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[tu1ipz-h3admate-p4cks]

Kidcore/Scene(core)/Decora headmate pack; medium length; not requested

general notes: long post, pink links lead to Pinterest, eyestrain (a lot of neons), possible eyestrain (when looking at pink text), possible eyestrain (when clicking links; a lot of neons), may not be screen reader friendly (links and colored text), needs ID for faceclaims and moodboard, headmate may not form perfectly

personal notes: I put a lot of xenogenders since i felt like it fit scene. same goes for pronouns.

name:: Blue , Moss , Spring

age:: 16 (agere: 5-11)

species:: human

gender:: xenoboy , rainbowalygender , rainbowbubblerainic , rainbowgender , rainbowtoxic , echokiddic , arcadecarpetian , rainbowgummyic , gummywormid , crayola gender , clearbouncyballic , rainbowcatterpillargender , glitterbouncyball-gender , sourbeltgender , friendrawgender , rainbowloombandic , rainbowglossic , ravecatgender , waterglassgender , glitterjellybraceletic , stickerhoardic , :3thing , cantabic , handsupic , sodikken gender , colorful teddybear xenogender , hypergender , sillystringic , scenething , weirdkidgender , x3 gender , rainbowscemogender , silly gender , kidcoric , glittergender , rainbowcantabic , rainbowoverloadcoric , rainbowgender , sourcandygender , kandistimmic , rainbowstarnecklaceic , sourpatchgender , wiggleslug gender , cringeXDcoric , 🌈+🌈gender , glitterrainbowic , kandigender , candyravergender , scenebandzic , cringecoreic , scenekid gender , rainbowstickerpackgender , scenix , sillybandzic , sceneboy , scenebowic

sexuality:: pansexual

pronouns:: they / them , he / him , it / its , scene / scenes , scene / core , core / cores , rainbow / rainbows , rain / bow , sticker / stickers, color / colors , bubble / bubbles , bub / bles , spring / springs , 🌈 / 🌈s , 🖍️ / 🖍️s , 🎒 / 🎒s , 🧸 / 🧸s

roles:: comforter , jester , ADHD holder (ADHD ppl only!) or energetic

emojis:: 🌈 , 🖍️ , 🎒 , 🧸 , 🦋 , 🧃 , 🫧

info:: bubbly teen that wants to befriend everyone. extroverted and very outgoing. tries to cheer everyone up whenever possible

hobbies: kandi , music , drawing

credits!

faceclaim: one | two

moodboard: 1 2 3 | 4 5 6 | 7 8 9

[tinidior]

Can I request Blue beetle (young justice or otherwise) with a shy about regressing little? 🥺🙏🏻

𝒮 YNOPS𝑖S,ㅤㅤCaregiver! Jaime Reyes , Little! Reader

͏𝒘. ͏ ͏͏ Jaime Reyes ᡴꪫ ( 24 ) Fluff

💬 ─ He doesn't understand it at first , and Khaji REALLY isn't a good help at all

💬 ─ But once you explain , he really wants to help

💬 ─ He's kind of an awkward caregiver first ,, sweet nonetheless !

💬 ─ He gets the hang of it soon enough !

💬 ─ Khaji takes a WHILE longer to , but eventually he does too

💬 ─ Would either take a parental or a big sib role !!

💬 ─ Khaji takes the omnipresent being cg role /silly

💬 ─ Sometimes , whenever he can , he'll buy you little plushies or other gifts !

💬 ─ May or may not buy you Blue Beetle memorabilia

💬 ─ Don't tell Milagro he does she'll make fun of him ..

💬 ─ He likes to call you little bug for .. obvious reasons

💬 ─ Lenient with rules

💬 ─ Khaji calls you a little monster cause he thinks it's funny

💬 ─ Mostly because he forgets the majority of them

💬 ─ Khaji is NOT and he does not forget

💬 ─ Still the sweetest ever tho

💬 ─ They love you <3 You just gotta give them a second to catch up at first ♡

💬 ─ When you're shy about it , they try realllyy hard to coax you into it

💬 ─ In kinda subtle ways !

💬 ─ Maybe specifically giving you tiny snacks , calling you names that are just on the edge of regression nicknames

💬 ─ They want you to feel comfortable enough !

💬 ─ Lots of reassurances .. so many

💬 ─ Definitely lots of cuddling when needed

💬 ─ Or loads of energy and playing!

[ruruumin]

request info.

i am open to requests! my only tos is that these will be written as headcanons and nsfw is not allowed.

i only write for two characters: kazuha & alhaitham. sorry to anyone wanting me to write other characters!

[soov]

CUSTOM-MADE。 yang jungwon

fem reader & fashion student jungwon ᗢ 15OO words ━━ fluff ꕀ college!au, situationship, repost ⌗ WARNiNGS pet names, kissing, suggestive (?)

“Do you like it?”

The black pen that was being spun around between Jungwon���s fingers stopped its movements as he held it with a bit too much force. He tilted his head towards you and chuckled sweetly, “Love it, even. Give me a twirl?”

Doing as he requested, you smiled bashfully like every other time you tried on his pieces. “Feels a bit awkward to breathe in this shirt, Won. The right side’s too tight.” You took wary steps towards him, fiddling with the ends of the miniskirt carefully so as not to prickle your finger with the pins.

He hurried to your side with his measuring tape in hand, “Really? It looks perfect on you.” Jungwon frowned, worrying more about your comfort than having to redo the shirt.

“Yeah, but I don’t think you need to adjust it.” You commented as his tape encircled your ribs. You had to suck in a breath when he playfully squeezed your side to ease you up. “Did you wash it? The cotton could’ve shrunk.”

“Mm, yeah, I did. Must be it.” He nodded and wrote down your measurements before approaching you again with a cheeky grin.

Jungwon grabbed your hands into his soft ones and guided you to the studio’s mirror. “Look at you.” He went behind you so you’d have a better view of yourself. “You look so beautiful in this set.”

And he wasn’t lying when he said that. He had been working on the beige blazer, plaid skirt, and snug shirt for the past few weeks. Jungwon felt incredibly happy with the outcome and how it fits your body; after all, he knew it like the back of his hand, and it would be surprising if something — apart from the minor washing incident — went wrong.

”You’re flattering me too much, Won. You should be proud of yourself first.” Staring at your attire, you did your best not to react to how he wrapped you up in his arms, his broad chest glued to your back.

“Oh, I am. I’m getting better, right? But I’m not flattering you enough.” Jungwon spoke lightly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You look stunning. It would be a sin not to praise how gorgeous you look in it.”

You looked away from the mirror at how vocal the fashion student was. It was common to see him make a few nice comments and go back to grumbling about how he should’ve used a different kind of fabric, not kiss the ground you walked on.

His caresses, on the other hand, were too familiar, even when you two were stuck in a weird friendship with lover benefits. You didn’t mind it when one of you snuck a quick kissing session between his sewing and clothing adjustments, which also seemed to be his subtle plan for the day.

Jungwon dipped his nose to your neck, right before the collar of your blazer started, “I have a new project for my next class. Might make you that dress you wanted so much.” The boy mumbled, lazily pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck.

Holding the strong arms that were around your stomach, you tilted your head back to give him more access and gasped happily, “Really? You’re not joking, right?”

“Of course not.” He let out a small laugh and the sound reverberated against your skin. His plump lips pressed to the sensitive spot under your ear for a few seconds before pulling away. “You’ve been my model since senior year, I need to start making more of the clothes you want.”

The promise was so simple and stupid, but you still turned to latch yourself onto him.

“You’re the best, did you know that?” You cupped his cheeks and pecked his whole face, to which he replied with a satisfied, wolfish grin.

After your kisses landed on every possible place but his favorite one, Jungwon raised his index and meekly tapped his mouth. “Missed a spot.” He reminded you cheekily with his eyebrows raised.

His tap on his lips made you laugh, happiness bubbling inside you. Jungwon didn’t even bother to move his eyes elsewhere when you caught his gaze, maintaining eye contact for as much as possible.

You took a moment to drink in the sight of him as he did to you. His bangs fell perfectly just above his eyes, and his mouth curled up in a beam. He looked so cute when he was excited — you could see the stars in his irises just from knowing he’d get a kiss. Unhurriedly, you leaned in, your hands still cradling his face, and pressed your lips to his.

The act was tender and quite desperate, but there was no one to blame except the three weeks when the boy had been cooped up in his studio. Jungwon’s lips were so sweet that you swore you were going to get a cavity just from the kiss.

He was getting so lost into you, nearly whining as his hands squeezed your body, head dizzy. But then, almost as if afraid of crossing an invisible line, Jungwon pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. His eyelids were still closed, his breathing uneven, and you could feel his nervousness in the way he held you.

“Relax,” you soothed despite digging your fingers into his strong triceps.

He responded with another hum, his palms slipping under the fabric of the shirt he had made, his fingers brushing against your warm skin. The tailor trailed his mouth along your cheeks, up to your temples, the sensation littering your skin in goosebumps.

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face as he mumbled, “You’re everything to me.”

Truth be told, he wanted to be yours, needed you, but didn’t dare to voice it. The fear of crossing this fine line, the fear of trying something new, held him back. Instead, he let his actions speak for him.

Repeatedly, Jungwon pecked you and leaned back with a kissy face. Then, with a soft chuckle, he said, “I guess I should finish adjusting the shirt.”

“Yeah, you should,” still a bit dazed, you agreed, though part of you wished you could stay like this forever.

As he went back to work, measuring and pinning with a focused look on his face, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to touch him. You moved closer again, your fingers brushing against his as he adjusted a pin. Jungwon glanced up, catching your loving eyes on him.

He smiled, a soft and genuine smile that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. ”Thanks for being my muse,” he said quietly.

You took in the sight of him so close, his features soft in the dim light of the studio. The curve of his nose, how his thick eyebrows arched highly, and his feline-like eyes that crinkled with his beam, all didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Jungwon…” You whispered, not even sure what you wanted to say. No words felt adequate.

“I…” The tailor began, but his tongue seemed to fail him too. Instead, he cupped your jaw with his nimble fingers, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin in a gesture so careful it made your heart ache.

There were so many things you wanted to say, try and ask why you didn’t just get together, or why you were being so hesitant, but it was obvious that none of you had the answer for it.

While you leaned into his touch, you murmured a question, “What are we doing?”

Jungwon’s thumb stilled on your cheek as he pondered over your puzzle. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “I... seriously don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Jungwon’s palm slid from your cheek to your neck, creating a path down to your collarbone. The touch was almost imperceptible, however, your breath hitched at the sensation. He seemed to be remembering the feeling of you after being too busy with his projects.

Your own hands moved on their own accord, one slipping to his nape, the other resting on his chest, feeling the quick beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

Neither of you spoke, but you could sense how the other wanted to open their mouth and address the elephant in the room.

Finally, unable to stay quiet any longer, your lips brushed against his once more in a kiss, filled with all the emotions you couldn’t put into words. Jungwon let out a soft groan, his hands tightening on your lower waist as he tugged you closer.

It was different from the previous one — not as urgent, but an attempt to communicate wordlessly. The boy backed you into sitting on his desk, knocking some of his precious utensils off to make you space and ensure your comfort. In all honesty, he couldn’t care less about them.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless. Jungwon’s pupils were completely blown, his gaze holding yours in a silent question.

You smiled, fingers brushing through his messy hair. “We’ll figure it out,” you assured, “one piece of clothing at a time.”

Jungwon nodded with an amused laugh at your dumb joke. “Yeah,” he agreed softly. “One piece of clothing at a time.”

𔓕　LETTERS FROM REi ━━ i always wanted a brother is such a goated song

2024 © SOOV

[kaysaudiiz]

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ָ 𖦹 Tw :: idk hell ۪ ࣪

【 ➣ if you're a minor, don't interact but if you do I don't care if you get in trouble that's your fault, and I'm not responsible for the stuff you watch. 】

ᗢ : many people have requested a sunsun audio so your getting a dom sunoo that fucks sub hoonies pretty hole ¡

Ik you sexy ppl were waiting on me to post SOOO sorry baby

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[yourislandgirl]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ INDIRECTLY ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊ pt 3 || 박성훈 x fem!reader || smau

pt 1 .. pt 2 .. pt 4 .. pt 5 .. fin.

continuation as requested by @wonietree

summary: your best friend reveals his desire to ask you to prom without actually asking you to prom..

genres: fluff, crack, non-idol!sunghoon x reader, promposal season, best friends to lovers, ft. the rest of enha + mentions of isa

warnings: swearing/cursing, attempts at humour, ynhoon being dense as fuck, i’m not american so i don’t understand prom culture (everything i know is from movies/shows), slight crude humour at one point (by heeseung)

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a.n: almost done with this small smau !! this is actually a lot of fun to write and come up w haha also introducing yn’s priv ??

taglist: @oceanstide — @sheepsgf — @itsrinsdrs — @enjakey — @rynnest

2025 © yourislandgirl

[starb3rrys]

Can I request pt 2 of the stuck in a tight space with Ranpo, Dazai, and chuuya?

Hello! Thank you for the request! I’m pleased to see that so many people liked my “A Tight Fit~” head-canons! I got a lot of requests for a part 2 with different characters so I will respond to this one and just tag the rest (Sorry-). Anyways, I hope you enjoy these head-canons! <3

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A Tight Fit~ ❀Part 2❀

Ft. Ranpo, Dazai, Chuuya, Fukuzawa

✾Part 1✾

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Ranpo

Scenario: Ranpo had deduced that a criminal hideout was located in an old abandoned coal mine. You had accompanied Ranpo on his investigation as his “Bodyguard” of sorts, in case anything went down hill…and sure enough, something did.

**THUD**, the loud sound of your two bodies falling and crashing together filled the dark mine, the ground underneath you had crumbled, causing the two of you to fall into a small, cramped hole.

“Ugh…my head…”, Ranpo said with a pained and annoyed tone.

You opened your eyes but were faced with pitch darkness, “I can’t see anything…”

Ranpo scoffed, “Well of course captain obvious, the force of the fall caused the flashlight to go out, it also caused you to fall on top of me.”, he was clearly annoyed with the current situation.

You tried to move, but stoped as you heard a quiet groan leave Ranpo’s lips.

You were confused, was he hurt?

“Hey Ranpo, Are you alrig-“ “Don’t move.”, he cut you off with a stern tone.

You were stunned, you didn’t understand why his tone suddenly changed, “What? Wh-“, you froze as you felt something under you, something hard was poking you.

You knew exactly what it was.

The realization made you blush profusely, you jumped up in surprise.

Another groan left Ranpo as you landed back on his lap, his hands gripped your hips to keep you still.

“I said don’t move.”, his voice sounded annoyed but you could hear a hint of embarrassment.

You sat still on him, flushed and embarrassed at your current position, how were you going to get out of here? You can’t move, there’s no light, you can’t just stay like this forever…

The flashlight beside you flickered, and the light revealed your current position.

As you looked down, you were faced with Ranpo’s expression; his cheeks were flushed, eyes were open, as his hair was sprawled on the floor messily, an annoyed yet embarrassed frown was plastered on his face.

“Grab on to that rock above you and try to climb out.”, Ranpo spoke with a stern voice, letting go of your hips.

You snapped out of your trance and quickly nodded, you did as he asked and eventually made it out of the hole.

“Now pull me out.”, Ranpo instructed with a quiet tone as he stretched his hand up so you could take a hold of it.

You took his hand and pulled him out, he was surprisingly lightweight…

Once you two stood up and brushed off your clothes, you looked at each other, blush still decorated your cheeks…

“Ranpo I-“, “Let’s postpone this investigation…”, he said quietly as he turned away and started walking, you quickly followed behind as you both made your way out of the cave.

You swear you could see a soft pout on his face as you both walked silently.

You two never spoke of that incident again, often avoiding each others gaze. Although he’ll never admit it, he loved the feeling of you on top of him and would give anything to feel you like that again…

Dazai

Scenario: You and Dazai were a troublemaking duo who often would prank others and cause mischief just for the hell of it. So it was a surprise to no one as you two ran across the agency building, trying to escape a furious Kunikida who didn't seem too pleased with you messing around with his notebook. In a split second decision, Dazai pulled you into a small, dark, and cramped storage room, shutting the door and covering your mouth.

“Mmm?!”, you let out a muffled noise of confusion, as a strong hand covered your mouth.

“Shh...”, Dazai spoke, and you looked up; your eyes meeting Dazais, the silence broke as you two let out a quiet snicker.

As the quiet laughter ceased, you moved Dazai's hand away from your mouth, “Do you think he saw us hiding in here?”, you whispered.

“I doubt it, we are way faster than he is.”, he whispered back.

“He looked so mad!”, you said with a faint giggle.

“I know! I'm pretty sure I saw him foaming at the mouth!”, Dazai muttered with an amused tone.

Quiet footsteps could be heard down the hall...

Dazais hand swiftly returned to your mouth, keeping you quiet.

You scooted closer to Dazai, your chest pressing against his, trying to avoid being close to the door-

“Mnh...’, a low moan left Dazais lips, your eyes widened at the noise.

You slowly looked up at Dazai with confused eyes, his face flushed in embarrassment as your eyes met.

At first, you didn't understand what he was groaning about- that's when you felt it...a soft poke against your crotch.

Your face burned red at the realization, you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as the footsteps grew closer.

Your breath hitched as the footsteps stopped right in front of the door, a shadow could be seen under the door.

Dazais arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, making you both groan.

You both slapped each other's hands on one anothers mouth to shut each other up, you both stared at each other, wide eyed and not knowing what to do or say...you were both close...so close...

The door swung open, startling the two of you, quickly letting go of each other, “THERE YOU TWO ARE! I OUGHTA BREAK YOUR NECKS!!”, Kunikida yelled.

No snarky comment left Dazais lips, nor yours as you both quietly walked out of the storage room.

“Uh?”, Kunikida was muddled as he saw the two of you just- walk out; uncharacteristically quiet, avoiding eye contact with each other, as flush decorated your faces.

“Jeez, What happened in there?”, Kunikida asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing.”, you both said with an embarrassed tone as you turned around and went your separate ways.

You both made an unspoken agreement to never mention what happened in that storage room, but you both sure as hell won't forget about it any time soon...

Chuuya

Scenario: It was a busy Monday morning, all of the port mafia employees ran around going on missions, conversing important information and such. Ironically, for a big, rich company- the port mafia’s elevators were pretty standard size, which did not work well with how many employees worked in the building. As you entered the elevator, a flood of employees entered as well, making the elevator pretty cramped…pressing you against a certain mafia executive…

“Oof”, you let out a soft grunt as your body collided with someone else’s.

You quickly turned around, “Agh, sorry…”, you mutter out an apology, your eyes widened as you finally saw who you bumped into.

The man brushed his vest off, “It’s fine, no worries the elevator is pretty cramped.”, Chuuya reassured you.

You quickly fixed your hair and looked down, avoiding eye contact, feeling a bit nervous standing in front of a higher up, especially one of the five port mafia executives…he could easily get you fired if he wanted t-.

Your thoughts were interrupted as another swarm of employees entered the elevator.

Everyone in front of you moved back to make more room, causing you to get pushed back against Chuuya.

Chests pressed tightly against each others as his hands instinctively found their way around your waist.

Chuuya held back a quiet moan, covering his mouth with his hand as his face turned as red as his hair…

You didn’t dare look at him as you felt his hands on you, you know it wasn’t on purpose…the elevator was just too cramped, yeah that’s all-

A soft poke by your crotch made your mind go blank, your eyes trailed down and you could see a small tent in his pants, clear as day.

Your mind ran 1000mph at this point, your heart skipping beats as you internally panicked.

**DING**, the elevator doors opened.

Chuuyas hands left your waist, snapping you out of your trance.

You turned and looked at Chuuya as he quickly walked out of the elevator, his hand tilted his hat down to cover his eyes but failed to cover the deep shade of red on his cheeks.

You were left alone in the elevator as his figure quickly disappeared amongst the crowd…

Though that interaction was short lived, it greatly affected the way you both viewed each other now…who knew you would have such a memorable experience with a port mafia executive?

Fukuzawa

Scenario: You and Fukuzawa were enjoying a nice stroll around Yokohama, the beautiful scenery only added to the peace and comfort you felt as you walked together. A soft meow caught the attention of you two, looking up, you saw a small cat stuck on a tree. You were both instantly struck with the need to help the poor kitten, which explains why you were now seated on Fukuzawas shoulders…

“A little more to the right!”, you instructed Fukuzawa as you tried your best to get closer to the kitten.

“Mm.” Fukuzawa nodded and did as you asked, slightly moving to the right.

“Okay stop! Keep steady…”, you spoke softly as your hands started moving forward towards the cat.

“Here kitty kitty, I won’t hurt you…let’s get you down.”, you said with a reassuring tone as you slowly reached for the cat.

“Be careful, don’t agitate it or make yourself seem like a threat.”, Fukuzawa said with his usual calm tone as he looked up at you; his hands firmly held your thighs, keeping you steady.

“Yeah yeah I know! I’m not going to agitate it, right little kitty-YAOWW!!”, a yelp left your lips as the cat swiped its claws, scratching you with a hiss.

In the midst of the attack, you lost your balance as your body squirmed atop of Fukuzawas shoulders, causing him to lose his footing as you both fell down.

You opened your eyes with a soft groan, “Ow…my head…Fukuzawa, are you okay?-“, you froze.

It seems when you both fell, you landed on his lap…straddling him as he laid on the ground.

His silver hair was sprawled on the grass as his soft blue eyes gazed up at you.

You were oddly mesmerized and couldn’t seem to look away, that’s until you felt something under you…faintly growing.

Within a split second, you got off his lap and stood up straight, your face was flushed as you bowed and apologized.

“I am so so so sorry! I didn’t do it on purpose I swear, I lost my balance and- it was the cats fault!!”, you rambled on apologies and excuses in a state of embarrassment.

Fukuzawa let out a soft chuckle then cleared his throat, “It is quite alright, no need to apologize.”, he said as he stood up, looking up at the cat.

“I do suppose it wants to stay up there, why not let it be?”, Fukuzawa softly smiled and walked the opposite way.

You felt a bit confused and still flushed, but relieved he didn’t seem to make a big deal of that…incident- you quickly caught up to him.

“I heard a new bakery opened up on this side of Yokohama…”, your conversation faded out as you both continued your lovely stroll.

Even though that incident was a bit lewd, you both decided to just forget about it and not let it come between your friendship…although- part of you still wonders if he liked it, considering how excited he got with just a small touch…

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I had huge writers block in coming up with scenarios since I didn’t want to just reuse the same old ones.

I wanted each scenario to represent the character well and such.

Thanks to some help from my friend, I was able to come up with these!

Anyways! As always, I hope you all enjoyed these head-cannons, love y’all!<3

Tag list: @wintersoldier-barnes @fyodorisbbg

[writingnightmare]

A/n: I think I might write a follow up to this, but I’m not sure. Fukuzawa is a character that always just draws me in, I didn’t even mean for it to be this long.

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Characters: Main - Yukichi Fukuzawa | Background - Ranpo Edogawa, Akiko Yosano, Doppo Kunikida

Content summary: Yukichi and office staff!reader [fem] slowly catch feelings for each other, Ranpo catches on and decides to play wingman with Yosano.

Warnings: None!

Tags: [SFW], Light![Fluff]

Word count: 1.9k

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The Butterflies of Affection - Yukichi Fukuzawa x Reader

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

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Denial was not something you associated with yourself. You were logical, organised, professional, you prided yourself on your work.

The first time you truly noticed it, you were ferrying important paperwork to your boss, low heels clicking across the floor as you hauled the mammoth mound of paperwork. He watched subtly, metallic blue eyes peering through his hair every few moments as he wrote on the document before him, the actions going unnoticed by you. You laid the paper onto his desk, before hurrying away once more, ready to collect the remainder of the pile, before his voice stopped you.

“Y/N, don’t rush.” It was only a few words, but the fact he took a moment to ensure you weren’t overburdening yourself was touching. You paused, glancing back with a light smile directed at the man, nodding slightly.

“It’s no bother sir, I’ll be back with the second half in a moment.” He nodded, looking back to his paperwork as you made your way back into the office. Fukuzawa had never been unpleasant to you at any stage, if anything, he was exceptionally kind, even if he was a man of few words. You grew to enjoy his quiet company, finding comfort in the silence.

As you walked back into the office, he looked up at you once more, the corner of his mouth pulling up in an ever so subtle smile; if you hadn’t known the man for over two years, you would have missed it. You set down the papers once more, meeting his eyes with a sense of accomplishment. “I have the case files organised by completion date as you requested, instead of by detective. Hopefully that makes it a bit easier for you sir- oh! And before I forget, I did some light editing to Dazai’s work, just in regard to spelling.” He hummed, giving a slight nod in acknowledgement.

“Y/n, thank you. I appreciate the work you do greatly.” There it was, that childish giddiness you had been feeling recently around the man. You were too old to be feeling such things, you were simply appreciative of his acknowledgement. Yes, that’s all it was. Sure, you had been noticing how your heart sped up every time he offered a small smile, or how every compliment he gave felt like it meant so much more to you, but that was simply because he was your boss after all. Everyone got nervous with their boss, it was completely normal.

In spite of shoving the feeling to the depths of your mind, they seemed to become ever more present in your work life.

“Ranpo, you really must eat something,” you insisted, collecting the glass bottles that littered the Lead Detective’s desk as he spun on his chair. His glasses frames sat proudly on his face as he spiralled into a whirlwind of thoughts, legs crossed and face focused.

“I don’t want to eat, I want a good case,” he whined, leaning back in exasperation, his head tipping backwards and hat dropping onto the floor. You smiled lightly, observing the boy affectionately. You walked to the bin, letting the bottles clatter into it, their clinking sounding almost pretty, despite the boy groaning behind you. “Everything has been so boring lately, Y/n.”

“It can’t be helped, sometimes life slows down unexpectedly in this city, you know that.” He grumbled, knowing full well that you were right, but still. It did nothing to quell the devastating boredom he was experiencing, nor the annoyance he felt. “But if you don’t eat soon, you’ll feel particularly unwell, and then you won’t be able to solve the interesting cases when they do come back around.”

“She has a point, Ranpo.” You looked up at the unexpected voice, blinking in surprise as Fukuzawa moved into the room. “You must look after yourself.”

“But I-“

“Come, I will buy you lunch,” he stated, causing the black haired detective’s eyes to spark up brightly. His head snapped up, a slight smile on his face at the offer. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. No matter what Fukuzawa had offered, or how much of it, Ranpo would always get excited at anything the man gave him. You were aware of their close bond, but seeing the boy’s reactions in person simply made it much more evident.

“Can we get donuts?”

“That isn’t enough to sustain you,” he lectured, drawing an overdramatic groan from Ranpo, but the boy jumped up anyway, walking towards the door.

“I guess,” he drawled out, before glancing back at you, looking between yourself and the President. “Are you coming, Y/n?” You shook your head, smiling as you turned to face him.

“I have a lot of work to do unfortunately, and I’d hate to fall behind.” Ranpo simply looked at Fukuzawa, who was staring intently at you, before shrugging.

“Y/n, you should come,” he stated, arms crossed in front of his body. Happiness bloomed at his offer, but you quickly pushed it down, swallowing as you laughed lightly, waving him off. He seemed to slowly be becoming more relaxed around you, but his face gave nothing away either way.

“While I would love to, I really shouldn’t-“

“You are ahead on your workload, I insist you join us.” And that was how you ended up joining the pair on lunch, hands clasped in front of your form. The pair indulged in lunch together regularly, at least twice a week Fukuzawa would usher Ranpo out of the office, insisting he eat something more than candy. Occasionally your coworkers would join them, but you could never find time to join yourself, head buried in paperwork no matter who nagged you. The fact that Fukuzawa had managed to convince you seemed to be a miracle in of itself.

Over time, it became a recurring theme at the agency, the detectives watching as Fukuzawa walked into the office, lips turned upwards with the smallest hint of a smile. It was the same thing twice a week, insisting you take a break, you’d done more than enough after all, and you could never find it in yourself to say no. It wasn’t exactly a secret that the pair of you were fond of each other, the space between you both seeming to grow ever closer as days turned to weeks, then months.

The small touch you left on his shoulder when you delivered the case files, the way his eyes seemed to be ever so slightly more gentle when he spoke to you, it didn’t take long for Ranpo to catch on to the changes in both parties behaviours. He sat at his desk, chewing on a piece of candy as Kunikida worked intensely at his desk, Yosano sorting the files of her latest case. He stared at you both through the doorway, ankles crossed as he leant back on his hands.

“You see it too, right?” Yosano looked up, following Ranpo’s eyes. Her purple eyes landed on your smiling form, desperately clutching onto your files and folders as Fukuzawa spoke. His voice was too hushed to hear in the office, but she could quickly tell what was happening in the scene unfolding before her. The way the president reached over, gripping onto the ends of the paperwork in your arms, lightly trying to pull it from your grasp. Amusement danced across his features at your obvious protests, your voice also hushed as you tried to maintain your ownership of the folders. “They’re behaving differently.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the President so… light hearted,” she added, drawing Kunikida’s attention as she grinned. She looked over at Ranpo, eyebrow raised as the man hummed, deep in thought. “What’s your thoughts, Ranpo?”

“They’re clearly experiencing affection for each other,” he observed clinically, drawing a light laugh from the Doctor.

“It appears so.”

“You think? I don’t see it,” Kunikida muttered, adjusting his glasses.

“You don’t? He’s in there every second day, inviting her for lunch, not accepting a no. I can’t recall the last time the President was so…persistent. And you should see how she looks at him when she brings in his documents. I’ve never seen her look that way at any of us,” she stated, Kunikida humming in acknowledgement as he sat back.

“Actually, now that you mention it, the President thought she was sick last week. When he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone go so red before. I just figured Y/n was sick from overworking herself…”

Ranpo’s mind was settled on that day. If you two would interact like such at work, but never see each other out of work, he would simply have to ensure it happened.

One day Ranpo stopped Fukuzawa and yourself at the elevator, sucking on a lollipop as he stared at the man, face blank. Yosano and Kunikida watched on from a few metres behind him, intrigued by the apparent stand off.

“I’m not coming today,” he stated plainly, watching as Fukuzawa raised his eyebrows in silent question. Ranpo shrugged, turning his head away as your brow pinched in confusion, eyes dancing his form in concern.

“Are you feeling okay, Ranpo,” you asked lightly, drawing his eyes back.

“I don’t feel well, isn’t that right, Yosano,” he called, twisting the candy in his mouth. Fukuzawa’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, observing the man curiously. His complexion was fine, his behaviour was normal, and he certainly wasn’t loudly announcing his complaints of his illness as he normally would do. Why would he lie about such a thing?

Yosano nodded, hurrying over with a smile, more than willing to assist her close colleague’s plan. “Yes, he’s caught a stomach bug, it’s a shame,” she stated, standing behind Ranpo. Your brow pinched further, perplexed by their behaviour. Fukuzawa clocked onto them quickly, a quiet sigh leaving him, but a smile gracing his lips nonetheless.

“I see, well that’s okay, we can go tomorrow-!”

“No, you should definitely go today,” Yosano stated, ushering you both into the open elevator. You tried to protest, but were merely silenced by their goodbyes and the closing doors. You stood there for a moment in silence, feeling the elevator shift underneath you, before Fukuzawa broke the quiet air.

“If you would still like to, I’d more than enjoy to have lunch with you, Y/n,” he offered, watching as you looked back quickly, face flushed and expression tentative at his offer. He was calm as ever, but you could spot a hint of colour near the tips of his ears.

“I wouldn’t wish to make you uncomfortable, sir. As your employee it would be rather improper of me, and I wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression,” you rambled, but he only hummed as the doors opened, his hand resting on the small of your back to guide you out. You swore the butterflies that bloomed under his touch would surely be the death of you.

“What do you mean by the wrong impression?” You paused for a moment, collecting your words carefully before you spoke, the man waiting patient as ever.

“Well, it may appear as a date to onlookers, and I wouldn’t want to tarnish your name.”

“Well yes, it would be a date. I would hope it would appear as such. If you are so inclined to join me.” You stood there, processing his words, a genuine smile on his lips as he waiting once more. His presence was never pressuring for you, if anything, it only made you feel more comfortable as you laughed lightly, the situation clicking in your mind.

“Well, in such case I would love to join you sir.”

“Please, called me Yukichi.”

Songs I listened to whilst writing:

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[markiemelon]

chewing gum

genre fluff ! no warnings

pairings jisung x gn!reader

— 1:23 pm ˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

you’d had your eye on this cute boy in your class for a while now.

park jisung was the boy that everyone had an eye for. he was good looking, smart, funny, sweet, and he always shared his gum.

“jisung, can i have some gum” somebody asked, then another, and another.

you didn’t really see the appeal of jisung’s gum, but you were curious to understand. you approached the crowd of people surrounding the popular boy’s desk, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the class celebrity. after a minute of staring, you built up the courage to say something. “can…” you stuttered. “i have a piece of gum?”

your sudden interruption took the attention away from jisung and heads turned to face you.

jisung raised his eyebrows at your request. “sorry. im all out.” he regretted to tell you.

your face was pink with embarrassment and you slowly backed yourself away from the table, so the group just went back to talking. “so jisung. do you like anybody?”

“yeah, i do, actually.” he responded.

hearing that, you figured you should just give up on him now before you try too hard and get hurt.

the next morning you walked into class and you couldn’t believe what was sitting on your desk. it was a stick of jisung’s gum. you gently lifted it up and unfolded it, and there was something written on it.

the inside of the wrapper read:

yn, sorry i didnt have any gum for you yesterday… i hope this makes up for it.

- jisung

you couldn’t stop smiling. you looked around the room to spot jisung, and you found him already smiling at you from his desk.

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t look at jisung without feeling shy.

the next morning you walked into class to see yet another shiny wrapper on top of your desk.

you immediately went to open it up, and you found another message inside:

will you go out with me?

no = ignore this

yes = blow a bubble

- jisung ♡

as much as your heart was fluttering, you started to panic. you’ve never been able to blow bubbles with your gum, and it seems like jisung was expecting a response soon. he was eying you from his desk on the other side of the room, you even made eye contact with him. you just smiled awkwardly, tucked the wrapper into your bag and popped the gum into your mouth.

the gum was flavorless at this point, but you still had to blow that bubble. at the end of the day, you hadn’t figured it out yet, but jisung approached you.

“hi yn.”

“hi.”

“sorry if I made you uncomf-”

“jisung.”

“—yeah?”

“how do i blow a bubble?”

he smiled.

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[lupineshieldmaiden]

art by glen martin taylor ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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[onlygirlaliveinnyc]

sit pretty [18+] ✰

pairing: 90s!liam gallagher x reader genre: smut !!, neddy!dom!liam word count: 1301 warnings: mentions of liam/reader being high, oral—fem receiving, oral fixation, overstimulation, light power play, minors dni ! summary: liam makes you say it. then makes you take it. needy, high, and starved for your cunt. a/n: based of anons request, i hope you like it !! in other news my uni semester is over so i should be able to pump out fics between work yay yay ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

the room was thick with smoke, soft music humming low somewhere in the background. liam was lying back, half-drunk and higher than hell, voice lazy, rambling about some nonsense from a tour long gone. you weren’t listening. not really.

all you could do was watch him — the curve of his nose, the pink plush of his lips, how his heavy-lidded eyes found you in every lull. he looked wrecked already, sprawled and stoned and so fucking pretty you could’ve cried.

you sat beside him, fingers twisting the hem of his shirt, heart thudding uneven and loud in your chest. you’d been thinking about it all night — wanting to say it, feeling it press hot against your ribs like a secret you couldn’t quite spit out.

“come on, baby,” liam murmured suddenly, voice like velvet soaked in smoke. he leaned closer, lips brushing your cheek. “what’s got you so quiet? don’t be shy. tell me what you want.”

you glanced at him, then away. your skin buzzed with nerves and weed and want, everything slow and heightened, like time had blurred at the edges.

he tilted his head, one eyebrow cocked, the corner of his mouth tugging up in that lazy, knowing smirk. “you’ve been starin’ at me for ages, love. what is it?”

your eyes dropped to his mouth again — parted just slightly, wet from his tongue. soft and swollen and maddening.

he caught the look, caught the shift in your breath.

“that it?” he said, voice dipping. “you been thinkin’ about my mouth?”

your face went hot. you laughed, soft and sheepish. “sort of.”

liam leaned in slow, the bridge of his nose grazing your jaw, lips ghosting over your skin. “sort of, she says,” he echoed, grinning. “come on, pet. don’t play coy. just tell me.”

your throat tightened. you could feel his breath on your neck, warm and sweet with hash and beer, and you wanted to bury yourself in him.

“i… wanna try somethin’,” you whispered. “feels stupid.”

he leaned back, eyes dark and slow and hazy, fingers dragging up your bare thigh like he already knew.

“not gonna think it’s stupid,” he said. “not when you’re lookin’ at me like that.”

you hesitated. the words caught — half-shy, half-strangled.

“i wanna…” you murmured, thighs pressing together. “sit on your face.”

liam blinked once, then smiled, wide and crooked and pleased as sin. “fuckin’ hell.”

he sat up like he was possessed, already mouthing at your body through your shirt, kissing up your ribs, voice muffled and reverent. “why didn’t you say that sooner, baby?”

you bit your lip, breath shaky. “i dunno… it just feels— i feel weird about it.”

he looked up at you, serious now. “you ever feel weird about wantin’ me?”

“no,” you said quickly. “just… i don’t know.”

he kissed your hipbone, firm. “then shut up and get on me.”

your breath caught.

“pants off,” he added, rougher now. “off. come on. get ’em off.”

you stood, shaky with adrenaline, fumbling your jeans down your legs, underwear joining them in a heap on the floor. you could feel the weight of his stare, heavy and slow, searing every inch of your bare skin.

“closer,” he said, voice wrecked. “you’re not fuckin’ shy with me, remember?”

you climbed back onto him, straddling his chest, before moving up to his head and hovering just above his mouth, hands braced on the arm of the couch.

he narrowed his eyes. “quit takin’ the piss.”

you opened your mouth — to stall, to apologize, to say something — but he didn’t give you the chance.

his hands clamped around your thighs and dragged you down.

your gasp turned into a moan, high and ragged, as his tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your cunt. filthy. deliberate. starving.

his grip didn’t ease. if anything, it tightened — fingers digging in, keeping you locked in place when your hips twitched up.

“nah,” he growled against you, voice thick and wet. “you’re stayin’ right fuckin’ here.”

he licked you open again, tongue hot and firm, teasing and deep. the tip of his nose bumped your clit and you jolted, thighs trembling as you tried to lift, overwhelmed.

but he held you fast. devoured you.

“fuck, liam,” you gasped, rocking instinctively, every brush of his tongue sparking behind your eyes.

he moaned into you like he was getting drunk on it, rutting helplessly up into the air. his cock was straining beneath you through his jeans — solid and desperate, grinding for relief he wasn’t going to take.

you reached behind you blindly, fumbling for his belt — anything, something — but the moment your hand brushed the buckle, he slapped it away.

“no,” he rasped. “don’t touch me. not yet. not till you come.”

you whimpered, thighs shaking around his head, slick dripping down his chin.

he pressed you down harder, like he wanted to suffocate there — like this was his, and he’d earned it.

his tongue slid up again, lapping, sucking, lips wrapping around your clit and pulling, hard then soft, again and again, until your body stopped making sense.

“gimme all of it,” he panted. “wanna drown in you. fuckin’ need it.”

and you gave it to him.

your orgasm hit hard — sudden and overwhelming — your whole body locking up, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing. you moaned like it hurt, like it healed, like you’d never needed anything more.

but he didn’t stop.

you flinched when he licked you again, over and over — slower, deeper, rougher. his mouth was soaked, chin slick, nose bumping that sore, swollen spot until your vision blurred.

“liam,” you whimpered. “too much— can’t—”

“yes you can,” he murmured. “my good girl. you can take it, can’t you?”

you tried to move, to ease off — but he growled low and snapped his hips against the couch.

he snarled, voice nearly breaking. “you’re gonna sit on my face and fuckin’ take it, yeah?”

you nodded, breath catching on a sob, your moans high and slurred as you started to come again — harder this time, messier, your body seizing and trembling above him.

still, he licked you through it.

tongue pushing deep, mouth greedy, as if he needed it more than air.

you reached behind you again, desperate to do something for him — but he caught your wrist and pinned it tight to your lower back.

“told you no,” he panted. “not yet. not till i’ve had every fuckin’ drop.”

you were a mess. trembling, panting, soaked and dazed — and he still wasn’t satisfied.

“one more, baby,” he whispered, voice cracked, sweet and ragged. “just one more. you can give me that, yeah?”

you didn’t even reply.

you just shattered — again, again — hips stuttering against his mouth, legs giving out, cunt pulsing so hard it hurt.

he held you through it.

didn’t stop. didn’t breathe.

just moaned into you like your pleasure was the only thing keeping him alive.

eventually, you collapsed and leaned on the side of the couch, limp and trembling, hair sticking to your damp forehead. your chest heaved, every inch of you buzzing.

liam’s hands slid up your spine, slow and steady, like he was soothing you from the inside out.

“there she is,” he murmured, lips soft against your inner thigh. “there’s my girl.”

he kissed your skin again — reverent, quiet, slow.

beneath you, he was shaking — cock straining in his jeans, dark with precum, untouched, ignored. you shifted, half-conscious, trying to reach for him.

“please,” you whispered. “liam— let me—”

but he hushed you with a kiss to your hip, a palm to your back.

“nah, love,” he said softly. “this was yours.”

he looked up at you, wrecked and shining, chin slick, hair mussed, eyes glazed and adoring.

“s’all i needed.”

[blueberrymocha]

headcanons of the main 4 with reader who has a baby sibling or cousin or something and then they help take care of them please

main 4 when you have a baby sibling ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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ׂ╰┈➤ fluff

➣ characters: gon, killua, kurapika, leorio

➣ word count:x

➣ a/n: july 22nd omg 😭

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gon

- is the best friend type when taking care of them

- if they can speak, he’ll fulfill their requests to a T

- want to sit outside? he’s bringing them there

- want a different juice? he’s in the kitchen refilling it

- he’ll carry them on his shoulders, still holding onto them securely

- when they watch a cartoon, he’s just as immersed, giving commentary

- you won’t even need to worry about taking care of your sibling anymore

- because he’s fine on his own, especially if you have work or sleep you need to catch up on

- overall, the child totally loves him

- maybe a little more than you

killua

- he hates children (anyone younger than him)

- alluka is the sole exception, even after meeting your sibling

- because they just don’t click with him

- he tried to be sort-of-friendly at first, but they just kept crying and looking at you

- he tells you how he tried to approach them with a toy and they just snatched it rudely

- but when you look over at the baby, sucking its thumb cutely,

- there’s no way you believe killua

- he’ll just sit or stand next to you while you play with them

- rolling his eyes every time you praise or cuddle the little monster

- overall, your sibling isn’t very fond of him

kurapika

- we’ve seen how he is with woble

- the utter peace and innocence of a child is one of the most relaxing things to him

- at the same time, he feels unequipped to take care of one

- so you’ll probably handle most of the interactions while he watches with a small smile

- and he entirely prefers it this way, because the thought of you with a baby is one he loves to entertain

- whenever you need a bottle, baby food, toys, etc

- he’s already gotten it and brought it to you before you can ask

- overall, your sibling’s pretty neutral about him

- they don’t really notice if he’s there or not, neither do they care

leorio

- secretly loves taking care of children

- so while he’ll grumble when you ask him to babysit with you,

- he switches up completely when he sees a giggly baby

- is very attentive and responsible

- you two would probably watch a movie while your sibling rests in his arms

- by the end of the day, he tells you nonchalantly to call him whenever you need a babysitter

- but you know that’s code for “i want to hang out with them again soon.”

- overall, your sibling loves him

[ruruumin]

i forgot i used to be a scaramouche writer ;;; my first blog was just me writing fanfics about him, oh how times have changed....

[soov]

HOW TO DRiNK。 lee heeseung

fem reader & frat heeseung ᗢ 8OO words ━━ fluff ꕀ college!au, estabilished relationship, repost ⌗ WARNiNGS pet names, kissing, drinking, cursing.

No alcohol or alcohol? No alcohol or alcohol?

“Honestly, miss, I think you should go full out with real whiskey. I’m sure your boyfriend will like it.” The bartender suggested kindly, wiping a rocks glass. “And if he doesn’t, it was worth the experience.”

You glanced up at the guy who you had been bothering the whole night with your drink struggles and nodded, “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Give me a glass then, please. Neat.”

“Right away!”

The sound of Heeseung’s laughter was filtered from all the other noises by your ears. You smiled at your boyfriend, who seemed terribly tipsy, talking to Sunghoon a few feet away from you.

Even though he had only drank a small glass of Bee’s Knees — following your long chat with the bartender to decide which cocktail you’d get him — Heeseung looked like he had been drinking the whole night. His alcohol tolerance was terrible.

He wasn’t used to drinking, because: one, he didn’t like the taste of alcohol, but he had only tried some cheap beer and wine when he and the boys were freshmen. Two, he had to take care of you at the parties, and he really enjoyed getting pampered by your drunk self, and returning the favor later.

But, out of the very blue, Heeseung decided to try it out at one of Jake’s frat parties, and you agreed to be his tutor, starting off easy with the sweet cocktail.

“Miss... Your whiskey.” The bartender called for the second time, chuckling when he noticed your nervous expression. “He’ll be fine. Just give him small sips first."

Sighing, you took the glass from him, lips pursed together. “I guess so,” you shrugged, shining a thankful smile. ���Thank you for the help.”

With the whiskey in hand, you walked up to Heeseung, whose face lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of you.

“Baby, you’re back!” He celebrated, wrapping his arms around the back of your knees and resting his chin on your stomach. “Hi. You took too long.”

As much as he looked adorable, you couldn’t help but take note of his flushed, crimson cheeks and bleary eyes. He was tipsy when you left him, not fully drunk.

“Sorry. Was thinking ‘bout what I’d get you.” You mumbled, caressing his hair with your free hand while scanning for any other drinks he might’ve had. That was when your eyes fell on Sunghoon, who had a shit-eating smirk on his face and a bottle of Bacardi in his hold.

“I didn’t do a thing. He was the one who wanted it.” Sunghoon pointed to your clueless boyfriend, who was too busy squeezing your thighs to relax.

You scoffed, eyes narrowed at him. “I’ll kill you.”

Heeseung lightly tugged at your wrist for your attention, “Can you give me the drink now?" He requested softly, to which you nodded.

“Of course,” you passed him the cup, anxiously watching his wobbly hands pick it up, “but take small sips.”

He didn’t register your words, taking a large gulp and eliciting a gasp from you, who got the glass back. The liquid was bitter in his mouth, and as he swallowed it, he felt the pit of his stomach burn up. “Fuck...” Heeseung hissed, nose scrunched up.

“What are you even doing?” You scolded with no malice behind it, focusing on his disoriented reaction. With a huff, you smiled when he reached for the cup again, pawing at your clothes.

“I wanna have more. Didn’t taste it...” He complained, burying his face on your abdomen and pressing short kisses to it.

“It’s because you shouldn’t down it all. You’re supposed to let it melt in your mouth.” Cupping his jaw firmly, you brought the drink to his face, and better would it have been if you didn’t.

Heeseung’s plush lips wrapped around the rim of the glass, innocent doe eyes gazing unwaveringly up at you. The alcoholic liquid sat on his tongue, and despite the burn that still didn’t taste like anything, he waited before gulping it down. He pulled back and wiped his chin with the back of his hand, mouth parted.

It took everything in you to not kiss him that moment.

“That’s it. Tastes nice?” You asked, breathless, giving him the lightest pat on his swollen cheek.

It wasn’t what I expected, he wanted to say. Instead, he just shook his head yes.

“Are you proud of me?” A silly grin showed up on his face, desperate for your approval, his current expression absurdly different from the look he had given you a second prior. “I’m really good at taking alcohol, yeah?”

His words made you laugh, and you put the drink away to sit next to him. He took your hands in his as soon as you got closer. “Of course. It’s like you didn’t even get tipsy after having the lightest cocktail.”

Pouting at your playful jest, Heeseung gave you a quick peck on the nose, already giggling like a fool at his own action, “Mm... I’m still sober, though.”

You indulged him on his lie, “Sure you are.”

“It’s true!”

“Sure it is.”

𔓕　LETTERS FROM REi ━━ drunk hee will always be my fav

2024 © SOOV

[flkwh0re]

can I request a sugar mommy nat fic? w some phone sex and princess treatment :3

The Office

SugarMommy! Natasha x Reader

(this is how I imagine sugar mommy Natasha who loves you so much but when she gets stressed she just uses you to your fullest as a stress reliever)

W/c: 1k

A/n: Not phone sex cuz I cannot write that to save my life, but office sex is better!!

Warnings: mommy kink (Nat), strap on usage, breast worship, office sex, pussy slapping.

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“But Nat what if your workers catch us.” You protested. “Don’t worry baby, no one will come in my office. Mommy needs you.”

Natasha had requested you make her lunch and bring it to her, and so you did. You would do anything for that woman. It all started when you met her at one of Tony Starks work parties.

A place where rich men and woman all gather to just blow their riches on expensive beverages, gambling, etc. Tony had allowed you to work one of the event in hopes to make a little extra cash.

You were a struggling college student, taking any job you could get; even though you already had one.

That was until you met Natasha Romanoff. A woman who had an abundance amount of cash, so much you could barley fathom someone having. It started as you just fulfilling her needs with sex, but it later turned into a different relationship.

Natasha confessed her love for you, after you had been seeing her for a few months. At first you were insecure with it, and felt like you were just using her for the money. You later felt content with yourself because you genuinely loved her.

Once word had gotten out about your relationship with Nat, things got very hectic very quickly. The media attention was almost too much to bear, but you never went out alone without Natasha.

“As long as we can lock the door.” Natasha chuckled at your worry, “You can lock the door honey.” You straightened up from your spot on Nat’s desk that you were leaning on.

Once you had locked the door your scurried back over to Natasha, sinking down onto her lap. Your lips hastily linked with hers, and her hands ventured your body.

They eventually found the belt loops of your jeans, linking and tugging slightly at the material. Your hands slipped around Natasha’s neck, pulling her impossibly close as the kiss became more and more heated.

Your hips began to grind down onto her skirt clad thighs. “Let’s get this shirt off, shall we?” Natasha asked as she tugged the hem of your shirt, then slipped it over your body.

“Hmm, wearing my favorite lacy bra? Seems like you were ready to beg mommy to fuck you baby. Were you?” You nod, “Yes mommy, I need you so bad.”

She faux pouted by slipping her bottom lip out, humming softly. But she really pitied you, you spent all morning preparing her a delicious meal so of course she had to pay you back.

“Sit on my desk baby.” She said softly, helping you stand up. Her hands slipped around your back and unclasped your bra, her lips momentarily pressed against yours again.

Her cold hands massaged your soft breast lightly, nipples hardening at her cold touch. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, lightly tugging before slipping her tongue past your lips.

She swallowed your moans as they left your lips when she’d twist and tug on your buds. As soon as her lips left yours, they wrapped around your nipples. Her teeth grazing the nubs, making you squirm.

“Mommy please, I need you.” You whined. With your beg, her fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans. She tugged them off you, admiring the panties that matched the bra you previously had on.

She slipped the lace off your body, her hands softly met your thighs as she moved them apart. Her nimble fingers softly grazed over your clit, pressing down slightly to give you a little pressure.

She slipped her ring finger into your aching cunt, shortly after she added a second. Your head was thrown back as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. Curling then to reach the spots you most wanted to be.

You wrapped your legs tightly around her waist, earning a harsh slap to your pussy. One thing about Natasha is she had to have full control, nothing could be there to hold her in place.

As her dominant hand thrust her digits into your pussy, her other hand toyed with your clit. Sending you spiraling, and soon to your orgasm.

She removed her hand from you, licking away and tasting your arousal. “Wait here.” She demanded before walking to the room attached to her office.

She walked back with a strap attached to her hips. Natasha helped you bend over her desk, her strong arms holding you up.

She ran the tip of the faux dick through your cunt, slipping the end into you. She teased at your hole, then slipped the full length in.

“Fuck detka, taking mommy’s cock so well.” She rasped into the shell of your ear, you could hear the animalistic haste in her voice.

She began to snap her hips back and forth, the length of the dick filling you full. It was almost too much for you to bear, but you took it to satisfy her. That’s all you ever wanted to do, no one had ever loved you like Natasha.

“Mommy I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, oh fuck!” You screamed as she slammed her hips into yours, and her hands gripped the sides of your lower back. “Cmon detka, cum on mommy’s cock. Let go for me sweetheart.”

Natasha watched as your cum began to gush out with each thrust from her. “Fuck detka, you did so good. Wait here.” Natasha walked off, then returned with a towel and her skirt back on.

She cleaned up your thighs and wiped the sweat off your forehead. “Here, put these on instead of your jeans.” She handed you a pair of sweats, and you kissed her cheek as a thanks.

“Do you have a lot more work Natty?” You asked as you redressed yourself. “Not much, why?” Natasha questioned.

“I was just hoping that before I went back home we could cuddle up for a bit on the couch.” You said, and a smile adorned her face. “I’d love that.”

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ INDIRECTLY ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊ pt 2 || 박성훈 x fem!reader || smau

pt 1 .. pt 3 .. pt 4 .. pt 5 .. fin.

continuation as requested by @wonietree

summary: your best friend reveals his desire to ask you to prom without actually asking you to prom..

genres: fluff, non-idol!sunghoon x reader, promposal season, best friends to lovers, ft. the rest of hyung line + mentions of isa and yunjin

warnings: swearing/cursing, attempts at humour, non-yn chapter(?), park sunghoon; no longer a professional matchmaker (the title has been revoked), i’m not american so i don’t understand prom culture (everything i know is from movies/shows), idk if you can count jayke’s convo as angst but . yeah

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a.n: next chapter is in the works, i wanted to post a written fic but i got inspired to do this so .. yay? anyway, if you’re waiting for the jake x desi!reader i’m SORRYYYY i just do wtv im called to do at the time so.. it Will be posted!! just . trust

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