FEMALE READER VERSION

FEMALE READER VERSION

Of all Hawks’ secrets, you are the most well-kept.

Version: Female Reader version | Male Reader Version Links: Gifset (art only) | Mood Music

NIGHTHAWK Rating: Explicit   |   Word Count: 13k  | Art: 14 animations, 2 stills (Technically no spoilers, but if you aren’t caught up on the events of the manga you’ll be missing important context. The fic takes place after Hawks’ meeting with the commission.) Synopsis: Casual was the word you used when you first agreed to sleep together. As weeks turned into months turned into a year, those quick and dirty nights blossomed into private moments that earned him little pieces of you. Warnings: Dom!Hawks, Nurse!Reader, animalistic behavior, rough sex, quirk/feather play, light bondage, biting, praise kink, hurt/comfort, secret relationship, talk of past lovers, mentions of death, panic attacks, PTSD, mention of a past, non-canon event. Spicy, then bitter, then sweet.

There was nothing exceptional about your life from an outsider’s perspective. You lived in an apartment on the outskirts of Jaku City, unmarried and childless. During the day you attended medical school where you studied for your doctorate. During the evening you worked as a nurse in the intensive care unit. Then, when you were home, you sat alone for dinner at a kitchen table meant for two.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

For the past year, however, an occasional tap at your sixteenth-story window would break up the lonely monotony. The tap was quite a scandalous secret, not that anyone would believe you if you let it slip. Even you still had a hard time accepting the bizarre reality of the situation; but it was real. Just as real his voice, which you could hear echoing faintly through your apartment.

You glanced up from your lukewarm dinner and dropped your fork. For a long moment, you sat in silence, listening intently until you heard it again. It was him; it was his voice. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you shoved out of your chair and jogged to the window. The part between your curtains opened, but when you peeked through you saw only the glow of city lights below a blanket of darkness.

A frown found your face, and a sigh spilled past your lips. You heard his voice; you would never mistake it for another. It echoed casually against your dim walls again, and you turned your head towards the sweet sound. The television was on in the living room. Your heart dropped at the realization. The little square thing sat on your end table and taunted you with his image. 

There he was. Hawks, the winged hero, being interviewed by a woman in a pantsuit. It wasn’t often he did interviews, so you left your dinner to go cold in favor of watching the program.

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* Levi Ackerman Headcannons *

He isn’t into PDA but he will give you head pats or just ruffle your hair when around other people.

His Love language is acts of service, I feel like he isn’t great with words, so he would express his feelings by bringing you tea, cleaning your office, checking your odm gear is working properly, things like that.

Since he has insomnia he would probably watch you sleep on a sofa next to his desk while he works.

If your sleeping in the bed he would peek his head through the door every few minutes just to make sure you’re ok.

He absolutely adores when you stroke his hair and scratch his undercut with your nails.

He loves going on walks with you.

I feel like he’d be scared of thunderstorms (because of what happened with Isabel and Farlan) so when one happens he would be curled up under a blanket and you would just have to hold him and tell him everything is going to be okay.

Every time he goes into town he would bring you home a little trinket that reminds him of you.

If he did finally have some time to sleep and rest he would probably lay his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

Or if he’s not laying his head on your chest, he is holding onto your arm with his face nuzzled into your shoulder.

One of his favourite pastimes is Sitting in front of the fire, reading a book, with you curled up beside him sleeping.

Or Him laying his head on your lap while you read outloud to him.

He likes when you hug him from behind.

He’s Actually Hilarious, like I don’t think he realises how funny he actually is.

He will just randomly poke your cheek.

He has really fluffy and silky hair.

He smells like Mint and Vanilla with the occasional scent of bleach.

He gets flustered really easily.

Most likely would fall asleep on your shoulder

domestic bliss (jean kirschtein x reader)

note: i wholeheartedly blame tiktok for this idea but i’m not mad at all about it. also, i wrote this on my phone because the wifi went out but i wanted to publish it 😩🤚 enjoy reading and sobbing after because jean isn’t real

word count: 300

It was nine in the morning. Yet that didn’t stop Jean from belting out the lyrics of “More Than a Woman” by the Bee Gees while making an omelet.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this. Jean was a morning person — oddly enough — and he enjoyed making breakfast. The first time you stayed with him overnight had been quite a shock because he hadn’t seemed like the type to sing along to a meticulously curated Spotify playlist while cooking. Now, more than a year into your relationship and moving in together, you had gotten used to his morning shenanigans.

“Put on a shirt. You’re going to get burned.” You grumbled as you poured coffee into your favorite mug.

Jean paused singing and turned to you with a pout. “What? I thought you liked me shirtless.”

“Not when you’re standing next to a hot stove.” You eyed the flame and hot pan wearily. Cooking wasn’t one of your favorite activities. You only ever did it when necessary, and even then it would be rare to do so.

You watched as Jean suddenly put the spatula in his hand down and turned towards you.

“More than a woman to me,” he singed, wrangling the mug out of your hand and twirled you thrice around the small kitchen. He then clutched you close and hummed as the song continued in the background.

“I love you,” he said, squeezing you before releasing you with an apologetic gaze. “But breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.”

You laughed and watched him go back to the stove. Grabbing your coffee mug, you started to walk to the bedroom to get ready for the day and said over your shoulder: “Yeah, keep cooking. I might just be tempted to elope with you.”

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