#i love him a normal amount thx

[jekyllnahyena]

have some Johnny doodles from yesterday. (I imagine having Reg and Ghost close is like having two grizzly bears shadowing u. He thinks it’s funny)

[emotionalsupport-ljh]

Breaking and Entering

You don't want Jihoon to worry.

Fluff (a miniscule amount of angst) - woozi x fem!reader

A hell of a lot of words for a sick fic :D Described as "princess treatment" by my friends 😌

AO3 link

Word Count: 3.1k

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Before you even open your eyes, you feel a scratch in your throat that burns like hell. You reach for the water on your nightstand and take large gulps trying to soothe the pain. As your eyes open, they droop heavily and take a moment to adjust to the early morning sunlight that makes its way past your curtains. A chill suddenly attacks the uncovered parts of your body. You duck back under your comforter only to have an oppressive heat come in waves that cause sweat to cling to your forehead. On top of all that, you can’t breathe out of your left nostril. You’re terribly sick.

As you lament in your miserable state, a notification brightens your phone and you have to shut your eyes. You blink them trying to get used to the light, but all it does is give you a headache. You brave through the pain to turn your brightness down and check the notification. It’s a text from your boyfriend, Jihoon.

Jiji: good morning babe~ 😘

You: Good morning!

Jiji: what are ur plans for today? work?

You: No

You pause for a moment before continuing your response. You wonder if it’s a good idea to tell him that you aren’t feeling well today. On one hand, he might want to know that kind of stuff so that he can take care of you. On the other hand, it could cause some unnecessary stress in his already stressful life. Also, with his busy schedule, he probably wouldn’t be able to do much. You decide ultimately that this illness would probably be over quickly, and you don’t want to make Jihoon worry about nothing a little cough medicine and tea would fix.

You: I'm going to take the day off to relax and be lazy lol 😏

Jiji: that sounds nice

i wish i could do the same 😮‍💨

You: Busy schedule today?

Jiji: yup 🙃 but im excited for our date later this week

You: Me too!

Jiji: i have to go to work

text me later

You: Will do! I love you 🩷

Jiji: love u too~🖤

Putting your phone down and taking the chance to move from your bed to at least retrieve some relief in the form of medicine or warm tea, you feel your muscles ache in a way that makes you never want to move again. For now, you stare at the ceiling with the resolve to get over this silly little cold. You fall asleep soon after and stay asleep for many, many hours.

When you finally awaken again, the chill in your bones still hasn't subsided, no matter how many layers of sheet and blanket cover you. You have to force your eyes to open against the deeper sunlight now pouring through the cracks in your curtains. You power through the discomfort to get them to adjust to the brightness. Again, you reach a hand out for your phone and see that it is afternoon and that you have some missed texts from your boyfriend.

Jiji: hey~

wuts up

Jiji: taking an afternoon nap huh

text me when u see this

The messages were all sent about 45 minutes ago. You feel a little bad about lying, but it only strengthens your resolve to get better and put the whole lie behind you. You text back like normal, hoping that he has the time to read and respond even for just a few minutes.

You: Sorry! I fell asleep watching anime

It doesn’t take too long for a reply to pop-up. You had been dating Jihoon for months now, but you still got butterflies every time he texted you. Even now, aching all over and dripping from your face, he makes you feel a warmth you swore would make you even healthier than you were before.

Jiji: oh rub it in my face 🙄 lol

dont get too far without me

You: I would never!! 😫

How’s it been today? You're not too stressed, right?

Jiji: eh

im coping lol

nothing im not used to

You: Don’t push yourself too hard ok? 🥺

You're doing such a great job!!!!!!

Jiji: thx lol

i gotta go. love u~ 🖤

You: I love you too 🩷

You decide to try to come up with the ultimate healing game plan for the rest of the day. You plot out your meals and activities to maximize the time you can spend getting better. Or at least you try to as you come to realize that sleeping an extra 4 and a half hours without getting out of bed means that you’ve yet to relieve yourself. This kickstarts your game plan as you rush to the bathroom.

You power through the aches in your body to finally brush your teeth and put your hair in a manageable bun for the day. You put on your sweats and some socks to keep warm and make your way to the kitchen where you heat up some soup and make a mug of herbal tea. You take medicine and take it easy all day. The change in scenery from your bedroom to the living room not only motivates your mind to change, but also it motivates your body to move. You swear you already feel better.

Unfortunately, the next two days look the same, and you do not, in fact, feel any better. Even with minimal movement throughout the days, you still manage to leave a mess of dirty dishes, clothes, and tissues strewn about the apartment. You are miserable and finally starting to come to terms with it. The delusion of your ability to heal quickly and on your own was finally starting to dissipate. You thought seeing a doctor was a waste of time, but you start to see the necessity of an appointment the more time you spend with a scratch in your throat and a headache hammering your skull.

The worst part, however, is not the pain, nor is it the constant sweating or the need to breathe through your mouth. No, the worst part is that today is Jihoon’s one day off; you are supposed to be ready to go on a date.

It's a little late in the morning when you wake up. You thrash in your bed frustrated that you are still sick and very tired. When you check your phone, there are no new messages. It isn't unusual for Jihoon to sleep in on his days off. You dread having to tell him the truth that you had been sick all week and couldn’t go out tonight. You could anticipate his response: a string of crying emojis and then a laugh where he says he’s just kidding and he’s fine as long as you get better. He wouldn’t really be okay with it, but he would say he is. He would be really disappointed; he isn’t very good at showing his true emotions, but you know he feels them so deeply. You don’t want to cause him any undue stress or heartbreak. At this point, it unfortunately is inevitable.

You grab your phone and hover over Jihoon’s contact, trying to muster the courage to send your good-morning-text and your confession followed by a long apology and promises to make it all up to him one day. You don’t expect your phone to ring, brandishing a very familiar sweet smiling selfie with the name “Jiji” underneath. You are startled then you take a deep breath, clear your throat, and answer.

“Good morning, my baby,” a sleep-rasped voice calls out from the other side.

“Good morning,” you try to answer in a normal voice, doing your best to hide your congestion.

“You sound different. What’s up?” Jihoon caught on immediately.

You whine a little over the phone, only prolonging the inevitable. There’s only silence from the other side. “I’m sick,” you say, then blurt out, “I’ve been sick for the past three days. I really, really tried to get better, honestly. I’m so sorry, Jiji. I can’t go out tonight.”

Your heart beats quickly in your chest, maybe from the nerves of finally coming clean, maybe from the extra exertion on your sick body. The five seconds it takes for Jihoon to respond feel like five hours. All he says is, “Oh. Okay.” After that, he hangs up the phone, leaving you stunned and with a horrible pit in your stomach.

You’re in shock. The kind of shock people feel after breaking a limb or recovering from a disaster. It pushes every other feeling out of your body. You do your morning routine in a fugue state. When you sit back in your bed, it all hits you at once. Tears stream down your face almost unconsciously, and you lay down with your face in your pillow. Eventually, you fall asleep again, too tired from the illness to continue to cry or feel anything.

Jihoon makes up his mind quickly. After abruptly hanging up the phone, he immediately gets up and goes through his own routine faster than ever, even taking 30 minutes off of his normal workout just to have more time for his own plan. After coming home, he does something a little out of character. He goes to the kitchen to cook something that isn’t chicken breast and white rice.

This surprises his roommates. Soonyoung tries to help him with the big pot of what was so far just stock and vegetables. He gets distracted easily, and it takes him a long time to cut up an onion. Jeonghan takes a picture of Jihoon and sends it in the group chat asking if this is normal behavior for Woozis. Seungkwan tries to taste it before the dish is ready and whines when his hand is met with a smack from a wooden spoon.

“This isn’t for any of you. Leave it alone,” Jihoon says in a stern voice.

“Wait, what? Then who is it for?” Soonyoung raises an eyebrow at him.

“Y/N, my girlfriend. She’s sick.”

The mood in the apartment changes. Now, Jeonghan is texting more furiously in the group chat about how Jihoon cares so much about his poor, sick girlfriend. Seungkwan now insists on tasting the dish the whole way through the cooking process to make sure it’s suitable for such refined tastes as his and yours. Soonyoung calls his mom and asks what the best thing is to cure illnesses. It becomes a whole big thing that has Jihoon a little bit annoyed but also grateful his friends care about you almost as much as he cares about you.

Jihoon’s morning and the better part of his afternoon off of work are then filled with surprise visits from Mingyu, Jun, and Seokmin who bring an array of dishes that could feed you for a month and Minghao who brings a special tea blend that he uses when he's feeling sick. Vernon sends a playlist of chill music for you to listen to while you recover, and Wonwoo writes a list of movies he recommends you watch to rest. Chan makes a special delivery of his grandma's famous kimchi, which has the rest of the boys groaning that they don't get any this time. Joshua sends the best essential oil wax melts so you can indulge in some aromatherapy. Finally, Seungcheol makes sure that Jihoon tells you that he can send anything in the world to your house using his card whether it be medicine or a treat from your favorite bakery or even a new designer pajama set to make sure you are at maximum comfort levels.

As he makes his way over to your apartment, Jihoon feels silly carrying a bunch of bags filled with various gifts from everyone on top of the soup he made that seems to pale in comparison. He curses Jeonghan under his breath for telling everyone his plan to bring you supplies, effectively making him the delivery boy because he is the only person who has the passcode to your apartment. He tries to call you on his way over, now adding his phone to the pile he was juggling. It rings a few times and then goes to voicemail. He tries again and meets the same outcome. He assumes that you’re resting; being sick for multiple days sounds exhausting which is why he is so willing to bring over everything he (and the others) could possibly think of to make you feel better.

Jihoon reaches your front door and knocks loud enough that you would be able to hear it from your room, but soft enough that you wouldn’t wake up if you were resting. He waits a beat before just typing the code and letting himself inside. He makes his way to the kitchen and sets down the various bags on the countertops. Only once his arms are empty does he realize the state of the apartment. He slowly takes in the dirty dishes and various random stuff left on the floor. The trashcan is full, and tea bags litter the countertops. There are tissue boxes everywhere, each one full of used tissues.

He walks slowly to your room and, opening the door, he almost couldn’t make out your sleeping shape on the bed. You’re curled up into a ball under many layers of blankets on one side, and on the other was a pile of clothing. There’s more clothing on the floor. Jihoon goes back to the kitchen and takes a deep breath. He meticulously puts all the food everyone prepared into the fridge, rolls up his sleeves, and decides to start there. He makes a list in his head of all the things he could realistically do in the few hours you would be asleep.

The next moment, Jihoon is elbow deep in soapy water scrubbing dishes and wiping countertops. He finds all the cleaning instruments and proceeds to sweep and vacuum. He fills a trash bag with tissues, tissue boxes, and food containers. He gently tiptoes around your room, gathering up the clothes from the floor, which he assumes are dirty, and putting them in the wash. The clothes on the bed, which he checks are clean, are now folded and put in a hamper for later sorting. He even has time to reheat his soup and make a pretty plating of it paired with some rice and a cup of some of Minghao’s herbal tea.

You awaken when you hear dishes clanking in the kitchen. Someone is in your home. You freeze until the noise stops and begin to get up from your bed. With your legs swung over the side of the bed, ready to stand and possibly defend yourself, the door opens slowly and in walks Jihoon with a tray of dishes.

He looks surprised, then flashes a big smile, then says, “Good, you’re awake. It’s time to eat.”

All you can do is stare at him in disbelief as he sets a tray of soup and rice and tea on your lap. He sits cross-legged in the empty space beside you and scrolls through his phone as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

“W…what’s all this?” you stutter out, utterly confused.

“Lunch,” Jihoon answers nonchalantly.

Looking at him beside you, you realize that there is indeed empty space on your bed for him to sit where there was once a pile of clothes. Tears appear behind your eyes when you look around at the spotless floor of your bedroom. You look at your boyfriend as one tear falls.

“Did you…”

“Yeah, it was a real mess in here.” He turns to look at you and uses his thumb to wipe the one tear from your cheek. “Start eating. I bet you haven’t eaten all day. How are you supposed to get better if you don’t eat?”

He was right. You take a spoonful of broth and bring it to your lips. It tastes wonderful. Alternating between tea and soup and rice, you feel fuller, and the heat from the meal eases your throat just a little more. Jihoon looks at you and sees how happy you look to be having a meal that wasn’t microwaved from a package. You are already almost done with the meal after only a few minutes.

“See, you were hungry, huh?” He teasingly shakes his head.

You lightly push your boyfriend's arm. You make a face, suddenly feeling awkward to be around him. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“What? Why? Because you lied to me for days and didn’t let me take care of you? Or because you canceled our date on the day of because you assumed I cared that we went out somewhere?” he starts sarcastically, “I actually hadn’t thought about it all day.”

“I’m serious, Jiji!” you try to whine but end in a cough. He’s laughing at you as you get a little frustrated.

“I’m seriously not mad. I wish you would’ve told me, but being mad won’t fix anything.” His smile is soft, and he’s looking at you with love in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I just didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t know it would last this long. Honestly, I don’t know what I have, and you probably shouldn't be sitting so close to me right now.” You weakly try to push Jihoon away, but he sits like a rock, not budging at all.

“I’m fine,” he chuckles, “The plague couldn’t even keep me away from you.” He leans to kiss your forehead.

All your muscles relax as the last few bites on your plate disappear. Jihoon takes the empty tray in one hand and uses the other to guide you to your feet with him. He wordlessly walks you both out of the room. You see that not only is the entire apartment clean, but there are small gifts left out on the coffee table.

“What is all this?” you ask your boyfriend as take a seat on the couch, waiting for him to put the empty plates and bowls from the tray in the sink.

He takes a seat next to you and rubs the back of his neck with one hand and avoids eye contact when he answers, “The guys heard you weren’t feeling great, so, of course, they had to help out, too.” He goes through and shows you the wax melts, medicine, and self-care products. He also tells you about your new stock of homemade meals from the best cooks in the group. You get really excited about the kimchi from Chan’s grandma. He sends you Vernon’s playlist and Wonwoo’s recommendations. He even shows you the text Seungcheol sent him about using his card for whatever you might need.

Everything is perfect for the rest of the evening that was supposed to be a fancy, romantic date night. It turns out that watching movies and listening to music while snuggling and talking is the best medicine for illness and the most romantic date you have ever been on.

[noellefan101]

How do the different yanderes "love" you? (plus some tropes(??) i feel like would fit them)

this was honeslty just practice, and it ended up turning into smt kinda decent, i dont love what ive written but i just needed to get our smt

i blame @fatuismooches for being lovely and having such good harbinger thoughts that they've taken over my mind (fuck you[said with affection])

Yandere! Childe, Scaramouche, Dottore(separate) x gn reader

Childe ("soft and sweet" x unloving and hates touch)

He just spoils you left and right, he feels a little bad when he sees the uncomfortable look in your eyes when he kisses you all over, or when he touches you too much. so he has chosen to spoil you rotten until you finally fall for him, or at least see the way he can take care of you and finally kiss him back.

[He loves you, and that should be known by now, so why do you force his hands to do this, "why cant you just love him like he is", those were the last words you heard before he brought something to your lips and made you drink something unknown]

You are incredibly lucky that the 11th Harbinger is this patient with you, but dont push it too much, he can go to more bloody measures of getting you to fall for him if he sees it's needed. dont worry he wont hurt you too much, he loves you too much to do that, but love is complicated and you cant always control whom you fall in love with, so just love him will you, darling?

after all he knows the aphrodisiac he gave you wont last forever, so it would be better to just fall for him manually, right?

Scaramouche (manipulative, powerful x easily manipulated, weak[...i didnt know what to do here lol])

He might seem like he doesn't love at all, but when you aren't being dragged around to missions and meetings, and all alone with him in your shared chambers, he loves to just hug you, maybe litter kisses on your neck and collarbone. you hated it at first, and you still kind of do, but you've long since gotten used to it all.

He show his love for you when he has his hands all over your body as you dress into the clothes he picked out for you. he cant keep himself off of your lovely body, but would kill if anyone even touch a strand of your hair.

But oh how could you try 'nd leave when this weak little puppet is crying in your arms every night, when he has nightmares about you leaving him, dying when he can't be there to protect you... oh how foolish you are, how stupid you must be to fall for such things, as he has long since abandoned the idea of ever letting go of you.

And he'll make sure you dont let go of him either, because you need him. after all he was the one to save you from danger when you were stupid enough to walk too far into a hilichurl camp. you need protection, and he's rgith here willing to give it for "free".

Dottore (crazy scientist and his crazy lover[aka yandere x yandere but worse])

You lvoe each other in ways normal human minds wouldn't dream of ever understanding. he smiled when you gave him a dead body for experimenting, and the worst part? you had the biggest grin on your face, and a massive amount of blood on your hands and clothes, much to the dismay of many onlookers.

And then there's the fact that neither of you even spare a glance at the amount of blood on the others' clothes, or at least it looks like you don't. but when you are in the privacy of your shared bedroom (though filled with dead onlookers in the closet) you reward each other for getting rid of anyone who dares to interrupt, or archons forbid break, the love you two have.

It has been made a daily occurrence for you both to randomly disappear from the building with a fatui agent, who had taken too much attention from the other, and then come back alone with bloodied hands, and being greeted by a two-minute-long kiss when opening the lap doors again.

just two crazy maniacs in love, awwww (if they arent wanted in at least 6 nations they need to be)

thx for reading whatever this is, luv ya -Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

[sharkinthetoilet]

The main 4 (without or with Cartman) + Butters and Creek (poly with those two,) x GN Reader,

Like how would they try to get their lovers attention? And reader pretends to not understand they want attention

The main trio + butters and creek, trying to get their s/o's attention

yayay, not being put thru the horrors of trying to write cartman as an appealing boyfriend

Gender: neutral

Warnings: tiny amount of paranoia

☆-stan:

Stan is that kind of person that makes weird noises to get your attention

You'd be sitting next to him, scrolling through social media and all of the sudden he meows at you

Now if you give him the attention, he wants, he'll do whatever he needed your attention for and then give you a sweet kiss on the cheek

If you don't, though, he'll keeping making the noise he's annoying you with

Louder. and. Louder. Each and every time

If you still don't give him his attention, he'll text you

"Hey babe, look @ me, thx"

if you still won't give him attention, he will ignore you for the next 20 minutes too

he acts like you betrayed him

in his eyes you did

if you want him to go back to normal, just give him a kiss or something

☆-kyle:

kyle is a very busy, so he does respect you for not always giving him attention

but if he notices, that you're purposefully ignoring you, that's a different tale

kyle is naturally hot-headed, so expect him to just blow up if you ignore him

goes to the 5 stages of grief in under 3 minutes

then he'll try everything to get your attention

would probably also do weird noises like stan, cuz stan always does it towards him

if you still won't soften up, he'll dramatically leave the room

will seriously be hurt, if you don't follow him

no, but seriously, kyle is pretty insecure, you ignoring him scares the ever living shit out of him

just give him your undivided attention for the rest of the day, please

☆-kenny:

my man needs attention all the time

definitely touches you a lot to get your attention

a biter

seriously, he'll bite you

if you ignore him, he'll slide his hands all over your body, acting all seductive

not necessarily in a sexual way, that's just how he is, touchy

he's super duper annoying, neither stan nor kyle can compare

"babe, babe, baby, bubu bunny, honey, sugar buns, babe, babyyy, love, darling, my oh so beautiful lover, dear, BABEE"

if you won't give him his 'deserved' attention, he'll sulk in the corner

the second you give him attention, he'll be at your side again, acting like nothing happened before

honestly doesn't mind you messing with him

☆-butters:

butters is such a cutie 😭

if you ignore him, he'll always be to 100% sure you're just busy

sits there patiently, waiting for you

if he feels like you ignored him have been busy to long, he'll get you some water and snacks, must be important what you are working on

will ask you, if you may want to take a break

hope you feel bad for ignoring him

please just 'take a break' and spend some time with him

he deserves it

☆-creek:

tweek and craig are polar opposites

craig actually has no problem with you ignoring him for a bit, he's quite fond of silence

sure, if he actually wants your attention, he would be a bit upset, if you ignore him

not that you could see it

but he won't be mad or anything

tweek on the other hand

he can't handle being ignored

can and will freak out

"HAVE YOU GONE DEAF?!; AM I DELUSIONAL?! ARE YOU REAL, AM I EVEN TALKING RIGHT NOW?!"

yeah no, don't ignore him

craig will be mad too

and with that you lost stripe privileges for the next 2 weeks

god they are so chaotic

[d-apperc-adaver]

PART I

warnings: n/a, no there will be no smut, but spicy things will HEAVILY will be hinted at. sorta

plot: this chapter is more of a buildup. frustrated hopelessly in love gn reader :)

Thinking about Beetlejuice’s love life made you filled to the brim with rage. This havoc created by Delores and thinking about his past with her…lit your fuse.

It was quite obvious. You were tapping your finger obnoxiously on the table thinking about it.

And now he also has the nerve to say that Lydia was the love of his life?!! Damn that man! Damn him! Eternally!

Superficial deals for his own benefit. Or so at least you tried to convince yourself.

He was outright ridiculous at this point. The Beetlejuice you knew would’ve moved on already. And you know Beetlejuice.

You saw the man have an Elvis phase, get a fixation on speology, teach you medieval languages, lie that his middle name was Pete because he lost his shit when he heard Louis Armstrong sing Cuban Pete.

You always stayed. Just to be seemingly made out of cellophane when you tried to talk to him about anything relationship related thing. Didn’t matter whose problems were. If it weren’t about something he did in the past, a rendezvous, he would avoid it like a devil running away from holy water.

Everything made you internally explode.

He drove you crazy.

And you kept tap tapping at the surface of your table, the poor thing might just get a dent.

But the thing is, why did you even care about his poor “love choices”. Why did you put up with this then organise a mental pity party, “it should’ve been me! ME!” for yourself?

Fair enough he talked a good chunk about them and about how what a catch he is, but still. You accepted his way of being when you took the commitment of being his friend. A gross, perverted, ridiculous in every capacity and disgustingly charming ghost.

And you loved it. You were in absolute awe with his way of being.

You don’t quite remember when you started to fancy him. But in moments like this you sure do wonder why the feelings remained.

You really wished he would have seen more in you but unfortunately you seem to not have bewitchingly cursed enough eyes or some other bullshit.

But with the sound of your thoughts growing louder and louder and getting thrown off by your own feelings that you wanted gone and substantial amount of jealousy, you got back to work.

I mean. Doing him a favour. Sorting leftover business flyers..yeahhhh.

Ironically enough this was the fuel to all of your fire.

If you could say so.

“Looking for a…

LOVE CONNECTION?”

“DEAD-ICATED TO FINDING YOUR MATCH?”

It’s as if you could smell the cheap candles, satin robes and rose petals right in your face.

Makes sense to get angry at a lovey dovey flyer he planned on sending to any woman, VERY MUCH preferably a breather he would have to “woo” to do that weird wedding ritual, in his close proximity. I mean he already went ahead and conjured one for Lydia. But the worst part of this is that he seemed to have more of a romantic obsession with her now rather than his just do it for his own freedom. Ew.

So while doing that. You tried your best to keep your mind quiet from the suppressed feelings for Beetlejuice out of all ghosts, and moved to the normal classic good ol “TROUBLE WITH THE LIVING” flyers. You packed them up neatly in boxes, hell even put labels on them.

You got up from the table with a loud sigh of relief of finally getting away from things that reminded you of your adoration for the demon (oh how you’d love to just staareee all day into those big blue eyes) and rising your head up you were met with a horrifying:

“What’s got your panties in a twist hun?”

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Hope u enjoyed the fanfic ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ thx for reading through

I’m cooking up a part two…

EDIT: THE TAGS!! How could I forget the tags… gee. I’m stuid :P

[yanderecrazysie]

I read the nsfw alphabet of Asmodeus, can you do that with Lucifer? Thx<3

Sure thing!

Note: I’m doing headcanons, alphabets, and profiles much, much quicker than my oneshots, if you’d prefer to send them in, they’ll be done quickly.

WARNINGS: yandere themes, very NSFW, mentions of non-con

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer is not good at aftercare. He tries to put his arm around you, but that’s about it. He does his best to ignore your sniffles and tears because they make him feel guilty.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lucifer likes his hair because he secretly likes when you pull on it or, best of all, card your fingers through it.

On you, he finds his eyes drifting down to your breasts on many occasions. It’s just something his eyes always seem to look at.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Lucifer eats healthy, so his cum is fairly nice tasting. He has an average amount of cum, but it seems to stick to you more that normal.

D: Dirty Secret

Lucifer likes to be in control, yes, but he has had the occasional vision of you being in control. However his pride would never, ever allow that.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Barely experienced. He’s a handsome man, but he turns people down most of the time. He has too much pride for a one night stand and he hasn’t had any serious relationships before you.

F: Favorite Position

Doggy style- he wants to be in complete control. He also loves the way your breasts swing back and forth in that position.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)  

Lucifer is deadly serious. Not a single joke will ever leave his mouth.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Lucifer keeps himself very well-trimmed. Sometimes he shaves all of it off. And yes, the pubic hair is black.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Lucifer isn’t very romantic, but he loves to hold your hands in his during sex. He always hopes that’s enough comfort for you, since he’s not sure what else to do.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Lucifer is not really one to masturbate. He’s tries it sometimes, but it doesn’t match up to the real thing at all.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lucifer loves seeing you in lingerie so he can rip it apart to get to your sexy body. He can be a sadist sometimes too, but not too bad.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He prefers in a bed at his home. He’s not into public sex.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

While you in general get him going, seeing you partially or entirely naked makes him absolutely feral (on the inside)

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s too prideful to let you take control and he doesn’t like eating you out, sorry.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Very much receiving. He doesn’t like to lower himself to giving, but he absolutely loves seeing you on your knees with his cock hitting the back of your throat.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)  

He’s fast, but not too rough. Occasionally he’ll grind against your cervix before resuming his quick thrusts.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

He doesn’t mind them, but he’d prefer a long, drawn out session.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) 

Lucifer is fine with trying most things, as long as he’s dominant. He’d especially like to try some BDSM stuff.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lucifer can go about 3 rounds most of the time, though he might be shooting blanks. He doesn’t mind just going once, but he does have a lot of stamina.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, sorry! He’s sure he knows how to make you horny with just his fingers. Plus he’s, you know, prideful, and toys doing better than him is a no-no.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease, he does what he wants and does it well.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lucifer is pretty quiet, with the occasional grunt. When he cums, he lets out a quiet groan.

W: With or without consent (Non-con or consensual?)

Lucifer doesn’t care whether you’re willing or not. If he wants you, he gets you.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Lucifer isn’t very girthy, but his length makes up for that. His dick is a pretty pale color, with a tip that gets darker when it starts to leak precum. It has a few small veins on it.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Lucifer has a low sex drive, but when he wants you, he needs to get his hands on you.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Lucifer falls asleep after you because he wants to make sure you’re alright before he drifts off.

[dirtbagdefender]

🩷🧡💛💚🩵💙💜💐🌸 Gimme Billy thoughts for the soul pls n thx

🩷 Why are they your favorite?

ok ok ok . so for as short of a time as we got billy - we got a LOT of characterization for him. like, even with max, we didn't get that much characterization. why? was it dacre? i lean more towards yes than i would contribute that being w the duffers tbh. back to my point - that backstory is legitimately one of the most intriguing characters i've seen in a long time. and there's so much to play with there! he's not just your typical cardboard "bully" -- THERE'S MEAT ON THAT SKELETON, you know?!?

❤️ How did you discover them/get into them?

oh man, so one of my friends loves steve, and she was aghast that i hadn't watched stranger things and i was like, "alright, watch it with me." so. and that was *checks calendar* the fourth of this year. so. you know. normal amount of time to be this obsessed. mhm.

🧡 Do you have anything in common with them?

we're both california transplants in indiana! and... while i didn't live on the ocean quite like he did, i miss being within driving distance of the coast. and uhhhhh. terrible relationships with our dads is 😎 good times. plus, being dramatic is bitchin'.

💛 Do you have any polar opposite traits to them?

i would much rather be playing dnd with eddie and the nerd squad rather than lifting weights with billy.

💚 What are your favorite added rep headcanons for them? (queer labels, disabilities, nationalities, ethnicities, etc.)

ohhhhh i love all of them, because they all feel like... they're common enough for me to get the gist of him, but the way different people write him is so interesting! i think my most favorite is that billy's gay. there's a few where i've read post-s3 where he's disabled from the mind flayer and THOSE are SO GOOD.

🩵 What's a popular headcanon for them you just can't get behind?

not that i can think of? i like seeing what hc's people come up with, how they see them, you know? if there's an hc someone has for him that doesn't fit my version, that's okay! that's their version, and that's the fun in hc's!

💙 What's a popular headcanon for them that you adore?

that he just wants to protect max, as much as he abhors how he's responsible for her. that even though they fought and whatever, at the end of the day, he loved max. i also love when he welcomes the rest of the party into his protection, like a little mother duck or something. oh, i really love when billy has powers, too. 😈

💜 'Put that guy into situations' or 'take that guy out of situations'?

¿ por que no los dos ? put my mans in more situations with children. (specifically erica, so he can shoot down those racist allegations and also be read to absolute filth in .5 seconds from a girl who barely comes up past his hip) get him out of situations with neil.

💐 What are your favorite poly ship(s) for them, if any?

hmmm. harringroveson is the only one i know of? ALTHOUGH i do enjoy the thought of stevexrobinxbilly. so. uh. harringrovely? anyway.

🌸 What are your favorite mono ship(s) for them, if any?

my fave is definitely harringrove. i haven't dipped my toe in mungrove, but i could be persuaded. platonically i love him being besties with heather and being bullied by a mean lesbian who isn't intimidated by his machismo attitude. as seen above, i really love him having a soft spot for erica, as well as jane. and being a "good" big bro to max.

[meganehaven]

ur tav is so cute ;_; thx for making such a transgender king

TYSM !! i love neuvaine a normal amount.. so glad that others like him too!! :D

[zombryz]

♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 3

˗ˏˋ hello ˎˊ˗    & thx for reading... again :3

Chapter Three

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Pairings: Shigaraki x f!reader x Dabi

A/N: This will soon have some season 6 of bnha spoilers! Please read with that in mind :) - This is an ongoing story! Last update 3.18.2023

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - SMUT, like a dirty amount... sorry not sorry, unrequited love, lemon, angst, fluff, Dabi is hot, that’s all

Word Count: 5k

Later that week, Shigaraki went to visit Overhaul at one of his strongholds without telling any of the other league members.

“Not all of our guests have the best intentions,” Overhaul says, looking up at Shigaraki, “and we like our privacy.”

Overhaul is sitting on a dark purple couch opposite Shigaraki, who is standing in front of the couch on his side of the room. His hands are in his pockets, and he is wearing his long black trench coat paired with the pale grey hand that takes its normal place as his mask.

“Why am I really here?” Shigaraki boldly interrupts Overhaul, already done with his antics. He thinks he has every right to kill him right here and now for what he did back at the warehouse. He doesn’t act on his urges, though. Instead, he hears out the leader of the Yakuza stronghold.

The strategy chess game, shogi, sits in front of the two men on top of a small, round coffee table. Overhaul picks up one of the chess pieces before answering the league’s leader. 

“Shogi is an interesting game because you can use the pieces you steal from your opponent,” Overhaul leans forward a bit and raises an eyebrow, smirking at Shigaraki through his plague doctor mask, “I want Toga or Y/N, and maybe even Twice,” he lowers his tone before continuing, “I don’t feel at ease when they’re doing your bidding." He looks back up at Shigaraki to gauge his immediate reaction to wanting to steal his league members.

Shigaraki sighs and finally takes a seat on the matching dark purple couch behind him while propping one foot up on the coffee table, causing the chess pieces to shake on the board. He also leans forward to grab his knee, making himself comfortable. 

“You guys want to capitalize on our reputation, and we want to increase our strength,” Shigaraki leans back into the couch now, appearing aloof, “Our needs seem to coincide at the moment, but we still call the shots here. Either this is a joint partnership or I walk out the door.” Overhaul’s men get closer to Shigaraki, not particularly happy with his threatening undertone.

“So those are your conditions then?” Overhaul sighs, annoyed with the man’s demands.

“The scales are far from even. Need I remind you about Magne,” he pauses, “and Compress’ arm?” Shigaraki hisses out. Overhaul’s eyes are glued to him now; he waits until he’s finished talking before he speaks again. Shigaraki looks up toward the ceiling before continuing, not looking at anything in particular but thinking of you, “You can forget about Y/N; you can’t have her.” 

“Oh?” Overhaul perks up and leans back a little more interested in what has Shigaraki not wanting to give you up, “Is she special or something?” he asks with a sly smile.

“No.” Shigaraki’s face grows warm under his mask. He takes his eyes off the ceiling to look back at Overhaul, “It would just be really dumb of me to give you our healer,” he tsks, narrowing his eyes. Shigaraki hates being questioned this much.

“Surely you can lend her to me just for one week?” he retorts. Overhaul pokes at him a little more. He wants to know just how far he would be willing to fight for you.

Shigaraki thinks for a moment. It would give him the upper hand if he was on good terms with the Yakuza. You have also proved that you could hold your own in a fight against Overhaul, especially since you were the only one to make him bleed. Plus, you would have Toga and Twice with you, and he trusts them.

“Fine, one week.”

♡

The next morning, Shigaraki approached you while you were in the room that Toga and you had decided to share. Toga had already started putting up her posters again and changed out the bed sheets before she left with Twice for the day. You had found an old hero magazine in the closet of the bedroom and hoped to find anything about yourself in there to jog your memory, but sadly, it was about 10 years old and held no information about you or any of the villains you were with. The house must’ve been abandoned for about that long, you thought to yourself. You were in the center of the room atop an old mattress, lying on your stomach and swinging your feet in the air still reading the magazine when Shigaraki entered the bedroom doorway. You were facing the window with your back facing the door, so you couldn’t see who it was. He was quiet and took a moment to watch you as you read all the old hero drama. There it was—that warm feeling returning to his face as he watched you swing your feet happily behind you. He didn’t quite understand the feeling, though. He just knew he hated it. It was about midday, and from the looks of it, you and him were the only two inside the house. 

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you going to say something?” You felt the presence of someone behind you; after all, you are a trained hero. It didn’t matter how quiet he was being. 

Your heart immediately starts racing the moment he speaks. You were not expecting his voice at all, he never comes to talk to you. He’s usually MIA or will avoid you like the plague. You had really thought he was Dabi, or maybe even Toga or Twice. Why is Shigaraki at your bedroom door? 

“I need to talk to you,” he calmly replies, taking off the hand covering his face. You turn around to face him while sitting up in bed to cross your legs. He must’ve just gotten back from wherever he had been all morning. He looks exhausted, to say the least, like maybe he pulled an all nighter. 

“You don’t look so good, is everything alright?” You express your concern a little too quickly and almost immediately regret asking him that because you didn’t want to annoy him. You frown up at him with wide eyes, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the floor. He can’t bring himself to look at you right now, especially since he can’t calm the warmth in his cheeks.

“I’m fine,” he huffs like a kid in trouble, “I have a job for you, I hope you’re ready.” He states this matter-of-factly. He finally looks up at you to gather your reaction, shaking off the warmth from before.

You excitedly jump up from the bed and cross the room in a dancing manner with your arms behind your back. It had been about a month or so since you joined the league. You were hoping that they would all start trusting you. Plus, you were getting really bored being left behind all the time. “Great! When do I start?” you ask with a big smile that could melt any boy's heart.

Shigaraki stood in the doorway and shifted uncomfortably as you started closing in on him. He stiffened up and straightened his back to his full height, which took up most of the doorway. He hated that you made him so nervous whenever you were in close proximity, but he also hated the idea of handing you over to Overhaul. He’d rather have you close to him, always. 

“I’m giving you to Overhaul,” he grumbles like the words he spoke were poison. “You’ll be with Toga and Twice, so don’t cause any trouble.” He’s looking down at you now, and you are looking up at him. “You will join the Hassaikai tomorrow.” His breath hitched; you were only a couple of inches away from him now, close enough that he could smell your hair. Which coincidentally smelled like strawberries, and he would never admit how much he liked it.

“I hate that guy,” you frown up at him. The corner of his mouth pulled up as he stared at you through heavy-lid eyes. Suddenly you’re the one who is nervous. You avert your eyes and look at the wall, your heart racing again.

“So do I,” he doesn’t take his eyes off of yours. He notices the redness pooling in your cheeks, and his eyes start trailing down to your lips, which were perfectly pouty. He pauses for a moment and realizes you’re nervous too. He can’t believe it. It’s gotta be because you’re intimidated by him, right? There’s no way you’re actually flustered because of him. He wants more than anything to apologize for hurting you. He doesn’t even know where to start though, he’s never apologized for anything. Instead, he soaks in the silence between you two. He doesn’t want to part ways yet because then that would mean leaving this moment forever. Little does he know you don’t want to part ways either, having him in your space is comforting and you didn’t understand why.

“Honey, we’re hommmeeee!” Twice’s voice echoes through the empty house. 

You were much closer to Shigaraki than a moment ago. Twice’s entrance made you jump a bit causing you to join Shigaraki in his personal bubble. You tried clearing your throat to make it less awkward but Shigaraki didn’t seem to care at all. Instead of getting mad at you or telling you it was okay to make you feel better, he immediately fell back into his stern leader persona. He placed the hand back over his face and left your room without saying another word. He left it feeling much colder and emptier than before.

Later that evening, after you had showered, you came back into your room to find Toga laying across the mattress, cutting people out of the magazine you had been reading earlier. She had a sinister smile plastered on her face as she glued them to the floor. You had no idea what was going through her head, so you got dressed without interrupting her. 

“Hey, do you know where Dabi is?” you hesitantly asked her, running your fingers across your lips almost instinctively. You wondered if anyone had told him about you leaving. You hadn’t seen him since he kissed you, and you hoped he was okay. 

“Hmmm,” Toga brings a finger up to her cheek to make her think harder. “I don’t really know; last I saw him he was talking to Shigaraki, and then he took off into the woods while you were in the shower,” Toga hums at you.

"Thanks, Toga, I’ll be back,” you said, finishing putting on an oversized black t-shirt and an old pair of crimson riot pajama pants before brushing back your wet hair. You ran out of the big house to try and catch up to Dabi; he couldn’t have gotten too far. The screen door smacked against the old wood as you walked down the front steps. The sun was setting, and the sun itself was being engulfed by the dark gray sky. There was little sunlight left, so you tried to scan the forest for any sign of where Dabi had gone. There were just miles and miles of trees in front of you, which had you discouraged until you saw blue flames in the distance that caused a disruption to all the birds in the area as you saw them take off flying into the sunset. As soon as you zoned into his location, you took off running towards him. He was only about a quarter of a mile away, and now that you were in the forest, you had hoped that he didn’t leave his current location, or else you had no hope of finding him again. After a few minutes of walking through the dark forest, you noticed a little shed that had a blue campfire out in front of it. You’d recognize those flames anywhere. You stepped closer to the shed and thought it would be fun to try and sneak up on him. You went into stealth mode and stepped slowly and quietly toward the shed when suddenly a large burnt-up hand descended into your peripherals, grabbing a hold of your face to cover your mouth. You didn’t panic, though; instead, you turned to Dabi and punched him playfully in the chest while bursting into a fit of laughter. 

“How do we always end up in this position, darling?” His voice was husky, and his laugh was even deeper. It had been months since he first captured you in the woods that night. You were putting up much more of a fight then, he thought. It's crazy how much he's grown to care about you in that short amount of time.

After your laughter dies down, you give him a more earnest look in the dim blue light. The fire was crackling, and one of the logs cracked before falling apart, and the woods went quiet. “He’s giving me to Overhaul,” your voice came out shaky, and it was the first time you really understood what that meant for you. It meant that you could die under his control. “I don’t want to go.” You feel like you were on the verge of tears.

“I know, he told me.” Dabi remains calm although it feels like he’s being ripped apart inside. He leans back against one of the trees behind him and looks up at the stars as he speaks again, “It’ll be okay. He said it’s only for a week. You’re much stronger than you think you are.” 

As you stand next to the fire, you feel small under his gaze. Dabi was so confident that you were going to be okay that you believed him. You crossed your arms and stared into the dancing blue flames, lost in thought. What were you doing here? Why did you come to see him? Was it because you were worried about him or because he is becoming a comfort for you? All of this was so confusing.

“Hey,” Dabi noticed the worried look on your face and pushed himself off the tree to step closer to you. “You’ll be okay. Shigaraki and I would never let anything bad happen to you,” he said, bending down a little to make sure you were looking at him. 

“Yeah, ok,” you inhaled deeply, “I trust you.” Your voice was above a whisper; you didn’t even mean to leave Shigaraki out. It’s not like you don’t trust him; you’re just still unsure. Dabi, however, felt better about you saying you trust him and not Shigaraki. It meant that he didn’t really stand a chance at winning your heart. “So,” you tried to change the subject to get your mind off of leaving, “what are you doing out here?” You look up at him and realize he’s actually standing pretty close to you now. 

“Come here,” he grabs your hand, and for the first time your palm is in his. His hand was still warm from lighting the fire. You wondered if his flames hurt him. It would explain his scarred skin, but you never wanted to pry. He guided you to the shed that you had noticed earlier. It was also very abandoned and weathered. It looks like it may have been white in the past, like the house, and probably doubled as a small green house. You then wondered about the types of people who lived there before and where they were now. Dabi dove under the broken wooden door frame that looked like it had been slowly falling apart for years. He then reached out and placed a palm on top of your head to guide you into the shed with him, making sure that you wouldn’t hit your head on the wooden plank above. Once you were inside, you moved the damp pieces of your hair that had become disheveled from Dabi out of your face so that you could look around. You were in awe at how many little blue flames you saw surrounding you. Dabi had lit candles atop the shelves and on the small rectangle tables that were in the middle of the shed; there were even some on the floor. The blue lighting was flickering and created a glow-like effect that bounced off the skylights. So it was used for a greenhouse, you thought. Everything was overgrown but so beautiful. There were wildflowers everywhere, and you couldn’t help but smile. You spun around and your eyes landed on Dabi, who was holding out a bright blue nemophila flower that had five petals and a baby blueish-white center. You beamed up at him and happily took the flower. It didn’t really smell like anything, but the liveliness of it made you happy. When you looked behind Dabi, you saw a small mattress on the ground that had a few articles of clothing on it that looked like they belonged to him.

“Is this where you’ve been sleeping? Why not in the house with us?” You lower the flower from your face, and suddenly the awe factor is gone.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Dabi sighs defeatedly. “I guess I just like being alone,” he mutters.

“Oh,” you say under your breath and turn around to face away from him.

"I cherished sharing a bed with you in the beginning," Dabi admits, causing your heart to skip a beat. You hoped he wouldn't be able to hear how loud your heart was beating for him. "I wish it wasn't so short-lived," he said bitterly.

He is standing there with both hands in his pockets when you turn around to face him once more. You feel bad about this. You can't help but feel like it's your fault for his defeated stance. 

“Me too,” your voice was a little above a whisper, suddenly nervous.

Dabi immediately perks up at this and makes long and fast strides over to you. You watch as he approaches you with a purpose he didn’t have moments ago. You didn’t know it, but you basically gave him the go-ahead. He wasn’t sure where you two had left off when he kissed you last. All he knew was that he craved you and needed you to touch him. You gulped loudly once he stopped just a few inches away from you, waiting to see if you would tell him no or not. You didn’t, though. He stared at you with a hunger, like he was a wolf and you were his prey. When your hip collided with the edge of one of the tables, you realized he'd cornered you. It didn't matter because you desired him just as much. You were staring up at him with dark eyes and heavy breaths. He pushed forward and grabbed your face again, but this time he was a little rougher than before. He passionately kissed you, making your knees go weak. Suddenly, his laps became more aggressive, and you heard needy growls coming from him. He then leaned down without disengaging your lips and picked you up from just below your ass to lift you up onto the table. Your hands were holding his face now, and as he continued kissing you roughly, you ran your hands into his hair and pulled it down slightly, eliciting a small moan from the man and causing his lips to part with yours. You bit your lip and looked down at him; he was already looking up at you with his brows knitted together in pleasure. With both of your hands, you pushed back his spiky hair and freed his forehead. He was so beautiful like this. His blue eyes were so bright and matched the flower he had given you earlier. His hands trailed up your thighs and reached your hips. At the base of your hips, he lifted your shirt slowly and rubbed tiny circles on your lower stomach. The action made your thighs squeeze together tightly. You kissed him once more.

“Dabi, can you touch me?” You beg softly in his ear.

“Of course, princess,” he finally lifts your shirt up and over your head. You weren't wearing a bra, so your breasts were exposed, and you felt a little self-conscious in his presence. It didn’t last for long; he kissed you gently before looking down at your body. The hand that was rubbing your lower stomach now moved up slowly, and you could feel the staples on his wrist rub against your skin, sending chills up your body. Your nipples hardening from his touch. His kisses started trailing down your neck while his hands started trailing up to your chest. You leaned back on your hands and exposed your neck to him. He kissed your neck and ran his tongue down your clavicle. His hand finally reached your right breast. Your breath shudders as he starts palming your breast, gently at first and then rougher and rougher. It was your turn to moan now, and it was like music to his ears. You swung your leg in between his legs and felt how hard he was for you. You wanted him now. 

“Dabi,” you whimper.

“What is it, baby?” He moves his head back up to nuzzle the crevice of your neck.

“Please, I need you,” you begged once more.

He kisses down your neck again, and this time he takes your nipple into his mouth and bites gently. You whimper, and he sucks the pain away. His hands run up your body, and he is grabbing at all parts of you, needy for more and more. He’ll take every part of you that you’ll give him. He goes for your pajama pants now; he cradles the back of your head and lays you down on the table to rip at your pants. You help him untie the strings and wiggle them off your hips. He whips them off and throws them toward the bed. He kisses your legs while maintaining eye contact with you. Your face was burning red; you wanted him so badly. He pawed at your inner thighs before his eyes landed on your already-soaked panties. He is so hard for you that he doesn’t know how much longer he can go without being inside you, but he wants to savor you just as badly. His fingers reach the soaked part of your panties and he starts applying pressure in small circles with his thumb. You reach back behind you for anything you can hold onto while you ride his thumb. There was nothing to grab onto, so you try to scoot back as much as you can to push yourself against him more. He notices this and wants to give you everything you want. He pushes your underwear aside and slides his middle and ring fingers up your slit, lubricating them with your juices before slowly sliding them both inside you. You gasped and bit your bottom lip to suppress a moan. 

“You’re so tight,” he groans, while pumping his fingers in and out of you while rubbing his thumb on your clit. His words come out like he’s in pain; you suppose maybe he is. Maybe it hurts for him to get so hard. You start thinking about whether or not his dick is scarred too. He brings his other hand back up to your breasts and flicks your nipple before running his hand down your naval again, applying pressure to your stomach as he goes. You arch your back, and he thinks this is a perfect time to bring his mouth down to your heat. He replaces his thumb with his tongue, and when you look down at him, you notice his tongue is pierced, causing a cold sensation to hit your clit. It felt incredible. 

“Good girl,” he says in between laps. 

This has made you feral. You needed more, so much more. You brought your hands back into the picture and grabbed his head, forcing him closer to your body as you rode his face. This time you didn’t suppress your moans. You were so close; he kept the pace for you as you focused on coming all over his face. Your thighs tightened around him, and you scrunched your legs up towards your body as you rode out your orgasm. After your climax, you laid back on the wooden table and tried to catch your breath as much as you could. Once a few seconds had passed, you sat up to look at him, and your eyes went wide in fear. 

“Oh my god, Dabi, I’m so sorry,” you crawl down the table to cradle his face. You had ripped out two of his facial staples on either side of his cheeks, and he had trails of blood going down his neck. He just smiled up at you, his face glistening, although you could see his face splitting. 

“Are you kidding me? It was so worth it,” he said, reaching up to his face to try and reattach the staples that had come undone. 

“Here, let me help.” You sweetly rubbed his face with your thumb, activating your quirk just enough to make the staples go back in place. 

Once you fixed his staples, you could feel him still staring at you. His lustful gaze is still fixed on your naked body. The butterflies in your stomach never fully went away. They lusted after something else—something more. You hop off the table, and for a second time that night, you take his hand; this time you guide him over to the mattress that is in the corner. He follows and lays down without question. You signal for him to take off his pants, and so he does. He unbuckled his chunky black belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles, ripping them off and throwing them into the same pile with your clothes. His dick isn't scarred; in fact, it's pretty and pink. To your surprise, though, it’s also pierced. He has a Jacob’s ladder with three bar piercings through the shaft. Ouch. You weren’t all that surprised, though, considering how many piercings Dabi has all over his body; you just hated that he was in pain all the time. 

As if Dabi read your mind, “I like pain,” he blurts nervously. 

You don’t say anything; just take his dick into your hand and start slowly jerking him off. He shudders and leans his head back. You notice that his jawline and Adam's apple are more prominent like this. He is so fucking hot, you think. You adjust your posture and lean in to take him in your mouth. The sudden switch causes him to whimper slightly. You stare at him as you suck up and down his shaft, and his whimpers cause you to tighten your thighs together once more. He finally looks at you, and he swears he’s going to come immediately with how soft and lewd you look. His aggressive instincts are being restrained. He wants so badly to just shove your head down and make you choke around him, but he doesn’t. You are his princess right now; he has to contain himself. As if you read his mind, you go further down and choke yourself around him, causing tears to fill your eyes. His eyebrows knit together in pleasure, and he can't take it anymore. He is about to come into your mouth, but he stops himself. 

“Lay on your back,” he demands, showing the most domineering behavior he ever has. You oblige and lay on the mattress as he asked. He finally takes his shirt off and leans over you. He is super toned, and his scars are all over his chest, filled with staples. You make a mental note to be more careful this time. He kisses you while wrapping his arms around yours, cradling you. He leans down and reaches out to grab his manhood. He runs himself up your slit. He whined when he realized you were still extremely wet for him. He moves his tip to your entrance and slowly pushes in, allowing you to adjust to him. You gasp again, taking in his size. His piercings were also cold, causing you to tighten around him. He moans as he goes deeper and deeper. Once you’ve taken him all the way, he pumps in and out again to really get you used to him. You look up into his eyes, and he’s already looking down into yours. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you more tightly before he starts humping into you at a quicker pace. You reach up to run your hands through his hair, which is now slicked across his forehead, so you push his hair back once more before bringing his forehead to yours. He slows his pace, and you notice he keeps edging himself. You push your forehead against his and move upwards to signal for him to switch positions. Without pulling out, he picks you up with him inside you and twists his body to sit on the mattress with you now on top of him. He really liked this angle; your breasts were now in his face, and he could watch himself go in and out of you. He takes both of your breasts into his hands and massages them both while you ride him. Back and forth, you rock on his dick. He was so deep inside you that it almost hurt. You quickened your pace, and the lewd look he gave you was to stop going so fast or he would come. Which is exactly what you wanted from him. You lowered yourself closer to his chest and kissed him before sitting back up. You lean back, put your hands on your ankles, and let your hips do the work. He grabbed your hips to keep you centered as you rode him, close to your orgasm. 

“Dabi, I’m going to come again,” you whine.

“Okay baby, come all over me,” he bites his lip to suppress his moans.

So you do, you come all over him again. As you slow your hips to ride out your orgasm, he grabs them to keep you close to him. He fucks up into you now, and you become overstimulated, but it feels so good.

“God, I want to come inside of you so fucking bad,” he whines with his eyes glued to yours. His whimpers make you give in.

“Come on, baby,” you bounce a little, forcing him over the edge, “come for me,” you call out to him, not getting off of him anyways, so he can’t not come inside of you. He moans loudly, and you feel his warm ropes filling you up as his dick twitches inside of you. 

You sit like this for a moment, and he reaches up to hug you with him still inside you. You wrap your arms around him and give into the closeness one last time before getting off of him. You crawl off of him, grab your clothes off the end of the bed, and throw him his. After getting dressed, you crawl back into bed and lay your head on his chest. You fell asleep so fast that you didn’t even realize it. He had pulled his blanket over the both of you and wrapped his arms around you, falling asleep soundly like he had that first night you joined the League. 

You had planned to sleep in your own room with Toga that night so that she could wake you up when it was time to go with the Hassaikai. Things didn’t go as planned, and you weren’t expecting to be woken up by none other than the leader of the league of villains himself.

“Do you know how long I’ve been walking around these woods aimlessly trying to find you idiots this morning?” Shigaraki was kneeling down in front of you two and angrily kicked Dabi’s foot to wake him. Dabi mumbled and slowly started waking up. Shigaraki’s giant nomu was posted for him at the door of the shed, and his huge googly eyes were peeking in. You sat straight up, wide-eyed, trying to remember where you were. “Get up; it’s time to meet with Overhaul,” he hisses. Oh, shit, this probably looks really bad. Dabi takes in what's happening and doesn’t say a word to his boss.

Before you could even apologize for oversleeping, having sex with Dabi, anything,  Shigaraki turned on his heel, looked back at you and Dabi through his mask, and sighed under his breath, “So you’ve chosen him,” he looks back toward his nomu before exiting the shed, “I should’ve known.” his voice now emotionless.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

About your tag # hot take: this was not a weird thing for him to say imo , can you elaborate on that? thx !

referring to my tags here

Basically, I don't think it's uncommon at all for marriages/very committed romantic relationships to "interfere" with someone's pre-existing friendships, and it especially wasn't 50 years ago. Society values monogamous romantic relationships above all others (save for blood ties, I guess), that's why we have an entire legal-religious institution to certify them; to act like they don't fundamentally matter in how people organize their lives, again especially 50 years ago, is naïve IMO.

I actually find it a bit strange when people imply the only reason Paul should be bothered by the space Yoko was taking up in John's life is because he wanted to be John's romantic/sexual partner.* I mean, it's possible, but John's reorienting toward Yoko was decidedly more than just switching whom he regularly slept with.

*funnily enough I feel like people often have to imply John never really loved Cyn to fully make sense of that theory. Which Is A Weird Take. Unless you're a JP-tinhat who thinks Paul was a "late bloomer" in which case: good on you for having a spicy take. Pls talk to me tbh.

Of course, John was already married before, but he was simultaneously very invested in strengthening his bond with all his band members, to an extent which would still be considered unconventional nowadays. But it seems like, once Yoko came into the picture, he was no longer nearly as continuously invested in this (at least as far as Paul could reasonably tell).

Pre-68, the Beatles + their partners and entourage were an oddly tight-knit group that shared an astounding amount of their lives together, a lot due to the isolation of fame, among other factors. Therefore, it's not unreasonable for Paul to compare his relationship with John to a marriage. We don't really have a word to accurately describe their relationship, although the fact they were actually legally tied to each other and "shared" all their songs makes it an apt analogy IMO.

And that's all without even going into the fact that JohnandYoko were not in the slightest a normal couple with normal levels of commitment.

[the-travelling-witch]

"here lies snowflake anon, killed by holly the witch after said witch brought to life an emotionally constipated japanese dragon with ties to the crime world. after that, a certain former harbinger went berserk." for the tomb, thx ♡

I DIDN'T REALISE I SENT THAT MANY ASKS DIAKSOMAODHW I FEEL BAD >0< i will keep this short then hshshshsh

1) yeah i know i might create a monster with that many kisses + gotta be ready after the hickies but hey that's what i'm here for for the indigo haired menace

2) if said menace wants affection he should just ask, i won't gatekeep hshshsh

3) since you have a hard time believing you entering your men's life was a blessing for them then ig we all shall make you a daily reminder for that cuz our beloved witch deserves any kind of love that exists in the world ^u^

also wanna leave you with an artist i found on tiktok that draws mostly about xiao and i think it's the sweetest (you will see why) ++ they share some tropes/hcs that are the same as mine for our beloved yaksha: pipiwuwu (ndr: had to search the name and almost lost my shit from laughing)

— ❄️

okay got it, i’ll remember that!! /silly also don’t worry, it’s all good, it’s my fault for letting them pile up ㅠㅠ

1) + 2) do you really think that idiot would ask for sth he wants and he would benefit from? no no, he has to make both of you struggle and then he’ll pretend he hates it but repay you tenfold

3) i mean it’s hard to believe in general but yesterday there was an added bonus of self doubt heaped onto the normal amount, so uhh idk it just doesn’t seem plausible (though i still think about it lots)

funnily enough, i already now that artist bc ofc their xiao content inevitably crossed my fyp and then just kept coming back jsjsh they make him so— *unidentifiable noises* i just want to hug him and shower him in love

[bearsprings]

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I tagged 3,043 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 116 characters

#gotta love that leafpool was literally the only female pov character w/ she-cat friends that weren't just her sister

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I already love Flamepaw. So much. His relationship with Baypaw and Lilyheart is just. chefs kiss, amazing, i love it so much.

We're getting some grandparent and grandkit content!! And the fact that he genuinely seems to see Baypaw as his brother.

asdfghjklkjhgdsa

And his relationship with Sparkpelt seems painfully relatable (minus the dead dad part, rip Larksong lol)

Prologue and first 3 chapters of River

51 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#4

nice hair king

51 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#3

just finished river

5 out of 5 gold doubloons, will be rereading later

anyways vomiting some thoughts

dont have much to say about sunbeam, defiantly the least interesting pov imo. blazefire is pretty cool, kinda hate his name tho

sunbeam and nightheart just hanging at the gathering before his third assessment and them just taking turns venting and sunbeam reassuring him that he was gonna pass was really nice :)

mf really failed his assessment twice lmao

lilyheart is so lovely <3333

the part with beetleheart being like "join the xenophobic dark side my lovely daughter <3" was interesting, excited to see were that goes

nightheart is so stupid and dumb and in dire need of love and attention. i jusrahfebdghfjfg

squirrelflight felt so ooc what the fuck. and?? crow and bramble never had a 'bond'???? they mildly disliked eachother for the entirety of tnp and then never spoke again.

i hope bramblestar is dying lol

not everyone collectively screaming when nightheart said he didnt like the name flameheart. love your new name queen <333

your telling me shellfur and fernstripe are in a relationship?? shellfur, son of the xenophobic power couple that is blossomfall and thornclaw, former avid supporter of imposter bramblestar, has a relationship with a windclan cat??? that just. feels. so weird.

fringewhisker and spireclaw, however, are going to live happily ever after and nothing bad will ever happen to them or i will cry :)

that five second long scene of jayfeather deciding to mildly annoy mothwing and kestralwing is just. perfect.

'eaten any good voles lately?' had my giggling a Normal Amount.

rip those old people btw

might read mistystar's omen to grasp at some mothwing and mistystar content, mothwing mourning for about five minutes was very enjoyable to read

riverclan really just ran to all the clans and went "has our deputy been trespassing on your territory? no? ahahahaha alright thx bby 🥰"

riverclan is in shambles and i love it

the way that starclan (if its starclan?? feels real unstarclanlike rn) communicates with frostpaw is so cool. i imagine this is kinda what starclan was like for medicine cats in the first arc, very much enjoying it

curlfeather :(((((

the "keep riverclan safe, and trust no cat" and the description of curlfeather screaming in agony as the dogs practically ate her was. Mildly Horrifying.

god is already destroying frostpaws mental health bit by bit, poor lady is so stressed :(

107 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#2

2/3 OF OUR MAIN PROTAGONISTS FOR A STARLESS CLAN ARE FATHERLESS AND FLAMEPAW HAS MAJOR MOMMY ISSUES. I FIND THIS FAR TO FUNNY.

153 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

dude i love mothwing but i just. fucking hate how shes boiled down to "gay little medicine cat" bc she is. so interesting!!!!! her relationship with her brother, with mistyfoot, with her mother and the fact that shes part of the tigerstar bloodline, with the god that she believes abandoned her, how strange it must have been to watch willowshine grow up worshipping that god, to have everyone around her shame her for not believing in something that does not care for her or anyone that shares her blood, if hawkfrost is any indication. she is just........ ajdfhefihifl interesting kitty cat that is honestly more interesting if you look past her whole thing with leafpool .

609 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

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[corroded-coffin]

ok besties we finished so here's my thoughts on episodes 6-8 + overall and whatever

episode 6:

i know that's likely the whole point but oh my god i hated looking at the vault 4 overseer's face. i would like that to not continue in the future seasons. thx.

ok we got... NCR remnants?? in this vault? new vegas music intensifies???????

you guuuys he's really a good guy underneath it all, look, 200 years ago he cared about his dog!

max's lack of sex ed is KILLING me and i for one hope the lucy/max fic writers of the world are exploring this in appropriately bizarre and uncomfortable way

YOU WANNA MAKE MY COCK EXPLODE RIGHT NOW?????

the video of the lady giving birth to the gulpers(???) that then fucking started eating her is actual nightmare fuel. i hated that so fucking much. 0/10 please god no 🤮

episode 7:

oh hi there, ranger helmets/dusters!

lmao it could just be because i've seen that movie 500 fucking times, but the whole scene with the lead farmers reminded me so much of the opening scene from inglourious basterds

“that’s just a dirty word they use to describe people who aren’t insane.” full body cringe. sorry girl. i support u tho.

i really didn't get the plot of vault 4 but ok.

maximus spent the whole time watching a waterfall on loop and one song. neurodivergent win

DJ carl you will never be three dog or mr new vegas 😔 you can be travis miles if you want

???????????????????????????????????? what the hell did dr. chickenfuck give thaddeus??? why are ghouls just fuckin wolverine now???? i don't understand this lore. iirc aren't ghouls generally more fragile to everything that isn't radiation? huge amounts of radiation is healing to them, but just... existing ???

the terminal hacking easter egg made me giggle, i'm glad we got that. so silly

episode 8:

yay diversity win: this non-binary BoS side character is alive!! :)

i've been wondering this the whole time but why is the brotherhood catholic lol

quintus you're weird. since when did the brotherhood rule the wasteland. ok bud lol

...ok bud!

corporate managers should not be allowed to do anything much less take over the world, my god

moldaver/rose is the real ship of this show, i think. that's why kyle's so mad, right? wife's gay AND a wastelander. bit weird to keep your ghoulfriend alive for that long tho.

BUD BRAIN ROOMBA

oh shit it's him. Mr Home

yeah i do not like any of the stuff with the execs/corporations being behind the scenes and controlling the bombs dropping and being aware of this shit the whole time. silly and dumb.

other people have said it too but sucks that the biggest black woman character in the show ends up being Evil Capitalist Mastermind

wAr NeVeR cHaNgEs

dammit hank i thought u were a good dad instead you're a corporate SHILL!!!!!!!!!

lucy you belong in BG3 not fallout those are the saddest wettest eyes in the world. i love u girl

DAMMIT HANK

yay diversity win: this non-binary BoS side character is STILL alive!! :)

oh... ok. well. that sucks max. my poor bb.

DEATHCLAW! NEW VEGAS! WOWIE

overall... i don't know! there were things i liked, namely the production design which was incredible. i'm definitely going to watch season 2 and i do think *some* of the backlash from fans has been a little overblown, but expecting fallout fans to be normal about lore changes is a losing game LMAO. we're uh... intense. a little. we've been burned, um, a little. just a bit.

i just watched tim cain's review of the series as well, and i do hope that vault-tec didn't *actually* drop the bombs. it makes no sense - why would barb knowingly drop the bombs while her daughter + husband are out at a birthday party??

i DID like that the NCR aren't completely gone bc that made no sense to me... except now i guess they are gone :|

anyway, if nothing else i'm glad that this seems to have awakened all of the dormant fnv fans out there and i hope that this side of fandom picks up more steam. i largely fell off of fallout fandom when it all became fallout 4-centric because that game just... didn't grip me like 3 and NV did. and i hope it brings new people into the franchise and the fandom as well!

i wonder what other existing canon characters will be brought into season 2, if any. new vegas has so many characters i just adore that i'm not sure if i want them to get the tv treatment or not yet!

ok if you read this far thank you i love you BYE

decided to start the fallout tv series despite being a No Good Bitter Angry New Vegas Stan (tm), so making this post of my assorted thoughts as i go

(spoilers below)

episode 1:

watched this last night so i'm probably gonna miss stuff/it will all be out of order

oh shit kyle maclachlan is here! bless

the signing your name in the lining of the hand-me-down wedding dress bit cracked me up

why did her geiger counter only start going haywire after they'd fucked??? why are they giving off *that* much radiation??? LOL

was it unclear to anyone else why maximus was getting bullied. is he just supposed to be a loser or is it because he's an outsider not born into it or whatever

diversity win! the BoS respects pronouns!

never mind why are we branding people

specifically, why are we branding a black guy? was this important to add to the brotherhood lore??? ??????

(points at power armor) LOOK GUYS IT'S JOHN FALLOUT!!!!

the BoS being just like, in a rando military base outdoors felt weird too, but idk! i guess they didn't want all of their main characters to live underground

speaking of, why was the ghoul just... buried lol

spent most of last night randomly saying A FERAL GHOUL CAN'T ABIDE NO CHICKEN...... googled it, that's not even the exact quote. i fully do not care. feral ghoul can't abide no chicken

while i'm sure walton ghoulgins will be my fav character (ghouls almost always are), god he is BARELY a ghoul!!! no voice changes and he's... so smooth. a literal smoothskin. they dewalted my white.

okie dokie!

[chansmovingcastle]

[99yikes]

what made you interested in yuutafushi? Just curious! also I would love some content about megumi crushing in yuuta before they got together. 👉🏻👈🏻 art or headcanons!

"okkotsu-senpai isn't here, but he's the only one i can openly respect."

^^ that was basically it for me!! i think another factor was probably that i caught up to the manga right when yuuta had first returned, so whenever he would name drop tsumiki for megumi's sake, i'd be like, "aw 🥺 concerned bf mode activated 🥺🥺🥺" skdjskdjdj

but omg pre-slash yuutafushiii TvT i do have some thoughts about this! (i wish i had art for it, but ;; maybe someday...)

ever since 0.5 came out, i've had this hc that megumi was super cold and indifferent towards yuuta until it was clear that he WOULDN'T be leaving jujutsu high after dispelling rika. then he gets clingy.

megumi crushing isn't really blatant flirting as much as it's him acting like a totally normal, friendly teen (before he realizes it), or even a blushing, standoffish mess (after he realizes it). but only in front of yuuta. nobody else gets special treatment.

before he realizes he has a crush, his bias for yuuta over the other 3 then-first years is really loud. he always wants to train together one-on-one, he follows yuuta around like a lost puppy, offers up his phone number and keeps up with yuuta even when he's not on campus, shares his gum while denying anyone else that asks for a piece, compliments yuuta for doing things he'd complain about if anyone else did it -- he's just so obvious idek.

when it finally comes out that yuuta is getting sent abroad for an indefinite amount of time, megumi feels this, like...resigned sense of anger? bc of course yuuta is leaving, everyone always leaves. it just sucks more this time around bc he actually likes yuuta...a lot...u might even say he like likes yuuta...

(cue gumi's "oh." moment 😔)

after megumi realizes he has a crush, he clams up. he cannot maintain eye contact with yuuta, avoids him like the plague, gets really short with him when they do have to talk bc he's afraid of exposing himself any further and he's also terrified of being too attached to someone who's only gonna wind up being absent when he needs them (he's done enough of that in his life, thx).

(poor oblivious yuuta on the other end of things, getting thrown for a loop and he doesn't even know why 😔 and right before he leaves too? bro 💔)

megumi is still down bad though. his gaze and his thoughts always linger on yuuta. he thought it would get easier once yuuta left, but yuuta lives in his head rent free. anytime the now-second years bring him up, he just misses him more. it's so much easier to talk to yuuta about things that weigh on him or things he enjoys or things he doesn't understand -- these days he just bottles everything up bc otherwise he runs the risk of being teased 😭😭😭

in a perfect world where shibuya and the culling games don't happen, yuuta would return and megumi would immediately throw himself at yuuta bc, as they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder and megumi is really really fond and really really tired of there being a distance between them.

in canonverse, megumi can't help but cling to yuuta once he returns. like, after everything? he NEEDS someone to cling to 😭 it's just that they're constantly being split up...and they're on a time limit...and everything is happening in rapid succession...there's no time for anything to really happen between them..................unless? 👀

[rotshop]

Heyo ✌🏻! ik know this request can be kinda wierd but...How would the madcom main trio + (anyone you'd like to add) react to a Half-dragon!reader who can actually transforms into a dragon when angry? thx! ~🦉anon

dw its not weird!!! /gen its a rlly neat idea and i am looking so intently,,,also i hope u dont mind i just went w/ tha main trio wyduesdc,,

theres a good title right here i promise

Hank

-this man is so so curious about you its insane. the amount of time you'll just be sitting down reading or watching something and he'll just. come up behind you and quietly ask permission before he jut like. traces your wings / horns really carefully

-he still wont ever like. FIGHT fight with you but he kinda likes to just see what you can do??? if you seem kinda clueless or lost in that field then he definitely tries to help (please consider ; his calloused hands over your own while he readjusts your grip on some weapon, the little pleased hum and quick compliment he gives when you get it right) you out. also if you ever kinda like. headbutt him or something bc of your horns during these he just laughs and its rlly nice :]

-messes with ur claws a lot too, whenever u guys hold hands its a guarantee that he's gonna fidget with them a little. he just thinks they are Neat. also he's like sheriff (/derogatory) in the way that he kinda blanks whenever he sees your sharp teeth. if you ever kind of. use them in fights against grunts or agents he just stares. it makes him go head empty no thoughts

-unfortunately it is VERY hard to carry him when flying so you don't really get that option unless ur pissed :[

-SPEAKING OF, whenever he sees you shift during missions or something he does his best to give you a little space so you don't have to worry abt accidentally hitting him. also he thinks you're fucking legendary with how you can rip and tear through enemies

-after the fights over tho he'll usually just kinda place his hands on either side of your face and lean his forehead against you to try and calm you back down

Deimos

-fire starter x fire starter what could go wrong!!! <33333 you breathe little huffs of smoke whenever you're upset and sometimes he'll just imitate you with his own smoke lmao

-also very very curious about all ur nonhuman features !! he likes messing with your wings a lot whenever you two cuddle and he'll just kinda. 'does this hurt / can you feel it???' as he messes w/ em. does the same thing with ur horns too (if urs are able to like. shed and regrow then mercy on him because he'll just be like. pulling on em a lil out of curiousity when its around shedding time and they'll just. snap off. you can see all the blood leave his face. IMMEDIATELY starts panicking and freaking out,,,pls reassure him you aren't in pain and that this is normal he's GOING To start crying if you dont)

-luckily for u!! it's a little easier for you to carry him around than with hank. really loves it when you do it even tho he was super scared at first you were gonna drop him. sometimes u'll just kinda be. flying home from a mission or sumn and he'll just fall asleep laying on ur back because he feels so at peace,,

-ur claws scare him a little bit tbh BUT,,he relates to the sharp teeth thing, you shake hands on it :] . but also he kind of. chuckles a little when you guys kiss sometimes because he's still not super used to someone other than him having sharp teeth like him

-n e ways!! whnever you shift he admittedly gets pretty nervous abt it,,he'll steer clear too just to be sure but the entire time he's fighting other agents his gaze keeps flicking over to you. he just!! really worries abt u :[ but also he is impressed by ur ability to turn agents to dust and stains in seconds it makes him go 'awooga' under his concerns lol

-whenever its over he always just come over to you and does that gentle little 'hey, hey' before holding ur face in his hands. most times it ends with you resting your head on his lap while he kinda. pets you and reassures you everythings alright and that ur both safe and fine until you feel properly calm enough to go back to ur normal form. he gets a little emo abt it because he genuinely does worry so much abt u pushing yourself too far or someone doing serious damage to you that you couldn't take if you were to shift back

Sanford

-he gets deimos' and sheriff's 'people who can crush me' thing a lot more after he meets you lol. like. at first you might not be super intimidating but after the first few times he sees you fight?? he's gone. done for. 110%.

-admires u all the time, you'll just be chilling or maybe you're talking to deimos about something and the entire time he's jut off to the side with a little smile on his face. if someone points it out to him he just kinda goes blank and gives some really weak excuse, awkwardly stuck between his normal tough facade and relaxing a little.

-you two are a fucking MENACE when you're put together on missions. you both clear through rooms way too fast its crazy, what the fuck is an agent supposed to do when some half-dragon is charging at it with bared teeth and claws while their boyfriend chokes out one of his co-workers while shooting another. what the fuck.

-also traces ur features a lot but he usually only really does it when he thinks ur asleep. he's a little too embarassed to ask if he can touch them when ur awake so he resigns to very carefully brushing his hands over your tail and horns. (if you have any scratches or dents in your horns though he totally asks about them and the stories behind em, he's just rlly curious abt you in general and like. who in their right mind would pass up an opportunity to hear abt their sick-ass dragon s/o about a possible fight they won???)

-but also he gets nervous whenever you shift too. he's afraid of you getting hurt or the possible emotional tolls that it has on you mentally and he brings it up to you sometime after the first few shifts he sees. he's just real concerned about you :[

-very similar to deimos in how he comforts you, he doesn't like leaving unless you've calmed back down, both because he wants to make sure there's no real wounds on you and because he doesn't wanna risk any other agents seeing you and trying their luck. if you're exhausted afterwards then he'll usually carry you, mumbles little words of assurance and praise to you while he does so