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bisous 𖤓 carlos sainz 𝒙 leclerc!reader.

❨ summary. all he wanted was a kiss, it’s not his fault the paparazzi caught it, and it’s totally coincidental that your brother’s going to kill him. ❩

❨ faceclaim. @/claudiamariewalsh on instagram <3 ❩

❨ notes. i had sm fun doing this! though it did exceed the limit i was looking at, becoming a bit long, but i do wanna do a part two to this because imo the charles x carlos beef is gonna be really funny!! i hope you enjoy xx ❩

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yourinstagram. wined and dined xo

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charles_leclerc ???

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landonorris ???

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landonorris felt a bit left out there 🤷‍♂️

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⤷ mon coeur 🫶🏼

⤷ je t’aime tellement !!

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⤷ did you wine her and dine her??

⤷ ;) ;)

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⤷ i bought yn a ring so similar for her 21st!

⤷ what a small world eh mate?

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yourinstagram sunny days ☀️

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⤷ photographer of the year !

⤷ very much thought you were gonna use the pic of me falling.

⤷ love u

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⤷ girls’ hair get better every day.

⤷ looks oddly similar too tbh

⤷ where’d you say you were vacationing again mate?

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⤷ shiny hair 👀

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⤷ poupette you’ve never done anything wrong in your life.

⤷ i’m not mad, call me please

⤷ desolee bebe

⤷ i have that new chanel you wanted ❤️

landonorris replied to your story.

⤷ so unserious lmao

pierregasly replied to your story.

⤷ charles is going to buy the entire mall y/n !!

⤷ tell him you’re not mad at him

⤷ DONT LISTEN TO KIKA

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⤷ tell pierre to piss off

⤷ let charles buy you what he wants.

⤷ omg tell him you want a ferrari !!

⤷ IN PINK !!

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⤷ mi vida your brothers texting me again

⤷ it’s very weird he’s apologising now??

⤷ he’s asking me if you want a pink ferrari??

⤷ bebita you should have told me you want a pink ferrari??

⤷ with a matching bag okay my love 🩷

arthur_leclerc replied to your story.

⤷ TELL CHARLES YOU WANT A PS5

⤷ LO TOLD ME TO FUCK OFF

⤷ STOP TELLING ON ME Y/N

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⤷ i’m very happy for you mon chou ❤️

⤷ ignore arthur he doesn’t need a new ps5

⤷ he makes his own money.

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⤷ who do you think you are buying MY sister a pink ferrari

⤷ you be with her, okay. you date her, okay. but buying her things?

⤷ and a matching bag???

⤷ you piece of shit.

⤷ when i said we were brothers i didn’t mean this!

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⤷ ma vie 💌

⤷ je t’aime tellement <3

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⤷ y/n wants a ps5!!

⤷ brother 😃😃

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⤷ you picked up the correct bag for her!!

⤷ she also likes chanel and hermès !!

⤷ you’ll be outdoing charles in no time !!

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❨ disclaimer. i do not own any of the images above, all were found on pinterest, this is purely for fun and nothing is based on real life ❩

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little-shiny-sharpies · 2 years

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My paycheck came in and my family is covering my bills so now I’m going to all my favorite artists dms like

“I’d like a full body commission of my oc, for which I will gladly pay you upfront.”

#if any of y’all ever seen this popeye episode you know exactly how this dude sounds and it’s how I feel #shiny speaks #nerd if u see this the commission I got is in my queue I love it sm

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pawified · 7 months

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𓆩 ! 𓆪 : hi ! just dropping by to say that since this post has gotten sm love, i've decided to turn this littl work into a small universe ! i just posted a littl add on here ! ( more coming soon ! )

you can’t help but to cum on bigbro!choso cock seconds after he slid into your sopping cunt. he knows how sensitive you are to begin with but between how desperate and needy you both are . . the pleasure is unbarring too not only him but you, especially..

gasping trying to close your knees into each other, choso doesn’t stop, no he continues to gently slide into you, your slickness already leaving a shiny coat against his length. his breath uneven, the heat of your tight cunt makes him dizzy. he can’t even think straight when you’re squeezing this tight around him.

he knows you’re trying your best to hold on but he doesn’t need you too, he wants you to come undone as much as you need and want. his pelvis is meeting your cunt, its rubbing up against your clit and before you know it you’re arching your back and chasing your high . . no , no he just put it in. choso is trying his best to be level headed but fuck you are too much

overwhelmed by pleasure and emotions you start crying and begging. you are both unsure as to what you are pleading for “please , please.” choso leans down to give you a peck on the lips too soothe and bring you back down from your tense climax “ it’s okay baby, breathe. we have all the time in the world, i’m not going anywhere.”

#˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#tw:incest #໒ 𝑤𝑒𝑛’𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 ১ #𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑜 — ♡ ᵎ #choso kamo #kamo choso #choso x female reader #choso x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujustu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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taurder · 10 months

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Taur hear me out. Ok hobie/spider punk said he doesn't believe in consistency, how about dom male reader who keep changing the thrust from violently fast to painfully slow? And hobie doesnt belive in labels. So dom male reader feminised him. - 🐗 anon-

top!dom!reader x sub!hobie brown.

contains: feminization, edging, hobie wearing eyeliner, begging, anal, dirty talk.

note: i fucking love edging and overtism stuff, i adore your ideas sm don't ever stop sending them.

"no, no, not again! please!" hobie whined loudly, eyes opening again as your hips suddenly stopped smacking against his ass. he was up in the bed with his legs spread open, one of them hooked in your shoulder and the other hanging at the edge of the mattress, his body slightly turned to a side and his arms secured behind his back. "keep going, luv..." you cut his pleading by sliding painfully slow out of his abused and generously lubed hole, taking another whine out of his mouth.

this had been going on for a while, and just by seeing the state in which he was one could tell. his chest was going up and down rapidly, and his face showed how much he was struggling. a few tears have been going down his temples and adding that to the way he had been grinding his face into the sheets from time to time it had messed up his eyeliner. there were stains of the black make-up in the bed as well, but in your eyes his face looked delightful like this.

"i just want to take my time with my girl" you started thrusting back in, slow, allowing him to feel every inch of your cock that entered his body. he moaned, throwing his head up and arching his lower back. "that's it, let me fill your pussy" his dick spurted more pre cum somehow even if it was already shiny with plenty, throbbing painfully hard for the lack of attention. he had been close for a while now.

you pushed until your ballsack was right against his ass, and you could hear his whimpers along with his pleading words asking for more. you repeated the process three more times, getting completely out, barely letting your tip touch his greedy hole before thrusting home once again, taking your time and enjoying watching him shiver and beg. "i can't– i don't– fuckfuckfuck!" he cried out as soon as you changed your pace without warning, fucking him fast while holding his hips, watching his eyes go up and his dick bounce with the force of your thrusts.

the sounds the fast fucking made were your favorite, plus the constant moaning of your name. you were insulted and thanked in the same half choked sentence more than once. "cumming, i'm gonna cum so hard agghhh–mmghh" you stopped again, right inside of him as he once again pressed half his face into the sheets, cursing out as his dick just let out another amout of pre. "you're taking the piss on me" he looked at you with wet eyes, eyeliner beyond ruined and mouth fresh with some saliva on it.

you leaned down, forcing his leg to go up, showing you how flexible he was as you pressed a kiss in his mouth, simple but loving, and even if he was a little pissed he returned it, earning movement from you again. in this new position you started fucking him, deep, right into his prostate and feeling between both your stomachs his wet dick. "i thought you would like this" you murmured, feeling how he exhaled. "you don't like consistency, do you? so i'm doing exactly the opposite of that, baby girl"

he moaned into your mouth for the nickname, moving to meet your thrusts that were starting to go a bit faster. "i'm sorry i ruined your make-up in the process, but you still look handsome like this" you reached between your bodies wih your hand, pressing his length against his own belly, making sure he could also feel the bulge your cock made in him. "you feel me? i love being this deep into you" hobie mumbled your name, pleading to be able to cum.

"i know, i know. you can wait a little more, right? i want to mess you up more" you stopped to let him think, watching his eyes blink to gain a little more consciousness, breathing a few seconds and moaning when he could feel your dick twitching inside of him. he nodded and whispered a confirmation and it was all you needed to resume your vicious thrusting.

he was so good to you, loud and compliant even if he cursed your name every time you changed your pacing, his heart fluttering every time you praised his looks, calling him gorgeous, pretty; describing how greedy his ass was, how full of your seed his cunt was going to be. he loved every time your mouth would spit any kind of filth, and when he finally came his vision went white, body going slack in exhaustion as he yelled your name one final time.

you cleaned him properly after several minutes of letting him relax and come to his senses and he didn't help you out in the slightest. "i'm absolutely knackered, you did this so you clean it up" he had mumbled out, eyes closed and a satisfied grin in his face when you teased him about it. you didn't argue, but you did laugh softly when mid cleaning you hear him snore.

#taur's answered #top male reader #gn reader #sub character #atsv x you #hobie brown x reader #sub hobie brown #hobie brown x male reader #spider punk x reader #sub spider punk #spider punk x male reader #top reader x character #male reader #atsv x reader #sub atsv #🐗 anon

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thatdeadaquarius · 4 months

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GREETINGS! How are you doing? I've been practically gobbling up your posts (there very tasty)

Ok so hear me out- I've seen a couple posts like this but imagine-

The almighty all powerful wise creator isss

✨️A literal child✨️

Thanks for hearing me out! For you ->->❤️

Baby you taking on the world aw

DAMN SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER!! i started fics before i answered my askbox :/

Aw i fucking love child reader stuff,

Lots of isekai animes/manhwa/manga do it and i eat that shit up everytime-

I also deeply appreciate when its not done creepily, like being turned 8 again, and having crushes on others who are... yknow, actually 8 yrs old or sm fucked up shit, like even if its 16 yr olds that doesnt make it any better, bc the protag will actually be like,, actually 20?!?!💀 the straights r wild man, i feel like it happens either way too, like its usually a male MC but thats just bc theyre more common tbh, like regardless of gender of protag 🥲

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Sun: Child God Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Short Headcanons

Stars: Mondstadt ppl bc i don't show them i love them enough

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: none known & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment any I missed. /gen

Klee has recruited converted you to throwing bombs with her.

You are the only leash on that child too and the only thing standing between Jean and full head of gray hair. 💀

Kaeya doesn’t know whether he’s endlessly worried or endlessly amused that the most powerful god is currently a child

if Jean isnt freaking out over ur whereabouts, Diluc is instead, and worst case scenario, Noelle/Lisa/Albedo is in charge of you

and YES someone has to look out for you, bc ur ass will just start making a hot springs spot like ur in ur teapot or smth in dragonspine (Albedo was fascinated it stayed warm despite the weather so he let you make it/enjoy it before asking u to restore natural order lol)

(Albedo has definitely asked to study you and, unfortunately for Jean, asked u to demonstrate several powers u have)

You do work as a lucky charm for Bennett tho so he does babysit u sometimes

it mostly consists of Fischl, Benny, and Razor “adventuring” by trying to do smth like who can jump on the Anemo slimes and ride them around longest

(the answer is you btw, u managed to get a small fleet of them to bus you around, the teens were simultaneously terrified running around below u to catch you and also amazed)

Noelle is so happy making toddler you all the pancakes you can eat, Sucrose had to stop her from going overboard and not just listening completely to kids when it comes to food

She is now very concerned with making you a balanced diet, tho she will still make u an ungodly tall stack of pancakes every now and then <3

They kind of all equally provide for you, obv ur their god, and ur a literal cutie patootie child, they cant just leave you

(also u might like move a mountain or change the weather or smth if they don't watch you so most are a little paranoid of that too)

Lisa gets u all kinds of cute outfits, still stuff you'd like, but definitely snuck in some sumeru looking clothing lol

Fischl lends you all kinds of books to read, Bennett shows u all the cool views in the city and outside of it (when Jean lets him get away with taking u that far), and Razor…

Razor brings you to Andrius and the wolf pack for a wolf pack party and gives u all kinds of shiny trinkets he’d collected for you

Diluc/Jean/Noelle/Eula nearly had a heart attack when they found out

Amber lets you have all the piggyback rides you want lol

she even managed with her own crafting powers (and your probably editing the game code or smth) she somehow makes a reinforced glider with a small harness on the back for you to glide with her

(Venti has definitely helped for some fun flights by boosting the winds for you two)

SPEAKING OF BARBATOS

ur absolutely spoiled rotten by him (and Dvalin, and Andrius, and the wind sprites)

if this god had money he’d spend it on wine and you lol

takes u flying all the time, any time, would drop everything to go to Mondstadt wilds and use his archon form wings to take you wherever you wanna go

tries to bring u to Angel’s Share but Diluc nearly hits him on the head with a wine bottle and brings you back home after kicking Venti out and giving you grape juice (yes you get all you want, within a healthy amount)

anyway the most important part abt you being a god and child is that you can now fulfill your childhood dreams of riding a dragon whenever you want

(one way to quickly get Mondstadt citizens to trust Dvalin again was just constantly seeing him flying overhead, occasionally seeing a small child on his back also helped lol)

(neither you nor Venti tell Jean you ride Dvalin and keep it an active secret from her.)

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srry i took so long! i hope u liked my hot mess of writing (i think its even sloppier than usual bc of all the fic writing full sentences lately)

and if not, I'm sorrryyy 😭😭

I'm focusing on getting thru a haul of asks before getting around to posting that Eldritch AU Part 2 if anyone reads this :)

hope u guys are have a great weekend, thanks for all the birthday wishes!! :D

Safe Travels Anon,

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donatellawritings · 2 months

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tella baby it’s ♡ anon I LOVE SWEETHEART READER but J was wondering what if Rafe were with an Americana aesthetic reader? I imagine her being a very vintage-esque girl who loves picnics, farm work, listening to Lana, thrift shopping, sucking lollipops, wearing small shorts and denim skirts, just your typical girl next door OMG sorry if this is too long of an ask I can send a shorter one ahhhhhh ♡ ♡

this is perfect! ugh i love this sm <3

rafe had met you, through the likes of his sister, sarah — she’d stumbled upon your parents’ land during one of her bike rides through figure 8, her lips parted in awe at the sight of you brushing the shiny coat of your white camarillo horse, who’d she quickly learn was named ‘leche’ a silly name that stuck since you first got the horse as an innocent child. that one question about your beloved horse, was all it took for you and sarah to become engrossed in an hours-long conversation about anything and everything. she fell in love with everything about you — your big bombshell hair, cutesy doll lashes, skimpy baby pink polka dot bikini top, and even skimpier daisy dukes, all the way down to the adorable butterfly belly button ring that adorned your tummy.

the moment you’d exchanged the pleasantries of learning each other’s names, sarah was quick to make you her very best friend, your latin tongue making itself known as you spoke, leaving the perky blonde even more entranced by you — making sure that you had her phone number, before she pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your horse’s nose, turning to send you a small wave as she got back on her bike, pedaling her way back to tannyhill. the two of you were pathetically giddy and the potential of your budding friendship, you both were left giggling into the late hours of the night, before ending the call with plans for you to teach sarah how to ride a horse, tomorrow. it wasn’t until you had been friends for about six months, that sarah decided that you should come over to her house for once, she’d grown to accustomed to the judgement-free air that came with being on the farm with you.

sure, you lived on figure 8, but your family’s property teetered on the fine line of being considered part of the cut, but your parents were insistent on you being in an environment where you could experience the lavish side of life. so, as you got to know sarah cameron, the daunting thought of stepping foot inside of tannyhill had left you a nervous mess as you meticulously dolled yourself up. latin music flowed softly through your speaker as you squeezed your tube of glittery lipgloss between your sparkly cotton candy pink acrylic nails, precisely smearing the sticky gloss across your swollen lips, mushing them together before your pulled away from the mirror of your vanity with a content sigh.

carefully clasping your rosary around your neck, you gently combed your nails through the ends of your perfectly curled hair, before smoothing your hands down your strapless micro dress, the lace and silk lined cups that confined your breasts, adorned with a neatly sewed bow, pushing them up cutely against your chest as you slipped your feet into dainty white kitten heels, before rushing downstairs, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you stepped out onto your driveway, silently praying to yourself that you wouldn’t make an absolute fool of yourself. i mean, it was only meant to be an innocent lunch where you’d meet your best friend’s family — surely, in your little naive mind, you manipulated yourself into believing that nothing too bad could come from having lunch with the cameron family. right?

you were broken from your whiplash-inducing thoughts with parted sticky and swollen lips as the sound of sarah’s familiar car horn filled your pearl-earring adorned ears.

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with a sigh, sarah linked her arm through yours, biting down into her bottom lip as the two of you stepped inside of the grandeur that was tannyhill. before the two of you could exceed the confines of the foyer, she pulled away from you, suddenly overcome with the impending annoyance and embarrassment that came with introducing people to her family, specifically, her older brother. your dolly lashes fluttered together as your eyes softened with confusion.

before sarah could speak, the staggering height of ward cameron stopping behind sarah came into your line of vision, your lips parting as he clasped a fatherly hand down onto his daughter’s shoulder as she forced a warm smile at you, “hi sweetie,” he pressed his lips to sarah’s head, squeezing her shoulder before he pulled away from sarah, extending a firm hand in your direction, “s’a pleasure to finally meet you, i’m mr. cameron,” ward smiled, nodding approvingly as you revealed your name, enveloping your small hand around his as you politely shook his hand.

“hi mr. cameron,” you extended a courteous smile, fighting back a laugh as you watched sarah roll her eyes teasingly.

with a clap of his large hands, ward stepped to the side, “well, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting outside, your brother should be home soon, sarah,” ward breathes out a laugh, your wide eyes sparkling with awe as you walked through the grandeur main room of tannyhill. sarah allowed a giddy smile to pull on her pout as she took in your observant gaze. she loved how despite your status of living on figure 8, you remained humble, extending kindness to every person and animal you came across, so much so that it inspired her to treat even the smallest bugs with utmost respect.

“your home is beautiful, mr. cameron,” you beamed, lashes fluttering as you stepped out into the pristinely decorated backyard. your brief moment of shock once again overtaken by your meddlesome nerves as you approached the flower adorned table, smoothing your hands underneath the plush curve of your ass, before taking your seat beside sarah.

the table was quiet as your wiped your clammy hands against your dress, suddenly overcome with insecurity as sarah’s stepmother and younger sister stared at you, their eyes greedily drinking you in. with parted lips, you began to speak when wheezie suddenly cut in, “you’re really hot,” she blurted, your parted lips expanding into a flushed smile as sarah snorted beside you, a complete contrast from the stern and bewildered stares that wheezie received from ward and rose.

“that was so inappropriate, wheezie,” rose scolded with a displeased roll of her eyes, before turning to face ward who kept his stern eyes on wheezie who sunk into her seat.

you were quick to mouth ‘thank you’ to the younger girl, before turning your attention to ward who let out out a sharp sigh, running a hand over his face, before forcing a smile, “alright, well — my son should be home any minute, so please, feel free to help yourself to what’s on the table,” ward motioned to the array of salad, sandwiches, fruits, and pitchers of juice that covered the table. with a shaky hand, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice, licking over your glossed lips as sarah did followed suit, filling her glass.

just as you brought the glass to your lips, the sight of a tall young man, with greasy strands of hair fanning over his face approached the table, dressed in a black button up and khaki pants. fuck, he was hot. subconsciously your pressed your thighs together, focusing your attention on swallowing down the citrusy juice that flooded your tongue.

“nice of you to join us, rafe — have a seat, son,” ward spoke gruffly, watching closely as rafe took the seat at the opposite end of the table, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took in your presence. his bright blue eyes immediately went the swells of your pushed-up breasts, before flickering up to meet your shy gaze, earning a disgusted scoff from sarah. ward did not miss his son’s inappropriate transgression, clearing his throat to gather the attention of the table, “son, this is sarah’s friend,” ward introduced you, rafe’s eyes remaining on yours as your name fell from ward’s mouth, causing rafe’s eyebrows to raise in intrigue as his head cocked to the side.

rafe decided that he had to toy with you, see if you truly were as light and airy as your physical appearance portrayed as he parted his pink lips, “yeah? how’d you get so lucky to meet my sweet sister, sarah?” rafe spoke, his tone pathetically condescending as he carefully watched you awkwardly shift in your sweet. you were a skittish one — he liked that.

with a forced and breathy laugh, you smiled politely, “she was riding her bike and she saw my horse, leche,” you answered truthfully, earning an amused chuckle from rafe that left you somewhat embarrassed. your doe eyes were quick to glaze as you swallowed thickly, before you turned to sarah.

“rafe, don’t be such a dick,” sarah spat, earning a corrective tut from ward as rafe glanced at his father with feigned confusion.

leaning forward, rafe focused his attention onto sarah, a tall knowing smirk on his face, “easy, sarah — m’just getting to know your little friend, i mean, isn’t that why she’s here?” rafe pushes further, returning his eyes to yours as your fingers fiddled with the silk trims that lined the hem of your dress. “she’s a big girl, i’m sure that she could speak up for her-” rafe began, before he was harshly cut off by the slam of ward’s closed fist colliding with the table, causing rafe to silence, his jaw clenched as he closed his eager mouth.

there was a part of you that felt bad for rafe, you almost felt responsible for his scolding, your soft eyes didn’t miss the way he flinched as ward hit the table. you could see that rafe just wanted attention, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore to subtle ache in your chest as he remained silent for the duration of the lunch, his eyes hanging low as the rest of the cameron family made polite conversation with you. it wasn’t until the entirety of the table went off to do their own thing, that you turned to rafe who blankly stared at his empty plate.

going against sarah’s wishes, you insisted on at least trying to talk to rafe and sarah knew that you’d simply felt bad for her brother — it was in your nature to want to fix anything that was broken. so, you remained seated, flipping your hair over your shoulder as your eyes feel on the gold signet ring that dressed rafe’s finger, “i like your ring,” you smiled, your core simmering as rafe brought his eyes to yours, his blank face empty of any definite expression.

“look — y’just a naive little girl who is my sister’s friend, not mine, y’understand?” rafe snapped, fighting back every urge not to bend you over the table as your glossed lips slightly quivered at his harsh words. your stomach churned with embarrassment as your eyes welled with hot threatening tears, “y’don’t speak to me, unless i speak to you, a’ight?” he spat, swallowing back the bitter guilt that became apparent in his tongue as you furiously nodded in your seat.

“okay,” you squeaked out, before hastily standing from your seat as you rushed to make your way back inside of the home, before rafe could see the fat tears that rolled down your blushy cheeks.

rafe knew that he had been a bit too harsh towards you, but he could tell that you needed some tough love — i mean, what was wrong with some redirection? your head was too far up in the clouds, and that would end up getting you into trouble that not even your pretty and swollen smile would be able to get out of. and what kind of a man would rafe be, if he didn’t look out for you, keep an eye out for you … even if it meant that he stole a glance up your dress as you tearfully walked away from him.

#♡ anon #asks #stoppp because americana!reader is so cute #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #obx imagine #obx #americana!reader

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007reid · 7 months

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YASSSS okoki blurb/ drabble spence painting readers face/ praise kink <333 my brain is a horny machine.

🤭🤭had sm fun writing this, i luvv nsfw reqs!! enjoy <3

to wake up seeing spencer’s face nuzzled into your neck is the best part of your morning. the second best part has to be this.

spencer looks the prettiest like this, head thrown back and hand wrapping your hair into a ponytail as you work your mouth on him, taking your time, sweet whimpers falling out of his mouth. he’s about to cum, you know it, just from the way his brows is furrowed together and how his pants had gotten quicker, more high pitched.

“fuck y/n you look so good,” he breathe and you nearly preen at the compliment, covering the base of his dick with your hands as you sink your mouth down on him, bobbing your head. “such a good girl for me, tryna be good so that i compliment you more, hm?” he’s out of breath and his words are interrupted by his panting, but you heard every word.

one thing about spencer you didn’t expect when you first got together was how dirty he can work his mouth, yet while he’s saying all these filthy words to you he looks completely undone, writhing and helpless as you lick up his cock slowly, tediously. hes so gentle, so sweet to you yet so fucking nasty, and you absolutely love it. love him.

you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, looking up and he’s already looking at you, lids hooded and mouth ajar, red from him biting on his lips. “god you look so fucking beautiful like this baby,” he moans, pushing the curls off his eyes with his hand, the other hand still holding back your hair. what a gentleman.

you hum, pleased and you feel that ball of fuzz at the bottom of your stomach that warmed with every compliment, every praise. this does not go amiss to spencer, and he smirks. “like that, don’t you?” he asks, guiding you by your hair up and down his cock until he’s slowly fucking into your mouth. “like it when i praise you, call you my good girl, makin’ me feel so good? hm?”

you moan around his cock, feeling yourself clenching wetly around nothing at the sound of his words. spencer squeezes his eyes shut and you already know what he’s going to say next before it even comes out his mouth. “gonna cum baby,” he whines. “i—fuck—“

you remove your mouth on him with a pop, a string of spit connecting the redness of his tip to your lips. “want you to cum on my face, spence,” you say sultrily, wiping a bead of precum off the head of his cock. spencer’s hands grip the sheets. he’s close, really close, and the both of you can feel it. he wraps his hand around his own cock, getting himself off with jerky motions as you trace patterns on his inner thigh, purring. “want you to paint my face with your cum spence, want you to—“

his entire body freezes for a second and then he’s coming, blurts and string of cum leaking out his cock and he’s whining, moaning so loudly as his orgasm hits him like a loaded truck and you close your eyes appreciatively, feeling the wetness of his cum splatter your cheeks and lips.

spencer can never keep his mouth shut while or after he cums. “y/n, y/n, fuck…” he whimpers softly like a wounded animal, sensitive and overwhelmed. you make your way up his body, pressing kisses along the way and brushing his disarrayed curls back once you reach him. “my beautiful girl,” he murmurs, wiping a thumb over your shiny, puffy bottom lip. his hand sneaks down your body, and lingers on the waistband of your shorts. “so good to me.” you kiss him as his hand sneak further, palming you through your shorts and you gasp. “it’s my turn, honey.”

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thecuriousquest · 5 days

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Hiii tyyy and same I love Gojo and geto as well 😭 can I request for either one or both I don’t mind, where they find out reader did something bad or like a maid maybe snitched on reader about sneaking out, so they punish her harshly, but later find out that reader didn’t really do it? And she was being good the whole time and basically got punished for nothing, what would their reactions be? 😩😩 ty sm you can ignore this if you don’t want to write it or something, I read your rules so I hope it’s all okay, ily your work I hope you eat and drink and sleep well <333

Welcome to the Yakuza

Mafia AU Yan!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader x Yan!Satoru Gojo (Yan!SatoSugu)

Warnings: NSFW (nothing sexual), dark yandere themes, punishments, spanking (with a belt), hair pulling, implied kidnapping, sex implied (nothing sexual actually happens), murder (explicit), character betrayal, 18+ characters

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Note: Thank you so much for the request, Adventurer! I hope you don’t mind the Mafia AU. I just thought it fit better. 🖤🤘

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When you were snatched and thrusted into this world without knowing what world you were even being thrown into, you were warned multiple times about the top of the clan, and the men who picked you for the tedious job of serving just so happened to be some of the highest ranking members of the Yakuza.

You were supposed to work as a servant girl at first. Standing there and looking pretty while everyone sat at the table and ate dinner. You were just supposed to be eye candy with a small purpose. The maids loved having you around, someone to gossip and chat with, someone to tease in a sisterly way. There aren’t many girls who are picked to work for the Yakuza. Only a handful of girls work as maids, and there’s only one position for a servant girl.

You were the shiny new toy to play with for the other girls…unfortunately, you caught none other than Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto’s eyes, and even they outrank the people who picked you for your current position. And with the snap of his majestic fingers, you were shoved through the doors of a new life.

———

(Weeks later)

Now that you belong to the highest ranking members of the Yakuza, the two men nobody would ever dare to cross, you sit on your bed and chew nervously on the nail of your thumb.

Geto and Gojo walk into the bedroom, Gojo closing the door behind him. The duo is dressed sharply in black suits, and you straighten up your posture upon their intimidating presence.

“So…do you have an answer yet?” Suguru asks.

You’re still confused. You’ve been thinking about it ever since you were sent to your bedroom by Geto because you couldn’t answer his question.

“My answer is still the same. I didn’t leave.”

“Do you hear that, Satoru? She didn’t leave.”

“Well, maybe, we’ll just have to punish the truth out of her,” Gojo responds this time as he walks closer to you.

“No! No, I don’t need to be punished! I swear, I’m telling the truth!”

“Then, tell us why Maki showed us a pair of your shoes with mud all over them. If you didn’t go out yesterday, then why are your boots so dirty?”

Maki, one of the maids you were friends with, one of the girls who you actually enjoyed talking with more than a few times a day…she did something like that to you? You thought she was your friend, a good friend at that!

“I…I don’t know how they got muddy, but I swear, I didn’t leave! I would never go outside without your permission. I know I’m not allowed. I know the consequences. Please, I promise!”

Disappointment crosses the features of both men, however, Geto looks slightly agitated as well because he can’t get you to be honest.

It’s Gojo that doesn’t have any trouble following through. If you won’t be candid with your answer, then he’ll just have to make you.

His hands reach for the buckle of his belt. You hear it clink and jingle as he unfastens the leather strap around his waist. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his preferred implement pull through the loops of his black pants.

Folding it in half, he snaps it to get your attention. He looks down at you with those celestial orbs, a captivating and surreal blue that you could never imagine would belong to a man with such vicious intent.

“Satoru…I didn’t, I swear,” it’s a small whisper. You hope that he can hear it.

“How did your shoes get muddy, then? Just tell us.”

“I don’t know!” Frustration, desperation, it all comes tumbling out of your mouth, and as soon as it does, you’re crying hoarsely with Geto’s hands on you.

He forces you to turn over on your stomach, holding you down because he knows you won’t stay put if he doesn’t. The dark haired man is bigger than you, stronger, fiercer. When he sets his mind to something, he sees through until the very end.

Your punishment was already decided before they even walked in here. You stood no chance. Your choice was either to be truthful and take an easier spanking or try and weasel your way out by lying and taking a more severe whipping.

Whipping it is.

You cry out, pounding your fists against the mattress. “I didn’t do anything! I didn’t! I swear on my life!”

Geto hushes you, curling his fingers underneath the short hem of your dress and pulling it up to your back. His palm brushes the soft swell of your ass, giving a gentle squeeze just before tugging down your panties. He has the pleasure of watching both your facial features twist in pain as well as seeing your bottom jiggle with each strike of the belt.

Satoru doesn’t make any type of expression. He keeps on a mask of neutrality with every lash he gives you. Though he is tough in nature, you bring out a soft spot in his heart. He finds no joy in this, none whatsoever. He’s only doing this because he has to, and he is going to drive this lesson through your brain because he absolutely hates hurting his precious gem like this.

They both feel as though you deserve it, and whereas Satoru doesn’t exactly like putting you through so much pain, a part of him does feel a sense of satisfaction in making you pay for disobeying and lying.

You clutch the silk sheets in your fists, screaming at the top of your lungs as the leather whips the crest of your butt. You squeeze your red and watery eyes shut as you kick your feet from the agonizing sting building up.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for?” Suguru asks as he grips your hair at the crown of your head and pulls it back. “Are you sorry for sneaking out and trying to lie about it?”

At this point, you’ll say anything to make it stop…even if it means swallowing your pride and admitting to something you didn’t do.

“Yes, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for disobeying and lying! I won’t do it again!”

It’s not fair, but it doesn’t have to be. These are two men who get whatever they want whenever they want it. As much as it hurts your heart that they don’t believe you, there isn’t much you can do about it.

Ten strokes of the belt go by, and Satoru throws it down on the bed. He stands there, looking down at you and Suguru.

Geto finally releases your hair, and you drop your head back down to the mattress out of exhaustion and misery.

“Do you understand what happens now when you lie and go against our rules? You put your safety at risk by going out there!” The white haired man scolds.

You sob into the mattress, nodding your head along to his lecture while Suguru rubs your back in an attempt to calm you down.

When you can finally take in deep breaths without your lungs rattling and shaking, Geto speaks for both himself and Gojo, “Now…you’ve really displeased us tonight. How do you plan to make it up to us?”

“I’ll serve you both well.”

“Yes, I’m sure you will.”

You look up at both of them as they start removing their shirts.

———

(Four days later)

It’s raining in Japan, but Suguru has to go out and attend to some business. It’s unavoidable. He’s been putting it off for a while now, and he just can’t keep pushing back this meeting anymore. Sighing as he readies his umbrella, he puts his leather gloves on and walks through the garden.

As he checks his phone, his black dress shoe bumps into something, and he is forced to take a step back. He looks down and sees a young maid on the small pathway of the garden. She’s kneeling, and…appears to be rubbing mud on your shoes.

“Maki…what…what are you doing with Y/N’s boots?”

Never in a million years could he have imagined this. Maki was always such a loyal and dedicated worker. As he puts two and two together, he can’t help but deem this act unforgivable. No, her fate has already been decided. No matter what she says, she won’t be able to worm her way out of this.

Maki notices the realization pass over Suguru’s features. She knows there’s no use lying.

Gritting her teeth, the green haired maid stands up, leaving your boots in the mud.

“She was new…here for…what? A month? I’ve been here for two years.” Tears begin welling up in her eyes. “Why? Why did you choose her over me? Mr. Geto, please, tell me!”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? You clean toilets, vomit, and blood for a living. That’s your job. It doesn’t matter to me how long you worked here. You’re not interesting to me. You’re…plain and boring.”

Maki clenches her fists in anger and growls in frustration. “But she-“

“Y/N wasn’t just good at her job and diligent, she stood out, and she obviously did a better job than you if she managed to catch Gojo’s attention as a serving girl. And if I recall, you were supposed to be friends with her. So you did all of this out of petty jealousy? Well, Ms. Zen’in, it seems as though I punished the wrong person, and you have some atoning to do.”

Disregarding his umbrella in the garden, he grabs Maki by the scruff of her collar and drags her inside. Her fitting uniform clinging to her curves as Suguru pushes the doors of Gojo’s office open and shoving her inside so roughly that she falls on her hands and knees.

You just happen to be in there as well, kneeling by Gojo’s feet so that he can absentmindedly pet your head.

He looks up past his sunglasses, giving his partner in crime a curious glance. “What’s the maid doing here?”

“She lied about Y/N.”

Satoru’s eyes go wide, his brows raising as he sits up in his chair.

Maki has the decency to stay in a kneeling position, though she can’t help but glare at you with malice churning in her heart, rage roiling in her stomach. She full heartedly believes she deserves to be kneeling at Gojo’s feet right now. It should be her in Suguru’s bed. It should be her wearing the most expensive dresses and jewelry the two highest ranking Yakuza men can offer. She deserves it more than you.

“What happened? Did she say something?” Satoru can’t help but ask.

“I found her spreading mud on Y/N’s shoes in the garden when I was on my way to a meeting.”

His heavenly eyes fall on you, that rich blue sparkling and shining like a galaxy bores into you. He puts a hand on your shoulder, turning your attention to him.

“You really were telling the truth yesterday?”

All you can manage is a small nod, not really trusting your voice with how everyone in the room is looking at you, especially Maki.

Gojo picks you up under your arms and sits you on his lap, careful to set your bottom between his thighs so as not to put pressure on your rear. He hugs you closely and apologizes profusely, never having experienced such guilt before.

And Geto…Geto feels guilt as well, but it comes out in the form of anger. He kicks Maki in the stomach right in front of you and pulls out his gun, pointing it straight at Maki’s head.

“I believe I told you that you have some atoning to do, Ms. Zen’in. You should really start apologizing.”

He cocks the magazine and walks over to the maid, making sure the barrel of the gun nuzzles nicely against her green hair.

You watch as her expression of bitter hatred is instantaneously replaced with one of trepidation.

“Mr. Geto, M-Mr. Gojo, I am so sorry for my behavior. I promise, it won’t ever happen again. Please, please, don’t kill me!”

Tears rise, spilling over the bottoms of her lashes. All you can do is watch with a similar expression of horror as your lips part, your eyes never once blinking as your mind rapidly tries to process the events before you.

Maki on her hands and knees. Maki with a gun to her head. Geto standing behind her. Geto holding the gun to her head. She’s begging, you’re silently begging for nothing to happen.

Please, please, God, let everything go back to normal. Please, let me wake up from this sick nightmare!

“You betrayed us, betrayed Y/N, in one of the worst ways possible. You’re really asking for mercy from us before even apologizing to her?”

Her golden eyes shift up to look at you, and you can sense her hesitation. All she has to do is apologize, and her life will be spared. She’ll be okay if she just says “I’m sorry”.

“Maki…please…just do what he wants-“

Gojo immediately quiets you, telling you to be silent, ordering you to just watch.

“Well, Ms. Zen’in?” Suguru asks as he presses the gun further against the back of her head.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry for trying to destroy your relationship with Mr. Gojo and Mr. Geto, Y/N.”

“That’s Ms. L/N to you right now, Ms. Zen’in,” comes the cold reply of the steely man right behind Maki. “And very good, you apologized. All is well now.”

Maki sighs in relief. You hear it, you see it. A shot in the room rings out, and Maki never expected it. Your fingers cling to Gojo’s arm, and you can hear screaming in the room only to realize moments later that it’s your own shrill voice.

Her golden eyes, wide and lifeless. The blood, like a river of crimson. It’s burned into your psyche, ingrained in there forever.

You’ve never witnessed death before, especially not the death of someone you had once considered a friend. You thought everything would be okay if she just apologized, you thought she would live! Why did you think these two ruthless Yakuza men would let her live after what she did to you?

“Why?! Why did you do that?!”

You can’t help but try to squirm off of Gojo’s lap as he holds you closely.

Suguru uses a cloth to clean the blood spatter and brain matter off of his black gun. He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, poor thing. I forgot, you’re not used to seeing things like this. Anyway, I thought it would be better if you witnessed her punishment. It was only fair after what she did to you.”

“Should’ve whipped her first before killing the bitch,” Gojo mutters as he tries to comfort you, hugging you to his chest so that you can’t wriggle away from him.

That only makes you feel even more uncomfortable. It makes you panic even more. What the actual fuck is wrong with these two?

“Good idea. I’ll keep that in mind if something like this ever happens again.”

That…is extremely unsettling.

You hide your face in Gojo’s chest, trying to no longer look at the corpse splayed on the floor with a bullet in her head. You clutch the lapels of his suit, feeling like you’re about to start dry heaving. Tears profusely dribble down your cheeks as you sob.

Suguru finally puts his gun away in his holster. Walking over to you, he puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to look up at him.

“Everything’s going to be okay now. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. Come on. Let’s get out of here so we can take care of you.”

Gojo nods and brushes my hair out of my face as I keep my face hidden against him. “That sounds like a good idea. Why don’t you close your eyes? I’ll tell you when to open them.”

He stands up and leaves with Geto. Despite his warning, you can’t help but peek over his shoulder, your eyes linger on your dead friend until the door shuts, blocking your teary-eyed view of her completely.

This is what things are going to be like now. Welcome to your new life in the Yakuza.

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willowser · 1 year

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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !!#i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹#this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!!#this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!!#how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL #he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!#god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !!#the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL #thank you again dearest !!#he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊#and by this he means YOU 👀#๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑ #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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