“No,” he shuts his eyes. "Feels good. You feel so good. The other docs, they're just so-- clinical.. They don't- they aren't gentle. No one feels as good as you do.”

Softness seeps from the very pit of you. What you won’t give to protect this hero now. 

You see a slumped pillow at his side and think to use it as a bolster until his back spasms lessen.

"Here, babe. Let's get one of these behind you. You can lay back a bit-"

Hawks chips his chin up to you, a bat of his eyes pleading, ‘don’t go’.

It’s official: you love him.

"I won't go,” you coo down to him, “I won't make you get up. I'll be here. Right here." 

You kiss that hot, flushed forehead, and he wants to crumble again by the way you hear him swallow. 

“I-” Hawks tries to recover from his overwhelm, "...I need you..."

Your answer would never deny him, "What do you need, pretty bird."

"Need you– hold on t'me." Hawks nuzzles your neck in relief.

"I've got you. I've got you this time. You always have everyone else; now I have you."

This is the way you’d keep him, if he were all yours. After a day of things he’d rather forget, you’d replace them all with kind words and soothing touches that settle his restlessness. To his nature that never stops moving, you’d make it your mission to bring some stillness and comfort to the forefront of his burdened mind.

While you’d love for reality to keep on pause, a flash of movement at the window gave you hope rather than alarm, 

“Hey, Kei. Lookie there. You've got a little pile waiting for you~” you nod back to the patio, catching some blips of red near the unobscured vertical blinds. “Would having them back on you help? Make you feel more steady?"

Interest piqued, Hawks sounds pleasantly surprised seeing them with his own eyes. 

"Ah. Yeah."

"Wanna rinse off, too? You can; use my shower, get yourself a lil more fresh?” the offer is true and comes from you easily. Happy to offer whatever healing measures possible to him while you wipe away leftover tears from a set of perfectly golden eyes. “I can’t promise I have something that fits you super well, but let’s see what I got.”

You knew the hot water would likely sting his wound, but would also buy him more time before he's  ready to fly again and go get checked out more formally.

Still wilty, Hawks gives a comical grimace in the face.  “I’d sure hate t’bleed all over your stuff.”

“Stuff can be washed; there’s only one you.”

And at this, he finally looks back up to you like the Keigo you know and sinks at the idea, giving in to the tempting idea. He nods. Any trace of boiled over bitterness in his aura has faded to a low simmer, and has left a warm, comfortable, gorgeous-looking man to peer up at you. 

You help him up, open the door once more, and Hawks is able to stand a bit better on his own now with a wingspan full of settling feathers preening themselves into place. Once face to face, he finds his hands are still seeking out your waist, and his face furrows– unwilling to let go fully of his personal painkiller.

You still his hesitation with a mouth’s warm press to his cheek followed by a gentle kiss on the lips. His palms go lax and a moan leaves him softly.

“I'll hold you all you want when you get out,” you whisper gently to him. “No funny business, I promise. Yeah?"

As if he held any true worries. 

"Wouldn’t ever mind if you did, dove. But yeah– I’d like that."

With another lingering kiss, you do your utmost to take things as quickly as he can manage for the sake of getting him to rest quickly… but by the way Hawks eyes you from all your puttering about the apartment, he holds no urgency or rush. To the contrary, he's happy going slow and steady while he’s with you. 

His hand catches yours any chance he gets until he’s ultimately able to lay his head to rest on you at the first idle moment of the evening. Its in these, the wee morning hours, that he’s eager now to remember this as the first night you got to help him heal and not just recover.

"You sure you aren't rushing it?" the slight worry tinges your sleepy morning voice in just the next few waking hours. All you both had was a glorified nap given his late arrival.

The song of your concern obviously pleases your loving company, as the edges of Hawks’ eyes crinkle at your worry. 

"I gotta report in by six. I'll stop at my place, change before I go in, heat up something to eat. And I’ll text you when I get there."

The checklist of answers is sweet and characteristically Hawks, but you hope Keigo hasn’t checked out of your bubble yet.

"Okay. But.. take some time if you can. Come see me if you still need me."

A noticeable fondness settles across Hawks’ devilishly handsome smile, and comes over to cup your face for another coffee-masked kiss. 

"I always need you.” Thank you. For everything. "I'll see you soon." I love you.

"See you soon." I love you too.

Weeks pass with Hawks’ semi-regular visits to the apartment, holding you in the kitchen like the lovesick boy he is at heart. ‘Talking work’ he claims, when his higher ups ask him about the delays, but he’s more inclined to slack and slip into far more personal matters as he guides you over back towards the barstools and sits back on one.

A curious mind makes you question why he's pushing the limits of his absence until he pulls you in to completely become flush with him and realize he wants your attention before anyone else’s. He sinks in how you set your hands on his shoulders, smiling like a sweet dope, looking up at you while you check him over.

You know he’s tired from a day on patrol in full sun, but the faint burn across his cheeks doesn’t seem altogether too painful. Just needs a decent aloe blend. Still, you ask as you always do, 

“How you feelin’, pretty bird?”

And he truly answers honestly now, no bravado for handlers to scoff at or bystanders to placate:

“Better now.”

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It Goes Both Ways

Keigo Takami x reader

~ Keigo swears he never gets sick. But when he comes home from patrol with a bit more than a sniffle you call him out.

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: Keigo not being good at accepting help from others, feelings, a few tears, happy ending, sickness.

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist On my welcome page.

For a hero known for his speed, Keigo is certainly running late today.

Him being a few minutes late usually wouldn't bother you, but with date night reservations just over an hour away, you hope he hurries up. After all, you know how much time he takes getting ready in the bathroom.

Tonight's date, in particular, is very special; the two of you signed up for a private cooking class with a Michelin star chef Keigo has been gushing about for months. Every time he mentions eating at her restaurant, his wings flap in anticipation at the chance to try her food once again.

He's not the only one excited; after binge-watching a few of her cooking shows, you can hardly wait for this very tasty date night.

There hasn't been anything crazy today on the news, so you are wondering why it is taking him so long to get home, especially since he has been nonstop talking about the lesson all week long. Honestly, if he calls you a Poussin (a young chicken) one more time, you might make him sleep on the couch tonight.

You pace back and forth in your shared apartment, occasionally glancing out the window for any sign of the Red-Winged Hero. Finding only the familiar sight of the cars below stuck in the usual rush hour traffic. 

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table behind you with a message from him

Sorry I'm running a bit behind schedule today, Angel; it's been a weird day. I'll be home in just a few. Can't wait to make something tasty with you <3

His cheesy message makes you smile, but you hate it when he texts and flies; you'll have to scold him about it once he has his feet on solid ground. 

Turning your attention back to the window, you spot a blur of red swooping toward the balcony. Keigo's wings outstretched, getting closer and closer to you. Suddenly his whole body seems to jerk roughly to the side in mid-air, almost crashing into your freshly cleaned windows.

You'd laugh if you weren't so worried about him.

He lands safely on the terrace, and you breathe a sigh of relief. He moves slowly towards the door, moving as if every one of his muscles is sore and knotted.

You watch him push open the double doors, stopping in his tracks when he notices you watching him. An embarrassed look on his handsome face. "Heh, you uh saw that. Didn't you?" 

"I did," you nod, "what happened on that landing? You ask, stepping a bit closer to him, Keigo may be one of the most beautiful people you know, but you can safely say that today he looks rough…

His fair skin looks visibly paler, and his unusually droopy eyes are empathized by some very dark circles you don't remember seeing this morning. Paring all that with slight shivering, he desperately is trying to hide you come to one conclusion. 

Keigo is sick…

He laughs off your concerns; the sound sounds much more stuffy than usual. "Allergies, all this pollen in the air makes me sneeze. One second I'm great, and the next, I throw myself off course. You know how sensitive these wings can be."

"So it's just the pollen?" you ask skeptically. "You don't look too good."

"Ouch," he winces playfully, his golden gaze looking just a bit foggy as he winks at you. "I guess that means I better start getting ready for our date then. I gotta make my little Poussin swoon tonight."

He flashes you that magazine-cover smile and turns towards the bedroom. It takes one step to send him off balance, he stumbles slightly, and his hand reaches out, gripping the back of the couch so that he can study himself.

Allergies, my ass. He's not being honest with you. "Kei?" you rush towards him to make sure he hasn't hurt himself; your wide eyes and downturned mouth tell him that you don't believe his excuses for a second.

"It's nothing; just tired that once I get me a cup of coffee for the road, I'll feel much more alive," he lies, looking so, so ashamed. 

Keigo has never liked showing his vulnerabilities, even to you. To tell you the truth, he feels like shit. 

But if he were to say it, how would you respond?

Tonight is supposed to be special; he will not ruin it.

"Yeah…no, we're not going anywhere tonight. "You say sternly, your voice loud and lips pursed, but your eyes shine with tender care and compassion. At this moment, you don't give a damn about the cooking class, or anything else for that matter; Keigo needs you. "Obviously, you're sick."

"What? Come on, Angel. It's not like I have the bird flu." he says, laughing at his own joke. This proves to be a mistake that sends him into a fit of coughing that shakes your poor Hero down to the tips of his feathers.

"Was the pun really worth it, Birdie?" you ask, reaching over to gently scratch his back with the tips of your fingers.

"Absolutely," he sighs, relaxing under your touch. "But I promise, we can still go. It's just a little cold. I can take some medicine, and we can be on our way."

The heaviness in your chest intensifies at his words. He doesn't seem to care about his own well-being at all; he looks miserable but still wants to go to make you happy. 

"Keigo," you say softly, looking directly into his glassy eyes, "We are staying here tonight. And I am going to take care of you, 

"But you can't," he blinks, taking a nervous step away from you, "It's not right; I should be the one who takes care of you."

"It goes both ways, Keigo," you say, once again closing the space between you. Your eyes become glassy with the heart-wrenching emotion you are feeling for your Hero. "I love you, and I want to make you feel better. Will you please let me help you?"

Between your pleading, sincerity, and tearful gaze, something clicks in Keigo's mind. 

He's not alone…

You want to help him…

As a lone tear trickles down his perfect cheekbones, he relents. "I-I don't feel that great. I think I want to lie down."

He's cooperating; it's enough to make your chest swell with pride as he wraps his arms around you. "Thank you for telling me, Keigo; what doesn't feel good?"

"My stomach, my head, all over, really." he sighs, giving you a little smile, "I guess I'm really falling apart on you?"

"Nothing we can't handle," You giggle, placing your lips on his forehead.

Your poor Birdie, He's burning up. 

"How about you go and change out of your uniform, and I'll bring a few things into our room," you say, already making a mental list of everything you need to grab for him. Pills, tissues, compresses. 

"T-thank you," he rasps, "I love you so much." 

It takes a bit more coaxing to get him to leave the comfort of your embrace, but once he and his droopy wings disappear behind the bedroom door, you get to work canceling the cooking class, grabbing thermometers, medicine, hydration packets, tissues, and anything else your Bird Boy might need in his recovery process. 

Your arms are overflowing with goods, and just for a moment, the thought passes your mind that you're going a bit overboard. But Keigo deserves to be pampered, and so, you open the door with your foot.

Keigo is already tucked under a mountain of blankets when you walk in; his wings are pressed tensely against his back. You have never seen him look so small in your life. The visual tugs at your heartstrings as you begin to unload your haul. 

"Do you feel a bit more comfortable?" you ask, handing him three tabs of gel ibuprofen. And a glass of chilled water. He takes the pills eagerly, swallowing them down with one gulp of water.

"Thank you," he exhales, placing the glass on the nightstand with a shaky hand, "I'm feeling a bit better."

"I'm glad," you beam, folding a washcloth and dipping it into a bowl of cold water, hoping that you can help reduce his temperature a bit before he goes to sleep. "I brought you a lot of things, so if you need anything at all, let me know."

"M' sorry about our date; I really wanted to do something special with you," he murmurs as you place the cold compress on his feverish forehead. 

"Nothing to worry about," you hum, brushing a few strands of damp hair out of his face, "I get to spend a whole night at your side; that sounds pretty special to me."

Something akin to a whine slips past his lips as he grabs your hand, bringing it down onto the fluffy sheets. "You're too sweet to me sometimes," 

"You'd do the same for me." you say honestly, "Probably more."

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Are you feeling up to making requests now, Kei?" you tease, the comment making the both of you chuckle as one of his feathers weakly brushes against your cheek.

"Just one, can you stay with me?" his voice is hesitant and small, almost as if he is a child asking a parent to check his closet for monsters after a nightmare. How could you possibly say no to him?

"Is that all?" you ask, lying down on the bed next to him. 

"For now," he smiles, giving your hand a squeeze. "I just want to hold you for a bit." 

How could you refuse?

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cw: hurt/comfort, a slow sleepy fic, good for bedtime<3, dreamy/woozy paced, wc is 800.

you lay facing the window, a yellow hue from his lamp that's casting over you. a striking contrast with the huge window only showing darkness with the accents of the yellow street lamps, giving light to the dead roads.

erens arms are wrapped around you loosely, you stare out the window bored-eyed as the black hoodie you are wearing -his black hoodie- warms you up along with the oven behind you. you just stare. just stare out the window, not necessarily waiting for anything to happen, it'd be nice for a car to pass now but at this hour nothing happens.

you sigh and turn over to see eren whose eyes were now locked on you, a comforting smile tugs on his lips as he sees you. his hand moves up and down your back as he whispers softly "what do you wanna do baby, is there anything you need?" you stare again for a minute, thinking, deciding that you needed to just wash it all off

"um" your voice strains as you haven't spoken in the past hour, trying again this time a lot smoother "i wanna shower" you say, he nods and picks you up, leading you to the connecting shower where he places you on the short bathroom counter. the granite is cold against your exposed legs but the feeling of frozenness is nice, like standing in front of the freezer on a hot day.

your eyes close as a way to flinch -your body too tired to make that sorta movement- as the shower turns on, eren closes the glass door and you start undressing yourself.

your body feels like nothing, you can't even sense embarrassment as eren looks at you, probably because he doesn't feel anything of that sort when he looks at you, just love.

he moves towards the door to leave you to it but you speak up "eren?" he stops immediately and turns with his eyebrows raised, waiting for your response

"can you come in with me?" you ask softly, almost as if you're afraid of rejection but he smiles and strips his black hoodie off of himself, and walks over to you once he is naked

once you two are in the hot shower, steam rises up on the glass doors as the boiling waters ricochet against the tan granite tile. as you watch the water flow through everything you feel a jelly, soft smelling scent on your hair. erens hands move across your scalp as he massages the shampoo deeper into your roots, you close your eyes as you feel your sore neck start to feel just a little better.

once you rinse the soapy mixture out of your hair he pumps the conditioner and adds the batter into your hair to let it sit. meanwhile, he grabs the black loofah and squirts the body wash that smells just like him all over before slowly rubbing it onto your skin.

you close your eyes as he goes over your neck, breasts, stomach, thighs, and back up to your arms. your back was flush against his stomach so once you rinse the conditioner and body wash off you move over to him wear you pump shampoo in your hand

he smiles as he tilts his head down so you can rub the jelly into his hair where it foams up immediately, you didn't notice a goofy smile on your face but once he looked up, he did. he moved down to kiss you, his lips moving slowly against yours as you sink into the kiss. after washing the shampoo out and adding conditioner you grabbed the same black loofah and smeared that body wash over it before dragging it over his body.

you reached around to his back but he leaned forward to trap you in a hug where he kiss your head and stood there together for a couple of minutes.

once you both were clean you walked out of the steaming mess of a shower and got wrapped in a towel by eren, picked up, and left you on the counter again as he went out to grab your clothes as his towel hung low.

he moved another hoodie over your frame and slide one of his shorts over you, tying them up in a bow as you hop off the counter he grins with a slight blush on how the hoodie fell all over you with it being too big. he called you adorable and grabbed the brush and started brushing your hair.

once he was ready he scooped you up and laid down in bed with you, turning off the yellow lamp and swinging an arm around as you had nothing else to look at except the ghost road with the yellow street lamps

you watch with your eyes becoming droopy, watching it with that numbing feeling in you still, when you saw a car speed past that dead road.

an: heyyy shawtyyy!!! here's a little comfort fic for you guys <3 i really liked writing this, is was very soothing to write, especially while listening to ambient dream core music lmao. anywayy, i hoped you enjoyed! mwah! ily stay safe <3

quiet whispers

feat — nanami kento

content & warnings — smut, nsfw content, fluff, nanami being head over heels for you <3

a/n — didn’t really like this, but we ball

you lay down on his bed, arms splayed beside your head. nanami glances down at you and takes in the sight of your messy, unravelled state; the aftermath of the passionate make out session that had just occured mere moments ago.  flushed cheeks, watery eyes, messy hair that scattered everywhere in beautiful ripples. your clothes were crumpled, and your heaving chest was inches away from being revealed to the ex-salary man above you.

nanami breathes in a sharp inhale, and slowly unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt. his glasses had been long discarded, as well as his tie and beige overcoat, “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this, y/n” 

you sent him a soft smile, which made the man’s insides churn. a feeling unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.. “me too, kento.” 

he smiled back at you, a hidden warmth in his eyes slowly being unconcealed. when was the last time he’s ever felt this strongly for a person? has he ever?  

he tucks your hair behind your ear and then cups your face. you couldn’t help but lean into his comforting warmth, a touch so innocent and intimate, making your heart race even quicker. he could see the plea in your doe eyes and leaned forward for a gentle kiss. 

the kiss quickly escalated from that of a fairytale, to something much more primal and passionate. the pace of the kiss quickened and you couldn’t help but whimper as he prod his tongue atop your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

naturally, your body complied and the heated kiss escelated to the discarding of clothes. he unbuttoned and removed your shirt, in which revealed a cute, pink, lacy bra. a slight red tinge appeared on his cheeks and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle. he averted his gaze, and then made eye contact with you, “do you want this? i can stop if you want me to stop.”

“ever the gentleman, aren’t you?” still giggling, reaching your hand to his larger hand, intertwining them which sends another wave of warmth to his heart, “we’re already this far, and well, of course i want this. i don’t want you to stop.” 

“consent is important.” 

“consent is important. it’s sexy too.” 

he flushes even deeper at your comment, and averts his gaze once more, “it’s the bare minimum.” 

you hum in agreement and giggle again, “i didn’t know you were one to get flustered so easily!” you enjoyed his reactions and boldly, you place his hand on top of one of your tits and say in a sultry voice, “kento, please touch me. you can do whatever you want to me.”

at this, he lost all sense and composure. taking in a sharp breath once again, he motions for you to sit up slightly, and manoeuvres his free hand to take your lacy, pink, bra off. you found this extremely attractive, and he could tell from the way your legs clenched together and the dazed way you looked up at him with your big, watery doe eyes. god, you drove him crazy. 

he discarded the bra and tossed it somewhere in the room. you fell back on top of the silk sheets once more, and your excitement grew massively. he shimmied your little shorts down to your ankles and discarded those too, all whilst making eye contact with you. 

the energy in the room was hot and expectant, and you noticed that the dimly lit lights helped set the tone and raw sexual energy. nanami glanced at the wet patch that was present on your matching pink panties and a thought came to mind.

placing a finger on the patch, he rubbed slowly and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet whimper from both the feeling and the overall suspense. “kento…” you let out with a breathy sigh, bucking your hips to his touch, desperate to relieve the pressure on your aching clit, “more..” 

“be patient, darling.” was all that he whispered. he knew his voice was sexy, and he abused it.

you were needy, hot and bothered. the small stimulation he gifted with his fingers wasn’t enough and you needed more. the feathery touch of his fingers through the thin fabric of your panties left you even wetter than before.

done with the teasing, he looped his fingers around the waistband of your panties and pulled them down to your ankles; repeating the actions of what he did to your other pieces of clothing. he moved up your body, leaving wet kisses along your torso, and up to your tits. he takes a nipple in his mouth and begins sucking. this stimulation alone leaves you weak in the knees and you let out a few breathy moans. you place your hands in his slightly ruffled hair, and tug gently. 

he licks a few kitten licks onto your flushed nipples and then sucks it once more, your cute, shy moans spurring him on. he goes to your other nipple and repeats the same actions which turn you into a writhing mess.

“oh kento…” you slightly lift your head up to kiss him on the forehead, which was definitely a contrast to the energy in the room, but it simply felt right for you to do. the sweet action erupted a smile from him and you couldn’t help but smile too.

he retreats from your tits, and begins to send sloppy kisses down your abdomen, nearing your pulsing core. he kisses and bites at your inner thighs, leaving marks for no one else to see but him. 

finally receiving the stimulation you so desperately needed, he licks a few stripes down your pussy which makes you whine and buck your hips for more. 

“needy, aren’t you?”

“you’ve been teasing me this whole time!” you pout cutely, the pitch in your voice raising slightly higher.

he chuckles and without warning, he latches his mouth onto your puffy clit which sends you into a frenzy. a harmony of moans and whimpers erupt from you as he laps at your cunt so impossibly good, eating it as if he were a starved man.

“ngghhh.. kento..” your small hands find a place in his tousled hair once more and grips onto it hard. you push his head further into you, causing his nose to brush against your throbbing clit as he moves down to lap near your hole. his finger inches towards it, and you gasp at the sudden intrusion and let out a particularly loud moan. “a-ah!” 

your moans begin to increase in volume, and you get slightly embarrassed. muffling your moans with your hand, you close your eyes and delve into the pleasure. 

“ah, ah, ah. i want to hear your moans, princess. remove your hands.” 

the dominance in his voice makes you listen to him without a second thought, your noises no longer being muffled and hidden from the man above you. 

“getting flustered now, are you? you’re so cute.” he says in a tone you’ve never heard from him before, all whilst quickly thrusting his fingers back and forth into your sensitive cunt.

“mmphh… haah…” you replied incoherently, too fucked out to correlate your words together – your mouth only allowing whimpers and whines to pass through. 

he chuckles against your cunt, sending vibrations which further erupt more noises from you. “i haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet, and i’ve already reduced you to moans and whimpers? you gonna start crying when i put my cock into you next?”  

the pace of his fingers quickened drastically and you sounded almost pornagraphic. “d-don’t stop… i’m so c-close.”

and then he stops. 

you look up at him in disbelief, your bottom lip jutting out. you looked adorable he thought, your flushed little cheeks all puffed out, your bottom lip wet and shining.

you only notice now that he isn’t even fully undressed and your face becomes even more pouty. you watch as his thick, veiny hands undo each of his buttons one by one, shrugging the deep blue shirt off his shoulders. you see him in all his glory as you subconsciously bite your lip and let your eyes roam his toned chest, taking in his chiselled, god-like figure, without any shame at all. he raises an eyebrow at you, his lips curved into a slight smirk. god, he looked so good right now, you thought.

overwhelmed from the simple pleasure of seeing him so… bare, you grab his shoulder and pull him into a heated, sloppy kiss. he groans and you can’t but smile into the kiss, with him copying the action. you both fall back onto the sheets and become even more entangled with each other. you hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and you kiss him even harder, more passionately. 

nanami breaks from the kiss and opens his eyes, his lips hovering over yours. he makes eye contact with you, asking for permission in a silent manner; and in reply, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you.

suddenly, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss – simultaneously rubbing the tip of his cock against your glistening folds, which excites a soft whimper out of you. he thrusts into you, and you can’t help but let out a gasp. 

your eyes start to water as he thrusts in and out of you, the pleasure igniting your body and making your moans become louder. 

“nnghhh, ahh, k-kento… you feel so good..” you praise, and he groans into your neck. “h-harder!” 

he bites your neck, trying to compose himself as you clench out of sheer pleasure. “d-don’t do that princess…i won't be able to last if you keep on doing that.” he stutters and slightly laughs into you, the intimacy evoking warm feelings within him. he shifts his hips, thrusting into your cervix at a new angle, hitting each thrust much harder as per your plea. 

“c-can’t help it ken, jus’ feels so damn good!”

your moans become higher and your mouth hangs open, freeing the noises entrapped deep within you. 

“‘m so close, baby.” you say, and he notices how relaxed your words have become, finding it sort of endearing. his hands grope your sensitive tits and he hears you whine. his thrusts become more sloppy, yet still powerful.

“i’m close too, dear” he takes your hands off of his shoulders, and takes them in each of his hands, holding you against the mattress. you both look at each other, gazes full of love and trust. 

each nearing your climaxes, you let out multiple moans and whimpers and his groans become louder. “where do you want it?” you hear him whisper

“haah… i-inside, baby.” 

you moan loudly as you orgasm, your back arching and your toes curling, the pleasure reaching up to your spine. nanami reaches his climax as he buries himself even deeper inside of you, spurting ropes of cum deep into your cervix; letting out a moan and a sudden whisper of “i love you”. 

he looks shocked, and begins, before getting cut off, “i love you too, kento.” your eyes softening, giving him a gentle kiss and resting your forehead against his.

he returns your soft gaze and whispers even quieter, “you’re my dream girl. i love you so much.” 

when y/n says or does something that you would absolutely never do and you jump out your skin at the secondhand embarrassment.

Your coworker Nanami absolutely pines for you.  

You have no clue that his heart beats thrice as fast whenever he’s around you. He’s surprised you haven’t heard it yet, especially during the moments when you get so close, you’re almost touching. That’s when he loses it the most. And it’s not just the proximity of your bodies. It’s whatever lotion or perfume you’re wearing that sends him into a frenzy, maybe even the natural scent of you. To him, it’s the sweetest thing. Sometimes, you’ll graze hands when you hand him a document, and his skin tingles the remainder of the day. To you, it may be nothing; to him, it’s a spark that ignites his very being, electrifies his nerves, synapses firing into his brain, imagining all the ways he can get close to you again. 

Nanami always takes his lunch the same time as you do. He loves talking to you in the break room, whether it be about the latest hobby you’ve taken up, new shows you’re watching, venting about a certain coworker that annoys the both of you. His crush on you grows stronger when you start bringing him little treats every so often. A croissant you picked up in the morning at the café. Little chocolates you bought for yourself, thinking that he would like a taste too. A new pasta recipe you want him to try because you know how good of a cook he is, and his opinion really matters to you. 

You have no idea how much you mean to him. He only likes going to work because of you. 

NANAMI OFFICE AUU 🙈

nanami office au.

genre, warnings. fluff just pure fluff! | none! |

notes. such a cute request from an anon😭🫰🏻

okay thissss!!! *chefs kiss*

just imagine, there's like a moment where your supervisor gives you more work than usual.

the blonde man whom you happen to be dating but it wasn't known to the ton. you were both keeping it out of the public eye

he would walk up to your cubicle. his hand is rested on your partition, he could just look over your cubicle because this man is tall.

"need help, hon?" he would tell you.

you would look up at him with a small pout, "no, it's nothing I can't manage."

"it's the third time this week where he'd send you extra work," your man mentions, "I'll talk to him for you."

your co workers may or may not suspect the both of you since, this man comes in your department considering he's one of the higher positioned employees who may or may not handle two or more departments, including yours.

so why, why was nanami kento? the mr. nanami kento, come up at your cubicle like you were someone to him.

"nanami, it's fine." you remind him with a sigh, smiling up at him to show him you appreciated his concern.

he doesn't stop there though, even if you told him he didn't need to do anything. he'd just contradict your words. 

he would talk to your supervisor, one thing about nanami, is he's good with his way with words. so expect your supervisor, APOLOGIZING to you, followed with a, "if you have any concerns regarding in the office please let me know."

you don't know how your man did but hey, at least you get to finally go home early.

nanami wasn't very chatty with his employees, he was just good with communicating regarding work.

he was an intelligent man after all.

and whenever you just knock on his door after missing him throughout the day.

he'd light up at the sight of you entering his room.

"hi baby." he'd say with a small smile, preparing himself by pushing out of his desk to make room for you to sit on his lap.

more of the moments with nanami in the work place is when you pack both of yours bento for the day, and you come to his office to eat lunch together. 

you both would just talk about each other's day, ask how both each other's doing. just wholesome conversation with the man you love, honestly.

you'd rant to him about your stupid co workers who make your work much harder with how they treat you. he'd listen silently. however, you may or may not would hear that they have been moved to another department and positioned lower than they usually are the next day.

did i mention nanami was one of the person who managed two or three more departments in your company. that's why he had this much privelaged.

now any one was entitled to abuse a privilege but nanami just wasn't the guy but when it comes to you, he'd cross any lines of bounderies to make you happy.

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𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚” 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩

You and Nanami don’t think this relationship works for both of you. The petty arguments, coming home late “because of extra work,” just weren’t cutting it. Spitting up was the last unwanted truth, you guys both concluded. Some months later, you guys meet up at the courthouse coincidentally at the same time. You were going to come a little later, but you had a sweet trick up your sleeve. You are in a wine-red dress that flows to your thighs, with your dark hair down to your chest but slowly brushing against your face. You wanted to get the last bite. You were all dolled up for the most stressful moment in your life. While standing, behold him face to face; he was taking you in. His eyes are teasing himself just by observing you, knowing he can’t touch you. It’s been months. He looks you in the eyes briefly but slightly flustered, so he holds his stance. The words he wanted to express were in his mind, but all that came out was a trim groan. He knew you were petty like this, but he didn’t know what power you had, too. You gave him a sweet and delicate smirk and walked to the door, making not just the dress blow in his face but that sensual perfume you “accidentally” put on today. You were about to open the courthouse door, but he swiftly caught up and opened it. It was like a reflex, a contraction. He couldn’t disrespect you after you had put on that show for him. Realizing what he just did, he moved his head and eyes to the side but still opened the door widely for you.

Was he going to regret this?

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐦𝐠 😭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

My Country girl

Elliot X Reader

A/N: fluff at beginning and smut at end.

Warnings: fluff,smut,kinks: daddy kink,name calling,sizing kink, name calling,somewhat a breeding kink.

Summary: Y/N takes Elliot to his first family party.

(Not my picture.)

“If you really want to hang out with him tell him to come today!” Your dad said. You smile and squeal.

Your parents are going to a party, usually you go but you wanted to spend time with Elliot. So you were whining about it for about 10 minutes.

“Yay!” You giggled.

——

You meet up with Elliot and Look at him.

“I have something to tell you.”

“What is it baby?” He asked while kissing your shoulder.

“Can you go a party with me?” You asked. He pulls away and looks at you.

“Are you for real?”

“Pleasseee elli! It’s more like a gathering anyways.”

“What do I ever wear to-“

“You’re own clothes! It doesn’t matter baby.”

“What about you…”

“Well… not my own clothes..”

“But I promise you! You’ll still look cute.” You smiled.

“Ok.”

“Yeah?!”

“Yeah.”

You just a mile and pull him into a kiss. He smiles.

“When is it?”

“Tonight.”

“Ok.”

He smirks and you kiss him again.

“Yay! Ok! Ummmm… meet me at 5?”

“Ok baby.. you want me to drive you home first tho?”

“Yeah.”

——

He stops in front of your house and you look over at him.

“See you later baby.” You smiled. You then lean over and kiss him. His hand goes up and cups your cheek.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your lips.

“I love you too amore.”

You kiss him one more time then you get out the car. Once You get to your front door you turn and wave bye to him.

You then walk inside.

“I put your black shirt and jeans on the bed. Your hat is in the box and your shoes are to.”

“Thank you mama.” You said while walking up to your room.

——-

You get in the shower and shave. Once Your done You get out and slip on some underwear and a tank top.

You then blow dry your damp hair.When your done blow drying your hair you start on your makeup.

——-

Finally you finished getting ready and You slip on the clothes your mom left out for you . A weird feeling is in the pit of your stomach, what will Elliot think? Would he like your outfit? He’s seen pictures and your clothes but never in read life.

You then hear a knock on the door and You yell come in.

“Hey princess.” You heard Elliot’s voice echo. You look up at him and his eyes wander down your body. You put your hands in front of you and your eyes lock.

“Hi.” You whispered with a smile lingering on your lips. He walks up to you and You look at him up and down. He’s wearing black jeans and a dark blue graphic T-shirt and a sweater. He wraps his arms around your waist and You wrap yours around his shoulders.

“You look beautiful baby.” He whispered. Your face warms up and you smile.

“Thank you..”

He leans in and your lips connect.

“Y/N!!! Come down here, we want to take pictures.”

Your mom takes pictures to show your grandparents and tia and tios.

“Ugh.”

Elliot kisses you again and then pulls away.

“Have to put on my hat real quick!” You yelled back. Elliot nuzzles his nose into your shoulder and You giggle.

“Hat?”

“Yeah…” You whispered. He hums and you pull away.

You slip on your boots and then the hat. You look at yourself in the mirror and smile. You then look up at Elliot.

“Does it look good?”

“You look perfect baby.”

You smile and blow him a kiss, you then grab your phone and take sure everything is off.

“Ready baby?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. Y’all walk out your room and to the living room. You look at your parents and your dad holds up a belt buckle. You smile and slip it on. He has a matching one.

“Ok! You guys take a picture!” Your mom said while looking at you and Elliot. You look at him and he grabs your hand.

He pulls you close and puts his hand on your lower back.

“You ok with this? You don’t have to take a picture.” You whispered in his ear. He looks down and into your eyes.

“I wanna take a picture with my beautiful girl.” He smiled. You face warms up and You smile. A flash goes off.

You both look at the camera and smile. Elliot pulls you closer.

“Babe, take one with her.” Your mom said while shooing your dad. You and Elliot pull away and you and your dad take a picture.

“Go for it.” Your dad said. You wrap my arms around his shoulders and jump up. He catches you and You kick out your leg.

Once you are done your dad puts you back down.

You and you mom do a picture and then yall get ready to leave.

“You know where it is,right?”

“Yes mama… I know where it is.”

Both of your parents kiss your forehead and leave. Once you hear the door close you look at Elliot.

“Ready love?” You asked him. He nods his head.

“But first… I’ll like to take our own pictures.” He said while pulling you close to his body. You smile and kiss him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He hummed. You pull him up into the photo room. The house you live in has 4 rooms. Your parents bedroom and yours. Then the office you all share and then my photo room that You hang out in.

He pulls the chair in front of the mirror and he pulls you onto his lap. He pushes some of your hair behind your back. You get his phone and change the lights to a warm color that complements both of your skin tones. His arm wraps around your waist and You start taking photos. His nose nuzzles into your neck and You take another photo. You then flip the camera to face both of you and he looks up at the camera.You take another photo. He kisses your neck and you take another one. Then one of your body while his hands all over you.

You then take photos on your phone. You look at Elliot through the mirror and smile.

“Ready now?” You asked. He nods his head.

“Let’s go.”

——

We get to the party and get out the car. You tangle your fingers with Elliot’s and smile.

“You look nervous.” You whispered.

“Who else is here.”

“Some of my tias and tios from both of my family’s.”

“What if they don’t like me?”

“Calm down baby.. they’ll like you.” You said while fixing his sweater. He smiles and leans his forehead against yours.

“You sure?”

“You could hold my hand and we can leave whenever you want to.. ok baby?”

He nods his head and you kiss him. He brushes some of your hair back and You smile as a thank you.

“You’ve met one of my dads brothers before and also my moms sister…. Anyways it’s just them and another tia and tio and their partners.”

You smile while pulling away.

“Let’s go!”

You pull him along with you and You wrap my arm around his while hold his hand.

Both of you walk in the booth and You spot your family. Elliot slows down and you look up at him. He’s looking at your dads brother and his sister.

“It’s ok baby.. they aren’t mean.. they just look like that.” He sighs and you keep walking.

“Hi!”

“Ah mija!” Your tia smiled. She cups your face and pulls you away from Elliot but you both have a firm grip on each other. So that we don’t let go of each other while your tia hugs you.

She pulls away and looks at Elliot. You step back to Elliot’s side.

“Tia.. tio.. This is Elliot. My boyfriend.” You said. Elliot starts to tap his thumb on yours and he rubs it.

“Hi.” Your tia smiled.

“Nice to meet you.” Elliot smiled. He holds out his other hand and they shake hands. You turn your head to your tio that is your moms brother. He’s always been over protective of you, less than your other tio on your dads side but still very protected.

“This is Elliot.” You smiled. He eyes Elliot and holds out his hand. They shake hands.

“Nice to meet you.” Elliot said.

“You too.” He said then sat back down.

“Ok! Well you know my parents of course and my other tia and tio… sooo.. let’s go get something to drink, yeah?” You said while looking up at Elliot. He nods his head and waves to your family. You both walk away.

“So that’s the boy you were talking about?”

“Y/n is way to good-“

“Shut up.” You heard your dad say. You grip onto Elliot’s hand more and look up at him .

“They just have to get used to you baby… they like you.” You smiled. He looks down at you and You let go of his hand and wrap your arm around his waist. His arms wrap around you shoulders and pulls you in. You look at him and stick out your tongue.

“So pretty.” He whispered and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

You giggle and yall get to where the drinks are. You search around the drinks and look at Elliot.

“What do you want baby?”

“I’ll have a water princess.” He hummed. You get 2 waters for yall and You hand him it. Your hand is wet from the bottle and Your about to whip it on your jeans when he grabs your hand. You just look at him. He whips your hand off on his sweater.

“Don’t wanna mess up your pretty pants baby, do you?” He asked. You smile and pull him down to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“So sweet.” You whispered.

You walk back to the table where your family is and You see your step cousin and her boyfriend walk in. You’ve never really liked her. She would always put her head in places where it isn’t supposed to. She tried to break up your parents once and finally got on your shit side when she tried to tell you that You was hooking up with her boyfriend when You was already talking to Elliot.

She sits down and smiles at Elliot.

“New face. Must be one of her boy toys.”

“Enough Erica.” Your tio said.

“Actually Eri, he’s my boyfriend and has been for almost a year… unlike you, I can keep a relationship without having to flash myself.” You smiled. She rolls her eyes.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N’s cousin.” She said while arching her back to push out her breast.

“Step cousin! Get your facts right.” You glared. You were gonna pop off. Elliot puts his hand on your thigh,giving you a quick look.

“I’m Elliot.” He said. You look at Erica’s boyfriend. He doesn’t look bad but not good.

“How old are you?”

“18.”

“Oh wow Erica, you actually started dating someone who isn’t 5 years younger than you.” Erica is 16, almost 2 years younger than you.

Elliot and him wave at each other.

“Fuck you.” She whispered. You just smile.

Elliots hand trails up and down your thigh and You look at him.

“Y/N ! Go dance!”

“But mama! I don’t wanna leave el.” You groaned.

“It’s ok princess.. I’ll be fine.” He smiled.

“Yeah-“ Erica started.

“Say one fucking word to him or try to touch him and your ass is gone.” You said to her.

Elliot cups your chin and makes you look at him.

“I’ll be fine baby.. go dance.” He whispered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah princess… I wanna see you dance.”

You smile and lean closer to him.

“Show me what you got.” He chuckled. You giggle and connect your lips. The kiss was soft and delicate. Not like our other kisses, rough. Y’all pull away and You whip his bottom lip from the small transfer of the lipstick.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“Hm… I love you too elli.”

He smiles and takes his hand off you thigh. You get up and put down your phone. Elliot takes it and puts it in his pocket.

You look around and see 3 of your friends also getting up to dance. You turn back to Elliot and he smirks.

“Perv.” You joked.

“Idiot.”

“Nerd!” You yelled while walking to the middle where people are dancing. You look back at him and see him chuckling.

You and your friends group up and Say hi.

“You brought your boyfriend.” Ashley yelled out the music. You yell yeah.

—-

You all start dancing and laughing. Cumbia de la cobra comes on and You shake your head no.

“I’m out!”

“No!” Jackson yelled. You look at Elliot and You start dancing with a random guy. This feels weird. Not sitting with Elliot, but instead dancing with another guy that isn’t him.

He twirls you around and finally the song ends. Country music and now coming on. Much easier to dance to. You walk up to Elliot,

“Dance wirh me.” You smiled. He looks up at you and You put out your hand. He takes it and you go to the dance floor.

Crash my party by Luke Bryan comes on and You wrap your arms around Elliot’s shoulders. His wrap his around your waist and you pull each other close. You sway to the song and You lean your forehead on his.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He whispered back. Your eyes close and you both keep swaying.

“You look beautiful.” He whispered. You smile and open your eyes again. You pull his hood over his head and over his eyes. He chuckles and You throw your head back. His arms tighten around you and You lean back. His leg goes in between yours for more support.You look at him and smile.

“You are such a nerd.”

“Me?! A nerd! Noooo you are so wrong. You’re the nerd.” You giggled and stand back up straight. He smiled and grabs your hand from his shoulder. He pulls away and twirls you around. You twirl each other and You both smile. You’ve never been this happy at a party.

Elliot pulls you back into his chest and You wrap your arms back around him while laughing. He chuckles and You take off your hat and put it on his head. He brushes some of your hair back.

“My cowboy.” You whispered while fixing the hat. He smiled.

“My country girl.”

You giggle and he kisses you.

You slightly lean back and he leans forward to keep your lips connected. You pull away from the kiss and slightly arch your back giggling. He chuckles and you stand up straight again.

——

You both sit back down and You scoot your chair closer to him. You look over at your parents and tios and tias. They all look at you and him in awe.

“Reminds me of y’all.” Your moms sister said while elbowing your mom. She laughs.

“No way!” Your mom said while shoving her away.

“Let’s show her how we do it my love.” Your dad said while holding out his hand for her to take it.

“She’s just like her father! Got the same moves!” Your tio from your dads side said. You giggle and they go to dance. You look at Elliot and he’s playing with his hair. You smile and place your hand on his cheek.

“Aren’t you glad you came baby?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

You lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, listening to the music and his breathing,

—-

You get something to eat and You look at him.

“Here.” He whispered. He whips your messed up lipstick and You pout out your bottom lip.

“My beautiful beautiful Y/N.” He whispered while running his thumb under your bottom lip. Your stick out your tongue and lick his thumb. He chuckles and takes his hand back.

“Nasty.”

“Oh really? You-“

“Eat.” He said.

You roll your eyes and giggle.

——

Cool air brushes around you and You shiver. The long sleeves isn’t enough to keep you warm. Elliot looks down at you.

“Here baby. Take my sweater.”

“No baby.. it’s ok.”

“No it isn’t. Here pretty girl.” He hummed while taking it off. You can feel the eyes on yall while he wraps the sweater around your shoulders. You pull your arms into the sleeves and smile.

“Thank you baby.” You whispered into his neck.

“You’re nose is cold.” He giggled.

“And your neck is so warm.” Your and press your lips against his neck.

“You guys are nasty.” You hear Erica groan. You just ignore her and so does Elliot.

“You lips are warm.”

You look up at him and smile.

“So kiss me.” You whispered. He cups your face and pulls you into a kiss. You smile against his lips and you both pull away.

—

You go dance some more and finally get tired.

“I wanna go home.” You whined to him. Elliot looks down at you and rubs his hand up and down your thigh. You’re sitting on his lap now because You gave a little girl your chair.

“Wanna go home baby?”

“Yeah.”

He looks down at you while You lay your head on his shoulder.

“Ok..” he smiled. You get off of his lap and he stand up.

“Mama..papa… we’re gonna go home.. I’m sleepy.”

“She sounds just like I remember when she was 5.. whining because shes sleepy.” Your tia said. You groan and lay your head on Elliot’s chest.

“Home.” You frowned.

“Ok princess.” He whispered.

You say bye to everyone.

“Can elli stay over?”

“Yes mamas.” You mom said. You look at you dad and he nods his head. You just smile and kiss both of their foreheads.

You get back to Elliot and wrap your arms around his waist.

“My feet hurt.” You yawned. He takes your arms off of his waist and wraps them around his shoulders.

“Ok baby.” He whispered. He leans down and picks you up bridal style. You lay your head on his chest and sigh.

“Oh I love you.”

“I love you too princess.”

You get to his car and he puts you down and opens the door. You slip in and he gets in on the drivers side. You take off your hat and he turns on the car. You then look over at him and smile.

“Did you like it?” You asked.

“Yeah baby.. it was fun.”

“Yay.” You hummed. He leans over and kisses your forehead.

“Let’s get you home and in bed.” He whispered. You nod your head and he starts driving.

—-

Once you get into your room You take off the boots.

“A quick shower?” You muffled while walking into the restroom. He follows you in there. You strip from your clothes. You both get into the shower and let the water run down your body’s.

Once Your done washing your face,hair,and body, you get out and so does Elliot. You dry your body off and wrap the towel around yourself. He wraps his towel around his waist. You dry your hair a little and then look at him. He wraps his arms around your waist and press his front into your behind.

“So beautiful.” He whispered and kissed your shoulder while You do your skincare.

Once You’re done You take off the towel and walk back into the room. He follows you out. You slip on underwear and a tight cropped tank top. He slips on his boxers.

You guys lay in bed with the covers on top of you. You are basically sharing the same pillow right now by how close you are .

You look up at him and smile.

Your lips connect and You crawl on top of him. You grind against his growing cock and you both let out a small moan.

You lean your forehead against his.

“Want you inside me Elli ” You whispered. He kisses you again and starts to play with the hem of your underwear.

“Want these off baby?” He whispered. You nod your head and get off of him.

You slip them off your thighs while looking at the door, making sure it’s locked. Your parents rarely check on your at night when Elliot is here, if he isn’t then they will come in and watch you sleep or kiss your forehead when Your sleeping. They trust Elliot.

You hear him shuffle around,taking off his boxers and you get back on top of him. You look down at him and he lines himself up to your entrance. His fingers then slowly circle your clit.

“So wet baby.” He whispered. You hum and he slowly thrusts into your cunt. You sink down onto him until he’s bottomed out. You sigh in relief and lay you head on his chest.

“princess.” He whispered. You slightly grind yourself on him and you both groan.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

You hear your parents coming up the stairs to their room.

“Shhhh!” You both hear your mom say. You then hear them both laughing. You smile and look at Elliot. He chuckles.

You start to grind your hips and he groans.

“Fuck baby.” He moaned. You cover his mouth with your hand and he does the same to you but slipping his fingers into your mouth. You start to bounce up and down and he tugs on your nipple through the tank top . You moan around his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and You pull your hand away from his. You then take off my tank top and keep bouncing and grinding your hips for the pleasure.

“Elli.”

“Hm fuck.”

“Ahh.”

“So good baby.”

“Keep bouncing.”

“Wanna cum.”

You moan out loud and he stops you. You look down at him with wide eyes. You both close your eyes and try to listen if they are coming to the room because they heard you but you don’t hear anything.

“Be quiet baby. I know it feels good but you don’t wanna get in trouble my love, do you?”

“No,” You whispered. He nods his head. You place both of your hands on his chest and start to bounce again.

“That’s right,fuck yourself on my cock.”

You hum and felt your climax about to come.

“Milk my cock baby. Cum all over it.”

You moan and nod your head. Your release washes over you and You bite down onto you bottom lip,trying to stay quiet. His cum shoots into your cunt and You clench around him.

Once you both come down from your climax, you start to go down. You get between his legs and he looks down at you,

“Baby-“ he started but he cuts himself off with a groan.

“Fuck.”

You swirl your tongue one the tip,tasting yours and his cum. You then push his cock down your throat while jerking off the rest with your hand. He was perfect. Had a thick vein goes up it, a slight curve that makes the tip hit your g-spot, and the size.

You look up at him through your eyelashes and he puts his hand on your head,tangles his fingers in your hair.

“Such a good slut. This what you wanted hm?” He groaned while thrusting his hips up,fucking your face.

“Wonder what your family would think if they knew how much of a fucking slut you are.”

You hum around him and you clench around nothing.

“Oh that turns you on baby? Thinking what mommy and daddy would think If they knew what their little girl does to please me?”

He pushes your head down,making you gag. He then pulls you away and you gasp.

“You’re daddy’s good girl? My girl yeah?”

“Yes daddy.. only yours. Like pleasing you.”

“Good.”

He pulls your back down. You run your tongue down his cock and swirl it around the tip.

“Fuck baby. You look so beautiful with my cock on your mouth.”

You look at him and he keeps pushing your head down his cock. You feel him twitch,meaning he’s close. You put your hand on his thigh and swallow him down.

“Fucking slut. Wonder if your parents can hear your gagging around my cock.”

You squeeze his thigh. He knows how to get you going.

“Wanna swallow my cum princess? Hm? That’s what you want?”

You nod your head and he smirks.

“Fuck, I wish I could take a picture of you with my cock in your mouth. So beautiful.” He groans while leaning his head back on the pillow. He bites down on his bottom lip while he comes.

His cum shoots into the back of your throat while you keep bobbing your head.

You pull away and he looks down at you. You get on your knees,sitting down with your heels digging into your butt. You open your mouth,slightly sticking out your tongue to show him his cum,Then you close your mouth. He brings his hand up and wraps it around yourthroat.

“Swallow it all baby, every drop.”

You do as told and swallow his cum, the sweet but salty taste goes down your throat and you look at him,

“Lay on your back, legs wide open for daddy. Ok?” He said. You nod your head.

You lay down next to him and lean your head back,spreading your legs just like he said.

He gets in between them and grabs the back of your thighs, pushing up. You gasp from the cold air.

“Elli.”

“Shh baby, you make one loud noise or look away,I’ll stop.” He said while leaning down,his lips almost brushing against your clit.

“Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy, I understand.”

His dips his head down and kisses your clit,making sure his eyes on you and yours are still on him. He kisses your cunt then start to flick his tongue faster. He sucks on your clit and you moan.

“Fuck.” You whispered. One of his hands goes up and tugs on your nipple.

“Daddy.”

He hums against you and slowly pushes his middle and pointer finger into your entrance. You bite down out your lip and blink, but making sure your eyes stay on him once they open again.

“Fuck,you taste amazing baby.” He groaned while fucking you with your fingers. You hum back and clench around his fingers.

“So wet and silky.”

“Feels s’good daddy.” Your moans get louder and he lifts up one of his eyebrows.

“Do I need to make you shut up? Or stop?” He glared.

“No.no please.. I’ll be quiet.” You begged. He reaches beside you and grabs your underwear. He then leans up so he can he hovering over you. He kisses you then you gag. He stuffed your mouth with your underwear,while his fingers still curl and fuck you.

“Quiet for me,ok? Good girls get fucked. You wanna be a good girl,isn’t that right baby?”

You nod your head and he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Keep your eyes open,and on me.” He whispered in your ear then goes back down. He sucks and licks your cunt and you wrap your legs around his shoulders. You start to lift up your hips and grind down on his face.

“Gonna cum.” You muffled around your underwear. His fingers go faster.

You arch your back and move your hips,trying to find the right place. You gasp and moan around the underwear.

Your climax washes over you and you tug on his hair.

He keeps fucking your with his fingers and flicking his tongue,riding out your high.

You whine out from the feeling of it being to much. He finally pulls away and kisses your clit and blows air on it. You groan.

His hands slide up your thighs and pulls them away from his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs and lower stomach.

He trails kisses up your stomach,breast,and throat,all the way up to your lips. But making sure he leaves mark on you, claiming you as his.

You look up at him and he pulls the underwear out of your mouth and throws them away.

“You feel how hard I am? Just for you baby.” He groaned. You give him a small smile and his tip nudges between your folds.

You gasp and wrap your arm around his shoulders.

“You sure baby, you can take another on?” He whispered.

“Please daddy. I want you. Please.” You begged.

He kisses you and slowly thrusts his cock into your pussy.

“Hmm fuck.” You moan and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

All you can do is hum back. You wiggle your hips a little and lift them up.

He starts to grind his hips,trying to find the right paste.

“Please daddy, faster. Harder!” You begged. And he did. He grabs onto your hip,holding you in place while he pounds into you. You moan and lean your head back.

You hoped your parents are knocked out drunk or something because all you can hear is skin slapping and the wetness of your pussy,

He wraps his hand around your throat and slightly squeezes.

“Elli!”

“Shit baby, you are so wet and- fuck.” He groaned.

You slightly squeeze your thighs around his waist, trying to pull him as close as you can. He squeezes on your throat a little more and you moan.

“Daddy! Gonna cum! Want you to cum. Want your cum.”

“Fucking slut. My cum slut.”

You nod your head.

“Want me to fill you up, huh? Have you full of my cum, then have it drip out your pretty pussy?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” You moaned. You bring your hand down and circle your cli,building up the pleasure.

You feel a familiar feeling in your stomach. It felt so good. Elliot’s cock felt amazing.

“Cum. Cum all over my cock.”

You throw your head back and cover your mouth with your hand. Your release washes over you. It was hard but felt so fucking good. Finally, it came and it felt fucking amazing. He groans and releases. A whine leaves your lips when he does. His cum paints your inside walls white, filling your pretty pussy up. Just like he said.

He leans down and gives you a small smile.

“You did so good for me princess. So good.” You smile back and he kisses your cheek and jawline. Elliot slowly pulls his cock out of you and you whine from the loss of being full.

“Stay here baby.. it’s ok.” He whispered and kissed you. You nod your head. You are still coming back to reality from the 3 orgasms you had. Your mind is still kinda hazy from them.

Elliot comes back in boxers and with hand towel.

“Couldn’t find any of your rags.”

“They are in the dryer.”

“Figured that.” He chuckled while getting back on the bed. He spreads your legs and sees your pussy glisten with your and his cum. His cum leaks out of your hole and he groans.

“Ok baby. Push.”

“Elli.” You whine.

“I know baby,just once. Looks like you already pushed most of it out.”

You do as told and push. You feel his cum leak out of you.

“That’s my girl.” He whispered while kissing your thigh.

Once he’s done cleaning you up, he helps you change into clean underwear and a shirt. He also makes you drink some water before you lay down.

—-

You turn over and lay your head on Elliot’s chest. He wraps his arm around you,placing his hand on your lower back.

“Sleep princess.”

“I love you..” I muffled,

“I love you too.”

You pay attention to what he’s tracing on your back. It’s ‘I love you’ and a heart. You smile and nuzzle your nose into his neck. Finally you both fall asleep holding each other.

Some Soft Daisuga

includes: Sugawara, Daichi

warnings: Faint mentions of a difficult home life

length: 718 words. It’s so short I-

Daichi groaned softly as he stirred awake from a rather peaceful sleep. He furrowed his brows as his mind failed to determine if he was awake or not. There was a noise, distant yet persistent. Where was it coming from? 

He mumbled under his breath, curious if his parents were home yet as chocolate brown eyes glanced at the electric clock that sat slightly crooked on his nightstand. The noise seemed to grow louder, and Daichi climbed out of bed as he headed to the source of the sound. 

A wide and tired smile spread across his features as he found the reason he had stirred awake. Sugawara had a giddy smile on his face as he waved. He was wearing a black Karasuno shirt, one he had stolen from Daichi, and a pair of shorts. Suga’s gray hair was a tousled mess, and as Daichi’s eyes wandered across his yard he was quick to discover why.

Sugawara’s most prized possession was rested against the large oak tree rooted in the yard. It was a bike the teenager had bought himself, matted black with silver tones throughout the frame. The custom made mountain bike came with a basket in the front, one Daichi had helped him curve to hold a volleyball. It also had metal bars near the back tire for easy standing access. The bike cost Sugawara about 25900 yen, something the teen had worked extra jobs to pay off. The work hours had cut deeply into how often Sugawara could practice volleyball, but it made the third year happy.

Daichi laughed softly as his boyfriend threw another pebble at his window, sticking his tongue out. With a small grunt, Daichi opened his window and shook his head.

“Babe, it is three in the morning,” Daichi scolded playfully, watching Suga’s eyes glaze over what he could see. 

Daichi wasn’t wearing a shirt because it was rather hot in his room. Not that Sugawara could see, but he was also only in boxers. The brunette was a little embarrassed despite himself.

“So? C’mon, let’s go somewhere! It’s not like you have anything else to do,” Suga called back, a smile on his lips so pure it pulled at Daichi’s heartstrings. 

“What about sleep?” Daichi challenged, yet he was already heading to his closet before his lover answered, enticing a giggle. He pulled a tank top over his head and tugged a pair of sweatpants up his legs as he woke himself up. While Sugawara readied the bike, Daichi kicked a pair of sneakers on before climbing from his window. He didn’t have to drop far at all, the air conditioner just below his window. Besides, he was tall enough to climb out without injury. “Why’re you even up?”

From the brief look in Suga’s eyes, Daichi knew he shouldn’t have asked. Sadly enough, Sugawara didn’t have the best relationship with his mom. Daichi would give anything in the world to better his boyfriend’s home life, but there wasn’t much he could do.

With a small smile, Daichi ruffled his little ball of sunshine’s hair. “Forget I asked. Hop on,” Daichi hummed, earning a thankful grin. Daichi sat on the bike, feet planted on the grass to keep it standing upright as his baby held his shoulders and stood on the metal in the back. 

“Try not to crash this time, yeah?” Sugawara giggled, receiving an eyeroll as Daichi startled to peddle off into the night. 

“That entirely depends if you feel like constantly rocking the weight, you psycho,” Daichi shot back as the wind kicked up around them.

His brown eyes looked over his shoulder for a brief moment to just admire how free Sugawara looked. There was a wild gleam in his hazel eyes that made Daichi grin. He could read the love of his life like an open book.

Just as Daichi predicted, Sugawara looked to the starry sky and yelled with a smile on his face. His perfect eyes were shut as he seemed to grow louder. And, despite the possibility of waking everyone in the neighborhood, Daichi yelled with him. The sound morphed into loud laughter as they picked up speed, now starting to fly down a hill. 

This, Sugawara, thought as the wind resistance made his eyes water slightly, This is living.

fluff prompt list

"Quit stealing all the pillows!"

"You want a bite?"

"Give me a second and I'll show you."

"What should we name it?"

"You're a dork."

"Why are your feet so cold?"

"Stop that, I'm ticklish!"

"Your hands are so warm!"

"You smell really nice."

"Your hair is so soft."

"You're my new pillow."

"Turn around, I'm giving you a massage."

"I think I love you."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Hold my hand."

"It's not morning yet."

"Stay a little longer?"

"You're so perfect."

"I'll always be here for you."

"You were right all along."

"Take my coat, it's cold out here."

"You've got some flour on your cheek."

"You could just put your feet in my lap, you know."

"I wouldn't change a thing about you."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"We could try cuddling."

"Stop being so cute."

"Are you okay?"

"Our relationship is the most important thing in my life."

"You can sleep, I'll keep you safe."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

"It wasn't your fault."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh! You're jealous!"

"Can we stay like this forever?"

"I missed you so much."

"Give me attention."

"When I'm with you, I'm home."

"Is that my shirt?"

"This is new."

"Would you just hold still?"

"You're family."

"They didn't deserve you."

"Rumor has it, I make you nervous."

"Are you flirting with me?"

"You seem all tough, but I know it's all an act. You're a softie."

"Funny, coming from you."

"Really? Right now?"

"Let's go somewhere- anywhere!" Heavily inspired by @merakiaes so go look at their page- they're amazing!

Time Off

TF 1-4-1 X POC Reader John Price, Kyle Garrick, John MacTavish, Simon Riley x Reader A break, they needed a break. Laswell knows they need the time off instead of worrying about Makarov and Shepard so that's what she gives them. Only, they don't have anyone to go home to that is, before one of their teammates invites them over.

"Time off? So suddenly?" Seargent Soap voiced everyone's thoughts to Laswell. She had just updated them on the whereabouts of General Shepard and briefed them on what actions to take when the topic of Makarov came up when she brought up them taking some time off. It stunned them to silence when hearing her bring up the cold season and going home to whoever may be waiting and if not take some time to take care of themselves properly.

"Yes Seargent and that's not a request it's an order I like you all but I'm getting sick of seeing your faces so take the time off and enjoy yourselves. Dismissed." With that, she shooed them out of her office and they all stood outside the door wondering what the hell they'd do with this time off. Standing more off to the side than the others, Ghost looked over at you seeing you were the only one not in distress at the order.

"You don't seem to be in peril Seargent, you got plans when you head home?" It was a surprise hearing ghost ask you such a personal question. Although he has gotten comfortable with his team, it is rather odd of him to ask. The others got over their initial shock and looked over at you now suddenly curious as well. You let out a sigh before speaking.

"No, I don't, I'm heading home to an empty home just like the rest of you. If you guys are so struck by what to do then why not come with me for the break? It gives me a reason to use all the groceries that get replaced in my home every two months." In all honesty, you asked them not only to stop them from being lonely during their break but to also stop yourself from being lonely as well. Like them, there was no one waiting in your two-story home for you so why not spend the lonely days to come with people you've learned to call family?

You trust these four men with your life should that day come and they do as well. It would be a way to strengthen that already tight bond you all have together and it would give you a chance to boast about your impeccable cooking skills.

"Are you sure? This is your home we're talking about, you sure you want us to intrude like that?" Soap was a bit reluctant to the offer because while he was internally excited at it, the last thing he wanted to do was intrude. How cute.

With a nod of your head and some light reassurance, they all agreed to go and split up to get packed and meet up at 1400 (2:00 pm) to leave for the airport. Soon, you five were all set and on a plane to the state you lived in and on the road to your home.

Your home was two stories and quite modern, away from most of the town but close enough to get supplies when needed, and surprisingly once the owners who originally rented it to you passed, your rent was dropped by a lot and eventually sold to you completely.

Walking inside you took your shoes off and looked around the entrance hallway feeling so much nostalgia. The men behind you followed suit removing their shoes and following you inside your home staying suspiciously quiet. In reality, they were nervous being in your home, you had told them it had enough rooms and a pull-out bed for them all to sleep over but they were nervous nonetheless. You set your bag on the dining table before walking into the kitchen looking through the cabinets to see fresh groceries with a note from the carrier that they were recently restocked. You made a note to increase their pay at the start of the next year.

"You guys can get yourself settled in while I pull some things out for dinner. There's one room downstairs and three upstairs. I'll set up the pull-out bed for whoever claims that one but you can put your things in the two other rooms. " You were already pulling some things out of the fridge after washing your hands, while you were talking to them and when you finished you heard shuffling and small grunts of acknowledgment to your words as the four men did as told.

Gaz and Price chose the two rooms upstairs while Soap chose the couch bed leaving Ghost with the room downstairs. As they were settling in, they all took the time to look around but not pry too much. They saw that your home wasn't really what they expected. No pictures of friends or family, no personalization even when Price stepped into your room accidentally thinking it was the guest room. The only way he knew it was yours was the neatly folded underwear on your bed that seemed like it was gonna get packed but never made it. When he turned to leave he caught glimpse of a pocket-sized picture of you holding a newborn baby laying on the floor by the end of the bed. It's not something he would ever guess he would see especially if it was you. He closed the door and said nothing as he found the correct room and got himself settled in.

While you began cooking you took a break while things were heating up to put your things away in your own room.

"You guys should go shower while you're at it, it'll be a minute before I'm done cooking anyway so might as well, right?" And so the night went on.

You eventually finished your cooking and you along with the four ate. It was quiet and awkward but eventually, Soap popped a question and you soon fell into lively chatter, Ghost and soap falling into petty banter while Price entertained it and Gaz chuckled quietly to himself. You eventually pulled out some whiskey much to Ghost's dismay. "I drink Bourbon" He defensively said, though, you could see the amusement in his eyes. He had his Balaclava on but the black makeup was removed when he showered and he felt comfortable enough to show us that much. Not like you all hadn't seen his face before but the point is made.

When you all were done, Gaz being the sweetheart he was offered, no, told you he was going to clean up while you relaxed. "You've been on your feet since we came so I got it, go relax." You could feel your heart clench at his words.

Ever since you got recruited for 1-4-1, Gaz had been nothing but a sweetheart through and through, not to mention a heartthrob when he threw in his small compliments with a shy tone. Price wasn't as bad, but the captain wasn't shy when complimenting or downright flirting with you. It wasn't the overly obvious flirts nor did say it in front of people but, he was quite the charmer when he wanted to be.

Soap on the other hand didn't care who was around, if you did an amazing job on a particular mission or any mission at all, he would praise you till you told him to stop. He loves seeing the twinkle in your eyes or the pep in your step when you got praised for doing a good job. It made him feel good knowing you were happy from his words. Ghost wasn't one to be vocal, everyone in and out of the task force knew that. He wasn't one to just compliment and praise for any small thing but, when it came to you, he would find himself biting back the overwhelming feeling of pride he felt. Whenever you did something right even when you second-guessed yourself when you take out more than one person at a time. He finds himself grinning under his mask and petting your head lightly, chuckling to himself at the happy look you sprung onto your face at the act.

They all slowly began to love your reactions and you as a whole. They became protective even borderline possessive when Shepard ordered you to stay out of a mission while the others were told to go. "They are a part of this team, where we go, they go no questions asked about it, so if you want us to do this I suggest you make your changes from now." Stunned was General Shepard hearing Ghost speak up like that. You had only been on the team for a couple months so he didn't think they were gonna get attached so quickly, boy was he wrong.

Now here you all are, spread on the couches tipsy and happy, chuckling at Soap's slurred speaking not even understanding the lad as his accent gets heavier. Relaxed is a word none of you would associate yourselves with, especially in your line of work, but tonight? Warm, comfortable, and happy in each other's presence? I would say this is the most relaxed they've ever been.

With your head on Price's lap and your legs on Soap's, Ghost sitting on the floor near the couch, and Gaz on the single couch, they all stared at your resting face, dark skin glowing under the light of the fireplace lit rid the chill that came with the upcoming season. They watched in a comforting silence as you succumbed to sleep, pressing your cheek into the captain's thigh and mumbling a drunken goodnight. A fluttering feeling filled their chest, they didn't know what it was but all they knew was that if anything happened to you, it would be over for them.

A break. They all needed a break, even you.

In Honor of Shiggy's Bday today..

Here's a lil sum for him.

Fluff

Shigaraki x POC Reader

Kinda just a headcanon tbh. Not proofread at all.

Shiggy waking up to soft feather like kisses on his face. He stirs just a little and opens his eyes once he’s flat on his back. When his vision focuses he hums when he meets eyes with his lover. The sun shining through the blinds onto her skin, bonnet hanging low because of her fro stuffed inside. She had taken her recent braids out so she could get her hair did again just for the occasion but got lazy and decided to give her hair a break. He liked when her natural hair was out anyway. Her pale colored eyes stared into his with such love it made his chest flutter.

“Morning..” his voice low, deep and raspy from his sleep. It clung, making his voice rumble sending shivers up her spine. Her hand reached up and softly stroked his cheek. Her touch was so delicate like he’d break if pressure was applied. The moment was so precious it made a swelling feeling build in Shigaraki’s chest. Was something going on? She’s normally like this but it seems different. He didn’t even know he aged another year today.

“Happy birthday Tenko.” Oh. That’s what it was. He couldn’t even be shocked that he forgot, too chocked at how his real name slid so smoothly off her tongue. Her voice sounded like silk, smooth like cold soba on a Friday afternoon at the downtown diner they go to every once in a while. So filled with love, tears stung the corner of his eyes and filled his waterline. Her hands were now both on his cheeks, softly rubbing the apples of his cheeks. They’ve used to be so rough, calloused and sullen but now? Now they’re full and soft. Still a bit rough but old habits die hard they say. The pink in them never show brighter than when she’s with him. He doesn’t know why he’s crying. Why he’s so emotional. Maybe it’s because he didn’t think he’d make it to another birthday. He’s forgotten his birthday so much he didn’t think he’d even remember when it was. Maybe it was the love and overwhelming amount of emotion that she shared with him just from a few words.

Or maybe it’s because she saved him. Saved him from going so far down in a trench that he wouldn’t come back and feel emotion ever again. Wet fat tears slid down his cheeks. Her eyes never stopped looking at him. Never looked away, never narrowed in judgment, never pitying him. It just showed love. She loves him. She loves him so much.

“I love you Tenko. I’m so happy I could be here for this day. Thank you for letting me stay, for letting me love you. You deserve so much and I know I can’t give you the world like you want but even so—“ she could finish. Not if he sat up so fast it gave her whiplash. Not when his lips met hers with such urgency, such fevor, so desperate. So desperate to show her that she’s already given him the world. The world he wants, the one he wants is the one with her in it. The one they are in right now, where she’s in it everyday if his life. That’s all he wants.

“I love you.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you—“ every kiss, every bite, every suck on her pretty pink lips he mutters his undying love to her. Her giggles soon sound off as he’s soon towering over her on the soft pillowy bed sheets. He soon stops his assault on her lips and holds himself up on his hands. Looking down at his love. The one who saved his life. She’s smiling, smiling so softly he just might cry again. Not like he stopped anyway. The sun rose a bit higher since so it’s rays we’re shining bright and right onto his Angel, so etheral, so bright, so…his. She lives for him and he knows it. She proves it to him everyday.

People fear him. They shake and tremble and the very mutter of his name but only if they knew.. it’s not him they should be afraid of. If they knew the things he’d do for her, they’d fear her instead. One word and it’s done.

A smile. It unknowingly made its way onto his face. So soft, so small but so beautiful. She thought it was so beautiful. To her he’s the most precious person, most beautiful, gorgeous being she’s ever seen, met. She loves this man. And she will remind him now and forever.

Tamaki cuddling you after you both had a long day of hero work. All he wanted was to get home so he could see you again, your perfect pretty boy.