#he worked really hard and i missed him soso much <3

[kissenturine]

boothill,, gunplay. thats the thought,, if ur comfortable writing that ofc ofc

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 boothill x m!reader — 1.4k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: gun play, slight chocking, boothill puts his gun in reader's mouth, boothill kind of bends reader over, boothill also makes reader jerk off, uh boothill kinda mean-ish, he pretends to shoot reader, aftercare is not written but it is given! lmk if i missed anyy :3

KAI SAYS: hello guys,, shorter than usual bc ive landed myself in the er due to multiple reasons haha (chronic hives, low blood pressure, fainting spells, dehydration, etc) and i miiight not be able to post until like next weekend maybe (?) so so soso sorry for the inconvenience aaargh, writing this in the hospital too... not dying tho everything super minor so!!

The first time you ever saw Boothill pull a gun was at a training centre. He said something about wanting to work on his aim, and so he decided to head there, late at night. No one else was there—just the two of you.

Boothill pulls out his gun, flicking a few bullets into the spinning revolver with practiced ease before he pulls the trigger. A loud ‘bang’ fills the room, followed by the sound of his metal bullets clinking to the floor after the shot.

“Well color me stoked.” Boothill grins, showing off his sharp teeth. “Seems I ain’t that bad after all!”

“Well, you were always good with guns, anyway.” You respond, returning Boothill’s grin with a smile of your own. He was indeed good with guns, and it was undoubtedly attractive.

Boothill’s hands spin the revolver, watching the metal clink. It was much too fast for you to see, so you didn’t know which one ended up landing. Boothill is quick to draw his gun again, smirking as he pointed it at you—straight into your chest.

“Boothill?” You question. “What are you—”

You are cut off by the loud sound of his gun shooting. Your eyes shut and you winced instinctively, your body tensing up for the bullet that was about to hit your skin.

…Yet it never happened. 

Cracking one eye open, you peer at Boothill cautiously, only to find him gripping his metal abs, a roaring laugh rolling from his lips. “Oh, darlin’ you know I’d never shoot ya!” He laughs again, though this time it was softer. “C’mon, love, I’d never hurt ya.” He murmurs sweetly as he makes his way closer to you, his gun still in hand.

He presses the muzzle playfully against your chest, trailing it up and down your abdomen. Boothill’s smirk only widened as he slipped his gun—along with the hand holding it—under your shirt. He presses the muzzle right against your nipple, watching you shiver at the cool metal.

“Boothill.” You whisper firmly. “What’re you doing?”

He says nothing, only continuing to drag his gun against your skin, sending shivers of delight across your body.

Eventually, his gun finds its way to the hem of your pants. Boothill gives you a wicked smile before he uses his free hand to yank down your pants and boxers, exposing your half-hard cock. “Well, ain’t that a pretty sight.” He cooes, letting the muzzle of his gun rest against your tip.

“Jerk it for me, pretty boy.” Boothill says. You blink up at him, confusion filling your face.

“Huh…?” You question.

“I said.” Boothill groans, pressing the muzzle of his gun harder into your tip. “Jerk it for me, or else I’m gonna be shootin’ this pretty lil’ dick o’ yours.” Boothill wouldn’t really. You knew that. He said it himself. And yet… the fear that he would is still there, forcing small tears to well in your pretty eyes as you looked up at him desperately.

“O-Okay.” You comply, wrapping your hand around your shaft as you slowly start to glide your closed fist up and down.

“Good boy.” Boothill praises, and his voice makes your dick twitch against his gun.

You move your hand, squeezing as you get to your tip and rolling your thumb to spread your precum. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as Boothill rocked the muzzle of his gun in time with your hand.

“Look at ya.” He groans, his free hand going to squeeze at your throat. “Gettin’ off to my gun pointed at ya.” Boothill smirks, rolling the revolver again until the familiar ‘click’ sound resounds around the room. “Pretty thing, d’ya even know what this could do to you? Or are you too dumbed down already?”

“Stop teasin’” You whine, your hand's pace slowing as you turn your gaze away from Boothill’s. “Not that dumb yet…”

“Yet.” He repeats, removing his gun from your dick. “Think I can change that real quick, no?” A sharp laugh escapes Boothill’s lips as he suddenly hoists you up and off the barstool you sat on. He spins your body with only a smidge of grace as he lands you roughly on your stomach against the table, your ass now facing Boothill.

“Aeons, you’re so pretty…” He murmurs, his hands roughly groping the fat of your ass. “Can’t believe yer all mine…”

A whine slips from your lips, high and pathetic as your eyes flutter closed. “Yeah…” You whisper. “All yours…” You feel Boothill drag the muzzle along your back—sliding it under your shirt, before he pulls his arm up, tearing through the thin fabric. You shiver at the newfound cold, goosebumps prickling your exposed skin.

You hear the zipper of his pants as he pulls it down, pulling out his cock and tapping it against your clothed ass before he’s yanking down your shorts. Boothill traces a metal finger around your puckered rim, eyeing you carefully. “Such a cute ‘lil hole…” He whispers out breathlessly. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ destroy it.”

The instant Boothill stops speaking, you feel the tip of his metal cock push past your hole, stretching you out more than you could ever imagine—despite doing this with him before. “Boothill.” You moan out, eyes fluttering as you crane your neck to look at him—only to have your face pushed right back into the table by the shove of his gun against the back of your head,

“Stay still f’me, pretty.” Boothill groans, easing his cock into you. The more he pushes in, the more painful the stretch is… And yet, the more painful it is, the more pleasure your body seems to derive from it. Boothill is only halfway in when you feel like you’ve been stuffed to your limit. A pathetic sound escapes you and you feel his gun press down harder.

Boothill removes his gun from you, using it to force your head to the side. He leans down, spitting a thick glob of spit all over the muzzle, smirking as it gets his gun all messy. “Open.” He taps it against your lips, making sure to smear his spit all over. Boothill’s smirk only widens when you follow, opening your mouth and letting his muzzle sit between your pretty lips. “Atta boy.” He whispers, thrusting with full force his cock into your awaiting hole.

“Boothill…!” You moan out, though it’s muffled by his gun pressing against the flat of your tongue. Your thighs tense at the sudden pleasure. A gurgly whine leaves your throat. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Boothill growls, pressing his gun deeper into your throat. His thumb goes to spin the revolver, making sure it lands on a slot with a bullet before continuing, “and you will. Ya know why, cutie? ‘Cause you're my good boy, and good boys take what they’re given.”

He sets a brutal pace after, thrusting into you relentlessly. It doesn’t matter how you plead, all Boothill does is press his gun further down your throat—until you’re sure your lips will bleed from the stretch. Eventually, his tip knocks against your prostate, sending you over the edge. Your dick squirts a load, all over the table and floor, yet Boothill doesn’t falter.

“Look at you, cummin’ like a slut.” He groans, and his pace seems to increase. He’s suddenly going harder, faster, everything that makes your head spin with the added overstimulation.

You cry against the gun, tears welling in the corner of your eyes. Boothill seems to enjoy the sight, leaning down to kiss softly against the back of your neck, his free hand wrapping around your waist and fisting your spent cock.

“That’s it…” He coos. “You think ya can give me one more?” His hand increases, matching the rhythm of his thrusts as he knocks into your prostate again and again and again. “C-C’mon, need t’do it together.” You nod your head eagerly, drool slipping from between the corner of your lips and his gun.

Boothill thrusts harshly, finally sending you over the edge for the second time, and you feel his metal dick twitch in time with you. Your eyes roll back, ecstasy overwhelming you as Boothill pumps a thick, sticky load into your ass, painting your walls white.

“You’re so good f’me…” He coos into your ear, sliding his gun slowly out of your mouth. With a familiar click, the resounding sound of a gunshot echoes throughout the room as he shoots his last bullet into the table—right by your head. “You’re always so good an’ pretty with my gun…”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @helloanime @kiekole (send ask without anon to be added)

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[pinkaditty]

Hi, hi!

I loved your perverted obey me brothers and you catching them with your underwear. Will you make a part 2 with the other dateables?

If not, no worries!!

I love your work and I hope you have a nice day!

anon. did u know that ur my first ask? did u know that anon? ily. i've been thinking abt this ask since i saw i first got it. i never knew getting an ask could be so euphoric.

anyways

Pervert (Obey Me: Shall We Date) Part 2!

summary: you are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. it will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. you pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… and catch them red handed.

a/n: folks. wow. i did not expect part 1 to be soso popular omg!! ily guys thanks so much for enjoying my stuff waaaah! sorry this second part took so fucking long man so much shit happened. like sooo much im so tired. anyways. here. this part includes the royals, angel, and human. ill be back with the others (thirteen, mephisto, and raphael) soon! they may be slightly ooc bc im unfamiliar with them but ill do my best! also im like literally praying that the characters i wrote here aren't ooc. I tried SO hard please lmk if they are. &lt;;/3

content warning: as usual fem!mc unless you like to imagine yours as a crossdresser (mc's physical attributes are not mentioned but fem undergarments are), and suggestive nsfw content! lmk if there's anything i missed :(

read part 1 here!

AS USUAL MINORS DNI PLEASE! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY! THANK YOU!

Intro:

For a short while, you had been reassigned to stay at Purgatory Hall/The Demon Lord’s Castle/wherever else the Dateables are due to Satan having accidentally destroyed your section of the House of Lamentation. No big deal, but all of the brothers were less than happy to see you go. It’s okay, though. You’ll be fine among the others…

The story is the same, of course. You think someone has been nicking your intimates in their spare time. Which is, of course, strange but simultaneously exciting. 

You decide to set a trap to find out who they are, leaving your hamper full of clothes in the washroom before leaving to grab some scent beads. When you return, as expected, you can hear someone rifling through your intimates, but it’s not rushed. Rather, it’s calm and calculated, as though said person was desperate to not be heard. You decide to wait outside the door for them. Once they collect the spoils of their work, they quietly slip through the door, only to find you leaning against the wall outside, looking at them expectantly. Your arms are crossed and you’re tapping your fingers on your arm. You raise an eyebrow at them, stifling the urge to cackle at their panicked expression.

“Explain yourself, pervert.” 

Diavolo:

You know, simultaneously, you expected him and didn’t expect him at all - at the same time. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Dia was fascinated with humans, especially with you, but… To such lengths? Really? If only Barbatos could see him now. 

For a man that loves to talk… He sure is speechless now.

He’s frozen. The panicked expression remains on his face, his eyes flickering from the surrounding hallways and walls to you, to the floor, and back to the hallways. If there was a way out, he couldn’t find it. Before long, he deflated, resigning to looking down, a pitiful pout on his face. You got the feeling it was partially for show, though.

He whimpered like a hurt puppy before muttering a very formal apology. Keeping his head down, he held out the panties towards you. As you watch him, you realize this man has probably rarely ever felt shame before. It's almost entertaining - watching his eyes spin as he tries to adjust to feeling this way. Though he tries to hide it, you can hear his heaving breaths from here. He was ashamed. You could tell he wasn't ashamed for his actions; rather, he was ashamed because he was caught.

The thought makes you want to laugh, and you do, snatching the panties from his waiting hand. He looks up as you laugh, confused, his lips in a soft pout. His eyes almost look teary, as though he's that sad that you're laughing at him. You stifle your laughter with a hand and wave it off, walking past him into the laundry room to put your panties back in the hamper. Once your laughter dies out, you don't face him, but you do speak to him, knowing he is listening.

"Dia, the next time you find yourself fascinated with me, you can just ask. I'll be happy to spare a worn pair for your sake." 

You hear a surprised gasp, a shuffling of feet, and a relieved exhale. You turn to him, finally, to see him bowing his head in thanks. He's biting his lip and his face is bright red. Probably too embarrassed to make eye contact. He covers his mouth with his hand, muffling his words before speaking.

"Thank you, MC, for letting this slide… And please, don't tell Barbatos…" His face burns red at his final words, and you smile, amused.

"Don't worry, I won't tell." You wink at him before returning to your laundry, hearing his hesitant steps as he walked away.

Barbatos:

He's frozen. Mortified. He stands there, rooted to the spot like a statue of stone. He stammers out your name in surprise, nervously shifting his gaze from you to your surroundings. He clears his throat, holding a hand up to his lips, and keeps it there, as though attempting to hide his growing blush. "I-I deeply apologize, MC. I should not have been here… You were not meant to see me… " He sounds out of breath, his words light and mumbled.

He turns away from you at an angle, shutting his eyes tight and keeping his hand in front of his face. You watch him take deep breaths and attempt to steady himself and regain his composure. You had to admit, watching him fumble through such an embarrassment was awfully entertaining. His chest visibly rose and fell with each audible breath. He gently teetered on his feet, as though he could fall over if he couldn't keep up. What a sight to behold, Barbatos at a loss for words and composure. 

You approach him quietly, walking slowly to prevent the click of your shoes from being heard. You know that while he can't hear you, he can feel you, and he knows you're close. He shuffles backwards shyly, attempting to replace the distance you remove with every step. Ultimately, however, he is too slow, and you manage to get close enough to him, cornering him against a wall inside the laundry room. You make no effort to cage him in, but simply watch as he continues to attempt to get ahold of himself. He swallows thickly and slowly opens his eyes, calming down. He lowers his hand back to his side, and looks at you levelly, his expression still embarrassed but not mortified any longer. You smile, raising an eyebrow.

"I'd like my panties now, thanks." You hold out a hand expectantly, and Barbatos obliges, pulling the panties from his coat pocket and placing them in your waiting hand, all signs of embarrassment gone from his face, replaced by his trademark smile instead. His ears however, were a dead giveaway, as the tips of them remained red. You simply chuckle and lean away from him, humming in thanks and placing them back into the hamper. He moves to assist you with your clothes, and does so efficiently, though you watch him carefully to ensure his nimble fingers don’t grab hold of anything else without your permission. When the task is finished, he bows respectfully.

“Is there anything else I can assist you with, MC?” 

You shake your head, smiling. “No, but thank you, Barbatos.”

With that done, his ears still burning red and his smile faltering slightly, he moves to leave. You stop him, grabbing his arm as he passes you. He looks back at you curiously, embarrassment still painted on his face. “And, please, ask me next time.” You smile, your eyes filling with mirth. “I’d be happy to give you a pair later as thanks for your assistance.”

He swallows thickly and his eyes widen. He bites his lip before nodding, thanking you briskly, and walking away hurriedly, his face red.

You think you see a flash of lace in his back pocket as he leaves, but maybe you’re imagining it...

Simeon:

Now, this was a surprise. The angel? Really?

He yelps in surprise, fumbling with the panties and dropping them on the ground, hiding his face in his hands and backing into a wall. He’s visibly shaking, his hands trembling as he hides behind them, not even peeking out to observe your reaction. His knees wobbled and he began to shrink in on himself, eventually kneeling on the floor. You watch him wordlessly, amused. He’s unexpectedly quite dramatic. 

After a few moments, you hear him mumbling to himself. Confused, you tentatively approach him, listening carefully. You catch little bits of what he’s saying before kneeling down, to which he shrinks further and his mumbling speed increases. Then it hits you. He’s… praying.

He’s literally fucking praying. 

You are so thoroughly amused at this that you want to laugh, but you wonder if being a victim of the wrath of Simeon or the almighty was worth it, so you decide against it. You stifle and disguise your laugh as clearing your throat, doing a comically loud “Ahem” to get Simeon’s attention.

Not one to be disobedient, he stops his muttering and slowly lifts his head to look at you. You smile smugly at him, your eyes narrowing with mirth. You reach out towards him and gently touch his chin. He flinches, but doesn’t pull away, looking between your fingers and your face curiously. You hold his chin and lift it upwards, and he follows your movements, adjusting himself so it’s easier to peer upwards at you. You smile wider, even more amused than before. 

“I don’t think that’ll work down here, Simeon.” Your voice is low and taunting, and Simeon gulps, his eyes still not leaving yours. He still doesn’t say anything, merely trembles, as though he were being judged.

Maybe he was, a little bit, but favorably so. It’s not everyday you’d find an angel ballsy enough to do this, right?

You tut at him, clicking your tongue and shaking your head disapprovingly. “Oh, Simeon…” You put on a fake pout, looking at him with pity in your eyes. “Don’t you know better than to do this?”

“Ugh…” Simeon bites his lip. His eyebrows furrow and his mouth creases downwards into a pathetic expression. You continued to stifle your laughter by biting the inside of your cheek. However, you are ultimately unsuccessful and end up bursting into an amused smile and a few breathy chuckles at him. 

When your laughter dies down, you look at him, still holding his chin. “Come now, Simeon.” You smile, winking at him. “All you have to do is ask… If you‘d like another pair.”

Simeon sucks in a breath in shock, and his eyes widen as he looks at you. He suddenly scrambles to his feet, straightening up, his head still bent forward in embarrassment. 

“I-I’m sorry, MC! It won’t happen again!” He swiftly walks past you, not looking at you and barely opening his eyes enough to see, narrowly missing the wall in his rush to leave. You listen to his retreating footsteps and only laugh. Maybe you’d drop by his room later and give him a gift.

Solomon: 

Shameless. But he’s old and barely human. He’s also the worst.

He doesn’t react much besides his initial panicked reaction, which soon melts into mirth, a smug smile appearing on his face. He’s confident, but not that confident. His exaggerated smug smile twitches at the corners and his face remains flushed a deep red. He dramatically clears his throat and smiles coyly, the picture of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Ah…” He starts, shrugging his shoulders, still smiling, the corners of his lips still twitching. His voice shakes just slightly. “You got me!”

Your face can’t seem to decide if it wants to fall into a disappointed expression at his brazen admission or burst into a fit of laughter at his obvious fear. Instead, it seems to settle on a pitying smirk, and you have to stop it from turning into a full on grin. You sigh and shake your head, not super surprised. 

You approach him, and he visibly stiffens, but his arrogance forces him to stay in place, his confidence crumbling at your certainty. When you stand just in front of him, you hold out your hand, a smug look on your face. “I’ve got you indeed! Hand them over.” Your words are quick and terse, smug smile and knowing look still on your face. Solomon swallows, and looks to the side, gently dropping the panties into your hands. He makes no move to look at you again after that, still facing you but looking away. 

You scoff as you watch him simply stand there. You find it amusing, but you are also dissatisfied at his lack of retorts. You put your hands on your hips and smirk, attempting to provoke him. “Hm. I’d expect a panty thief to be more ballsy. What, cat got your tongue?” Your smug smile only grows and your eyes narrow with mirth. His confidence almost seems to fully crumble under your gaze, and he relents, his blush spreading all across his face. Yet still, he remains silent.

You approach further, your steps slow and deliberately intimidating. He’s rooted to the spot, unable to move, still frantically finding anything to gaze at instead of you. Eventually you stand mere centimeters from him, your body just barely touching his. You smirk at him and lean your head forward, blowing on him before pulling back. He flinches immediately, startled, and bumps into the wall behind him. You giggle at him, thoroughly amused at his frantic nerves. He looks at you pathetically, lips red from worrying at them with his teeth, pupils blown wide, red blush from his forehead to his neck. 

“Aw, don’t look at me like that~!” You tease him, pressing your finger into his cheek. He watches you warily, seemingly at a loss for words. Your lips pull into a wicked smile. “How long has it been, hm?”

Immediately his eyes widen and he stammers out some indignant words, trying to deflect and explain himself. You only laugh at his stammered words, and he eventually stops, worrying at his lips again with his teeth. “Oh, don’t worry, I imagine you have plenty of escapades. But why couldn’t you just ask me?” You tilt your head at him, looking at him with hooded eyes. “Hm? It couldn’t have been that hard to just ask.”

Surprisingly, he only sighs and shakes his head, blush still present. “My dear apprentice, I am only human. Even I still don’t know how to properly act in the face of attraction.” A small, wobbly smile pulls at his lips before he purses his lips again, biting down to stifle any further words. His answer was straightforward, but you can tell he is still nervous. His breathing remains heavy, his eyes are still wide, and he’s still covered in a crimson blush. You laugh again.

Instead of teasing him further, though you really want to, you smile. “Well, now you know. Simply ask, Solomon. I am willing to help you… if you want me to.” You smile before turning away, dropping the panties into your clothes hamper, and starting the wash. It takes Solomon a moment to snap out of it and leave, but he does. You could feel his eyes on you and his magic still lingers in the air.

a/n: *super saiyan yells* thank you for reading waaaaaah! i did my best and im soso sorry if any of these characs are ooc... if they are too ooc i might actually rewrite it fr im so scared :(

anyways as usual feedback is always appreciated, and so are comments, likes, reblogs and asks! (especially asks) please show me your appreciation! i love to know i've done a good job.

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[darlingpwease]

you have this skill of getting stuck in people's heads

ME?!! Ur so slick, so sweet <333 you do 2 tho!!

It's amazing honestly, I still remember some of ur works from when I first followed you almost a year ago now (not in a creepy way tho I swear i remember stories well not saying urs arent memorable tho ur really good amazing like woah i wish i had ur talent cuz omgomg woAHHH so good like u do amazing everytime fr)

GENIUS, ur so great omgomg- I can't wait for those works!! They're gonna be amazing, I know it I know it

-panna cotta

Nah because same here, I used to not really get it but I read a work of one of my favorite characters and- BOOM- I don't think I can crawl out this hole anymore lmao :'))

Pretty pretty househusband Yuuta who waits patiently impatiently for you to come home, you work so hard, so he does his best to help you relieve all ur stress for being so good <33

When ur sososo deep that he goes insane, when you kiss him so sloppily he feels like he's happily drowning, when ur filling him up soso full that he cums from that alone

Maybe hybrid!Yuuta who goes into heat and does anything to keep you inside, to have you keep filling him up until all the cum inside him gets all frothy(?) as you keep thrusting and filling him, trying to push all of it back inside as he cries and begs you to just keep stuffin him

Having him put a plug in to keep him full with you when he goes out sometimes. And if u stuff him too full some days, he can feel it still drip down his thighs.

Or maybe Yuuta with a wolf!hybrid reader who won't stop pounding him, won't stop for days when in heat- even if he says for you to slow, when u do he begs for you to speed up, to go harder, give him more moremore- when you bite him all over to mark him as yours as you just keep going. Even if the poor baby has passed out, he just feel so good that you keep lazily thrusting into him, pressing kisses against his skin, nibbling every once in a while too, ah, such a lovable thing <33

(rp kinda thing here with pregnancy in case that's uncomfy vvv)

Oh! Or maybe feminizing Yuuta, helping him wear such adorable skirts and lovely thigh highs as u playfully tease him that you'll impregnate him if you cum inside him, stuff his lil womb full, only for him to plead for you to do that- ohgodpleasedothat-

He's such a pretty boy who's so great in everything <333

'not in a creepy way' </33333 I beg you, let's talk without these difficulties, honey. you and I are wise enough people to understand that you can't be creepy <3 if you said you don't remember any of my stories, — even though we've known each other for so long, — I'd be more offended; but I'm flattered that some left an imprint in your memory, it's so adorable <333 and how can you call me 'sweet" after that, I don't understand; look how polite and respectful you are, even though you were so teasing before <3333 'had ur talent' still the same smooth talker, still perfectly finding ways to get into people's hearts </3333 /pos /hj

cw unhealthy behaviour, househusband kink, hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, elements of free use, praise (g.), fingering (g.), worshipping (r.), oral sex (r.)

When you wake up, he's already on his feet, cooking your food and preparing dinner (after all, he quickly learns your preferences and is always eager to please you), enthusiastically kissing you chaste on the cheek, almost singing when you put your arm around his waist behind, letting him finish things — and gently lifting his apron, baring thighs, kissing his skin while he cries out in surprise, trying to lower apron (even if his movements are awkward, without real attempts to resist you), but gives up when you say that you miss him, and you just want to thank your husband for how hardworking he is, so handsome and gentle, so eager to please you...

... Yuuta just misses you so much, wandering around but not finding anything that could make him stop thinking about you, even if he can do anything — but he is too eager for you and feels disappointed when he can't see you or hear your voice for a long time, even if tries to distract himself with household chores, knowing that you will be happy and praise him when you return.

You promise to come back early when leave, and even give an approximate time, but Yuuta can't help but hope that you will arrive early, almost watching at the door for you, glancing at the clock, not understanding what to do — when you were here, he could snuggle up to your hip or convince you to cuddle with him, or read a book while hearing you do things, or when you persuaded him to just sit with you, hugging his thin waist.

But when you're not there?

He's suffocatingly lonely.

Loyally waiting for you at the door, almost wagging his metaphorical tail, clutching light clothes, putting himself in order to look as good as possible when you return; when Yuuta hears you rustle the key, he is ready to unlock the door himself and pounce on you in delight, but too shy and not sure if such behavior will be considered by you as adequate — you did not particularly like his attempts to get out without permission — and correct, so he can only blush with delight, impatiently counting seconds when you open the door and return home — to immediately grab you and kiss, hurriedly undressing <3

Yuuta, who purrs about how glad he is to see you and that he has prepared your favorite dishes (maybe made a warm bath for you, wants to do a massage for you, or just cuddle after dinner — whatever you want), kissing your face and enthusiastically wrapping arms around, clinging like a puppy, looking for attention and a way to please you. He's not the kind of guy who has, hm, curvy shapes, but he can always make you feel thirsty — maybe it's because of how much he tries to attract you, giving you a view of everything you want, with that cutout on his clothes or an almost completely naked body, quietly asking what he can do for you, and even if you see a bashful blush on his cheek and ears from realizing how he looks, Yuuta still tries to be seductive.

It's not even your fault that you breed him anywhere, taking care that Yuuta is always soft and warm, whines your name and babbles how good he feels when you fill him up, that it's too good, that he's too close when his body hurts from your constant touches; even when you're not in the mood, you always find a way to make him cum "for what a good husband he is" by pinning him to the table while making squirm on your fingers, or during make out, rubbing and snuggling up to him — Yuuta is so tense and excited that almost immediately experiences climax, frantically clinging to you and crying while you continue rubbing, even more excited by his reaction to you.

Yuuta, who loves when you make him choke, pushing him beyond limits, using his mouth for your pleasure — hot, wet, always ready for you, whining when you grab his hair, but from pleasure, not from pain, even when it's too much for him. His body is almost a toy, and Yuuta only indulges this feeling, letting you touch him at any moment and sweetly calling you when you fill him with one push, as if trying to make sure that only you exist for him and he can only think about you, no one else, — and Yuuta agrees, whining your name and begging you not to let him go, saying how he loves you even when you squeeze his hands behind his back, using his needy body. When you tell him that it is his duty as a good husband to satisfy you and be always ready for you, and although this is only teasing, Yuuta understands it too literally, suggesting that if you are not completely satisfied, regularly give you oral in the morning and lick until you cum, so long as you don't feel unsatisfied with him; trying to always be ready for you, getting to the point that he is almost always a little aroused just so that you can always offer him privacy.

Yuuta, who locks you inside, not letting you get out of him during your orgasm, filling him, forcing you to dive as deep as possible, almost making him suffocate from proximity and depth, excessively fondling his painfully sensitive body to such a state that he did not even understand at what point you just began to lie, waiting when he will come to his senses,,,,, Yuuta, who one day is very quiet, even if you don't stop breeding his sticky, hot body, and you are afraid that you are doing something wrong — only to find out that he just wants to hear your sounds.

It's just that Yuuta in an apron rides you as a morning exercise and getting rid of stress just so that you go to work satisfied and pleasantly tired <3

yuuta who,,,, brainwashes himself,,,,,,, and wants to be your best husband — only to snap at anyone who tries to pull him out of this idyll. maybe you too often brought him to the point of breaking his mind, talking about what a good husband he is and how it suits him to be so beautiful and gentle and yours while forcing him to cum again and again, or denying his orgasm over and over again, cooling down only to reheat, that at some point he did not sees no other meaning than to become everything for you and for you to become everything for him, if he cannot be without you </333 you are the only ones who can make him feel like this — so complete, whole, finished.

cw1 unhealthy behaviour, mating season, consensual noncon (CNC), unprotected sex / breeding, sex toys, implied cum inflation (g.), fingering (g.)

Yuuta is so hot — so much so that you feel pressed against the stove when squeeze his thin hips, digging nails into the easily blushing skin while he moans, burying his face in the pillow, almost tearing it when you push especially hard, touching exactly those spot from which he can't help but arch back, pushing hips back. When he wraps his flexible long tail around you, blocking you in place when you cum, having no way other than to breed him, filling him up, — irritably biting his shoulders and neck when Yuuta whines with pain and pleasure, helping you to bend his stomach down, lifting his hips high enough so that you can easily push inside, fucking his exhausted and needy body even more, sticky with sweat and cum, almost soaked in you and still unsatisfied — just like you, as if you drink from a source and cannot satisfy thirst, but only crave more.

Even when Yuuta whines that his whole body hurts, as soon as you stop — he whines that he is too empty and abandoned and that you should continue, without ceasing to whine until you bury his head in a pillow during a new orgasm, pushing your body beyond possible limits but continuing, echoing his pleas and indulging requests to be rougher when you scratch his skin, grab his hair, bite his shoulder, spank him — just to hear his happy purring when Yuuta can't even move, lying with his thighs spread and sticky, smelling you, able only to purr and whine softly while you breed him.

(yuuta, who is lying on his stomach, unable to even move his tail, happily purring while your cum & precum flows from him,,,, when you push fingers inside, stretching him even more and forcing cum to flow out, getting only his disappointed whine </3)

Yuuta is just so empty when you are not inside him, do not fill him, do not stay inside him until he loses consciousness, being bred to such a state that his body remembers you, knowing how to squeeze better so that you fill him up faster, wanting only to use him until he can no longer resist you in any way other than to relax and let you fuck him, and use various ways to deceive his body, leaving a hot feeling of your recent presence with the help of toys, hoping that his body will not become even more dependent on you because of this constant feeling of closeness and fullness, as if it is enough to slightly push the plug so that everything flows out of him — only so that you continue to breed him, apologizing on that you haven't been inside for so long and treated his need for you so rudely.

When he drool, scratching you while you fuck him, making the remaining cum flow out of him, teasing how he can't be without you, so desperate — and when you want to move away only to find yourself firmly locked and filling his stomach again while he squirms, not expecting such movements from himself and being not ready for it, again humiliatingly cumming from the fact that you just pushed inside.

Yuuta, who whines your name and repeats 'pleasepleasepleaseplease' when you fuck him so hard, grabbing his thin waist, as if you really want to bred him, and Yuuta is so ashamed that he makes these wet sounds, continuously moaning and whining, not shutting up, being unable to even stop rolling his eyes from pleasure, continuously trembling while you continue, whispering something through his veil of pleasure — but he only wants you to make him wet, hot, marked, yours, using him in the most humiliating ways and never leaving him after that.

cw2 unhealthy behaviour, xenophilia, somnophilia, consensual noncon (CNC), knotting (g.), worshipping (r.)

When Yuuta lies defenseless in front of you, so open and vulnerable, blissfully clinging to you while you slowly thrust into him, making him to whine and moan through his sleep, teasing him and playing at a slow pace until you feel hard again; when he is too exhausted to be conscious, but lets you do whatever you want with his body while you hold him in your arms as the most precious thing you have.

Yuuta who,,,,,,,

,,,,,

Yuuta who whines, trying to make a semblance of a bark when you feel wild, roughly grabbing his hips and taking him from behind, leaving marks on his body while he drooling, making "woof" when you push; encouraging you to treat him as an equal of you and not feel sorry for him, — but he's not sure he can stand it when almost suffocating from the intensity, being tightly pressed and roughly bred, considered by you as a pretty enough mate to knot him. His belly, slightly rounded from how often you fill him while his cum and precum soaks the sheets, — but he still whines when you fall off, burrow your nose into his hair, and tries to give back; lifting his leg for deeper thrusts, as if trying to break him, but Yuuta only moans enthusiastically, being again and again trembling during a new orgasm while you knot him, filling him to such an extent that he has stars in front of his eyes.

Yuuta who expected this, but when you make him to ride you, hammering into his weakened, soaked body from below, he can no longer think about whether looks humiliating or not, longing only for you not to stop anymore, moving from the point of "too much" to "too little", pushing towards and clinging to you when it becomes too much for him, even if it's not enough, too little, his body is so sensitive and vulnerable, so open, and he wants you to continue pushing and filling into him like addicts, even if he won't be able to bring his legs together for a while afterwards — even if he can only stick out his tongue like a dog, not being able to moan a weak "woof" but breathing heavily, when you cum into him for the last time.

Yuuta, wet and sticky, so feverishly ruddy and hot, almost immediately falling asleep, being pressed against your body, even when you have not yet left his body </333 Yuuta, from whom your cum flows, but he doesn't have the strength to get up and go to the shower or wipe himself, shamelessly enjoying the warmth and stickiness, smokily realizing how messy he should look in front of you,,,,,,

cw unhealthy behaviour, feminine clothing, heavy feminization (skirts, thigh highs, language), unprotected sex / breeding, pregnancy themes, praise (g.), worshipping (r.)

A pretty skirt, pleasantly lying on the skin, almost flowing from a fleeting movement when you put hand on his thigh, shifting the fabric to the side, gradually lifting it higher and higher, stroking his cold skin, — but making him to squeeze his thighs when you stretch unacceptably high, to the edges of thigh highs, teasing with the warmth of your hands.

Yuuta, who prettily dresses up like a doll, trying to look as beautiful as possible for you, but still can't overcome embarrassment when you get hands under his clothes, exposing him, looking at everything he put on for you, making him to lie still while you are busy exploring, even if his face does not stop burning with embarrassment and the excitement of feeling your gaze. Yuuta is so beautiful, so gentle, so feminine — when you stroke his stomach, clinging to the edges of a high-waisted skirt, soothing him and convincing him to stop hiding face; he tried so hard for you, preening himself, just to be beautiful, but clings to the skirt when you sit between his thighs — only to obediently lift when you kiss his face, caressing, leaving a scattering of kisses on neck, convincing him to show himself.

When you gently put hand on his throat, listening to rapid heartbeat, persuading him to look in the mirror to see how beautiful he is, lifting his skirt teasingly high with your other hand, exposing his wet thighs, telling him how loving and soft he is, so sweet, so precious — when you tell him that his body is so good for breeding, so wet and open, enthusiastically reacting to any of your touches, unable to resist even when you are so close, fondling him, lifting up his skirt, just about ready to get inside. Let him feel how one push is enough for him to take you, whispering that you can impregnate him if Yuuta is so irresponsible and frivolous, allowing you to have such access to him; telling him to look at his bare belly, which you will soon fill, impregnating his womb, longing only to be bred until he is brought to such a state that he can only drool, holding hips high enough not to get his skirt dirty, whining when you call him your pretty thing, soaking him over and over, over and over, squeezing his hips and spanking, until his womb stops being so greedy and needy </333

When Yuuta is breathing heavily, being pressed tightly against you, feeling that you are about to fill him, and fidgeting restlessly, wanting to feel it sooner, humiliatingly whining that you don't give it to him, even when you squeeze and rub his chest, — and begging you to fill his womb and make him even prettier for you </333 cumming from the friction of the fabric when you push slightly, indulging his pleas, but not allowing him to relax, teasingly slowly filling him, making his eyes water from dissatisfaction and excessive sensitivity; putting his hand on his own belly so he can feel you fucking his womb, soaking him with your seed, whispering about how his skirt is cute, exposing wet thigh highs while you are deep in him, about to cum and fill; asking if Yuuta wants you to cum inside just to hear pleas breed him and make his womb yours </33333

... yes, each of them has cnc elements, but!!! yuuta just has a vibe of that cute thing that would be into primal kink / hunting, kiddnap-play and the like, you know? scenarios where you catch him/hunt him and use him as a prize, being the winner and having the absolute right <3 tie him up and breed him until he begs you to keep him with you; pin him to the ground while hunting and treat him like a caught prey; press him firmly into the wall and make sure that he will not be able to make a sound until you are satisfied, "forcing" him to serve you </333 yuuta, whose orgasm is constantly denied, and at the end of the game he shyly looks away when he sees that you have finished, saying in a quiet, pathetic voice that he has not cum yet </3333 dhdhhdgddg pretty thing pretty prettiest

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

This is just a thought but…. How do u think stsg would react to u getting into a fight? Maybe just idk… some creep who tried getting too close or some old ex friend that picked the fight first. :3 like no SERIOUS injuries more of a bloody nose + bruised knuckles kinda thing…. (forgive me 4 not being more dramatic I’m v v squeamish when it comes to violence) I feel like you’ve mentioned this before but idk my memory isn’t the best </3 like. I’m sort of imaging u come home a little later sorta roughed up and they’re just. Immediately like what the fuck?? I don’t see them as the type to go out and beat the person up (toru maybe…… /hj I think they’d both be tempted but that would just be a heat of the moment urge I think…) I’m gonna be honest the whole reason I even thought of this was for the idea of sugu tending to ur wounds… maybe scolding u a little for getting into a fight with someone… toru not smiling for once in his life and instead just. Kissing ur forehead trying not to let it show how pissed off he is (not at u ofc !!!). hehe idk this was just a little brain thing,,!! I hope ur doing well thoooo !! — stsg anon :>

STSG ANON THE LOMLLLL I’VE MISSED YOU 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it’s been so long since you sent this i’m so sorry for the wait!!!! it got lost in my drafts and i only found it just now T_T

BUT AAAAA I’VE MISSED YOUR STSG THOUGHTS….. this scenario appeals to me soso much!!!!!!! AND DWWWW i’m a big ol sensitive baby when it comes to violence/gore so 😭😭 that’s perfect!!!! they would be so worried and so protective….. definitely pissed off too. like. the kind of anger that just boils under their skin yk?? i agree with you that they aren’t the type to instantly go the violent revenge route tho!!! their priority is just to make sure you’re okay :((( they’re absolutely seething w anger and just . twitching bc they’re so upset on your behalf LMAOO but i think they’d put it aside to care for you!!!!

and as always i agree w you completely <33 sugu is tending to your wounds and scolding you the slightest bit….. but i think he’d be a little too worried and guilty to really sound convincing. i just see sugu as being soooo empathetic :(((( he sees you all bruised up and it physically hurts him. he just wants you to be okay!!!! and then toru…. him not smiling and kissing your forehead instead <///3 he’s sooo so precious and so worried . i think he’d also feel a little ashamed!!! stsg are just sooo protective of you that i feel like they’d blame themselves for not being there yk?? :’3 so they make it up by being extra sweet. sniffle… i love them sm……

BUT honestly. when they’ve taken care of you properly and heard your explanation…… i think they get to Work 💀💀 NOW I DON’T. think. they’d get into a physical fight….. there’s a chance but it depends on the circumstance. at the very least they’re making their way over to whoever hurt you and making sure they Know you have two guard dogs protecting you <33333 they may or may not rough said person up too idk honestly. i just think they’d find it hard to control themselves around someone who Actually hurt you 😭😭 (if it’s a creep then they’re def Resorting to Violence but maybe not if it’s old friend...) they’re a littleeeeee scary but so sweet.

protective stsg my beloveds…. tysm for the good food stsg anon <3333 i rlly did miss you so much!! i hope you’re doing well!!!! and having a super lovely day or night :3 sending you lots of kissies + these stsg plushies…… they love you Very Much <33

[ivykim]

ssogari come home

masterlist // wattpad

summary: after having a good meal at the restaurant, enhypen arrived at their accommodation and they had all split up into their own thing they'd be doing. it includes fishing, playing games, curry making and even...falling asleep(?). join ivy and the boys on their healing trip in danyang.

ivy’s outfit: danyang

NOTE: this was a continuation of episode 1 of soso fun. i am just following how the episode went whilst adding ivy into it.

— continuing from part 1

ENHYPEN were gathered in the restaurant to have a hearty meal before they went over to their accommodation. ivy's eyes scanned the menu, it seems like she was having trouble even deciding what to eat.

"i must be really hungry, everything i read so far sounds so good." ivy says.

"well we can't spend too much."

"wait, how did you guys spend on the groceries?" jay asks.

"around 110,000 won." sunghoon answers. ivy's jaw drops.

"okay so we need to calculate what we can have so we don't overspend for these 3 days." ivy says.

"why don't we ask for help?" jungwon suggests. ivy nods. they asked auntie that worked there. she kindly explains how many grams it should be for 8 people. since the first option was over budget, they decided to get smaller portions.

the food came in just on time as they were starving. ENHYPEN happily ate and chatted with each other.

"i wish i could go here with blake. he would love eating here."

"does blake hyung-"

"ni-ki, he is the same age as you." ivy giggles.

"eh? did he lie to me? he looks older the last time i talked to him."

"he was born earlier than you but you don't have to call him hyung, i think he was just joking with you." ivy says.

"let me go call him later on." ni-ki says.

after having their meal, enhypen finally arrived at their accommodation for the next 3 days. there were tons of beds, perfect for ENHYPEN. tons of games and activities for our active bunch. ni-ki goes to the 2nd floor to inspect the place while the others were resting on the large couch.

ni-ki finds the fishing equipment and jake excitedly scans through it. he explains what was good for fishing and happily talks about it. ivy looks around the place with jay.

"babe, look. beds." ivy points out. jay smirks. he backs up ivy on the bed and she falls onto it. jay hovers over her.

"it's been a while since i got some love from you, hmm?" jay says. ivy wraps her arm around his neck to pull him closer.

"come here then." ivy pouts. jay leans in and kisses her. he pulls back to give her one last peck.

"i love you." ivy says. jay smiles.

"i love you too." he pulls her up. jay goes to cook while ivy goes to sit with the other boys. when she arrives downstairs, jake, ni-ki, jungwon and sunghoon were already going over to change into their fishing attire.

"has anyone seen heeseung?" ivy asks.

"i think hyung might be sleeping in the bedroom." jungwon says. ivy goes to find heeseung and when she does, she spots him scrolling on his phone whilst laying on the bed.

she smiles and climbs over to him. she lays on top of him. heeseung pats her head.

"did you miss me, vivi?" heeseung asks. ivy nods. heeseung chuckles.

"i'm tired." ivy says before she rolls off heeseung onto the bed below.

"then sleep."

"but i'm not going to be able to spend time with any of you."

"you worked hard, angel. it's time you get some rest." ivy reaches out to hold heeseung's hand. he grazes his thumb to comfort her.

"will you wake me up before dinner?" heeseung pecks her forehead.

"of course, angel."

and so ivy falls asleep. the boys went fishing while jay, sunoo and heeseung remained in the house.

after about 10-15 minutes, jungwon decides to give up as it was too hard to fish. ni-ki, jake and sunghoon tried their best. jungwon goes to inspect jay's cooking.

"where is noona?" sunoo asks jay. he shrugs. he looks out the door and notices a perfect spot to read peacefully.

jungwon and heeseung started playing mario kart. the camera cuts back to jay who was busy with the curry. he was finally done peeling the potatoes. he starts to pour the ingredients in once he had diced them up into decent size. it cuts back to ivy was sleeping.

— caption: "ivy sleeping peacefully while jjongsaeng works hard."

suddenly, ivy wakes up. she sensed something strange. like something bad was going to happen. ivy goes to check up on the boys. they were all fine. she could see from the corner of her eyes, something...strange.

"not another shadow person." ivy sighs. she goes to approach it.

"what are you doing here?" she asks the shadow. she doesn't get a response. it disappears into thin air, ivy rolls her eyes.

"can't even get a normal rest without spirits appearing from time to time. why am i the conduit." ivy sighs. heeseung notices her.

"vivi, had a good rest?"

ivy knew it would be a bad thing to tell the others, after all they were on a holiday. ivy smiles and nods.

"yeah, the nap was good. i think i'm still tired though. what are you two playing?" ivy asks. heeseung hands her the controller for her to play with jungwon.

and so ivy's competitive side appears, she subtly pushes jungwon so he messes up. jungwon pushes her back and they laughed. she hands heeseung the controller after she successfully beats jungwon and the in game bots.

"are those 3 still fishing?"

"yeah, sunghoon hyung is determined to get a ssogari. do you wanna fish noona?"

"it's been a while since that fishing episode of en-o'clock but i'll see if i want to try. jake could always help me anyways." jungwon nods. he types something on his phone.

"noona before you leave, could you check your phone?"

"okay."

ivy checks her phone and reads the message.

wonie💙: noona, umm can we cuddle later? i umm.. wonie💙: we are you know...dating and i wanna do the things that the hyungs always do with you.

ivy looks up from her phone and giggles.

"later, won." she winks. jungwon blushes.

ivy goes to inspect the fishing team. she stands next to the camera man and witnesses them fishing quietly. ivy turns to look directly into the camera.

"they are going to have a hard time. my dad used to fish in a river, he said it was hard. it takes him about 2-3 hours for him to catch one fish. if it takes that long for my dad, i can only predict it will take 4-5 hours for those boys to get something."

"but we are one team so i'll be positive and cheer them on." she turns to river. "GO SSOGARI BOYS!!" she shouts. jake turns around shocked at how loud ivy shouted.

"oh my god." jake holds onto his heart. "noona, you were extremely loud!!" jake yells back.

"WHAT?"

"YOU WERE LOUD-"

— caption: "we advise you keep your volume to a minimum. we apologise as ivy and the boys get loud at random times."

"have you got anything so far?" ivy yells (she lowered down her volume by a little as it scared the staff who was monitoring the audio)

"yeah, we did." sunghoon yells. ivy eyes sunghoon. "okay, i'm lying. we didn't catch anything. my line keeps getting stuck on a rock!"

"well at least, you are catching a pet rock!"

"you're not funny, noona!" sunghoon yells.

"WELL F-"

— caption: "protecting idol's image. ivy did not curse ^_^."

"have fun. i'm getting bitten by mosquito out here. i'll leave, bye~" ivy leaves. she runs back into the house. "won? i need your mosquito repellent. i forgot to put some on before i went out to inspect the ssogari team."

jungwon comes back into the house and goes to seach for his repellent. he spray some on ivy.

"thank you, won." jungwon clears his throat.

"can i get a kiss?" jungwon shyly asks.

"sure, won." she pecks his lips. jungwon's eyes widened.

"i meant on the cheek."

"oh."

"that was my first kiss." jungwon blushes. ivy blushes too.

"umm sorry, i didn't know-" jungwon tackles ivy onto the couch. ivy yelps. he happily pounced on her like a true cat and cuddled her.

it was slowly getting dark. jake decided to leave. heeseung had joined it but sunghoon had left too. only ni-ki and heeseung remained.

"should we get back? it's getting late?" heeseung says.

"one last try then we can go back." ni-ki says.

— [will heeseung and ni-ki be able to catch some ssogari?]

[hanatagami]

Dad! All Might x Ojamajo! Child! Reader (Part 1)

A ojamajo doremi x bnha crossover nobody but me wanted. Oh well. A certain song inspired this for me, but I may leave it and reveal it in another part...

 Part 2  Part 3

It was sad. This whole situation...it was sad. But it was supposed to be happy. As you looked at the Witch Queen’s veiled face you think back to how you got here.

You hadn’t intended on becoming a witch apprentice...when you had entered that magic store, you were earnestly only looking for a charm.

A charm that would improve your life at home...

You loved your dad, you loved him a whole bunch. But being Japan’s number one hero took a lot of time, and he placed that priority over you often.

Too often.

So you had entered Majo Rika’s shop in hopes of magic being able to help, cause you didn’t know what else to do. I mean you were a kid.

You vividly remember the scary appearance of the Maho-Dou before you came along, and Majo Rika’s fitting scary image before she was...frogged.

You had been slowly going over every single magical item, trying to find the best one to use. You can’t exactly remember what she had said in that moment, but you remembered it was rude. You remember not being able to hold back a snarky “witch” under your breath. Though looking back your glad you did, cause it was the moment Majo Rika became a magical frog and needed you to enter witch training to turn her back.

That was the start of being happy again. Happy you hadn’t felt in a long time. Majo Rika and Lala filled the absence of a parental figure you had been missing out on.

Though you could tell your dad tried, he really did. Every second he wasn’t working was spent with you, or resting, but mostly with you. It was really nice when he could...but as you got older that time got shorter and shorter. And you could see it hurt him as much as it hurt you, but at this point you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

All the events he’s missed stand out even more in your head. A recital you had worked so hard on, missed. He promised he’d come but he didn’t. And as you played for the crowd, you hoped you hid the tears welling up in your eyes well enough. You hoped no one noticed the gaps in your performance, or the off notes. It wasn’t until you got to the Maho-Dou and both Majo Rika and Lala complimented your performance, watching through a crystal ball. You remember how they began to panic when you broke down that night, but now for two reasons and not just one. That night your dad had let you down once more, but that was also the night you had realized- Majo Rika and Lala have become more of a parent to you then your actual parent. It hurt to realize that.

Your apprenticeship really made you look back on your relationship with your dad and realize how flawed it really was. How do you not notice your child sneaking out at night to a random magic shop? Well its easy when your not home to notice. Though staying out of the eyes of patrolling heroes in a brightly colored witches uniform was hard.

It’s sad when you don’t need your fairy to help you trick your parents when sneaking out.

And speaking of your fairy, Soso, you were so happy when they had come to you. You had gained a family member! One you could take home, and make your home life less lonely. You guys had so much good times at home together, and you never had to hide them. You guys enjoyed having fashion shows together, it was always so funny to see your baby fairy in doll clothes trying to be modelesque.  It was nice.

Especially when your relationship with your dad had began to fall apart. You guys were fine. But as you got more into your apprenticeship, and your dad came home less frequently, you guys had begun to argue. It started off with small things, and maybe it was your fault but you had gotten so fed up. But they began to escalate with every broken promise. You would raise your voice, he’d want to defend himself and began to get angry and try to scold you for talking to him like that which only made you angrier. Your relationship of recent hadn’t been the greatest. But what could you do?

...

There were two parts of your apprenticeship that stood out to you the most in this moment. It strange how your tests bring up good memories with him, when your recent memories have been so bitter.

The first was your 6th level test. The test itself wasn’t all that significant, but what it did was. To combine an instrument that means something to you with your wand.

You were lucky that what you choose counted! It was a music box. Your favorite music box. You still remember the day you got it, even when it was so long ago. It was one of the few days your dad had off, and he took you out with him shopping. You were really young, but you remember having so much fun. You got to sit on his shoulders, which was incredible because he was so tall. He was in his skinny form too, so no one would interrupt you guys...

But the most memorable thing from that day was the music box. You had found it in a store, and had asked him about, confused. You had never seen one before after all.

He grabbed it and twisted the crank and you can still remember the magical feeling you felt when it started playing. The little woman began to turn on the box and the most beautiful song you had ever heard began to play and you were instantly enamored.

You think you remembered your dad laughing at you when he handed it to you, but honestly you can’t remember. You were so entranced by it you hardly noticed anything else! Needless to say, you had gone home with it, and it became your most precious item. You would sit and listen to it for hours. Your dad would play it for you when you went to bed, when you woke up, when you guys were just hanging out...

It was your guy’s special item. Your guy’s special song. No matter the situation, time, you guys made sure to listen to it together. Even recently, before it had merged with your wand, you guys had listened to it together on the rare time he was home. After you guys would fight. It would help calm you guys down. You couldn’t help but tear up at the new wand, completely full of seeds, and when it played your favorite melody for every spell you cast. It always reminded you of your dad and the good times you had, that seemed so few and far between now. But it also brought up the more recent times...the bad times.

The second test was your final test, the one that had happened just before this moment. Your test was to do something for someone using magic and to get them to thank you, and though it was risky, you knew exactly who you wanted to help. You followed him in secret all day, scanning for the best opportunity to help him. After a long time of waiting for your chance you had got it, though it was something small. He had sat down for a break and you magicked up a bottle of water. You made yourself invisible and handed it to him over his bulked up figure with a  “Here you go!” You made sure to put on some kind of voice, something he wouldn’t be able to recognize.

and quickly stepped back a bit when he grabbed it.

“Thank you!” He said turning around, and you took the moment to gaze at his confused face as he looked around, before he looked down to look at the water.

You were lucky you still had your broom out so you didnt have to make any noise when you left. You couldn’t bring yourself to stay longer then that.

With that you had finished your final test, and with that you had earned the right to become a fully fledged witch. But with becoming a witch came one consequence.

You must give up your life in the human world.

You must give up your life with your dad.

Perhaps the saddest part to you in this moment was how easy the answer came to you.

You would.

You would leave the human world behind...cause there wasn’t really anything waiting for you there.

Not anymore.

You could feel the heartbreak when your dad discovered you gone but...you just couldn’t bring yourself to stay with him when you had this opportunity in front of you.

So though you’d pick the witch world over your own, your found family over your blood...you hope you’d at least be able to watch over him from afar. Watch him find a groove back to life with you gone, without an answer to your disappearance. You weren’t sure if what you were feeling is regret. You don’t regret choosing to be a witch...

But maybe you regret leaving your dad so clueless of the situation. Leaving him in the dark. Leaving him thinking that things had been fine. Leaving the memories you guys had made together...but you won’t take it back. Maybe one day...

You’ll meet again.

[arlathen]

hiiii carly if it’s not weird to come in here, I would LOVE any extra details on marian you haven’t talked about (her Lore or history or her relationship with gale or whatever comes to mind) because she’s so NEAT. blorbo from your brain on my dash to me ❤️💕❤️

ME WHEN I LOVE U 💖💖💖💖💖💖

she is my wettest, most pathetic little girlie. she is SOOO unused to communicating. like at all. it isn't like she's being secretive -- it just never occurs to her to tell people things. (also she has crazy high charisma bc teehee but really that's just -- like she's so bad at expressing her emotions that she's hard to read. is she lying? you don't know!). anyway really the only way the party -- gale and others -- learn a SCRAP of information about her is when she like has a panic attack and the wormies so kindly feed them scraps of whatever it is that's upsetting her. whole party sitting around after she's gone to bed trying to piece together the latest scrap of Marian Lore from what they can remember.

kind of related but gale goes out of his way to take such good care of her. like it's a point of pride for him. his wife is a shaky little abused chihuahua but he treats her so well that she would never growl at you <3 and it especially starts with feeding her, like early act 1. she's soso skinny, she doesn't have an ounce of fat on her. she looks like she'd die if she missed a single meal. and he doesn't even think about it that hard, he just takes note of what she eats a lot of and makes extra, makes it more often, gives her extra in her bowl. and by act 3 she's nice n soft n healthy and there's color in her cheeks. she had one set of robes for her entire life and had to maintain them magically or wear dirty, torn, too-small clothing? hmmmm well. now she gets anything she so much as looks at too long in a shop window. and she doesn't expect this, of course. oh my god, she'd never consider asking for anything, ever. needing help is a failure state, don't you know? but only for her. it's okay if other people need help. but not her. but we know mister grand gestures over here is DOTING on her.

aaaaaaand her older sister is a self-taught bard and taught marian some music when she was, like, a very young child. and it's something that she'd completely forgotten about until gale died (lol) and she had to use that stupid flute to resurrect him. like, that night in camp she noodles around with the flute and manages to work out some old folk song, and she has no idea where it's from, but it makes her feel some type of way and makes her remember a feeling she can't even remember having felt before.

[minsoek-l]

[spitdrunken]

It's Soft! And good golly miss Molly do I have words for you to read.

First, don't worry about taking too long to answer asks, especially from me. It's your blog and you can post on it at your leisure! I'm sure my fellow anonymous perverts agree! Time spent on words is between you and your commissioners.

Speaking of! No need to worry that I wouldn't like "someone to hold", I LOVED it! Oh spitdrunken it was just lovely. Emmet was the perfect amount of ornery and rude: not so much as to make him unlikable but just enough of a little shit because that is HIS brother and how dare Emmet be expected to share?! But also, he's clearly hurting from all the time traveling/amnesia nonsense because it was hard on him! It would be hard on anyone.

And the date! Reader-kun and Emmet in the cramped amusement park train is comedy gold. And we get to see Emmet's sweet side too, he may be mad at Reader-kun right now, but he won't let them get hurt or sick. Safety first! The two of them talking things out in the ferris wheel was great, it's nice and sweet and is a wonderful foundation for Emmet allowing Reader-kun to fuck his brains out.

Which segues wonderfully into the next section of my review: the smut! Fuck yeah, the porn was fantastic! I completely and utterly LOVED Ingo recounting his and Emmet's second first time to Reader-kun, in great detail. Imagining how shaky and aroused Ingo's voice must have been doing all that, all while being so submissive and desperate *swoons* I am weak. I also really like how Reader-kun is willing to fuck Emmet at this point in their relationship because, well, same. He may be being a brat, but he's hot and I want to make him the filling in a Subway Boss sandwich! I want those twinks obliterated!

Ahem. Anyway, the main event! Threeway on the couch! I love it all so much, how it's all coming full circle with the previous tension on the couch but now the tension is being resolved, Emmet's nervous little confession because he doesn't want Reader-kun involved if he only likes Ingo, "Make me listen" god what I wouldn't give to do that!, and Emmet now wanting Reader-kun's attention too! Ingo describing Emmet's face! And then Emmet being a horny beast who demands more! It's all so good, it's perfect! And then the ending, LOL. You snooze you lose boys!

All in all, I thought it was a fantastic fic. Well worth the wait! I'll wait until you post this ask to send in my additional thoughts on my scenario, just to keep myself from spamming you and to give others the space in your inbox that they deserve. I hope you have a lovely rest of your day!

hiiii soft!!!!!! i saw the absolute wall of text you left me and got so happy <333!!! and thank you for being so understanding, i really appreciate it <33!!

I'm so glad that Emmet was the perfect amount of rude :D!! One of the things that worried me the most was making Emmet just 'mean' enough that it shows how Reader could've been bothered, but not actually enough that no one can root for him LMAO And I'm glad it worked for you!! He was definitely just really hurt by his brother leaving.

The train scene was HONESTLY one of my favourite parts to write HAHA I came up with it after seeing a very ugly children's train online and just had to add it in. I also felt the ferris wheel scene was just necessary for them to kind of built a bridge between each other, so, exactly!!

'i want those twin(k)s obliterated'!!!!! LITERALLY ME. Soft we have the same brain because Ingo was sooo desperate and nervous telling all of that and it's soso good!!!!

The nervous little confession was something I just HAD to add in because I wanted there to be a moment where Emmet was finally more vulnerable and honest with himself <33 And Emmet just being slightly jealous for Reader's attention as well is just,, the icing on top of that HAHA

I'm sooo happy with all of your praise, thank you very much!!!! I'm not sure I'm expressing it well but I genuinely appreciate it <3

[sui-senka]

The dumbest post

I think y’all should be here to witness the dumbest post I’ll ever make, as I’m not all about getting into discourse and that, and any other self-identifying Vergil lovers please come here:

@creepyscritches, @brasspetalsx, @fandomhell97, @breezeinmonochromenight, @kaldea88, @xalmasyx, @hornyangrybean, @noir-sorrow, @catspook, @xenontrioxide, @zilla-may-cry, @boobble, @vergilshusband, @tifaroni, @littlebluewraith, @im-a-clown, @genovaempera, @neodicronus, @thelessiknowtheworse, @thriilsy, @jestermania, @bunny-girl-sweetseek, @darka3363, @witchkiid, @45, @manadebutt, @magsamaire, @spaghetti-queerghetti, @clairexredfields, @204863-yunglynn, @yuri-subtext, @miss-soso-25, @josuke-kujo, @cameguisada, @trionfi, @glitteryhumanfiretrash, @lewdbunbun, @journalofsparda, @complacentdevil, @infernokid, @emogodmatthew, @brit-o-raptor, @salsa-and-chips, @gemstone-enema

I’d like y’all to bear witness, as I take down this bitch-ass clown. As I’ve blocked the person in question that I want to call out - please tag them into this post to have at them ;) Also - to the other people that didn’t get this, tag your mutuals and get them here.

I’d also like to announce that @thephantomporg84 is now masquerading as @derelict-stranger, and I got a few messages a few days ago about how she was gonna take down her account, and how she wants me to block all of you, which is ridiculous as you are all blogs that I have known and followed way before her and also I don’t know you either. I told her that I didn’t want to be involved in her drama, but here I am. 

It’s kinda hard for me to make this post, as I genuinely thought that she was cool in the beginning - she helped to give me more DMC asks in my inbox, and she always reblogged my stuff, as I’ve been trying to make it with the big guys - like @myfairmidnightladyspade.

But I saw the stuff that she says online to you all, and I think I got some anon messages from her asking if I was a terf or not... and yeah - my heart broke. I feel like I have been deceived in some way. What I wanted to be there was someone who was cool, and funny to talk to, but turns out that person is petty, heartless, immature and straight up spiteful.

I may have to justify myself in why I got messages from her - I was only trying to console her, but to do it in a neutral way as I wanted no part in her drama.

Also - i’m probably not gonna show any evidence for how much she sucks cause there’s tags and anon posts dedicated to that sort of thing

I want you on tumblr, and you on Reddit to find her, and in the /v/ section of 4chan to block her and report her for all she’s done. I want you to wipe her existence from the internet until there is nothing left.

Now - I need to change the flow of the conversation by directing it to you, @derelict-stranger.

I’d like you to kindly log off, take a breather and think, for a second about the actions that you’ve done to the people that I’ve mentioned above. 

I’d also like to tell you that your suggestion to block all those people above is complete nonsense. Why would you make me block blogs who have perfectly decent and awesome content, and to those who I have talked to longer than you? why would you make me block blogs who I don’t know? Quit trying to get me on your side. I want no part in your drama like I said before, and stop trying to manipulate me into getting me to give a shit about you.

I’d also like to tell you that your situation is entirely self-inflicted. That you trying to talk to me won’t work, the only reason that people are apparently “attacking you” - is because you, in fact, are the instigator, are the catalyst of all this hatred.

You - @derelict-stranger, lack any ability whatsoever to disagree well. From where I’m looking, all of this started because you don’t like Vergil from the Devil May Cry games and you don’t like the plot of 5, which seems extremely stupid to me, as he’s only a small-ish part of 1, one of the best boss-fights in 3 and just a mere mention in 4. The fact that you need to incessantly attack content creators who merely like him is stupid. Either keep those opinions to yourself, ignore them, or do my favourite -> stick ‘em up your big stupid ass.

It’s also stupid that when people merely like him - you have to bring in your own shitty opinions. No one asked you what you thought, and I’m pretty sure you’re actively seeking out fights with people just to feel good about yourself. It’s also super hypocritical of you ragging on about how much Vergil sucks, when you go crazy for Kylo Ren, as they share some similarities in terms of their vibes and traits. (Yeah - I see you asking for smutty Kylo Ren x Reader requests online.....) Why do you get pissy when people like villainous fictional characters - do your knickers

What I just want to know is what kind of personal gratification you get when you actively hate on a character, and what kind of gratification you get when just because someone disagrees with you - that you have to result using death threats, rape threats, pedophilia threats, racism, slurs, and ableism,  transphobia, alt-right rhetoric, neo-Nazi shit, pro-Trump, and homophobic comments to content creators just doin’ their own thing. Is it just to feel like the bigger man, is it to make yourself sound smarter than the other person (Cause you don’t) - like what actually motivates you, what actually makes you want to shit on other people’s parades, huh? Sounds to me like you need to get a life.

The fact that you always need to play the victim is sad and pathetic too:

- That you’re on the spectrum: - Okay, there are a lot of people who are on the spectrum here on tumblr. But they don’t use it as an excuse to justify shitty behaviour especially if it’s unitentional. as I’m sure they and the people they know are. I’m sure they apologise and try to get on with life like how NT people do. As you know - a lot of people of the spectrum feel like they’re being treated as sub-human being babies that do nothing but screech all the time, and they’re taking action to change those perceptions. Your behaviours are not helping their cause.

- That you use depression as an excuse - I’m kinda sympathetic to the whole mental health issues thing. I have them too. In fact, I am a hot mess. But I don’t use that to excuse me hurting other people with intention, and I’m sure many others don’t either. At least 1/4 or 1/3 will have some mental health issues in their life, and yeah, it sucks, and it’s common but it doesn’t make them exempt from them being called out on their shitty acts. the fact that so many people are and can be mentally ill doesn’t make you special, and it doesn’t give you a free pass to attack others.

- The fact that you try to bait people into making anti-semitic comments, so you can call them anti-semitic. Dude, that’s low. I’m pretty sure that’s gaslighting and manipulation as well. You don’t get the right to use your religion/race in that way as a defence when you’re feeling attacked so that you come off a better person. I’m friends with many jewish people, and they’d never have the gall to do that. I know that your peeople have had it rough, but you can’t use that in an argument just to prove that the other one is a piece of shit, when it is in fact you. I’m muslim, a WOC, and ancestrally speaking, from a country that your so-beloved president essentially banned their right to seek a better life in the states. For as long as I can remember - I’ve seen news about my kind being universally hated, I’ve been brought up in a post-9/11 world where for as long as I can remember that me and our kind are the enemy (so I can sympathise) - but you don’t see me and other muslims here using those petty tactics that you use, because unlike you, we’re not myopic and we know that won’t get us anywhere.

I mean, this behaviour sounds bratty and childish - so I was thinking, she’ll probably grow out of it. Then I find that you’re in you’re mid-twenties, and I think “you really haven’t grown up at all, have you?”, and honestly it just makes the behaviour worse as you are resulting to middle school/high school tactics -> especially making me block all those people, calling them sociopaths and evil bitches. This ain’t high school or Mean Girls, moron, this is a fandom. A place where people can create, share, like and comment on content that makes you happy. I don’t think you understand what that means - cause all I see, and everyone sees is you spewing hatred everywhere. Fandoms are supposed to make you feel included, feel happy, feel safe, be a place to make friends. I don’t think you know that, and I don’t think you are even smart enough to realise that you are the reason why our fandom isn’t happy.

And honestly, at this point, the hatred you are getting is well deserved. You deserve to feel like shit if all you are going to do is make others feel like shit.

I don’t know what else to say but:

1. Get the hell away from our fandom

2. Get rid of your internet connection.

3. Get a life.

4. We don’t want you here.

5. You’re scum.

6. Go suck a dick, or flick a bean, whatever gets you off you troglodyte.

I liked you man, I really did. Then I saw how you treat others, and now I know I made a dumb life choice in making friends with you. If only you weren’t such a piece of shit, we could have been good friends.

I don’t want you here on tumblr. They don’t want you here. No-one wants or needs a toxic parasite like you on this website.

Yours sincerely,

sui-senka, who just sucked Vergil’s dick yesterday, and liked it.

[softshouyous-archive]

inuyasha or yyh ?? :o

inuyasha 

haven’t heard of it | absolutely never watching | might watch | currently watching | dropped | hated it | meh | a positive okay | liked it | liked it a lot! | loved it | a favorite

don’t watch period | drop if not interested within 2-3 episodes | give it a go, could be your thing | 5 star recommendation

fav characters: inuyasha, kagome, sango, koga (i know he was ...... in the beginning but. he’s dumb and i love that in a person)least fav characters: miroku ghjfsdghdfjhgdfjghfj oh and the guy whose name sounds like naruto gjkdfsgfav relationship: miss kagome and inuyasha fav moment:omg please there are so many but my poor memory is betraying me ):-hm let’s see i remember liking the ep where inuyasha goes to the human world for the first time bc it was absolute chaos hgjkdfhg -OH omg fuck i can only vaguely remember . but i remember crying over it and screenshotting it but what i remember is inuyasha and kagome leaning against each other while kagome was sleeping ??? that was CUTE -koga and inuyasha being stupid i love their bickeringheadcanons/theories: i don’t have any sorry t____t unpopular opinion: hm...... i don’t think i have any here either???how’d you find it: omg..... oh no.......... i forgot GFDSJKLFJDGK oh my god WAIT i really can’t remember oh my god....... maybe i saw you tweeting about it and decided to watch it???? ywes let’s go with that hjkgdfhgjfrandom thoughts: i just really love it...... and should finish it GFDJKLGF i really can’t bring myself to finish the last few episodes because in my mind apparently if i don’t finish something then it means i don’t have to deal with it being over GJDFKLGJFDG but like god .... miss takahashi.... her MIND ??? inuyasha is just so funny it’s honestly a show i would watch to laugh a lot because god . inuyasha is so dumb and i love him ))): also i really love kagome’s character a lot she’s SO brave like zude . she really puts herself out there in danger like i wish she didn’t jgdkflgh but that’s an interesting reflection of her chara!!! i wuv how she doesn’t take people’s crap and stands up for herself...... LOVE her !!!!!!

yu yu hakusho

haven’t heard of it | absolutely never watching | might watch | currently watching | dropped | hated it | meh | a positive okay | liked it | liked it a lot! | loved it | a favorite

don’t watch period | drop if not interested within 2-3 episodes | give it a go, could be your thing | 5 star recommendation

fav characters: MAIN FOUR!!!! and botan, shizuru, and george least fav characters: -TOGUROS, nasty!-karasu, who goes up to a Stranger and touches their hair???-the guy who beat up kurama and got absolutely murdered by yusuke-OH and the crappy teachers at yusuke and keiko’s school ))):-OH and that gross rich guy  

fav relationship: !!!!!!! kuwa and yusuke, hiei and kurama, george and koenma GJDFKLGJFKD THEYRE SO FUNNY OKAY fav moment: (would saying the entire show be cheating)-when hiei says hot when he’s not supposed to GDFJGLKF-when kuwa sees multiple sets of stairs and calls them ‘a stair museum’ GJDGKLF (thank u dub)-omg spoilers miss carmen but i’ll keep it vague: when kurama plays the game (the no speaking one) -omg omg when they were taking a break during the dark tournament and they were playing cards together ))): that was zo cute-oh and when kurama invited hiei to play cards gjkdfhgjfg ‘we’re practically family’ gfjkdgfh-omg this is really early on and v specific !! but when kuwa and yusuke were in that thing to become genkai’s student!!! and when yusuke made it on one of the rounds, kuwa and yusuke hugged and i thought that was really cute LOL-kurama saying ‘nerd violence’ gjfdkghf-FDKFGDJALKGJ when they were going to the dark tournament on the boat !!! when the boat started swaying and kuwa was like ‘omg is there an earthquake’ and hiei was like ‘earthquakes don’t happen on water’ -GFDJKALGJFJGKDFLAJGLDKFJGJKDFLAJGKDJAGKADFLKDF oh my god jgdfkhgkjldfhgjkdfhgj when kuwa got teleported by the shishiwaka??? guy during the dark tournament gfkjdgfhlg and he was like ‘i’m not ugly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1′ and hiei was like ‘nice last words’ GDFGKFDJGLKDFJGFKGJ-any time hiei is mean -when the nice teacher stood up for yusuke at his wake and also when he saved kuwabara’s test score gkjfhg-OMG okay i’m not happy at all that kuwa got beat up, but during that week where he didn’t fight back bc he didn’t want his friend to lose his job ))): that made me sad but it also really showed how much compassion kuwa has and how much he cares for his friends T________T -gjkdsfhlgjdfshgjdfhgj when yusuke came back from being deceased gjfdhgj like the part where he saved kuwa’s cat from those kids and when he turned around all casual and was just like ‘hi there’ ghdfkjglhfjghfghfj-GFDJLAKGJGJDFKALGJDFKLJGKFLJGKFDLJGKFDLJ also early on hgdjfkglh but when main four had to go to that tower??? and kurama fought that rock and the rock ended up getting its head attached onto its butt and yusuke and kuwa were just losing it LOLLLL that was so funnie -ponytail kurama . oh we are so blessed 

headcanons/theories: oh i actually have some!!! but i would like to leave a disclaimer and say that i am not good at coming up with hcs sadly jklghfjghf unpopular opinion: kuwa should be LOVED MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god he is SUCH a good character GOD!!!!!!!!! i feel like he’s super underappreciated and idk why!!!!! he’s so funny, is v loyal, Super compassionate, has a cat!! who he loves and cherishes!!!!, works hard!!!, and is great!!!! amazing!!!!! so so nice!!!!!! how’d you find it: !! i actually watched some ?? of it when i was way way younger with my brother!! but the only moment i remembered was when yusuke and kuwa were bickering after a particular fight gjkdfhgjfh but after that !!! it was some time last year, like december??? not like the past december but the one before that???? this mutual recommended it to me!! i was unsure of it at first, because of the 90s style i think?? which i think is a common reason but zude,,,,, i love 90s style now ghfhg like it’s so fun!!! and i love when they’re drawn with round faces like it’s so cute ))): but yeah i’m soso thankful and happy that they recommended it to me because if they didn’t i might not have watched it )): random thoughts: i just. i love yyh so much. sososoososo much )))): it’s so good like the writing is so great!!!! the characters are amazing i love them all so much and it’s just so funnie and fun and just so enjoyable!!!! i’ve watched it with my friends and it’s just such a fun experience