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[cixteenyne]

i nEED more izu content and you are the best of the best so i needed to come to you

personally, the thing that i think gets over looked about midoriya is that

1: he’s strong as fuck??? (gets me so weak in the knees heaven knows)

2: BLACK. WHIP.

jesus christ he’s just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think he’s so neat i want him to do things to me

anyways, smutfic about him coming home to reader after she’s been a brat to him all day & him being such a sweet & loving dom but also that type of menacing & powerful hero he is. he loves his s/o to no end, but will not hesitate to put her in her place!!! wow my stomach turns just thinking about it

basically, brat tamer izuku, using blackwhip. i’m so down bad for him it hurts

I remember getting this ask and salivating at it, yet I had no idea how to write and interpret it into a full blown post instead of just a thirst and I just didn’t feel like posting (I meant it when I said I’m barley consistent). SOOO in April 1, no, this isn’t an april fools joke!! I bring you, angry izuku ..

Warning(s): vulgar wording (yk how we do), restraints, mean izuku/passive aggressive, manhandling, inappropriate use of black whip, brat taming, slight intimidation if you squint, Fem reader. Halfway proofread…😒

‘Patient and Gentle’

Izuku had been so sweet to you all day, so caring and soft and understanding- he always had been, so it’s just to say he’s being himself as per usual. But, you. You.

Just so snide today, snappy little thing.

What did he do? He doesn’t know- he doesn’t care to know, he won’t listen to you if you try to explain, well- he will; just won’t let it linger. He’s past that.

You’re past that.

He sighed as he walked into the room, the door shutting softly behind him despite the off energy he had around him.

He doesn’t move from his spot, his hand still resting against the door as his head peers behind him. To you. He just gazes for a while, only a while before- clip! Another snappy remark, it was just ‘clip, clip, clip’ with you today, that’s all he could portray it as.

Something like a… like a-

“oh, that’s weird.”

Or a short ‘clip!’ Of a

“whatever.” In a certain tone a- cadence, if you will.

Why were you speaking this specific way to him. And why was it pissing him off so.. damn.. much…?

He still looking at you, yet at some point he’s turned around a tuned out whatever snide remark you’re sure to have made by now. His eyes keep traversing from one point to another, each point having something to do with you.

A short question of; ‘is there a problem?’

Is there?

“I don’t know.” A shrug from you. And a back fucking turned.

It makes his blood simmer to an 8 on a stove.

His footsteps are light yet foreboding as they advanced toward you, to you standing so.. he can’t even find the words, how does one stand in indifference? That must be it.

He’s in your personal space now, he’s smiling so sweetly at you; the way he always had, so patient and gentle. Yet his words are cracked with the tone, clashing with the way they dance out of his lips.

“Is there a problem..?” Is there? He needs to know, he had asked you a question, he wanted an answer. He didn’t ask for an ‘I don’t know.’ He asked for an explanation. Did you not understand that?- or, were you being a dumb whore on purpose?

You shook your head, not meeting his eyes. There was no problem. so, what the hell is your deal today?

“Speak up, baby..”

“No..”

you shook you head again. It was mumbled out, maybe due to his body smothering yours, but at least it was in words.

“Then what’s wrong, baby? Yr’ you acting like that.. hm?”

He whispered to you, talking you down as if you were a kid experiencing anger for the first time. His faux sad expression was beginning to make you feel silly. Good. That’s was good.

You look away- or you try to, yet his face follows yours, not letting you escape his eyes.

“Don’t- no, you don’t do that. You look at me. ‘K..? I don’t like that.”

He really didn’t. And you knew that. He looked a little disappointed too, shame. What a shame, yet you were shameless.

He sighed, a click of his teeth as he let silence permeate the room.

A cold solid-? A chilly.. rope.. it slid around your neck, slowly and purposefully. It’s grip tightening with no intent to let go. There was a tug on it, forcing you the look up at him.

Black whip. He activated it and was using it as a leash, he thought it was fitting. Act like a bitch, get treated like one. ‘S only fair.

“Izu’s a little mad okay..? And he’s sorry… but- he needs to teach his girl… m’kay..?”

You stood in place, slightly defiant, yet not outright. So he tugged. Hard. And you stumbled out of place.

“C’mon.. T’ the bed.. s’right there..” a slow step forward, then the rest followed suit, she was hoping for a smooth walk over to the bed, but she was pushed so meanly by him.

He didn’t say anything as he bullied her with such a sweet face. Always so patient and gentle. Even when he’s not.

He rolled the black whip in his hands, his quirk tightening around him as he tugged your neck back, getting on top of you. He had pushed you onto your tummy. He even got down low next to your ear to taunt you like a bully.

“Izu has to do this okay..? Keep his girl good. ‘Zuku doesn’t like disobeying whores. He doesn’t like mean girls.”

Being so mean to him all day. Whore. How dare you. But don’t worry, he loves you so much, he’s willing to teach you himself- just how he likes his girls.

He reached around under your hips and undid your button. And a ‘ziiiip!’ Oh, it was foreboding. Your body was heating up, it was like an oven with no limit.

Your pants were being pushed down, and you keened. A whine at being exposed to casually as he shushed you.

“Shhh.. shh, lemme take it off.. all of it.”

Your pants couldn’t hit the floor before his hands were always working off your shirt, as he let black whip go for a while to get it off.

Yet his hands were right back on it. Harsher, no bra. truly a whore.

He filled his palm with your breast, the soft supple flesh making him groan, a grind of his hips into your ass. He was going to fucking ruin you for this.

His breathing was hot and heavy against your neck, making goosebumps rise and quicker across your skin.

His hands began snaking again, from your breast, to your tummy, your hips, the inside of your panties. Your pussy. So, so.. wet already.

And then he was dragging them down your laps and kicking them away. His finger just playing with your pussy for a while, two finger sliding down the crevices, a palm cupping it whole and rubbing, and a single finger on your clit. Slowly rubbing and pinching, tapping.

His lips kissing your neck so sweetly. So patient and gentle.. a suck across your skin. And moan and a whine, it only made him harder.

He stops his playing- his rubbing and you whine again, disappointed, and it makes him smile a little more sweetly, or cruelly, he can’t tell himself at this point, he just knows he loves watching that sweet face of yours contort.

Black while fluctuates and another tendril seeps out and bind your arms, forcing them to your back. Your pussy drips at the strain in your shoulders.

He hadn’t taken anything off yet, and he didn’t plan too! He didn’t need to. He undid his belt, slowly. Letting the ‘clink!’ And the ‘dink!’ Of the metal fill your ears. Letting you anticipate.

His bulge is almost painful, the strain of it is almost good, yet it still annoys him- having it be let free was heavenly.. his green was deep yet still so sweet, a whine in his voice that never quite went away even as it deepened with age..

His cock bobbed up and as it fell back down, heavy under its own weight, the tip tapped your ass, leaving it to ripple. The sight made him keen yet it dipped into a moan as his own hand wrapped around his aching dick. It drooled precum.

Black whip flickered as his mind was muddled with pleasure, yet his control of it was impressive despite the situation. He wasn’t number one for nothing.

“He’s gonna teach you.. ‘kay..? Fuck… look so good baby… if you weren’t such a mean slut today-.. I’d be a little gentle..”

the way he spoke was as if he ran a marathon, and his voice always had the undertones of a whine.

He pushed his hand to his shirt, as if the action took everything in him- and began to unbutton it in a hurry, he felt stuffy in the article of clothing and he needed it off- or atleast open.

He tightened black whip, wrapping his hand in it further to force you into an arch, stroking his cock and lining it up with your pussy, cunt dripping with arousal.

The tip tapped against the entrance, then it pushed in, and in, and stretched, each inch was fucking delicious. Your eyes rolled and you bit your lip, and he heard it- he didn’t like it, if that angry tug of black whip was anything to go by.

He couldn’t help but slam the rest of it in, making you yelp. His grunts are uncontrollable and he doesn’t care. he whines behind you as his tip just leaks and leaks inside of you, yet he hadn’t cum yet.

Just made it more slippery and the sounds -god, the sounds- the sloppy and wet sounds of his cock driving into you cunt wasn’t drowned out by your combined moans.

He kept it tugged in your little leash as he keeps thrusting, his voice raw with pleasure and still a bit of irritation.

You still had upset him earlier, he had every right to take it out on you. You’re his girl.

He hips sped up, this thrusts got harder and your legs would have given out if his hips weren’t keeping you in place. Fucking his anger into you, and yours out of you.

He pulled your leash up and forced you to your feet, your back flush against his chest as she kept fucking you, going and going and fucking going, you couldn’t barley think- let alone stand. Fucking you like a rag doll was all he planned on doing.

His hand went to your front, and began to play with your clit, rolling it under his finger, making you dizzy, you moans increasing and you felt yourself tremble. You were about to cum, he knew it.

You always came first, that wouldn’t change, even if you were mean, and he was angry, he was going to take care of his girl, let her cum all she wants.

And you did, you came around him and squeezed his cock like it was a lifeline. Her pussy fluttering around him.

But he wouldn’t stop until he was finished too. Your body was pushed back onto the bed, the black whip disintegrating as he took his own hands and used them to restrain you instead. He pushed his hips deep into yours in slow yet aggressive thrusts. He was going to cum, fill you, he was going to teach you just what your place was and to never forget it.

“Fuck..! Fuck!”

And two deep thrusts was all he had left before he burst with thick ropes of cum into your pussy. Your tummy being filled with warmth and your eyes tilting into your head as they closed in exhaustion.

He stilled and let him empty itself before smiling so sweetly at you.

“Does my baby feel better..?”

He asked, just as sweetly as he always has. Maybe you’d learn something this time around.

“M..hm.”

He mumbled into your ear as he settled his chest against your back;

“Good.. don’t forget what ‘Zuku taught you today.. ‘Kay..?”

So patient and gentle.

(Don’t copy my stuff pookie, bitches with juicy pussy DONT copy works.. but you can still reblog… daddy appreciates those.)

[cixteenyne]

Let's sixty nine so we can both get a piece ma'am

I agree completely, let me get my forklift and daddy’ll get right to it🤗🌻🫄

[cixteenyne]

I didn't know you were back! Welcome!

One question, will you ever follow that My Hero Academia guys series?

Please don't leave again, your writing is incredible!

Monday - Izukus’ Alone Time..

heyyy ahaaa what the flip guys it’s been a while and yes I’m back and I’ll try not to leave!! Idk I sleep a lot so I just don’t be doin shit. ANYWAYSSS onto the warnings girlypopss

(Warning(s): Vulgar language, Smut- Duh. Fem aligned, Sleepy Sex. Tired Izu. Kind of somno if you go up your ass and around the corner but that’s just what I heard

You can find Sunday here! Enjoy!

Izuku is energetic. That’s no secret, always so eager to overdo it and prove himself. That can take a toll on anyone, overdoing it that much. Especially on a Monday of all days.

Sometimes you’d see him walking through the door, exhausted, sweat covering him like it belonged there. Maybe it did.

His eyes usually so wide in the morning, worn and half lidded with little energy, yet every drop of accomplishment by sundown. The warm mixed colors giving them a shine that just makes them seem brighter.

You really could relate to him, after Shotou and Katsuki ran you dry the other day, you didn’t look nearly as bad as Izuku after a particularly long training day, but you sure felt like it, just a little more happy about it. You’d jump at a chance to do it again.

Not to say izuku didn’t enjoy the time he spent getting stronger to protect those he loves, to protect you and the others.

It was his lifestyle and he loved every bit of the life he was lucky enough to live.

So to say he was more pent up than usual with this new sudden change of training schedule, would be an understatement.

He kept his eyes on the screen. The only source of light being the soft glow it gave off onto his own view. Well, he tried to keep his eyes open and on the screen, but it really was difficult. A warm shower will do that to you.

The couch sinking pulled his head from sleep, turning his attention and what was left of it- to the person.

To you. Oh, warm you. You who were so sweet as to usher him from the door, and treat his wounds with what little first aid you knew. Which wasn’t much, but it did help. Honest. Sure saved his ass a visit and a scolding from Recovery Girl.

“Izuku? You can sleep y’know? I can see your eyes closing..”

So perceptive. Though it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. He just looked at you. Just looking. And leaning.

Leaning?

Izuku couldn’t help scooching closer to your warmth. He was a little more awake now, but he was still so sluggish. Wrapping his body around you with everything he had, which was much more than you were expecting. Falling onto you with little grace.

He keeps his head in the crook of your neck, his lips moving against it, but not quite doing anything. A kiss here, just barely there. A ghost of his warm breath. He was tired- really, but he wouldn’t pass you up.

His hands wandering and searching everywhere you let him. Tugging that down, moving this to the side. Pushing this up. Opening his mouth and laying it on whatever he could.

He took particular interest in your breasts, pushing your shirt up and sliding his tongue on them, closing his lips around them.

Closing his eyes and indulging in whatever he could take. Your moans and keens were perfect, they were going to put him to sleep, really. He needed more.

He pulled off you, holding himself up suddenly.

“m’sorry baby.. izu’s sorry.. ‘k doll? He’s sorry”

Pushing you legs apart with his own, he puts his chest to yours, laying down with a huff of relaxation. Kept mumbling various “m’sorry”s and how ‘izu’s so tired.’

Though he seems pretty eager in the way he fished his cock out of his plaid pants and pushed your panties wherever they wouldn’t be in the way. He terrible of him, doing this so late at night! He must be thinking that.

His mumbling is still on, but basically unintelligible as he whines and pushes himself in. Thrusting shallowly into you.

The couches’ leather crunches underneath you both as his thrusts meet full. Still just as slow.

His whole body basically covering you. deliberately, you think. And he can’t shut up for the life of him, his mumbling mixed with his moans and pleas that you hear mixed in make your pussy tighten.

His cock hits deep and drags right back out. His sleep worn state slugging his motions.

“P..please, fuck…- please. Please. M’sorry, j’s so tired baby..”

He whined out every word. Izuku may say he’s sorry, but he knows damn well he isn’t.

He knows.

“Zu’s gonna make it- fuck..! Make it.. all up.. to you.”

Just rambling and mumbling and whines mixed with drool and drowsiness.

He’s just so tired. And he wants you.

You can feel his cock twitch inside of you, the movement of his hips becoming snappy. Jerky and even more uncoordinated. Whining and heaving about how he’s gonna cum.

“Gonna cum. G-! Ah..! Gonna.. c-uh!”

His hips stutter as string, after rope, of too warm seed slips from his tip. He whines as he empties himself into you. So needy he is, he’s always so whiney when he’s tired. More greedy. Even someone like him can be greedy. So cute.

With no grace and all exhaustion, he drops himself. All of his weight and mass onto you. Without warning, making you huff at the impact. He doesn’t bother to pull out.

You look down at him, his head in your neck. His forest of dark green hair right in your face.

“Y’feel better?”

A question the barely conscious Izu can’t answer. Well, sorta.

“Mm..” it was all he could offer.

Good enough.

(Ahaaa hey bbg don’t steal my stuffsss ofc u can reblog coochie cakes)

[cixteenyne]

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST.

MONDSTAT

DILUC RAGINVINDR

~Diluc Is Daddy

KAEYA ALBERICH

-Maybe so.

Gone for good. [2]

LIYUE

ZHONGLI ‘MORAX’

-Sub Zhongli Brain rot

CHILDE ‘AJAX’ ‘TARTAGLIA’

-Big Fish

ADEPTUS XIAO

-Messy Little Adeptus.

INAZUMA

SCARAMOUCHE ‘WANDERER’

- Whore

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

- Wine Pon You

ARATAKI ‘NUMERO UNO’ ITO

- Sub Itto Brainrot

[cixteenyne]

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE MASTERLIST.

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SIMON ‘Ghost’ RILEY:

…?

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KYLE ‘Gaz’ GARRICK:

…?

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JOHNNY ‘Soap’ MACTAVISH:

Dumbass Perv Johnny Brainrot.(ft. 141)

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JOHN PRICE:

…?

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TF141:

Dumbass Perv Johnny Brainrot.(ft. 141)

[cixteenyne]

Johnny Brain-rot + 141. Sorta proofread not really!🤩

Hagsgejwjsn omg I’m so normal about CodMW..

Just thinking of soap who’s a dumbass perv. That’s it. He’s a dumbass but he’s a perv, he just can’t be discreet for the life of him!! Give him a break..

Lifting up your skirt dead in the middle of base as his coworkers stroll by. He’d call Simon over and tease you with him. Very loudly.

Poor guy can’t control his volume and basically shouts and hoots about how much he wants to stuff his fingers inside of you as Price just looks on in amusement, cigar in hand.

It isn’t like he isn’t self aware- no! He knows he’s being terribly nasty and inappropriate, especially at his job, how shameful, he knows. But does he care? Mm, no not really.

Can you blame him when he can’t help but flip that flimsy little dress over your hips and put his hands on you?? Can you??

It was almost like giving a bone to a dog, or when you give a wild animal a scrap of meat and then they decide to keep coming back, expecting more next time, All but- Johnny boy doesn’t expect, he just takes!

There was this one time you’d been introduced to the 141, and going back to the “being groped in front of coworkers” thing, the moment he let the crew set eyes on you,

his hands were on you right after! Almost like a shopkeeper showing off all the functions of his latest toy, pushing all the buttons and twisting every knob for others to see and gawk at in wonder. He wanted his guys to approve of and appreciate his doll too!!

Gaz just slid his eyes over to everyone else- and they seemed pretty normal about it, so he indulged too, not wanting to miss anything, how could he look away when his cock didn’t seem to want to? And well- Cap said he’s gotta use his head about things somehow!! Never specified which one.. not his fault!

Price always had this probing look on him, his eyes flit slowly from soap, to his hands, to you, to your body, to the way you’re reacting and all over again, you can’t really tell if he’s about to scold Johnny (half-assedly) for being dirty- or goad him to get better reactions out of you.

He’d decided to mix the two together in one sitting.

“‘re you a Damn mutt, Johnny? Fuckin’ hell. ‘S Quiet girl, ‘eah? Louden ‘er up a bit.”

And in that rough and gruff voice too?! What a double kill…

Great going Price!! Way to punish your subordinates and hold them accountable..

Ghost isn’t any better. Johnny boy just adores his Lt. and looks up to the man. Price egging him on is one thing- but Simon?! GHOST?!!

Oh that man’s gone with his morals, he’s diving IN.

The second. The MILLISECOND Simon shows any sign of wanting a show from soap and his pretty girl, his slacks tighten and he’s showing everything.

That pretty throat of yours,

your cute sounds and reactions to his nasty little touches. Uh, who’s the pervert here again..?

Basically a sales pitch that includes a 2 for 1 deal, you and Johnny both- if Simon decides he wants to play into it.

Well, Gaz is interested and Price wants a show too, and would want for Simon to relax! And well.. captains orders..!

[cixteenyne]

“Mammon is a-many.”

A small anecdote about mammon and his greed.

Fan-made ideals of mammon and his mind. This is not canon and simply my take on him.

Warning(s): Implied character death. Mammon angst.

Mammon is the avatar of greed, He is greedy for it all. He wants to himself. What does he want to himself in particular? He wants it all no matter what it is, it belonged to him from the moment it was spoken and manifested the desire to own it. He is greed personified.

Mammon is the avatar of greed.

Mammon is torn in agony of just who he’s greedy for. He is greedy for their love. All of it. Mammon is a greedy man, everyone knows this.

Greed comes in many forms, he is not just greedy for Grimm. He is greedy for love, yet loneliness. To be together yet apart. To push and to pull. He’s greedy for it all, He is the avatar of Greed.

Mammon is someone who cannot change. He is too greedy for such, too scummy and selfish. Too scummy.

He’s scummy as he watches them smile.

He is selfish as he wishes he were their target.

He’s scummy as he watches him work. And work.

He is selfish as he wishes to take it for himself.

He is greedy for these things, He is the Avatar of Greed.

Mammon sure is a character. Everyone knows this. Characters are doomed, always misunderstood beyond a screen you can’t penetrate or a stage you can’t quite reach, that’s what mammon feels like, a character on a stage for all of Devildom. But mammon is too greedy to feel, he is too scummy for that. He is the Avatar of Greed.

Mammon is a good man.

They think this sometimes, they look through him and see he is good.

Mammon is a good man.

He is the sun they seemed to need.

Mammon was a good man

Even if he was The Avatar of Greed.

[cixteenyne]

'Maybe so..'

A standalone of Kaeya, and fanmade ideals of his mind, please enjoy. Song used while writing: Sunkissed Lola - Pasilyo

Ao3 link to the cross-post.

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Sometimes a word was all it took, a word - syllable of any sort of comfort. Something that resonated with you would stick to you longer than you know. Many things have been said, not much ever done. But when all has indeed been said and done. Begrudgingly. There's never much more to it than to accept that you can't change a thing but yourself, and even that in of itself is no small feat. not for someone like me or him, maybe you. Yet he doesn’t know you, i don't know you, so who am i to say that. 

Sometimes we need someone to say the unnecessary, so we ourselves don't even have to stretch the energy to even think about it. Let alone saying it out loud. You have no one to judge you but your own thoughts once every thing is said and done. Again, begrudgingly. But is it really begrudging when you purse your lips to say the unthinkable? Was it really reluctance when you mustered up the courage to mumble it within the confines of your mind, instead of leaving it in the abyss of “maybe not, maybe so.” 

Not knowing yourself and whether or not you can trust your own mind, and the beings that are capable of peering into it from a simple twitch of the eye, or the sag of a shoulder. A leg slightly too crossed, tense, and suddenly they see right through you. How can I trust that? 

Thinking over and over how you're walking too crookedly, or how your fingers are just too crumpled together. Crumbled like the dreams and hopes you tried too hard to hang on to once you finally stepped over that fine line. A line to fine is doomed from the start, it's begging to be crossed, you cross it no matter what you do, you need not do a thing but wait. 

Isn't that so annoying? knowing that no matter what, that test you have to take is inevitable, that event is going to happen anyway, that person is going to come into your life either way. They’re going to have to leave all the same. Isn’t that so annoying. Like the ticking of a clock that’s set for infinity. Using the beautiful colors of the world to speak to you, foregoing numbers. yet the glasses you're wearing haven't been the most accommodating, so it's all just hues of gray and splotches of anger, it's unsightly, right? annoying.

Holding on to something is difficult, but you can train yourself to grip as hard as you can and pull back. But no matter how hard you train, no matter how many weights you lift, drop, swing, push, pull. Nothing, and I mean nothing can ever prepare you for the strength you need to have to accept having to let go. You can grip with all your might, yet it always manages to slip through the gaps of your fingers, bruised and battered, trembling, unable to do anything but watch them slip by, and into someone else's iron hold. Maybe yours is plastic compared to theirs.

You know you tried your best. Or what you thought was all your might and vigor, But all that you see is a tunnelvision of that thing just drifting away, your skin going as cold as the devastating waters of the merry ship ‘She’, Titanic. You felt like you could drift to the bottom and not put up a fight before anyone had the chance to save you. You say all this, you think it, yet despite it all. When all is said and done, so much has been done, and not enough words. Begrudgingly.

Despite it all, the sun still rises the next day, and you still sit there with the memories you thought you'd continue to make, yet you're here remembering them longer than they cared to stay. And that's ok.

When disaster hits, and all the beauty in life seems to wash away just as quickly as it came, you stop yourself and think, that beauty still came despite it all. Even when it washed away, even for a second it was still there, so tall and beautiful in all its bright colors, how slightly, a splotch of happy hues that used to be so gray and muddied and bleeding into your vision. And maybe it's gonna be okay, that's the moment it will click. It ain't so bad, huh?

‘Maybe so.’, he thinks. And he watches the sun rise just as it had the day before. it even did on that day where it all slipped away, if it had then- it will again, he is living proof of it. 

“Another drink for me, Diluc? Oh, Don't frown at me like that- really, rolling your eyes? I see.”

Kaeya smiles.

[cixteenyne]

'Ｂｉｇ ｆｉｓｈ.'

​Tartaglia/Childe x Fem!reader.

Warning(s): none, SFW

(A/N): Been gone for a while, but I’m back and bout to bust tbh.

Childe was, for lack of better work- a fuckboy. But the only one he couldn't come close to, was you.

He played with their fragile hearts for the sake of his mission, orders are orders after all, they would understand! Sometimes it was just for the sake of his own amusement, see how far he could string them along before he broke it off. He'd broken up with his last girl just a day ago- he knew this wasn't kind, or even morally correct- but he was a Fatui Harbinger, it wasn't his job to be kind. And he’d never been morally correct.

He’d first seen you exiting a shop, he’d only caught a glimpse before he had a new target to play with, but unfortunately for him, it was the other way around. All it took was a look for him to follow you. Trying to snag a chance to chat it up with you, string you along. He knew this would be fun. So did you.

“Have a nice day! Thanks for purchasing!”

You waved the shopkeeper goodbye, going to turn around until you shouldered some random person. You looked up to say sorry, just for him to beat you to the punch.

“Sorry,-” He wasn’t. “-You ok there?” it was only then he had seen you clearly, you were fucking gorgeous. But he needed to reel you in. Line.

“Oh! That's quite the bagging you've got there, mind the help?” Hook.

anyone would sense the sly undertones to his question, but being the nice person you were, you accepted. 

“Oh no! Not at all.” And, Sinker.

He thought he already had you with his display of chivalry and kindness. You were going to be his woman by the end of the day. His soul felt touched at the thought of you being his, but he ignored it, but how wrong he was, you knew what he was doing, you were going to make him work for it. 

“Hm, quite the man aren't you?” He didn't know how much he wanted to hear that from you until you said it. 

“Are you trying to flirt, girly?”

“Isn’t that what you were doing this whole time?”

So you knew? Hm, he liked a challenge when he saw one, you only just met him minutes ago, yet you saw right through him, for some reason, that made him want you more.

“At Least spoil me a little..?”

“Childe, Pleased to meet you”

Yes, you were going to make him work, empty his pockets. But with a twist. You were going to make him yearn to be yours, dream of being with you- all while you strung him along in a game he thought he was king in. Hook.

Over time you both got more intense.

You both were taken with this unspoken game of cat and mouse, yet neither of you could pinpoint who exactly was the mouse. 

Not that it mattered. Line.

You were slowly becoming more alluring, more of his everything. He was becoming yours too.

But you were both set on it. You would be his woman soon enough. One day he would hear you say it, and you’d reel in the big fish;

“Let me be yours” Sinker.

(dont steal my stuff pookie, it aint even good enough to copy 💀)

[cixteenyne]

ahhh I didn't know you were back!! :D

Yeah took a long unwarranted break, I’ll write for as long as I can before I’m burnt out again, I’ll think up some stuff ‼️‼️💪😈

[cixteenyne]

“Wine Pon You..”

Content Warning(S): Degrading names, i.e., Slut, Whore. Dom/Sub dynamics. Dom!Reader, Sub!Heizou. Vulgar Wording. Fem Aligned.

Oh, Heizou..He’s just the cutest, looking at you like that, trying to divert his eyes to something else what wasn’t you on your knees, and in between his.

He knew just what you were planning the minute you locked the door, oh poor Heizou, must have been so nervous!

It almost made you feel bad.

Almost.

You knew it would be a good idea to pick him, to ask him if he’s want to be your partner for this case, he was smart, he was a detective. He had to be. 

Inazuma was strict with its workers proficiency, he was a proficient as they come.

It was supposed to be a project between two good friends. It was nothing more. It was never meant to be more, well, at least to him it wasn’t.

You had every little thing planned and put into place for this moment.

He must have figured that out with the way he were trying, and failing, to be angry at you. To be sly about it, As if he isn’t in the compromised position

You rest your head on his thigh, ever so close to his aching cock.

“You must be so angry, hm?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, but you just kept teasing him and waiting for a reaction.

He always did give the best ones.

He gave nothing but a pensive face, and a slightly lifted smirk, still red in anticipation, but that was all you needed, really.

You use your hand to push his thighs from closing, as you’re still in between them, tutting at him for trying to deter you. How rude of him.

He opens his mouth, probably to let a sly remark slip, but before he can, your lips are already on the base of his dick.

Licking a long stripe until you reach the tip, shutting him up for sure. That stutter of a moan slicing through the previous silence.

You look up at him, eyes slit in wait, waiting for him to say something, anything.

But just as expected, he’s quiet for once, red and shocked. Cute.

Yes, he’s just so cute, how could you not want this?

You grab him by his hips, scooting him just a little closer, before taking him as deep as you can, not stopping until your mouth is full of him.

You would never give this up for the world, the moans he gave, all the more worth the trouble. The breathlessness. The pleasure.

Heizou, one who was always talking until he was reduced to a whore, always so sleek and sneaky with something to say until someone had the upper hand- hell, even then he’d keep yapping his trap..

Until someone made him into the slut he was. The slut he was meant to be.

It’s always been this way, and it will never change.

I wonder how long he’ll last this time around.

(ahhaaa noooo Dont steal my stuff pookie, ur so hott ahhaa)

[cixteenyne]

hey! you watch/know these animes?: Chainsaw Man, Blue Lock and Ao Ashi

I know CSM, and blue lock, but not “Ao Ashi”

I have just started blue lock, and I’m on ep 11 or so!

And finished chainsaw man Anime (not manga) for now.

[cixteenyne]

Alright, I just thought of something really dirty so it's okay if u don't want to write and ignore it - but imagine being the perfect slut for some My Hero Academia guys 👀

Like, always being available for them to use your body, no matter what day or time it is. To the point where they got addicted to you and don't want any other pussy but yours, where their favorite topic of conversation is about how good you feel and how you're always tight despite getting fucked every day, whether it's just for a single cock, two or all at once.

I think it would be interesting if you write short drabbles for each guy, for example:

Monday, 7:30 PM: Doggy style with Kaminari while he films it

Wednesday, 9:21 PM: Spend hours sucking Kirishima's monster cock

Friday, 6:10 AM: Nothing better than starting the day that morning sex with Monoma after fucking you just last night

Sunday, 11:45 PM: The weekend ends and deserves to end with rough sex in a threesome with Todoroki and Bakugo

And so with the boys that you want and the ideas that comes to your mind :) sorry for my english btw and thanks! 🌝

Ok! this will be a multiple part thing, it wont be quick, ill just kind of do it when im not tired (im always tired). but! here is part one! Sundayyyy, with bakugou and Todoroki (i kept alternated between shoto and Todoroki so my baaaad)

Content warning(s): Cunnilingus, Kinda Poly? idk they all like you, Threesomes, Face fucking, Dacryphilia, throat fucking, wrote this at 3AM, so don't expect mind blowing (get it?) smut.

Ah, Sunday...

A rather relaxing day, if you said so yourself, no classes, nothing to do all day. Maybe for you that was true, but Todoroki was in a bit of a pickle, and if Todoroki has a problem, he's going to make it someone else's.

That “someone else” happened to be Bakugou.

This is always how it starts, todoroki gets horny, so he riles up some other friend of his, and then they both come to you, this time he managed to work up Bakugou enough to come see you.

You knew exactly how he did it, too.

He would sit next to someone in the common room, and talk about tons of downright disgusting things he would do to you, he knows they’ll always agree with him, to take you apart with him.

Sure Shoto was oblivious about many things, the effect he had on others, more or less. But he wasn't oblivious about the effect his words had on the other guys in the dorms. All he had to do was say something with pretty packaging, involving you in some way, and Midoriya was already packing a boner and ready to come see you, or Kaminari was already stalking his way towards your room, and Bakugou was already stomping in front of him to get to your door,

To say you could hear them coming from a mile away was an understatement.

Which is why you should have expected to be bent over by someone like him. Like bakugou.

He was hogging you, but Shoto didn't seem to mind, content to scheme while Bakugou marked and prepared you. He was planning to have you take both of them in some way, he just needed a minute to think is all.

The second he was done with your back, biting it up and leaving evidence of himself all over you, he flipped you over to mark up that pretty throat of yours, licking and sucking up the column of your neck.

The noises were obscene and purposeful, he wanted you to hear how much of a mess he was making of your skin, he wanted you to hear the marks, not just see them.

Bakugou began to let up, taking a breather as Todoroki took the chance to hog you for himself, Bakugou scoffing at his eagerness.

Todoroki kissed over top of bakugou’s marks, soothed them with the kiss of a sweetheart, Shoto had a way of ruining you without making it look like he was, he could be destroying you, leaving you no room to do anything but hiccup and cry as he shushed you into a whimpering mess, and as long as he smiled like that, it would look like he was doing nothing wrong,and could do no wrong.

He could blow up a village on live TV and cover it with a smile, and everyone would convince themselves it was CGI, despite having been there to witness it.

He began to undress you, his lips ghosting over your body, over each piece of skin revealed, his hands running up your sides, sliding the shirt off of you, the more your stomach was revealed the further his lips followed, finishing the route with a kiss on your abdomen.

He didn't want you to look away from him, was he staring this whole time?

He never broke his gaze, not even as Bakugou slid his frame beside you to kiss at your neck, not liking being left out. Not even as he slipped his lithe fingers into your waistband and pulled down, not even as his tongue poked out to taste his prize, only ever closing once he got what he wanted.

His mouth closed around his tongue. Around your clit.

The moan that left you is always what he chases after.

Bakugou did want you to forget about him, so if you had his cock in your mouth, that would make it impossible for you to forget he's here, since you seem so enamored with ‘Icy-hot’ over there. He grumbled, getting his hips in your face, he palmed himself through his pants at your moans, he almost felt bad for Todoroki, he was going to have to muffle you. Almost.

He reached into his pants, tugging his painfully erect cock out, never stopping the slow strokes of his hand.

He threw his head back as he stroked himself in front of your face, his head rolling to the side, leering at you through his lashes.

“Open”

Was all he had to say for you to immediately obey as best as you could while todoroki ate like an animal. Bakugou slid his cock into your mouth slowly feeling the slickness of you mouth, leaving a moan falling from his lips as he advanced into your throat, slamming in so suddenly and without warning, you gagged and teared up, that pretty glittery look in your eyes, all because of him, it had precum dripped from his tip just looking at you.

He thrusted into your throat, shaking your body- pushing you into Todoroki, into his mouth.

You were so close, so, so close.

But then Todoroki stopped, a satisfied sigh falling from his lips, like a job well done.

That smile was back as he started leaning over you, watching you take Bakugou's cock up close as Shoto fiddled with his belt, seemingly in no rush to get it off.

He wanted you to hear him taking it off as best you could, he wanted to make you heat up in anticipation, maybe even in fear. As long as you linked it to him.

His belt clinked and clanked against itself as he undid it, leaning back, retreating with his hand sliding down your body as he left your face, he was going to need both hands for this.

Bakugou on one end, and he on the other, this was just too perfect.

His cock springing free, seemingly magnetizing towards your pussy, you could barely see shoto as bakugou used your face like a fleshlight, but shoto didn't mind, he wanted to keep you as oblivious as possible, this would do.

He walked up, placing a hand on your hips and immediately pushing inside of you, your eyes blown wide as you didn't expect him of all people to be so sudden with you, not even giving you a second of rest, he places both of his hands on your hips and snaps his hips as he pulls you back and forth on his cock, forcing you to meet in the middle.

Your moans were muffled by Bakugou and the sound of his balls slapping against your face, and todoroki slipping in and out of your pussy, making sure he was absolutely relentless with his hips.

His hands moving from your hips to your waist as he tries to ground himself, his eyes squeezing closed as you squeezed his cock lifeless, milking him for all he's worth,

He knew he was gonna cum soon, Bakugou was too.

You'd already came, Shoto knew that, that's why he kept going.

To see the whites of your eyes get bigger and bigger as your pupils rolled into the back of your head, unable to think as they both used you for everything you had, as they fucked their feelings into you.

He almost didn't want to stop even after he came, Bakugou didn't either.

Bakugou didn't want those other extras to have their turn with you, they didn't deserve you like he did. The thought made his hips snap faster and his head roll.

But he knew they all had to share.

You could barely think of them as you were reduced to brain mush, all except what the others had in store for Monday.

(Do not copy or translate anywhere! ask first lmao. Yes, you can still reblog bbg aha)

[cixteenyne]

Hey! Just wanna know if u get my BNHA guys x fem!reader req?

Yep! working on it rn! its in google docs, i have a very good idea for this ask...

[cixteenyne]

*-+*Master list*_+*

"Diluc is daddy" - Diluc Raginvidr (Genshin)

Sharing is caring - Armin Arlet, Eren Yaeger (Attack on Titan)

~ Dark ver, Fluffy Ver.

"Itto getting dominated by Reader!" - Arattaki Itto (Genshin)

"Zhongli getting dominated by Reader!" - Zhongli (Genshin)

"W h o r e ..." - Wanderer/Kunikuzishi/Scaramouche (Genshin)

"Messy Little Adeptus" - Xiao (Genshin)

"Freaky Deaky" - Todoroki Shouto (Boku no Hero Academia)

"Lucifer i'm Begging" (Short) - Lucifer (Obey me: One master to rule them all)

"Doll" - Subaru Sakamaki, Kanato Sakamaki, Ayato Sakamaki, Raito Sakamaki, Shu Sakamaki, Reiji Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers) (Event!)

"Days of the week" - Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, others soon (Boku no Hero Academia)

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

Thats all the smut! now, onto the other stuff:

"Gone for good" 1, 2. - Kaeya Alberich (Genshin)

"Deviancy In Humans" - Simon (Detroit: Become Human)

"My rose" - Kirishima Eijiro (Boku no Hero Academia)

"The book of love" - Mammon, Lucifer (Obey me: Shall we date?)

"Off with a spin" Mammon, Lucifer (Obey me: Shall we date?)

"His dance with death" - Mammon (Obey me: Shall we date?)

[cixteenyne]

I'm gonna ask early for that event if that's okay!! So how about being the Sakamaki's fuckdoll (diabolik lovers)? 👀

Pervy!Poly!Sakamaki’s x Fuckdoll!reader

I loved this idea so much!!! i wanted to make it even LONGERRR BUUUUTTTT i didnt know how, and the sexy music playlist stopped giving me scenarios for this, (female Aligned) (i had to look at various other smuts and videos to get these men right, partly right, since i dropped the show some time ago. hope you enJOyyYY

Content Warning(s): Polyamourous relationship, Exhibition, Edging, Cumming inside, Vulgar wording (i never hold back lol), Rough sex, Soft sex (as soft as a bloodthirsty vampire boy can get), Face fucking, mean vampires, Breeding, Somnophilia. Listen, a lot happens, ok? buckle up lmao.

It was almost like you couldn't catch a break with them. If it wasn't one it was the other, if one was absent another would show up with some outlandish demand!

You always let them do what they wanted to you, but most of that was because- you didn't know how to do any of it.

You were a virgin before this, before the brothers. yeah, but you weren't exactly innocent, just inexperienced.

Having them take the reigns feels so much better, and it feels right

It almost feels as right as the hands that grip at your arms, tugging you to where they wanted, those soft lips that trailed so sophisticatedly down your sides, the way that Shu would drag every part of himself on you, tease you until you whined and pleaded at him so sweetly that it made his cock ache.

He wanted you to whine his name into the air of the seemingly desolate manor they lived in.

He wanted his brothers to hear, to try and get a taste for oneself. 

They would eventually, but Shu learned to be greedy. He learned to keep you to himself with those sweet kisses, those long lasting cockwarming sessions, those marks he'd leave everywhere.

He knew you preferred him if he was greedy.

If Shu wasn't in the room it was Reiji, they way he undressed you while never even thinking to take off his own attire, it was embarrassing, but they way he studied you, as if something new had popped up (it had). He wasn't even kind enough to tug his gloves off.

He just leered over you, taking a skit of time to adjust his glasses, his eyes still never leaving you. He didn't use you per se, he just liked seeing you sink your fingers into yourself.

Sometimes he'd help you with his own fingers if you begged in that pretty way he liked, other times he would be mean and not even touch himself in front of you.

It was on those days where he watched you squirm in irritation and pleasure and couldn't help but want to stick his cock down your throat. Reiji  liked the way you looked at him when he threatened it.

Or when he mentioned that pretty red rope that he just so happened to have brung with him, they way your eyes widened, in excitement, fear, he didn't care. He was entranced by any look you gave him.

Though he likes his alone time with you, he knew you'd get oh so embarrassed and bashful if another brother were to walk in.

What a coincidence, Ayato just so happened to be in the bathroom the whole time…oops!

They'd both apologize so condescendingly, “oh..so sorry for scaring you like that” a frown on his face that did not reach the mirth in his eyes at your bare state, shying away from their apologies.

Ayato heard everything, you fucking your fingers as deep as they can go in front of Reiji, begging him to help, the way Reiji teased you without even touching you, you were too cute to him, like a mouse.

Since Ayato was a bit unfair, he decided to punish you for acting so whorish without him there, his brother said nothing to defend you from his mean sibling, that coy smile and that leering gaze never leaving your body.

They were both hard, painfully so, but they wouldn't let the fun end too soon.

They knew their cocks were a bit much, but you could take them both, yeah?

Kanato was much different from his brash and unthinking brothers, he liked being close to you, since in comparison he was rather icy. He's still almost as mean as his brothers, but he's not exactly nice either, just willing to let things slide for some time before finally doing something about it. Call it karma.

You had done something particularly annoying this morning, thinking he would do nothing given how different he was from his brothers, but he was anything but mindlessly nice, no, that was your job, you were supposed to be the stupid whore who does nothing but take whatever he shoves in you with a smile, and that was what he would remind you of, in his own Kanato way.

But you have fallen asleep, what a shame! Didn't mean he was gonna stop though, it's Kanato we’re talking about.

He had walked all the way to your room only for you to be asleep, so if anything, this was perfect, more than perfect.

Kanato had stripped you of your clothing, caring not about if he'd wake you up or not, you'd take it even if you woke up, he wanted nothing of your complaining

He'd do what Reiji couldn't, he choke you with his cock until you were crying, you were sleeping so what? You got yourself into this

He unbuckled his belt, not bothering to drop his pants to the floor, to make it all the more condescending he brought that damn bear with him..

His hips hovering over your unsuspecting head, he'd slowly dipped the aching tip into your mouth, just the warmth made him shudder against his cold skin, once it slid down your tongue, seemingly in slow motion, he couldn't hold back the moan in his chest.

As more and more of his cock slid down into your mouth, coated by your tongue, and into your throat, he immediately sped up his thrusts, the first 5 hadn't woken you up surprisingly, but the next one had, you woke up and your hand sped to his hips to slow him down, but not get him off, and he noticed- you were a whore whether you noticed it or not, he had to give it to you.

He'd make sure he gave you everything he had as well.

Although Laito was kind of an asshole, he would be what you liked sometimes, but that was only when one of his brothers was spending a bit too much time with you,

Which- he was still an asshole, but in the way that made your thighs clench, when you had to sit with panties full of your own cum.

Laito was rough with the way he handled you towards the bed, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back, constricting you as he rushes with his belt, the sound has you rearing in anticipation. The zip of his pants, the indication of it already has you whining.

Your cute little whorish skirt, that- yes, he had bought you, but that didn't mean to prance around in public with your pussy practically showing. So he's treating you just how you were acting. Like a whore.

He ripped your panties, the strings of your arousal glaring at him, he slowly stroked his cock, teasing you, rubbing the tip in your slicked pussy.

He gave his cock one stroke before plunging in at a set and relentless pace, he lifted your head by your roots, forcing you to look into a mirror he knew was there all along.

 He called you such mean names, so mean that it made your eyes roll back and your knees buckle, you'd have fallen to the floor if it weren't for the bed you were bent on.

He decided you had too many layers on and reached around you, to the button of your shirt and pulled, the material instantly gave in and he was met with the sight of your tits staring back at him in the mirror,

You knew you were being loud, you knew.

But the brothers knew what was going on the moment Shu got too meaningful with his kisses.

And you knew too.

Subaru was more needy than usual, the constant need to be around you before his brothers was intense, but when you confronted him about it, he was just as aggressive as usual.

His behavior has not changed, it has just intensified.

Especially with the way he had you in his lap, putting his lips anywhere he could, taking control of your hips, drinking up every bit of encouragement from you he could. He was somehow being aggressive and affectionate at the same time, he wanted you to feel every bit of him, his hands on your waist, his head in the crook of your neck, his lips on your throat anytime you threw your head back.

He stood up to lay you on the floor, too caught up in you, and his worry of those stupid brothers of his barging in, so he opted for the floor.

He shuffled off his shirt as fast as he could, palming his cock through his pants, as he got on his knees, hovering over you between the space in your legs, he leaned down to kiss you as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants, stroking it as precum beaded at his tip, trying to relieve some stress on his cock.

You didn't know when you got naked, or which one of you took them off, but you didn't have time to think about it with the way he held his hand against your cheek and pushed his head needily into your neck, the sweet gesture didn’t match the pace of his hips at all.

He was panting so hard you’d mistake him for a hound, his hand switched to the back of one of your knees, trying to reach deeper, to make sure his cum reaches the deepest point it could, he knew he came in large amounts and he didn't want any of it spilling out, he wouldn't have any of that, not when every else had their turn with you, the thought of it only made his pace relentless, you could barely think of what's gotten into him at all.

He'd make sure you were officially his after this, but he knew his brothers would only follow the same steps, but it's all a matter of who does it first.

And that would be undeniably him.

(Do not copy or translate anywhere until you ask! yes, you can still reblog, dont worry! <33) (Edited/Proofread 2/22/23 3:33PM)

[cixteenyne]

"Sharing is caring, Eren!"

"Really Good Friends"

This is an alternate scenario to the Armin Ask! Hope you enjoy!

Content Warning(s): Breeding sorta, Cumming inside, Cuck-turned-Poly, Poly relationship hinted afterwards. Masturbation, Armin just kinda watches like a horn dog. Vulgar wording

Fluff Ver. Dark Ver.

This was so incredibly wrong, to so many levels that it was insane, it was insane how you also craved it at the same time. But not as insane as Armin and that all knowing smile, which would be seen as sweet in any other situation but this.

You could just barely recall how Eren was able to get you in this position, head pushed forcibly into the pillow, his cock reaching deeper and deeper with every passing second, each thrust getting rougher and more meaningful.

But that wasn't the ‘problem’, it was really how Armin was just letting his poor little housewife get manhandled by his best friend, basically brother with how close they seem to be.

Eren has always been touchy, Armin only 10x touchier, if Armin was touching you, Eren was following suit, but never further than a hand on the hip, maybe a squeeze to the tummy if he was feeling it, but nothing more (much to Armin’s disappointment)

Armin was always one for looking out for others, eren was no exception to that rule, armin was keen to what eren wanted, and eren was the same to him.

So when sweet little Armin found out his ‘Brother’ was stressed beyond relief, he offered his pretty little wife all dolled up, cooking a nice lunch for them both to chat over. You. his love, you were too good not to share with Eren, he wanted Eren to have a taste too.

How could Armin refuse, sure they were not blood related, but there's nothing stronger than a ‘brother's’ bond, yeah?

Eren knew he would do the same thing in a heartbeat, and some might say that this is taking friendship a bit too far, but what do they know? 

Armin sat right next to you on the bed, putting your head in his lap, as if his best friend wasn't destroying your pussy right in front of him, that smile could make anything seem normal.

Petting your head while he began to sway from the sheer force of Eren thrusting into you.

Eren was relentless, refusing to let up and make things easier for you, never giving you a chance to stop using that pretty voice, only ever slowing to lean down and turn your head to  shove his fucking tongue down your throat.

The display of his wife getting ruined in that cute little apron he and Eren refused to let you take off, was eating at his mind, everything rushing to his cock- so he wasted no time in letting it free and jerking off, how could he not?

The mix of both of your moans only feuling Armin’s pace on his cock, throwing his head back as Eren sped up in thrusting into you. You both were going to be the death of him.

Armin stood up, hands falling to his sides as he walked to the edge of the bed, or more so- the middle of the edge, where he had a clear view of Eren's cock disappearing into that sweet little pussy of yours. He wondered if Eren would cum inside.

His hands were back on his cock at the thought of it, fast, faster, faster. Never stopping until the knot had snapped.

And when it did, that seemed to do it for Eren, the combo of his best friend's cute little wife, you- and Armin, it was more than enough for him. And he did, he came inside, just the sight of it gushing out of you only solidified their bond for the Nth time. Nothing could come between you three, Armin and his cute wife, who he loves with all his heart. Eren and his best friend's wife, who he also seems to like more than what he lets on, “just stress relief” but Armin sees those eyes, the longing, but never jealousy, almost as if he knows you're his too, without Armin having to tell him that you aren't to be hogged by himself,

 “she's yours too y’know” 

Is all Armin has to say, watching the cum dribble out of his wife, their wife.

It's safe to say they’re really good friends.

(Please do not copy and paste, or translate!! Give credit or ask <3 Yes, you can still reblog!)