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Birthday Boss (Aizawa Shouta x GN!Reader)

A/N: Yes, I know it’s not Aizawa’s birthday but i had this sitting in the drafts and i wanted to post it NOW.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Public sex, elevator sex, face-fucking, gagging, praise, cum swallowing, one (non-aggressive) slap, frosting, food play [?]

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Aizawa didn’t really care about having to work on his birthday, he was going out later for drinks with his friends and that was about it. He never thought his birthday was that special. However, what did piss him off was having to go out on patrol with you, his over-enthusiastic sidekick. He walked out of his office to see you waiting in your hero costume, he already knew the first thing out of your mouth was going to irritate him.

“Hey Birthday boy, blow out the candle!” you pulled a large cupcake with a singular candle in it from behind your back. He noticed the pattern in the frosting was shaped like his goggles.

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Hcs of Hawks flirting with his favorite civilian, who's always tongue tied when they're rescued by him because he's so dang handsome?

Hawks:

Jeez, he is so shameless. He isn’t afraid to flirt with you in front of any body or in any situation.

After his first encounter with you, he couldn’t get his mind off you.

The way you blushed and stuttered when he carried you in his arms after saving you made his heart melt. You were just so cute as you continued to thank him the whole time he had you in his arms, and he knew he was only making matters ‘worse’ for you as he kept complimenting you.

But could you really blame him?

Your red cheeks and meek expression just made his chest feel all warm inside. He was hooked.

After that, he’d keep his eye on you, not like in a stalker kind of way, but he just wanted to be there for you each and every time you seemed to be in trouble.

It didn’t matter if it was something trivial like a shoelace being undone, he’d swoop right in and help you tie it.

However, every time he came near you, he was all flirtations and compliments.

He’d have a new compliment for you each and every time he saw you, always giving you compliments on the simplest details about your appearance that would be so smooth you felt as though you would slip away on them.

After each compliment, he’d watch as you would fumble around your words, trying to thank him but only ending up mouthing off some jumbled words and eventually shutting up and trying to hide yourself behind your hands.

It was too cute for him to handle, but he wouldn’t stop.

Eventually, he got kind of physical after saving you, simply giving you a kiss on your hand and winking at you.

It had completely destroyed you. Your face went very red and you felt your knees buckle under you.

Hawks had expected you to mumble and stammer around your words cutely like you normal do, but this time he was in for a surprise.

“Why do you have to keep doing this to me? Don’t you know that girls get flustered when handsome guys talk to them?” You’d say, but would instantly put a hand infer your mouth at saying so.

Way to go, you just let one of the top ten heroes know that you think he’s handsome. Well played.

When Hawks just stared at you after you had said that,  expression unreadable, you wanted the world to break open and swallow you whole, the embarrassment of it all just making you want to disappear.

Before you could turn to leave and run off, he began to laugh, full and hearty.

His laughter only made your embarrassment grow, but it was soon squashed when you heard him talk.

“This is why You’re my favorite civilian. You’re a catch.” He said, giving you yet another wink that sent your heart sky bound.

Once again, you were reduced to a stuttering mess, trying to find the right words to say but nothing of sense coming out, Hawks watching you like a hawk with a smile.

“You’re too cute for your own good.”

I Won’t Let You Dance (Eunhyuk)

Type: Fluff

Request: Eunhyuk scenario where hes trying to practice choreography but his child won’t stop crying and being needy for him

“Daddy has practice” he whispered as he carried his half awake daughter to the practice room at SM. He carefully pulled his jacket off and laid her down onto it before he unzipped her diaper bag and pulled out her fluffy blanket covering her with it. He turned the music and set it as quietly as he could to hear. He started stretching, Hwayoung let out a whine as she rolled over. She rubbed her eyes before yawning as she drifted back off. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he smiled and started practicing the most recent choreography for an upcoming song. 

He glanced back over to see his daughter was sitting up she stood herself up using the mirror and stood there. Hwayoung let out a cry as she stood there watching her father dance. He stopped and sighed “Hwayoung I need to practice” he says as he scooped up the little one. She instantly calmed down as he held her. He sighed patting the 9 month old’s back keeping her calm by doing so. “I have to practice and you’re making it impossible” he mumbled as he bent down and put her back down. She whined as she took small steps towards him desperate for her father’s affections. “Hwayoung no not right now” he spoke sternly. She let out a cry as she fell onto her butt and threw herself onto the hardwood floor “Hwayoung!” he yelled worried she hurt her head with her actions. She just cried and he rushed over picking her up thinking she actually hurt herself before she sighed laying against him. He sighed patting her bottom knowing he lost the battle right there.

After a few minutes he had placed his daughter in a baby wrap as she was now cuddled close to his chest. “Why couldn’t you continue napping?” he asked quietly as he bounced letting her stay close to him.

The door opened as the other members came in “I guess you haven’t been working on the choreography?” Heechul asks as Eunhyuk made a face as he continued to bounce “I was going to try to dance but I don’t want to sweat all over Hwayoung” he told them. “So she’ll just sweat all over you” Yesung comments. As Eunhyuk’s little girl could sweat up a storm while she slept.

“Should have left her at home” Shindong hummed “my wife isn’t home for like a week. She’s on a business trip” he tells them. “I’m watching her” he says. “Just practice at home” Leeteuk tells him as Eunhyuk nodded he rushed over to his jacket and slide it on before picking up the blanket and laid it over Hwayoung grabbing the bag. “Thank you and sorry” he says to his friend as he headed off. He smiled lightly as he stood in the elevator. Hwayoung was happily out against him.

why does this one shot of donghae in the skip beat drama radiate so much nakamoto yuta energy

yeah i know quarantine has me like “kylie we read skip beat way back when and we like SJ why have we not watched this fucking drama yet we should do it NOW”

like. what the flying f u c k

was yuta a skip beat fan who watched the taiwanese live action version and came into SM being like “YEAH I WANNA SING AND LOOK LIKE DONGHAE” ??

we are also just not going to speak about that one time kwanghee straight up overshared and said the doctor told him he’d die if he went through plastic surgery to look like donghae during suju’s most recent episode of weekly idol

falling in crayolove;  (kindergartenteacher!taehyung)

✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other

✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!  

✎ wordcount: 10.5k

✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.  

✎ note: okay LOOK before you get into reading, this isn’t technically a full fic! this is what happens when you cross a full fic and a baby drabble = this is a BABY FIC which explains why the word count is much smaller compared to the usual! (ps i will probably?? be writing more baby fics for characters such as garbageman!tae or.,,. oTher characters that i can’t think of right now lmao) i was originally going to leave kindergarten!tae as it was and i was just going to continue to write baby drabbles for him but i felt like he deserved a fic?? buT then i was conflicted because his original drabble literally already tells us the full story and i was like ok.,. what else is there to say.,,. sweats,,.. anyways this is what i ended up with! in case you were wondering, yES the original drabble is included in this fic since it’s a crucial part of the story and it would have been a waste to not use it but if you don’t want to read that you’re welcome to just skiP on over to the end lol. also emma is four years old and tae is a pre-kindergarten teacher because i changed my MIND - enjoy!!

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or emma or tae u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

ah, yes.  

to be young and i-

“i’m pregnant?!”

the reason why you came to the doctors today was because you thought you had some sort of stomach flu

at first it wasn’t a big deal

but then it started getting worse and you literally thought you had a parasite from eating at that dingy sushi place and you were mad at jin for like a week because it was hIs idea to go there and it’s not fair that hE didn’t get an upset tummy >:-(

jin reminded you that he warNed you about the sea urchin and you responded by smacking the back of his head

you have to admit

it is relieving to know that there isn’t a dangerous parasite living inside of you and feasting on your organs

it’s a,.,. ???

how would one describe a baby as a parasite

a perfectly natural parasite living inside of you!

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