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mamayan · 7 months

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Hello ml✨ CONGRATS

I'm dumb asf because I didn't understand the Russian Roulette thingy for a good minute but I wanna request Shota w these numbers-(I hope to God I'm doing this right)

20, 37, 59, 68, 97

Uhhh fem reader- pop off✨

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Shota Aizawa

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” || Sleep || Nightmares when sick || Step!Parent

tw: NSFW • Implied Cheating • Fem! Reader (18+) • Fingering (F) • Taboo Considered Relations • Use of the term Daddy

wc: 790

He’s alone again.

The right side of the bed is empty, not even a warm hint of his wife having returned home from work. She’s working late again, though Shota felt a roiling in his gut telling him it wasn’t work she was staying out so late for.

She’d been distant, though that wasn’t too shocking considering their relationship was hanging by a thread.

He couldn’t leave though. Not if it meant he’d lose something even more precious.

You, who he already noticed was creeping into the room, light sleep set hiding hardly any of your body from his dark gaze as he tiredly sighs aloud. Like a sweet dream you appear by the side of the bed, crawling onto the mattress like a predator on the prowl. Sweet features illuminated by the moon, you smiled down at him.

“I can’t sleep Daddy…” you were too old to be calling him that, and the way it made his cock harden beneath the comforter only confirmed how inappropriate this all was. He didn’t stop you though, not when you revealed more smooth soft skin for him as you tossed your top somewhere into the darkness, breasts free of any bra to hinder them from his view.

“Fuck,” it’s impossible not to lose it as you straddle him over the covers, bottoms still in place as you plant your hands against his chest.

Shota isn’t a man who allows a brat like you to get away with whatever, no matter how cutely you act.

The retired-pro hero has you beneath him in an instant, shirtless torso draping over you as his dark hair falls to curtain over your faces.

“You can’t sleep so you make sure I can’t either?” He’s not angry despite his words, easily slotting between your thighs as he nips your bottom lip. He doesn’t miss how you shiver and arch for him, he grunts as your cunt shifts to grind up against his hardened length still tucked away in his boxers.

The little smirk on your lips is irritating, but your next words light a spark.

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” The way your chest presses against his own as you breathe the insult against his mouth makes him groan, able to taste the sugar on your lips from whatever late night snack or drink you’d been consuming. “Getting hard for your step-daughter is just—ngh,” you’re stopped short when he grabs your throat, his smile dark and promising as he copies your earlier actions and speaks right up against your mouth, not quite kissing you. “Is just what, hm?” He grinds harder against you, smearing the slick in your panties as you moan, hands quick to tangle in his thick loose hair. “Remember you’re in my bed brat,” he chuckles at your responding whine.

“I can’t sleep,” you say it again as if it was his problem to solve.

Maybe it was, since he doesn’t hesitate to slip a calloused scared hand right into your cute sleep shorts and easily locate your puffy clit to rub. He watches your eyes roll back, the quick access to pleasure and pressure you were eager for granted without much of a fight tonight.

He was eager for touch too, hands grasping and groping in the minimal light, lips quick to connect with yours in a sensual embrace, tongue slipping in without resistance as you whimper beneath him.

“Daddy I need more—,” he groans, thumb moving off your clit to dig two inside your tight heat, stretching you open and doing quite the opposite of helping you sleep.

“Be quiet, you’ll disturb the neighbors,” he chides lightly, lips trailing to your neck where he’s tempted to mark you up. He doesn’t, only licks and nibbles too soft for any capillaries to burst are littered on your sensitive skin.

“I want your cock,” it’s needy and desperate as you writhe, hips unable to still as he works his fingers inside of you, curling in your gooey walls and making you see white as your orgasm builds.

“You want to act like a brat, be good and cum on my fingers first.” His gruff tone leaves no room for argument, though you might’ve managed had he not had you so close to your end.

His lips silence the cry you release as your core tightens, body wracked with tremors as you come apart for him.

A noisy squelch echoes as he drags his messy fingers from your bottoms, holding them in front of your face with a dark brow raised above sleepy eyes.

“Thank you Daddy…” it sends chills down his spine at your sweet whisper, eager and happy to clean your own cum off his fingers while watches with a hungry gaze.

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 2 years

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Could you write something about a friends to lovers soft make out with yonghee from cix?

Now you're speakin' my language 😏✨

Yonghee nervously fumbled through his lines, staring down at the script while picking at his nailbeds.

Though, it wasn't really the script itself that was making him anxious.

There was a knock at the door—he knew exactly who it was. "Come in!" he said, hurriedly fixing his hair and checking his breath.

"Hey, superstar!" (Y/N) said, peeking her head through the door, a big smile on her face that Yonghee found adorable. "How's it feel to be cast in your first big drama?"

"I need your help," he said urgently, pulling out a chair for her at his desk. He pat the chair expectantly, as if to say 'here, your spot.'

She sat down in a flash, bumping into his chair a little as the wheels glided across the hardwood. "What can I do?" she asked.

He handed her the script. "Help me practice?" he said, somewhat hesitant and unsure. "It's my first time doing a romantic scene like this, and I just want it to be good."

She gave him another dazzling smile. "Of course I'll help you! Practice makes perfect, yeah?"

"Thanks," he said, heaving a sign of relief. "You're a lifesaver!"

She was Jinyoung's friend, but Yonghee was pretty confident in saying she like him more. He felt it somewhere deep in his gut.

Out of all the people out there, you like me most, and I'm gonna prove it.

Her eyes scanned over the page, familiarizing herself with the female lead's lines. All of sudden, they widened. "Whoa, it's a kiss scene!" she sounded shocked, and maybe a little bit jealous. At least... he hoped that's what that subtle twinge in her voice was.

Now for the hard part... Yonghee swallowed thickly, gathering courage from the deepest depths of his soul.

"Could you help me with that part, too?" he asked.

There was a moment silence, and God, it was so loud. Nobody moved, and he was pretty sure he'd stopped breathing. He thought he'd screwed up big time.

"You need help?" she clarified, breaking the silence while still scanning the script. She'd gone far past the confession/kiss scene now, just aimlessly flipping through the pages, every once in a while picking at the corner of one, wrinkling it.

Yonghee didn't care much, though. That's the kind of reaction he wanted. She didn't show it easily, but she was nervous—caught off guard.

"Don't be silly," she chuckled, snapping herself out of her trance and flipping back to the right page. "I'm sure you've kisses loads of girls."

He shook his head. "No, this'll be my first time," he said.

She coughed, choking on her own spit. "Wait, for real?!" she asked, attention fully on him, jaw hanging open.

He closed it for her, confidence slowly building up within him. "You'll catch flies," he chuckled. "Yes, my first kiss is gonna be broadcasted for thousands to see. Can you at least help me make it look good?"

She nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, probably thinking about how chapped they were or if she'd eaten anything with garlic in it today. "Can't you ask someone else..?"

"Who else am I gonna ask?" he said. "One of the guys? 'Cause no thanks."

She rubbed the back of her neck, staring down at her lap. "Yeah, I guess that wouldn't really work..." She took a deep breathe, finally meeting his eyes again, a hot blush on her cheeks. "Do you wanna start with that? Just get it over with?"

Okay, now that threw him for a loop.

He'd expected to go through the confession scene first. He was gonna do this whole 'going off script' thing, talking about how cute she was and how much he'd fallen for her. He'd practiced it in front of the mirror for weeks! He probably had it better memorized than the actual script.

So you wanna play hardball...

He'd just have to adapt.

"Sure," he said. "The kiss takes place sitting down, so this is perfect." He spun his chair to face her fully. He scooted forward a bit, the wheels bumping against each other like an carnival ride. "I don't know much about kissing, but I think you're too far away."

She huffed through her nose—half scoff, half chuckle. "Good observation," she said. "Do you wanna come closer, or do I..?"

"You're the kiss expert," he said.

Her cheeks grew redder. "I'm not an expert," she said insistently. "Who starts it in the show?"

He pointed to himself. "I do."

"Don't say it like that!" she scolded, lashing out to sock him in the shoulder.

He caught her first—ungracefully, but still. "Fine!" he chuckled, tapping her captured fist like he was calling for a timeout. "My character. My character makes the first move."

"Gosh, what's wrong with you today..." she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else. She pulled her hand away from his grasp, expression a mixture of exasperated and embarrassed. "Okay, then... You come closer," she said, gesturing for him to approach her.

"What do I do?" he asked, really playing up the whole 'I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing-please-teach-me' angle.

She fumbled with her words for a minute before she just sighed, standing up. From her seat "I can't explain it well..." Yonghee felt his palms sweating. What if she decided to leave? "So just let me move you."

Another plot twist.

He stood up facing her, inches apart. "Okay, sure," he said, as casual as possible. "Whatever you need."

She sat down again, grumbling quietly to herself about how awkward it was. That only made him smile, but he did his best to swallow it back.

She reclined herself back in the chair a little before resting her hand tentatively on the back of Yonghee's left leg. She coaxed him forward until his knee was resting on the seat, right on the outside of her thighs.

Next, she grabbed his wrists, pulling him forward gently and placing his hands on either side of her head so he was hovering over her, caging her in on both sides.

She couldn't look anywhere except at him.

Oh gosh, he didn't expect to be this nervous. He thought he would be Average Nervous, but this was Mega Nervous. As in, he-could-hear-his-heartbeat-ringing-in-his-head nervous.

They hadn't even done anything yet, but the position alone was enough to have him swallowing hard, heat crawling up his neck and trying to block his senses.

"Now what?" he asked quietly, doing the most not to disturb the air around the two of them.

He noticed her swallow too. "Okay, just take one hand and put it on my cheek or jaw," she said, trying her best to instruct him well.

"How about the back of your neck?" he asked, never breaking eye contact. He felt like he barely even blinked, which he just hoped wasn't too creepy.

She nodded. "That's okay, too."

He trailed his fingers tenderly down her cheek, eventually resting at the nape of her neck and tangling into the hair that rested there. He leaned in ever so slightly.

It didn't go unnoticed by him that her eyes were locked on to his lips.

"What do I do now?" he whispered.

She swallowed again, licking her lips unintentionally. "I..." Just what he wanted. She was tongue-tied. She sighed in frustration. "I don't fucking know, just go for it—"

With that, he angled down, capturing her lips with his own, guiding her closer by her neck. He could feel her breath hitch.

It felt like everything he'd ever wanted—her lips against his. They felt like cotton candy. A sugary sweetness that he feared would melt away if he kept her on his tongue for too long.

It was nothing suave, graceful, or overly romantic. It was a raw, loving first attempt at him expressing everything he felt for her, and it was imperfect.

And it just wasn't enough. He needed to say more. To say anything.

He needed there to be no room to doubt his feelings. If he was rejected, so be it.

Though, let's be honest... If he were going to be rejected, the kiss wouldn't have happened in the first place.

"I like you," he breathed in between warm, messy kisses. He had no idea where this courage had bloomed from. Somewhere deep from within the depths of all that practice he'd done in front of the mirror, he presumed.

"I like you so much," he continued, the last two syllables punctuated by his departure and return to her lips. "You're funny and cute..." He could barely finish his sentence, getting to lost in the feeling of her being so close.

He pulled her more firmly against him, needing to feel grounded in the moment. "So damn adorable..." he mumbled, muffled against her now swollen lips.

"And you're pretty," he said, willing himself to slow down and take his time, which was actually pretty difficult, considering he could feel her hands travelling to the back of his shirt—edging him closer and making him unsteady on his feet.

He transitioned to kissing the rest of her face. One on the forehead, two on the cheek, a trail of them leading to her jaw.

"You've got a heart of gold, and I love listening to you talk. I love making you smile, and when you're happy because of me, I feel like it's the most worthwhile thing I've ever accomplished."

The words bubbled out of him on autopilot, and man, was he glad for it, because otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to think straight.

"I like you so much that..." he said, placing one last kiss on her nose (his favorite part of her) that he hoped contained everything he'd been trying to say, "...I think I love you."

He pulled away to look at her, kneeling down so he was just below eye level with her. He held her hands, caressing them with his thumbs while he waited for her breathing to even out.

Finally, her eyes opened, meeting his own. God, what beautiful eyes...

"I don't remember seeing that in the script," she breathed out.

He laughed, looking down at the floor. "I was ad-libbing."

She gave a small smile—the kind she did when she was holding back a big one—looking down at their intertwined hands. "Did you mean it?" she asked quietly, comforted by the slow circles he was rubbing with his thumbs.

He nodded slowly, unable to meet her gaze. The shyness was catching up to him late. "Mm-hm," he hummed. "Every word. I practiced for weeks just trying to say it all without stuttering."

She let out a funny little half-wheeze/half-snort thing. "Well, you certainly didn't stutter."

He giggled, looking back up at her. "Do you feel the same?" he asked hopefully.

It was her turn to look away shyly, but he knew she was happy by the uncontrollable upturn of her lips. "Not in the same words, but... Yes." She looked him dead in the eyes for that last word, far too important to be said without the seriousness it deserved.

Yonghee breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't realize he's been holding in. "Then I have one more confession to make," he said.

She raised a brow. "A bigger one than you just made? I shudder to think what else you could have to say."

He leaned up, pecking her nose. "That wasn't my first kiss," he said. "I lied. But it was my first kiss with you, so the rest don't really matter."

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second-star-to-motunui · 2 years

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How Do Animals Love?

✨Feat. Savanaclaw; Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl. Bonus; Chenya✨

How do they give affection to their lover with their animal sides? Let’s find out!

They/Them pronouns for reader. MC is referred to as Yuu.

TW: Minor-ish NSFW for Ruggie’s part? Hyena affection is… interesting.

Lions show affection with head rubbing, grooming and licking!

When Leona sees Yuu, he pulls them into an embrace so he can nuzzle against their neck or lick their face. His cheek and forehead kisses turn into licks very fast!

Leona likes combing Yuu’s hair with his fingers and/or licking their neck until they fall asleep with him. Especially in the mornings! Their bedhead and sleepy face is so precious, Leona just wants to smother them in love. Lions often lay in comfy piles together, so he gets Yuu to cuddle with him every chance he gets.

“G’morning, herbivore… Aww, you still look tired. Come closer, let me at that cute face. What do say we sleep in a bit longer?”

Apparently… hyenas show affection by licking each other’s genitalia? Possibly? Well, however they do it, affection doesn’t occur often anyway seeing as male hyenas are treated like shit in their packs.

Despite that, Ruggie is very affectionate and loving. He shares food with Yuu! That’s a definite sign of his love.

Once him and Yuu are close enough, something Ruggie loves to do is lay between their thighs so he can leave all the kisses and love bites he can. It doesn’t matter what kind of body Yuu has; thick or thin their thighs are his favorite part of their body!

“Hhmm, didja say something? Your thighs are so soft and squishy… Let me just… nom! Shishishi, you’re so cute! I’m a lil hungry, wanna go grab a bite? I mooched some cash offa’ Leona earlier!”

Wolves show affection by gently nibbling each other’s faces and rubbing against each other!

Jack is shy about showing affection in public unless someone is making eyes at Yuu. Otherwise, he’ll stand over Yuu in a protective manner or carry them on his shoulder. The way his tail wags when he’s around them gives away how happy he is!

Once they’re alone together, Jack loves cuddling Yuu and gently nomming on their cheeks. He turns into an absolute PUPPY when they lays on top of him, Jack can’t stop nuzzling them!

“Oh, Yuu! Ah—Sorry, I just finished Spelldrive, I’m a little dirty. Do you wanna hang out in my dorm room for a bit? Hm? … Grrr, come here for a sec… hup. Those other students are staring at you. I just wanted to make sure they know you’re mine.”

Cats show affection with purring, cuddling, grooming and so many other things! Cats are so loving!

It’s normal for Chenya to suddenly appear beside Yuu and curl up in their lap, no matter how small they are compared to him. He loves wrapping them in the biggest hugs and licking their cheek. If they pet his ears, Chenya will trill, chirp and mew like the happy kitty he is! Yuu is so darn cute, Chenya can’t help but grab their face and smother them in kisses!

Whenever Yuu is having a bad day, Chenya will book it to NRC from RSA just so he can cuddle with them. He makes the softest purrs to soothe his lover while he wraps his tail around them. Chenya will drop everything to give Yuu some love.

“Surprrrrise! Did you miss me my lil kitten? Hm? What’s a matter? Awww, feeling blue today? C’mere, I’ve got you. Prrr… prrr… Say, wanna hang at RSA today? I bet you could use a lil break from this dreary ol place!”

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