#and either way it also makes him very uncomfortable and disgusted unless if hes In Control and hurting the other person

[cadaverjuices]

sane/insane

cast; hunter [he/him], septimus [he/him] word count - 3202 CWs// violence, blood, animal harm metaphors, religious themes, emeto, self harm stuff whump specific; BBU/pet whump, intimate whumper/carewhumper, whumpee is in love with whumper and vice versa, transman whumpee, gay whumper, and a female whumper is mentioned.

summary;

the overlap between predator and prey, what each does to quell traumas bygone.

A/N - originally two different short stories i wrote!! featuring worlds most fucked up rabbit boy hunter, and septimus. who multiclasses as a whumper/whumpee/caretaker because hes special [specially traumatized].

hunter stared as the blood ran down the drain, his body feeling faint, his consciousness feeling foggy like he was underwater- and even as the tap blares a loud sound as rushing water runs through it, he can’t focus on it, it becomes an inaudible buzzing in the back of his mind, muffled by the screaming of his body.

there's not much to be said about what he felt.

he felt scared, disgusted to the core.

he wanted to cry, scream, run away, but he stood still, staring absentmindedly at the blood being washed off of him, pouring down in a reddish-pinkish hue, pain searing all the way through his body.

how did they get to this?

why- like moth to flame, is he like this?

and as he coughs again, gagging a disgustingly wet and rancid sound as more blood pours out, he felt himself cry, a weary smile on his face, tears prickling at the edge of his eyes and pouring down.

it’s not the physical pain that hurt, but the images that haunted his mind.

septimus-

'gather yourself,' hunter tells himself, hand grasping his leg, his shoulder feels sticky, wet skin against a wet tile wall, 'what's going on?' he asks his own dazed, dizzy mind.

he’d been hurt again.

well, that one was obvious, wasn't it?

devoured like some sort of prey animal, he could feel the deep gash wounds scream in pain; twisting, churning like the waves of a deep red ocean, screaming for some sort of relief.

but it doesn’t come, it never does, no matter how far hunter thinks he gets in his 'journey', he is always back there again.

hurt and broken and on fire, no matter how good hunter feels in one moment, the next he feels just as empty, just as depressed as before, in need of that 'fix' again.

always the same, always the exact same empty feeling, the same depression, the same gnawing deep need for what he knows will set him free, and always... the same relief he gets from his 'fix', being hurt.

always the same relief he gets when he starts to boil with self-hate, bubbling out of him and showing its ugly face to all those around him, all those whom he should care about and should find comfort in, when they leave him.

alone again, pretty?

an echo of a memory within his mind, loving affectionate voice, juxtaposed with a face he knew did not mean well.

and then, it's always the same person- or same kind of person, that he always gets that final relief, that final comfort from, a twisted, dark, and sick kind of comfort, a disgusting kind, an impure kind.

septimus.

tall, beautiful septimus. looks of an angel, hands of a devil, he denies it every time. saying he's not worthy of that moniker, calling himself twisted and impure- it only convinces hunter more. scars on his back, yellow eyes like a cat at night, and black hair with yellow streaks, he always smiles like he's getting a twisted joy out of everything, as if he doesn't deserve it.

hunter’s fallen angel.

perhaps if it was someone else hunter would have to ask himself where he was, but he knew. nobody had quite the decoration like his septimus. holes in the wall, dust flies about glittering in the yellowed flickering lights, he sees discarded cigarettes and broken trash, there's some mysterious grime in the corners of the bathroom that he was being careful to not touch and of course- the piece de resistance.

blood covers from here to fro, hunter was far from the only bloody thing in this house he was sure.

he always has wondered, where does that blood come from? as far as he knows septimus doesn't really have any friends, with or without quotations.

when he feels a hand from behind rest upon his shoulder, he knows he's right.

from the corner of his eye, he sees him kneel, a hand squirms its way under his chin and sets itself upon his cheek, he burrows into it as he's pulled to look at the man himself.

septimus.

on him there is blood, his clothes are frazzled, hunter sees the parts where his hands were probably just pulling at, and in septimus' hands, he holds a bloody sheet.

a gentle voice, “don’t go ruining this place again, hunter.” it speaks, smooth, soft, and yet unsettling; a coldness creeps in like a morning breeze, so gentle, but hunter feels himself freeze in fear at it, like a rabbit caught by a hawk, he's smiling at hunter, a thumb caresses his cheek, in his eyes, hunter sees the unimaginable adoration he holds for hunter, a sick kind of love.

his voice turns mockingly upset, “you know i can’t keep on cleaning up after your mess, you just need to be still and nothing like what happened last time will happen again.” it says, so chillingly sweet, like a toxin making it way into hunters gut, making him shake, he feels lips against his other cheek, a kiss.

“come on, answer me.” he says, voice lower, tightening jaw and a hand tightening on his neck, nails prickling at his skin like knives, threatening to tear in at any second.

he doesn't think septimus is aware of it, even, as his brows furrow- desperation, hunter has seen it a thousand times before.

just as broken as the other, just as desperate for affection and approval as the other.

it's frankly pathetic; for both of them.

hunter nods slowly, half-lidded and exhausted, feeling the pressure release from his neck, and sees as septimus goes to stand up over him, “good.” a breathy, disgustingly cheery voice says, a short laugh, breathy, “good, yeah, good.” and hunter is pulled up, feeling himself stand on shaky legs, held lovingly like fragile glass, but nails dig into his skin like rodent caught by bird.

hunter takes a shaky, painful breath, and leans away from the blood puddle from where he sat, being pulled away firmly; gently by septimus, feeling how he clings onto him, grasping him, squeezing him just slightly enough that he can feel the stinging of the gashes at being pulled at, he slowly looks up into the mirror, seeing himself, bloodied and torn apart like wet tissue paper, and septimus behind him, a crescent, crude smile on his lips, eyes staring back at hunter, poking at hunters skin, pulling at the skin, opening up those wounds he himself tore into hunter, there is a sense of pride he shouldn't perhaps have.

artist and his work?

a hand slowly travels up and grabs hunter's face, this hand more covered in blood than the last- he shivers at the wet feeling the blood gives on his skin, feeling sick as he feels himself tense up, but he stays still, nails gently poking at his skin as septimus twists his face to look at him.

“hunter.” he asks, a quiet and smooth voice, nose against his, his thumb caresses hunters face slowly, “you know i love you right? that this is out of love, right?” and, as hunter breathes slowly, shakily… a little smile creeps on his face.

the fix.

cure for his sickness, he lets himself be covered in worse disease, a shaky, weak breath from him- it's an intoxicating feeling.

“of course.” he says, septimus stares at his face for a second longer, absorbing the moment fully, a gentle kiss onto hunter’s bloodied lips, and he backs away, letting hunter go, his tone suddenly shifts, colder, disinterested. in his eyes, hunter sees how he stares off into nothing yet again, always only focusing on the candle as it's burning, moth to flame alike.

“i’ll go call that doctor guy for you, you seem to have had enough of me now.” he mumbles, "you'll be fine in here yourself, right?" he asks, eyes digging through hunter, seemingly looking through him. hunter nods and then watches as his beloved fallen angel goes out of the bathroom, leaving hunter alone.

rabbits are not supposed to love hawks.

hunter stands, feeling himself wave from side to side as he stands, and then starts to cry, there's an exhausted smile on his face as he slides down.

it hurts, oh it always does.

it hurts so damn much, and yet he can’t stop coming here- and no matter how hurt he is, no matter how much pain he feels, no matter how broken he gets, it's still never enough is it?

he still returns to him, or others. he still comes back to be broken, torn apart.

and god, each time after- through the bewitching words septimus weaves, like blades through his skin, he’s always left feeling as if nobody will ever truly care for him that way again, obsessive sick love.

he doesn't know what septimus would do if he told him how much he adores him.

he doesn't know how he would bear with never seeing the worst of his coping mechanisms ever again.

but it's the only thing that keeps him feeling sane.

lower than dirt, lower than worms, there he is.

it’s not that he didn’t love hunter, oh he loved him. but an animal untrained is unrestrained in its behaviour.

a sharp beak picks apart fine rabbit bones, it’s instinct. it’s all he knows.

affection is something that cannot be afforded to morons, where his hands trace only bruises are left- his existence was bloody destruction, tearing apart the things he wishes he could care for whenever he is left without a muzzle around his head.

restraint was not something that he was ever taught. joy was not a privilege an animal like him deserved.

every feeling of joy, affection, and love was counteracted by a feeling of anger, disgust, and most of all; hatred. hatred for hunter for instilling the feelings of sin within him, a hatred for himself for daring to feel that way, a hatred for what was lost, what was never given, and what he cannot do.

contradiction was something he knew very well. the contradiction of being desired yet never loved, the contradiction of wanting love but not being able to give it, of being trained like a refined pet and yet rabid like a feral dog.

the things he would do to fix himself. pull out teeth, rip out nails, but nothing could ever kill the filth that was weaved finely into his entire being, a silk of only the worst he could do, never anything good coming out of him.

oh, it wasn’t that he hated hunter, no. it was that he hated himself.

to have someone who still accepted him was something he hated, something he wished would not happen, he curses anyone who forgives his sin. but he still never refuses it; a feeling of being starved, he longs for someone to treat him normally. but he can't treat anyone normally himself, the hands of a sinner. bubbling up.

it always ends the same.

bloody hands, bloody apartment, the taste of regret at the back of his throat and yet intoxication at the only affection he could afford. bloody love, the sign of the heathen he was always meant to be. created to hurt, created to suffer, created to destroy.

he wasn’t human anymore, he was something else by now he was sure of. sins pile up and twist one's form. maybe he never was one.

hunter didn’t- hunter did not come to him for love. no, he came for… other reasons to be sure, but septimus didn’t mind being used, even pain and fear, tears rolling off one’s face, could feel like being loved after being starved of it, he knew that very well himself.

so when he was asked not to tear, not to hurt, but to restrain himself, he was… anxious, afraid.

sweetness from each kiss hunter gave him, he didn't know how to reciprocate that, his hands wrap around hunters wrists, loosely as to not make him bleed as he always does.

refreshing intoxication emanates from hunter as his warmth does, to be so gentle with a monster was a virtue he was so jealous of.

disgust builds up at the back of his throat.

rotted bile, rotted mind, rotted morals.

unreciprocative trash

hunters voice was quiet, painfully kind as he speaks, “septimus?” he mumbles, and even though he doesn't answer hunter continues, “this… this might be really out of nowhere, i’m sorry..” he whispers, and as septimus hears the way that hunters voice gets choked up he wishes, he could tear flesh from bone, his throat hurting as if a ball were stuck in it, constricting flesh around the obstruction.

constricting hatred around the obstruction.

“i just- i... i like this, i think” he said, and the bile growing in the back of his throat couldn’t be more distracting, this wasn’t right and it wasn’t something that should happen “i like us, i love us like this-” and before he finishes the sentence septimus steps away.

he hated this. he hated himself for the way he acted, when he leaves he doesn’t say a word.

he almost wants to laugh at the irony of it all, something once so holy, so pure- now twisted.

wingless angel, the means he would go to so that he could feel human. but he still wasn’t one despite it all, even when tearing feathers from flesh, flesh from bone, his wings removed from his body by his own hands, he only turned into a monster. a snarling rabid beast.

the memory of hunter running his hands along the scars on his back crosses his mind. 'how did this happen?' the rabbit asks, he had never answered, it's not that hunter wouldn't understand, more than anyone else he would, but it's that he still felt shame- he still wanted to be more than...

more than a pet bird.

he had seen a beautiful girl once; from afar, a long time ago, rabbit ears on her head, a tail behind. hair and fur like acorn brown silk, soft and warm, eyes deep, dark shades of a midnight hue of brown.

and just when he finds himself starting to get lost in them, he feels his mistress' heels click on the floor, and he stands upright again, looking to her with a practised 'loving' smile, but his eyes were empty as he stares at the woman.

she runs hands along the white dove-like wings he once had, that he swears he can still feel burning in pain, and he tells her every sweet nothing she wants to hear.

his mistress.

he was below even a doormat.

today that beautiful 'girl' had sat before him again, now a boy he feels hopelessly in love (?) with. his hair and eyes as beautiful as he remembers, now close he can look at every freckle on his face, like stars to the dark sky in his eyes, he has piercings and tattoos now, and on his body septimus could trace a thousand scars with a thousand stories.

some like his, some by him, some for other reasons.

but he can't take what he dishes, unending adoration, unconditional love- from him, sick and twisted, but from him... like sun rays kissing his skin.

the scars on his back burn.

vomit sits below his face, cast out like the feelings he was not worthy of, that he didn’t deserve to experience. the disgusting taste covers his mouth, and the acid makes his throat burn, he lets out a groan as he stares at it in disgust for a few seconds before going to wash his face.

cold water makes his face numb, but he still feels the nails he drags across his face.

he hates how his body rejects normality.

but no matter how much hate he bears, no matter the tears he sheds, no matter the blood he draws out of himself, it’s never enough to cleanse him of that instinct to destroy; to hurt.

there's a knock at the door as he bites into the skin of his arm, hunter’s voice rings out, “are you okay?” he asks, distress in his voice, “i heard gagging?” and septimus only glares at the door as he doesn't answer, a familiar liquid warmth running down his arm, iron taste in his mouth.

then, there’s a long silence, a silence where septimus feels the way tears try and pour out of his face, and how his breathing tightens further, choking silently with his hatred of himself, his weakness, silently suffocating any of the tears that he may have shed.

“i…” the voice is quiet, septimus thinks that hunter is leaning against the door now with how his voice is muffled, “i’m worried. i.... care about you, okay?" a pause, he cringes at it, he feels like hes being lied to- that's why there's that pause, if it were truth it would simply come out, "can you let me in?” he asks, and septimus feels the shaky breath he lets out, panic makes his skin feel as if pins dig into it, he hits the wall with his uninjured fist.

a nervous smile crawls onto his face as he feels his chest rise and fall faster and faster, “and i don’t. only love you for the blood you spill, fucking leave.” he says a fearful chuckle escaping him.

his body burns with adrenaline. fear, anxiety, and hatred, all in one disgusting mixed concoction. he hears the slow- and then fast footsteps as hunter walks away, the closing of the door, and when he does he pulls his head back slowly and suddenly, harshly, bangs it against the door.

surely, it was hard enough to leave a bruise.

and as the pain on his head pulses he slumps down, his tears and hyperventilated breaths finally coming out, like a waterfall, a wash of relief over him, the stabbing of hatred and guilt piercing his heart.

and then he hits his head against the door again. and again. and again. and he continues doing so until his breathing calms down.

unholy mind and body joined together, the twisting of a dove, the beast he is now doesn't deserve love like what hunter wishes to give him- it’s better to hurt himself than to let him ‘love’. put your hands inside the cage and you know what you’re gonna get, to get your fingers torn from that is a question of one’s own stupidity, a stupidity that was like a grace to him, but to open the cage was too reckless, even the beast knew that.

the hunger for what he doesn’t deserve makes him feel almost insane, despite his knowledge that he only feeds and does not reciprocate.

regret does make him feel insane, however.

the knowledge he hurt hunter is something he's not surprised by at all, and yet still wishes would not happen, but beak and claws do not love like mouths and hands, an animal like him just wasn’t made for love.

you cannot do something over and over and expect a different result.

you cannot do something over and over and expect a different result.

[elixrr]

ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ! ☆ ʜᴏʏᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɴ¡

ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

ꜰᴛ: Xiao, Wriothesley, Lyney, Dan Heng, Argenti, Blade.

ꜱʏɴᴘᴏꜱɪꜱ: Headcanons about their cuddles with you!

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I considered adding Alhaitham into the mix, but I figured that I didn't know his character well enough for his part to be accurate and good. Apologies to all of the Alhaitham fans! Also, new format for my fanfiction posts, inspired by many creators! (Namely iheartganyu)

ᴘꜱ: pretty little spoiler warning if you haven't caught up with anything in either game 😭😭

✰ xiao ✰

— An adeptus of Liyue, the Vigilant Yaksha. It's easy to guess that cuddles with him are rare. Mostly due to his job, but he's too... awkward. Xiao has been touch-starved for the great majority of his life, so it's easy to assume that he's inexperienced, much to his dismay.

Don't get me wrong. He'd love to cuddle more often, but— while inexperience is one part of it, Xiao is ultimately insecure. He strongly believes that he's tainted. He believes that he's a disgusting, vile creature that lives only to slaughter, but he thinks of you as an angel. Xiao thinks that too many cuddles would taint you, alongside the fact that he worries about his Karmic Debt situation.

Nevertheless, when you do convince him to cuddle with you, he'll be awkward at first; hesitant to put his arm here, overthinking how he put his hand there, etc., etc. He doesn't emit much body warmth, but he finds you to be really cozy and warm to the touch, thus finding comfort in the closeness once he moves past the insecurities and hesitation. By the way, unless you like to initiate and contribute to conversations, most of the cuddles will be in comfortable silence, excluding the occasional comment about the scenery or compliments about each other.

Xiao would cuddle on the condition that it's in a secluded area and nobody else is present except for you and him. He'd prefer to book a bedroom at Wangshu Inn, but if not, then he'd prefer to cuddle on the rooftop of the inn, late at night when the stars shine from the heaven-blessed galaxies, the subtle natural light kissing your features to give him a little bit of an extra view. He doesn't think too much about how he looks to you, but he could only hope that he's at least bearable to look at. (Which he very much is.)

☆ wriothesley ☆

— He's so touchy and extra cuddly that sometimes that extra cuddly can be too extra, resulting in a near impossible mission to get out of bed in time for you to even get ready. Wriothesley loves holding you close to him. You're his love, and so he wants to treat you like it, but sometimes cuddles can transform into something a little bit more than just a cozy night, wrapping one's arms around the other.

Speaking of, good luck to you if you prefer being the big spoon, because you can't be the big spoon anymore. Wriothesley will always be the one to hold you, always the one to just wrap his arms around you and cherish you like never before. As previously mentioned, you're his lover, and he wants to treat you like it! Wriothesley wants to make you feel special, like you're the most important person in his life, so he'll do his best to give you that.

Also, I feel as though he'd whisper to you a lot. Even if there's no need to be quiet, he finds it intimate to just lean in and whisper compliments in your ear while holding you close. It doesn't matter what situation you're in; it doesn't matter where you guys are, even if you're talking about your day or the constellations in the skies above, he'll interrupt you, lean in close and just say something about your eyes, maybe your clothes, but preferably your lips.

Wriothesley would also love kissing you at random whenever you cuddle. Not to say he doesn't already do that outside of cuddles, but it's just, to him, you look amazing. You look cute, and why wouldn't he kiss you when you're his gracious lover? He hopes that he doesn't go overboard and accidentally make you uncomfortable, but at the same time, he knows you enjoy it— that smile on your face every time he pecks a kiss on your nose or cheek tells him everything he needs to know.

Before I forget, he doesn't prefer cuddles during any time of the day, but given his job, it's mainly during his afternoon tea breaks, and 100% at night in bed with you. To be honest, if he could, he'd take a full day off just to hold you tight and spend the day with you, wrapped like burritos in a blanket and sipping the day away with refreshments and love.

Some day, he might as well do just that.

☆ lyney ☆

— If it weren't for his job as a magician and as part of the fatui, he wouldn't let go of you. When Lyney can, he clings to you like a lost child who had finally found their parent in a big city. He holds your waist with one hand and performs little magic tricks with the other to impress you. Lyney's a very clingy, touchy lover.

When cuddling, he loves getting super close to the point where there's almost no space between the two of you. But on the occasion, he'll snuggle so close that it's basically just a tight hug—the only difference is that you're both lying down. The only times he isn't super, mega close to you, is when he's making rainbow roses appear randomly around your body. Most of the time, it's all fun and innocent, but other times, Lyney enjoys the look on your face when he does something quite bold.

Also, Lyney's very talkative while cuddling. Even in moments of relaxation, he'll take the time to just stare at you, even if he can't get the full view because of the ungodly lack of space, Lyney will look at you and start complimenting you. He loves you so much, and that's another huge way to show it. He's a romantic kind of guy. If there's a way to show his affection, he will take and use that way to show his affection. He loves your smile; he loves it when you blush, and it slowly grows more evident by the second because he starts to blush, too. Also, Lyney would immediately just hold you more at the sight of your reaction.

Nevertheless, his need to be close can change. Whenever he's out on a mission given by Arlecchino— more specifically, an assassination mission— you won't see him for a good three days. Even when the mission's complete, he'd want to seek out your love, comfort, and affection, but he stops himself. Lyney believes that his hands are still painted with the blood of the murdered, no matter how many times he washes or scrubs them, he'll still see the visible darkening red blood stains. There's no way he's even going near you with those kinds of sins straight on his body. It's sad, and you might have to seek him out yourself if he doesn't show up for the next few days. When you do find him, the moment he sees you is when that wall of guilt shatters, and he nearly breaks down seeing you again. Seeing you every day made him used to you, and just a few days of deprivation made him feel miserable. The simple, mere sight of you had him almost sobbing, running back to you and holding you tight, finally reunited with the one he loves most.

Were he not guilty of association with the fatui, he wouldn't have ever needed or wanted to let go.

☆ dan heng☆

— Blushing little mess. He's never a fan of PDA, so even when he does want to hold you outside of his or your room, he doesn't. Hence why the moment you both enter the private space of a hotel room or a bedroom, Dan Heng takes your hand and leads you to the bed for cuddles. He loves them, really, but he's a flustered mess of a lover because of how embarrassed he felt about being so clingy.

He's a big spoon, too, so he holds you close to him while cuddling. He likes the closeness, but he hates how visibly red his face gets, so he buries his face into your shoulder to hide. Sometimes, he just lays there listening to you or simply calming down in silence, but he does like hearing your voice before bed. It helps him sleep, and it somehow prevents nightmares of Blade. Quick note, your comfort and warmth make him feel safe through the night, and you accompany him when he'd usually be alone, either on his phone or reading a book.

PS: Dan Heng prefers to sleep in your room and/or in a hotel room because your bed and the hotel's provided beds are much more comfortable than a sleeping bag. He loves wrapping a blanket around the two of you and holding you like that. He says it's so you both get an even amount of warmth, and neither of you takes more of the blanket than the other, but he really does it because he feels a bit closer to you.

In his Imbibitor Lunae form, sleeping with him gets a bit harder, simply because he finds it harder to control himself. But when he can control himself, he'll let you run your fingers through his long hair, maybe even letting you touch his horns. Still, he doesn't allow the latter too often for reasons left unsaid. Anyway, he dislikes using this form because of how it reminds him of his former's past. He feels as though he's trapped in the memories and sin that are not his own. Yet, you make him feel comfortable in his own skin. He feels free with you; he feels alive, and he loves you for your ability to make him feel that way. Dan Heng will do everything in his ability to make you feel the same way.

And he likely already has.

☆ argenti ☆

— The most proper and romantic. Compliments littered across your entire figure, his hand in yours kissing your knuckles constantly with the addition of the most rosey and romantic sweet nothings. Argenti is old-fashioned and the most romantic, as he believes that this is the only way to live for his adored Aeon. The most comment compliment you'd hear between kisses is, “you're the most exquisite person in my world,” and Argenti would always wink with his compliments. Sometimes, it's wonderful to be the subject of his rose-colored words, but other times, it gets old; you become slightly lovesick.

The solution to that is conversation while holding each other in bed, or perhaps it's simply ushering Argenti to cuddle with you beneath the stars at night. It's beautiful to see the galaxy in its brightest moments, hovering from the dark skies. Argenti would silently pray to his Aeon, thanking her profusely for letting him see this wonderful view in person.

Still. You are his lover, and sometimes the weight of fear and trauma gets to him. Argenti often looks to you to confide in, and usually, nights like these are rarely cuddle nights, but sometimes, when it gets bad, you'll hold him in the night while he talks about his past— the wars, the music, the old friends, the worries— and how terrifying it can be if he would succumb to the same fate as his once so honorable friend. In exchange for your comfort, he holds you close and vows to protect you in your dreams and from the moment you wake to the moment you sleep again.

Argenti prefers to cuddle in bed, during a picnic, or beneath the stars. He seldom makes exceptions for heavy PDA, but when it comes to cuddling in public, even if there are people around during the day or at night, if it's stargazing or a picnic, he doesn't care as much. He'll smile, his eyes set only on you, not the eyes that may linger on your cuddles.

He doesn't care enough to look at anyone else, not when the embodiment of beauty lays right by him.

☆ blade ☆

— He's cautious. Blade's name takes after his weapon, and though he himself is not a sword, he still worries that he'll hurt you through cuddles. Blade is marastruck, and if it starts to get to him, he's terrified that it'll strike you, too. He admires death and the concept of it, but for you to die and for him to live with that? Impossible.

Anyway, convincing him is still 100% doable. When you do cuddle with him, he holds you with hesitation and care. He doesn't show it, as he masks his emotions with lips pursed to a line, but he feels relief. He feels happy, even, but he can't really tell. The Mara has calmed, and he can catch a break from the trauma. Something worth noting: Blade's trauma might cause him to cling to you, holding you close for comfort and reassurance— but that's only when he finds himself to be desperate for your love and affection. It's the one thing that keeps him together; your smile alone can mend all of his wounds, physical or not.

That can happen at any time of the day, but he'll typically seek you out at night. Blade will— without a spoken word— hug you from behind with a sigh of relief, and he'll take you to the nearest spot with the most privacy, and he'll hold you tight once more without a sign of letting you go. He loves you, and without even saying that he does, you already have all the evidence you need to conclude that he does. Holding you feels like heaven, in Blade's eyes. Once he gets past his fears of hurting you, he'll wrap his arms around your waist, but if he cuddles with you from behind, he'll wrap his arms beneath your chest, all with a sigh of relief and the tiniest hint of a smile.

The two of you cuddling is cute, so cute that Silver Wolf just had to stream it and broadcast one of your cuddle sessions to all of the other Stellaron Hunters.

Of course, you and Blade will never cuddle near any of the Stellaron Hunters ever again after that.

[jackiepackiee]

Hello! If you could consider: I was wondering how Tanjiro, Sanemi, and Mitsuri would react when their s/o answers the man vs bear question with bear? Maybe little hcs, or mini drabbles?

Have a lovely day/night!!

You literally read my mind I was thinking of this the other night

𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒

𝑀𝒶𝓃 𝒱𝒮 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓇

𝒲/ 𝒯𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜, 𝑀𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒾, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾

𝒯𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜

The topic is pretty unfamiliar to him at first

He understands and knows about misogyny, but growing up with such a loving family in the secluded woods of a nice town didn’t expose him to much

Being surrounded by good hasn’t shown him much of what people can really be like, especially humans and not demons

But this boy is willing to listen!

Now he will defend you with. His. Life.

And that includes your opinions (unless they are obviously immoral)

But when he firsts hears it he’ll be confused

“A… bear? Why would you be with a bear?”

He makes that silly face he has when he’s confused

Then he starts to understand the more serious aspects of the discussion

He wants to know everything so expect a whole lot of questions

“Which man? I can’t pick? Oh well I don’t want it to be random.”

After he gets an understanding know he’ll be more aware of you and Nezuko.

On the lookout for creepy looks or comments

Overall 8.5/10, he supports you fully with your opinion but he’s not fully up to date on the topic

𝑀𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒾

Mistsuri is sad when she hears this question

Why would you ever have to be afraid of a man or a bear when you have her to protect you?!

She’d defend you from any man, no matter the cost

And probably become friends with the bear like a Disney princess

Now she definitely understands

Being a very beautiful woman she’s been through a lot

And while it might not show in her bubbly personality, she does often get uncomfortable with men and their advances

Only really being used to either complete rejection by possible marriages or creepy injuries by strangers

She has her own input as well

“Well I think you’re right! The bear is also way cuter!”

This is her way of cheering you up, making silly comments

Because she’s well aware of how disheartening the topic can be

And sees how it brings you down to have to think you can’t trust half the worlds population

And if anyone tries to disagree with you?

Mitsuri is no yeller but she sure is fierce

10/10, she understands completely and cheers you up after the depressing discussion topic!

𝒮𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾

He HATES the idea that this even has to be a debate

He truly and honestly believes woman should be safe and respected

And the fact that his lover would rather be with a wild animal than a man? It’s disgusting to him that you would ever feel so unsafe

He’s not mad at you at all

But everything he feels he feels 100% so his support of your opinion is probably more intense their your original thought

You’d think he’s the one who brought it up in the first place with his passion for his opinion

Going off your given fear from the psych question, he becomes more protective

Now he is well aware of how unfairly woman are treated, being raised the way he was

And he respects their power and perseverance more than anyone else in the corps

The fact that you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable from the idea of a male stranger has him subconsciously keeping you at his side in public and defending you louder than he berates a demon

You don’t have to teach him anything about woman’s respect and safety

While he may be cranky, it’s all equal lol

He’s not rude to people because of their gender, he’s just that way (not to you obviously)

11/10, he’s such a big defender of your opinion that he cares more than you do!

[vesppperoro]

Hello! I hope I don’t offend you or make you uncomfortable bc it’s my first time requesting to you, but can I request Sin of Envy reader x Sin of greed (Mammon)?? Into sure if you already did this, if you did you can ignore this!! Ty😓😓

Mammon x Sin of Envy!Reader

Includes: Mammon, Leviathan!Reader, Beel, Asmodeus.

A/N:Ur perfectly fine don’t worry at all!! This request doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all!! In fact, it’s quite adorable. They give enemies to lovers except they still hate each other lol. Enjoy!

As stated in one of the posts I’ve made about the sins and how they feel about Leviathan!Reader, you and Mammon HATED each other

You literally had the I.M.P. kill one of your own sinners because they leaked your ideas to him.

He ripped off your fame, so you despised him.

Your rivalry was known across the Greed Ring and the Envy Ring.

You both would rant about each other to anyone who would listen.

The Greed Ring hated you and the Envy Ring hated him.

You were more popular than him. He was jealous as hell.

But when you both attended Sin meetings either Lucifer, you two couldn’t help but steal glances at one another.

You didn’t understand why, and he didn’t either.

Maybe it was growing hatred. Why does hatred feel so good, though?

You always felt a weird sensation whenever you saw his posters. Whenever you saw whatever he was hosting.

A weird gut feeling you’ve never felt before surfaced.

It was the same for him. It made him hate you even more. What did you do to him?

Seeing your face on any posters made him blush. He secretly kept them in his room.

He didn’t know why.

You didn’t know why you felt this way either.

One day, you were ranting to Beelzebub and the topic of Mammon came up.

You started ranting and ranting. You lost track of everything you said until you heard your bestie gasp.

She stared at you like a deer in headlights.

“Levi, hunny, you’re in love!”

You immediately made a gagging noise. In LOVE?!

Sure, you’ve had hookups, but you’ve never been in love. Especially not with HIM.

“That might be why you hate ‘em so much. Your heart wants him but your brain doesn’t. Hah! Look at you go!”

Her mocking pissed you off.

Meanwhile, Mammon was ranting to one of his employees about you. Nothing unusual.

That was, until, he mentioned the weird feeling of you.

He nearly killed the bitch that brought up the possibility of him being in love with you.

But it made him think. Maybe he was.

But he would never admit it. He’s too cocky.

Now, anytime you two see each other, your looks of disgust towards one another grow more and more intense.

That was until the last Sin meeting with Lucifer.

Asmodeus was teasing Mammon and he brought up you.

“Awww. Are you in love with them???”

His lack of a response made the room go quiet.

You stared at him forever. Until Lucifer just.. dismissed you guys.

Mammon pulled you aside and roughly confessed that it was true.

“Maybe I am in love with you, bitch.”

And that’s how you two started dating.

Your relationship was kept a secret, since everyone thought that the both of you despised each other.

Whenever he put on a show, you shape-shifted to fit in and watched his shows.

He did the same for you.

Afterwards, you two would meet up somewhere private and playfully tease each other.

You two act like an old married couple but with more hatred. That hatred comes from the love you two discovered you had for one another.

You killed anyone who even dared to look at Mammon the same way you looked at him. That’s the price to pay for being with the Sin of Envy.

He made fun of anyone who liked you too. He was ruder, but he didn’t normally kill them unless pushed too far.

You both secretly shared a bed together. One that nobody found out about.

He also spoiled the hell out of you.

You were even more lenient towards your people whenever they went into the Greed Ring.

It confused them.

Anyways. You two are VERY playfully mean to each other.

“Shut your mouth, bitch.”

“Kill yourself, cunt.”

But you both knew you weren’t serious. Not anymore, anyways.

He’s the little spoon. He won’t admit it at all, but you’re definitely the dominant one in the relationship.

Anyways. You two have fancy as hell dates. Anyone who says anything will be killed on the spot.

Your relationship remains a secret. Anyone who knew would be killed.

That was, until, it got out by Asmodeus or Fizz.

Now everyone knows.

But you two don’t really care.

Now, you affection is displayed openly.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

So glad someone else sees the weirdness of people being gross about fem body nightmare it always comes off as somewhat fetishy too bc they reduce him to just being hot

Yes! Absolutely. Seeing the weirdness not only in how nightmare is treated, but also how killer is treated! If he supposedly respects his boss, then why the hell is he drooling over him and treating him vastly different just because nightmare has tits now?

I also see this a lot with female killer or feminine killer—female killer always has huge breasts and small waist and it hardly seems like killer. Even when it’s just normal killer wanting to dress or express himself more feminine, it makes me uncomfortable when it’s done in an overly sexual manner for no reasons?

And of course nightmare and killer are adults, so there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being attracted to them or writing/drawing them in adult situations with eachother or others, it’s just that it feels very fetishized and hyper sexualized to have characters drooling over nightmare when hes just existing and also has breasts.

Even with killer as he is now, vastly hypersexualized as a character for not even any real reason either. He only flirted like once or twice in his canon drawings, clearly as a joke even and mostly because people asked rahafwabas to draw those things with killer, and yet it somehow became his entire character. Not to mention how people took “flirty” and “romantic” and immediately went “lustful creepy pervert.”

To the point where people just cant seem to let these aspects of killer’s character be just that; aspects, something interesting and fun, but not his whole entire character.

Don’t yall find it interesting to explore how a character who views themselves as emotionless and is dissociated from themselves and their actions most of the time navigates things like physical intimacy?

Especially when this character has very likely not felt any kind or comforting touch that wasn’t just a way to keep him further manipulated and controlled? How his experiences with abuse and torture and control have become so normalized it taints every aspect of his life, from the ideas of consent to the idea of boundaries.

Can he even feel much sensation that is too gentle, would it send him reeling in discomfort and disgust at first. would he hate how his body reacts even if it’s something that feels good—wouldn’t he feel viscerally unsettled if someone could provoke bodily reactions like flushing cheeks or a beating “soul beat” or even genuine arousal from him.

wouldn’t he think with contempt if his body reacts positively or negatively to receiving comfort. wouldnt he try to find a way to maintain control and detachment because too much stimulation or stress or feeling threatened or trapped or controlled or afraid for his safety and life could trigger higher stages and he lashes out and literally could kill his partner(s) because his mind mistakes the situation for something else. wouldn’t he need a level of either trust or control to willingly engage in something that feels deeply threatening.

Anyway i got off topic, but you’re absolutely correct. I love female or feminine Sanses, especially with the apple twins, and i don’t think there should be any need to hyper sexualize and fetishize the female body. (especially if these feminine/fem presenting or female bodies also happen to be trans/queer bodies; such as with transfem dream.)

like just let nightmare exists as nightmare, regardless of if he happens to have breasts or not—and don’t have his subordinates drooling all over him and behaving super strange just cause nightmares got boobs now.

(and I also don’t wanna see any situation where nightmare who usually doesn’t have boobs has boobs one day and the gang make a big deal about it, since nightmare is a shapeshifter and all. he could realistically just decide he wants boobs one day and the gang could just go “interesting. Anyway..” and hardly even that.

unless it’s to like, ask for today’s pronouns or something, i don’t see no need to comment on the breasts unless in the context of, nightmare is engaging in intimacy with their partner(s) or something. a context where it would make sense. Anyway just be normal about female/fem killer and nightmare please.)

[yuikomorii]

I can agree with Yui wanting to be a normal teenage girl. While I like the badish endings where she girlbosses everyone in having powers or whatever the like, it just doesn’t personally vibe with how I see Yui. I agree that all she wants is a normal life and I also fully support the DF ending with Ruki. That shit made me cry ;w;

I’m not sure if it was answered or not but what is your least favorite ending involving Yui? My least favorite is her going bonkers in the Manservant ending for Kanato’s HDB route. It’s bizarre and while I like disturbing endings within the franchise, that always rubs me the wrong way. I also dislike the Brute ending for Ayato’s route I think with that…infamous CG of her hallucinating? Ugh. Brutal ;;;;;

// I understand what you're saying. I have nothing against girlboss characters, who truly are usually like that, but Yui is always a sweet and cheerful girl who would never hurt anyone unless they tell her to do so or if she gets completely broken.

Kanato’s HDB Manservant ending does not sit well with me either. I mean, the person who slaughtered the Sakamakis wasn't the actual Yui anymore because her sadistic tendencies were caused by having Cordelia's heart, which also influenced the S choices, so she basically became a psycho there. I also find it difficult to believe that such powerful vampires would be this easy to defeat. Not to mention that they have far more abilities and are extremely difficult to end off. It's one of those impossible endings, like Ruki's MB brute one. Despite the blood, I really like the cg. Why couldn't it be under normal conditions? Her position is literally adorable, with her arms placed like that… geez, she could have looked so cute. The wasted potential. (T ^ T)

I honestly wasn’t very impacted by Ayato’s DF brute ending. I doubt it was a hallucination, but rather Carla shapeshifting into Ayato, and while that may sound horrifying (it is), I found other endings far more disturbing. ;w;

But the ending which made me the most uncomfortable was ✨Ayato's MB brute one✨. I dislike so much when characters in otome games start cheating; it's truly disgusting on so many levels, and I see no point in it. In the HDB endings, I understood her crazy actions, but there's a whole different story in MB. She literally cheated on Ayato because he stopped drinking her blood to keep her safe, but she started missing the pleasure, so she used Ruki for that, while imagining Ayato?? I understand teenage hormones, and I know she gets horny for Ayato the most, but ugh come on, I can't believe Rejet really thought making her a whore would be a good idea— To make matters worse, she cheated on him with his RIVAL. It's also weird how this is the only cg where Yui has sex with a Diaboy. I know she looks dead here, but she wasn't; she was actually very happy, and she even began laughing as he was screwing her and drinking her blood. Even in Satoi’s initial drawing she’s smiling… aaah so unsettling! ( ͒˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ ͒)

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | John Price

CHAPTER THREE

Next chapter (4)

The story is also on wattpad, Nebook, Tumblr Enjoy

How much do you have to stray to find yourself here, where Jinx is currently located? The answer is simple you had to be Jinx to figure it out and find yourself here, she had been seated on the couch since she and John entered the house. Her watchful eyes looked around every nook and cranny of the house even as her body sat on the white soft couch, quite soft it was, but too soft for Jinx. She was used to harder and not more comfortable things, when she recalled the uncomfortable chairs in the interrogation room in the reformatory she shuddered to the point of disgust

Maybe the couch wasn't so bad after all.

It also didn't escape the fact that her new guardian was limping on one leg, she didn't know why, but she could guess a lot of theories, but it could also be useful for running away faster he would get tired and she would escape

Because who would run if his leg hurts?

Certainly not her, she didn't know how John would, but it's unlikely he would either.

When the former captain returned from the kitchen he was holding two mugs from which a hot drink was steaming, he placed these mugs on the coffee table opposite Jinx and himself settled on the armchair that begged for the captain to walk from it, the teenager wondered how the armchair didn't break under the weight of the captain's live muscles.

- So," he began in a hoarse voice, god his throat cried out for water or it would have begged him to quit smoking, he smoked it could not be hidden the smell of nicotine chased him like a predator, it settled in every nook and cranny of the house as well as his clothes, he crossed his hands on his knees leaning forward

Beyond the bad cop

Not for her such numbers

- We'll start nice if we're nice to each other. You'll get out of here faster," he grunted, and his blue eyes did not break away from the smaller figure of the teenager. She tensed slightly - What do you mean? - she wondered aloud

- Follow the rules a - he began to explain - And you will not face punishment? Yes I know this formula - she sneered, the captain's lush eyebrow raised - I don't like to be interrupted - he muttered under his breath, and his voice was rough and his British accent added aggressiveness at this point

She might have felt like being trapped by a predator, she was the prey and John held the reins as to how he would torture her here and get pleasure out of it?  Apparently he had done for her... well that's what it was, she reached for the mug closest to her looking inside the hot steam was hitting her eyes causing a small tear, but the dark liquid in the mug puzzled her. Tea? Did he make her tea?

Nice

- Yes it's tea, I didn't sweeten it because I didn't know if you liked it - As if he sensed her thoughts he answered her unspoken questions - Back to the topic, you don't try to escape and change. I won't pester you very much both of us will win the case and split up - his finger pointed at me - Unless you don't want to change then I'll already call Kate to say you've changed your mind –

- No! - she quickly denied it, spit it out of her mouth as if it steamed her tongue - I will try to change. Give it a chance," she muttered after a moment of awkward silence. She lowered her gaze to the cup in her hand

Of course she didn't want to change. But this was her chance to escape. Not great, but what there was was enough for her to come up with a plan and she could escape. The apartment doesn't look like one that's hard to escape from only its owner might be hard to get past, but nothing is impossible, all she has to do is lie to him so that he trusts her, and when he closes his eyes he won't have the costliest things she'll sell when she escapes

Plan the perfect time to implement

- Well. Maybe... in a different way - Price looked around his apartment as he spoke, reading her file, but the questions were coming up. He wanted answers she could give, leaning back his back found the back of a chair that squeaked, seriously how does this chair hold him?

- Jinx is not your name right? - He asked chh he knew the answer to that question, who would give a child the name JInx? Pech. So sad it sounds like her parents regretted begetting her in giving her that name they wanted to make sure she would know it for the rest of her life - It sounds like a nickname, a pseudonym. What is your real name? - Jinx for not speaking the silence filled their already one-sided conversation

- Did the cat bite your tongue? - irritation rose in Price's veins - If I am to help you change then he wants to know what your name is - he interrupted - your real name -.

- Call me Jinx. Answers must be earned, trust is not such a simple thing and yet you ask for it not a friend. - She shrugged her shoulders, she did not want to give her real name. She didn't like it, her real name reminded her how much she had to suffer when she was young she hated it. She wanted to bury the past seven meters underground, but each time the past found a way to dig itself out of the ground like a walking corpse followed Jinx without giving her the opportunity to escape - You are smart - shrugged the former captain

- Good. - He smiled, Jinx only furrowed her eyebrows - This will mean that the challenge will be greater. And I like challenges - he explained seeing her confused face

- Is that what you were in the army for? - she asked curiously - You pay for answers kiddo - he has already given her a nickname? He is fast, kiddo. She snorted under her breath, I think she will start calling him an old man in that case.

That's how he looked, that gray hair said how much he had lived on this planet, he might as well be old and retired and not retire early just because he got injured - Let's play a game - Jinx started talking gaining Price's interest although the interest never waned he kept watching her with his eyes he could see the cogs going on in her brain - Answer for answer - She confessed - I ask a question you answer then you ask me questions and I answer - She explained the deeper rules of the game she invented

- Since when were you in the army? - she asked the first question, Price turned his head slightly - Since I turned eighteen - he answered directly

- Your turn to ask -

- I know, you won't tell me what your real name is right? -

- No. I said call me Jinx –

Price could have cursed in his mind, but it will get to the point one day when the teenager will answer the questions that bother him, he knew that now most of them will not be answered anyway - How old were you when you got the rank of captain? -

- When I was twenty-five I got the rank of captain, and when I was twenty I got the rank of lieutenant - he shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing and yet in the eyes of the teenager he was like a walking star.

- A quick promotion," Jinx concluded, earning a shoulder shrug from Price. It may have been a quick promotion, but a well-deserved promotion in the eyes of the captain - You could say that," muttered the hoarse voice of the former captain

- How old are you kid? - Jinx sent him a murderous look - Don't talk to me kid - she hissed slightly - I'm sixteen - she replied after a moment of silence - You could have let go of that hissing and that tone of voice. I don't like that kind - The captain had a poker face as if her hissing didn't impress him

He has been cornered many times by. Well. Unruly recruits who thought they could scare Price a lot, for example, and yet they were wrong John had a lot of dealings with recruits and rudeness that nothing impressed him

It took effort to impress him. Jinx will get to that point someday to impress him, the good ones as well as the bad. That's how she made a mental note of the surprise of this man who looks like he has a hidden soft soul, she wasn't interested in this soft side she wanted to evoke the beast that was currently also hiding behind the poised mask of an injured captain

- Why did you leave the army? You don't look like you are old enough to retire from it," she asked extremely curious, "Premature retirement? -

- These were two questions. My injury prevents me from returning to the front for the time being," he confessed, as if it didn't bother him at all and yet deep down he longed for that adrenaline he felt during combat. But his health did not allow him at the moment, however much he disliked this decision he had to respect it if he did not want to end up in the grave too soon

Come to think of it, he already had one foot in the grave anyway. Any mission could have been his last mission such an occupational hazard even if he didn't like it standing close to the dark reaper just waiting for him to stumble, but this was the life he chose did he regret it? In part, but the greater part of his soul was proud that he could save the world, his country, his home, his family. He wouldn't change it for anything in the world this is what he wanted

From birth, he was written in as a future captain as if that was his calling. But he doubted if it was supposed to be his calling, guarding a teenager who had packed herself into a reformatory and now the government was desperately trying to change her. It's so easy to change a person he could stifle the urge in her soul to vandalize or steal, but he would never change her. That was the truth he could not change

The yawn that came out of the teenager's mouth effectively snapped the captain out of his reverie, he guessed that the day must have been tiring for the teenager. She had survived a long trip from Laswell that could have been completed in two hours and yet they had traveled two and a half hours, and now she was experiencing a change of climate, a change of place learning new rules.

Price could chastise himself for currently imposing too much on the teenager, he should slow down. Give her a warning to acclimate, but at the same time put up the rule boards. Boards like a decalogue come on he wasn't a believer she wasn't likely to be either if it was, both of them are just frying in hell like warm sardines.

- He will show you the room. The rest of the rules and other little things you'll learn tomorrow," he got up from his chair, showed his finger behind should follow him, Jinx put down the empty tea cup on the table noticed that Price completely did not drink his tea. He didn't even touch it

Wasted tea, it got cold. Rather not drink it cold

She followed the ex-captain down the long white hallway the dark floor contrasted with the white on the walls and the pictures on the wall depicted every element of the captain's life the matching dark oak picture frame matched the color of the room, he certainly had taste.

Jinx didn't have time to stop at each photo to look at them, with quick steps she chased the captain. His gait was slow, but he had big steps, the teenager had to trot to catch up with him - This is your room - he opened the door at the end of the corridor, Jinx went through it pushing past the man. The room wasn't big, but it wasn't small either she had a closet not big was in the corner a small desk bigger than she had in her cell. Well there will be more space and it will be easier to write and draw no elbow will bother her and lack of space. The bed was sufficient

What caught the teenager's attention the most was the bars in the window, she sent a glance to the former captain in the form of an unspoken question "Seriously? " he merely shrugged his shoulders at this

A question of security

She knew it, it gave her the impression that she had landed in a reformatory again only this was more... Friendly and exclusive. She threw her backpack under the foot of the bed looking around the room, everything was clean and white as if Price had washed and prepared everything before her arrival. She wasn't surprised he received her more like some kind of guest than a prisoner the government was trying to change

- Don't try to escape in the night, don't destroy anything - With these words the former captain said goodbye, the teenager's eyes rested on the figure who was already closing the door, she didn't hear him lock her room with a key, but he certainly locked the front door and every window taking the keys with him.

She still didn't have the strength to escape, the whole day had tired her out. It wasn't a day to escape she didn't know the area yet she didn't know where to hide in case of emergency and how to escape from him she had to find out first to plan her escape. And currently she will go to sleep, she threw herself on the mattress, which bent under her weight.

It was soft, too soft, but no spring poked into her ribs, so she couldn't complain. Fatigue weighed down her eyelids causing them to close so that her body relaxed her mind straightened to fall into dreamland.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

You know what? I'm gonna post how different Scarecrows react to pissing themselves because I'm disgusting and kinky. Let's go!

BTAS from his first episode specifically

When he holds it, he overestimates his bladder capacity and thinks he can finish what he's doing first. When he starts to leak, he starts to panic. He's so stubborn though, he absolutely has to finish what he's doing. When he does inevitably wet himself, he is very dramatic about it. "How could this happen to me!?" He makes sure absolutely nobody saw and quickly changes clothes as soon as he can.

BTAS

Probably the same scenario, thinks he can finish his task before his bladder bursts. Unlike the previous Crane though, once he starts to leak, he tries to make it to the bathroom ASAP. But unfortunately it's too late and there's no way he could have made it considering how desperate he was. He's absolutely humiliated and wallows in it for a good minute as he processes what just happened before changing.

TNBA

This bitch is not having it. Either the second he starts to leak, he whips his member out shamelessly and is only embarrassed afterwards, especially if anyone brings it up. Or he can't take off his pants in time because something is stuck and gives up on trying, giving in to the euphoria of sweet release and once again is only embarrassed afterwards, ESPECIALLY if someone else brings it up.

Salecrow

He also is too stubborn to stop doing his tasks and he knows this about himself, so he works in his lab with a diaper on. If he wets his diaper, sure, he's a little embarrassed (and turned on), but he can take it and he knows exactly how to shut someone up if they bring it up. If he wets himself without the diaper, he gets annoyed and uncomfortable because it feels gross and it wasn't intentional for kink. He changes as quickly as he can.

Yellow Lantern

He also ends up wetting himself because of stubbornness. He's grossed out and annoyed, but doesn't really care. If he wets because of fear, he's turned on more than he was before.

Mof

Poor mof. It was also due to stubbornness (big shock). He's so embarrassed he might actually start to tear up. ESPECIALLY if someone sees, or worse, starts mocking him. The poor man gets an extra mental scar unless nobody is there or whoever is there, is kind to him and helps him out.

Arkham Asylum

This guy absolutely denies it. Even if he's literally wetting himself in front of you, he hits you with the "nuh-uh". Even he's in denial that it happened. He's embarrassed and incredibly annoyed. He stays mad about it for the rest of the day/night.

Arkham Knight

Ok. Let's be real. He probably got a warning this might happen sometimes from now on during his recovery and was given the suggestion *very lightly* (because the doctors were fearing for their lives) to maybe wear diapers every now and again. Of course, he absolutely refuses because he thinks it's embarrassing, which leads to even more embarrassment. He probably can't make it to the bathroom on time because of his messed up leg, or maybe he genuinely has urinary inconvenience now. Either way, when it does happen, he's more angry than embarrassed. He stays mad about it for a week. When he finally gives in and wears a diaper, his anger turns into annoyance which still overshadows his embarrassment.

Legends of the Dark Knight

This poor baby probably fear wets a lot. He's embarrassed for sure, but he eventually gets used to it.

As the Crow Flies

He's embarrassed and excuses himself.

Scarebeast

Doesn't really care, might just rip off his pants and move on.

Nightwing

This one gets angry and insulted/offended by his own body.

Man Bat

He gets very embarrassed, but tries to play it off like it's nothing, but he's totally dying inside.

Catwoman

He's so angry. If anyone is to blame for it, they better be really good at running or hiding.

HQAS

He excuses himself profusely and openly admits that he's very embarrassed about it. He even offers to clean it up off the floor, even if it's his enemy's floor.

Fear State

He doesn't give a shit. He might go "Hmm interesting" if it was due to fear and note it down. If it wasn't, he's just annoyed at the feeling of wet clothes.

Harley Quinn comics

He's embarrassed and mad. He tries his best to cover it up. He gets away with it, but it still haunts him when he tries to fall asleep.

Batwoman

He's so angry and embarrassed, he probably either is on the verge of or actually does throw a tantrum.

Year One

He is so mad because he hates losing control. He almost loses his shit, but doesn't because he hates losing control. He's just stuck there, insisting he's fine while internally screaming.

God of Fear

It probably happened due to stubbornness and being busy. He's absolutely furious and embarrassed.

No Man's Land

He's absolutely panicked, he can't let anyone know it happened or he'll explode.

Knight Terrors

If it's due to fear, he'll give props to whoever scared him like that. If it isn't, he just gets a little annoyed and embarrassed.

Lego

The poor baby is so embarrassed. He refuses to come out of his hideout for the rest of the day. He's tearing up, please help him and be gentle.

[ma1dmer]

Star Wars - Bao-Dur NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): whatever you need him for he is there, he'll bring you some water and if you ask he'll massage the soreness on your thighs and shoulders, but he does need to be told what to do, he is happy to do anything it just doesnt cross his mind at first

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): thighs, he loves your thighs so much, squeezing and seeing the flesh squish out between his fingers of both his flesh and mechanical hand, loves holding them open when he dives between your legs or when he feels you wrap them around his waist when you are about to cum

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): doesn't care much for the mess, he’ll be careful and use protection

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he likes when someone tries flirting with you, he doesn’t usually step up to stop anyone unless you seem clearly uncomfortable, but he likes when people aknowledge how beautiful you are and always feels this sense of pride swell up in him, as well as something else, knowing you are his, also if you don’t make it known you are in a relationship he does not explicitly say you two are together when someone interested in you asks, he wants to see how it plays out, makes some implication or vague enough statement, but usually just sits back and watches 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has some experience ,but hasn't experimented a lot, hasn't felt that sort of safety to try out a lot of things

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he does like flexing how strong he actually is so he does like picking you up , against a wall or simply holding you up, biceps flexing as he bounces you on him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he makes some dead pan jokes in the most random times and by the time you get that he made a joke its too late, he has already moved on back to pleasuring you

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he keeps everything well groomed ,he also smells very intensely of whatever shower gel he uses

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): not much for words but be does make up with it by overwhelming you with kisses and soft touches, he is really a big lover of physical touch

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he usually does it to clear out his mind and fall asleep or to be able to return to his work with a clearer head

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): clothed sex, semi public etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): the comfort of your room, either his or yours, can be convinced to try some empty broom closet or a bathroom stall in nar shadda, but he takes a while to think it over, might say no initially but will definitely ask the next time you are there

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): dressing up, he hates to admit that he is not immune to seeing you in something you are obviously feeling yourself in, he feels bad if your intention wasn't to turn him on but he can't help the way his brain short circuits as his eyes take you in

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): he does not like demeaning you in any way, not good with dirty talk at all especially that type of dirty talk

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he loves 69ing, he'll pull your hips up to his face and makes it his goal to distract you, he'll stop when you stop and ask you if you are okay, you stopped first after all, asks if he is doing okay, even though he knows damn well he is doing more than great

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): slow and sensual, he grinds against you when he bottoms out, he'll stop as he is fully inside you and just hold you for a while relishing in the way you feel wrapped around him

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he does like the idea of them, but he rarely agrees to them, he is often busy or very focused in his work

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he needs to feel very comfortable with the person he has next to him to try out new things, but once he gets there he is very open , he enjoys every new experience with you because he likes pleasing you ,will do his reasearch and all

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): a lot of stamina and with the pace he sets he can go for a long long time, if you get tired he just stops even if he hasn't finished

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he acts indifferent to them but he has thought of making something specifically for you, he might get to it eventually ,there are the blueprints but he always gets distracted or he gets too flustered

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is a damn tease, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, you don't expect it much but he is, he'll apologise but hide a smile at the nape of your neck

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is very quiet and he usually groans against your lips in between kisses muffling himself

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): he loves when you mark him up, he wouldn't tell you so but he does like seeing where you sunk your nails into him or the small love bites on his chest and neck it makes him feel proud

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): he is a big man, he is thick and there is a specific vein that makes him shudder when you drag your fingers or tongue over it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he silently pines from afar , when you look back at him he smiles at you and if you approach he'll interlace your fingers and grab your hand to kiss the palm of it ,he is not usually very into pda, so you can tell that he wants you even if he doesn't say anything

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he does get a while to fall asleep, usually needs to be urged to join you in bed but once you ask he comes easily with a whispered apology about disturbing you

[valyrou]

hi there, dear! i saw you were doing matchups 🙀🙀 if it’s alright with you, may i please have a bsd matchup? please take your time on this!

my name is ren and i use she/they pronouns. write this with either one! i am omnisexual, but my preference is men at the moment. i am an aries, as well as an intj 6w5!

personality: my personality really depends on my mood. i am usually hella awkward when i first meet a person, and before we really get close i will be quiet and polite. but once you really get to know me, i am positive and energetic, and objectively funny. i’m incredibly kind and sweet and caring i think are the words, and i always put others before myself. i’m what one would call “a gifted kid”, i am very intelligent. i’m very responsible and i am the “mom friend”. i’m very clingy unless you make me uncomfortable. i can usually mask my emotions but if i bottle them up for too long I’ll just break down. i have ADHD and have the shortest attention span known to man, so I’m always off in my own little world. i need someone who can keep me grounded. i LOVE to talk and if you give me a chance, i won’t shut up. i am very insecure and have severe trust issues, unless you have proven to me time after time i can trust you. i fear that people find me annoying and i cry very easily, especially if someone raises their voice at me.

hobbies: i love to read, especially classics and fantasy novels. give me a good book and i can finish it in a day if i work hard enough. i play piano and i do theater and honors chorus, so i love to act and sing. i love writing and always am writing something, whether it’s in my head or on paper. i am an amazing cook and baker and will housewife if i have to 😼😼. i love to have conversations on politics and world debates. i like to play chess (but i suck) and pool (i don’t suck at pool), and i play tennis.

likes: i love music and literature in general. i am definitely a cat person and will pick up a cat off the side of the road and bring it home. i love drama and am a bit of a gossip. i also love fashion and will have a heart attack if i am not wearing something that matches. i love shopping and video games (i am a smash bros and mariokart GOD)

dislikes: i HATE bugs. if there is a bug in my house, i will scream and jump onto the counter to get away from it. you kill a bug for me? you have my undying loyalty. i can’t stand scary movies, especially clowns. i am somewhat of a picky eater. i also hate second chances. it’s not worth it to give hundreds of chances to someone who breaks your trust and heart every single time. i also hate the ocean. you take me to the beach? i will be sitting in a chair under an umbrella reading, looking absolutely disgusted 💀💀

love language:

A/n: THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER LOLOL BUT NO WORRIES IT HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE TIME!! Also we are quite similar :0 thank you for requesting love, stay hydrated yourself and sleep a good amount <33

I will pair you up with…

Kunikida Doppo!

(Bro looks soo majestic <33)

Kunikida isn’t patient with Dazai since Dazai teases him on purpose, but he would be incredibly patient with you

He understands the struggle that comes with ADHD so he’d make sure you don’t zone out to much, maybe take you places and let you talk as much as you want

He‘s a great listener

Distracts you with something to fiddle with, so you don’t zone out on him

Maybe physical touch isn’t his biggest love language, but Initially warms up to it. PDA maybe too, depends really

Hand holding sure, except you guys work together (If you would work in the ADA as well that is) then it’s just an initial squeeze on the shoulder or a kiss on the head

Kunikidas love language is quality time fr fr

Takes you out all the time, art galleries, museums, ancient library, the park etc.

You don’t have to feel insecure around Kunikida as well. He loves you for you, not for who you‘d wish to be

He would make sure you understood that

Compliments all the way, long talks

He has a literal description of his dream partner like?????

He loves you the way you are and he promises you every time you doubt yourself that he loves the current you <3

As loyal as you Are

Get a bigger beach chair, because this guy won’t play in the water either.

Please give each other book recommendations???????

Would start off very shy and akward in the relationship but once you two really get to know every detail about each other honestly anyone would be jealous

Idk if it’s canon or not, but I picture Kunikida a great cook (not so good baker) too, so DUO COOKING

Baking with him is more complicated tho because he has absolutely zero clue what’s going on

He‘d probably even mess up half finished muffins (yk the ones were you only need to put in the eggs and oil and then the muffin mix? Yeah that one)

Kills the bugs for you <3

[mermaidsirennikita]

wait how did stj wreck his career?

I assume this is about Aaron Taylor Johnson's wife?

I mean, I don't have direct knowledge of this, but it's pretty clear that Hollywood literally doesn't know how to handle him because you can't promote Aaron without acknowledging his wife... Who very likely met him when he was underage, cast him in her movie (Nowhere Boy) when he was 17-18, and subsequently got with him while she was in her 40s and he was 18. It's something people weren't comfortable with in 2009, and that has only become more difficult for people to grapple with as time has gone by.

To be super blunt, conventional wisdom is that young up and comers, especially men, should be single when they first become Known in Hollywood. That way, they can meet with other young up and comers, get buzz for their relationships, and either become known for being bon vivant bachelors a la Leo and Chris Evans, or pair up with a high calibre woman and promote themselves as a dual entity (Zendaya and Tom Holland, much as I think she could do better). So in general? It's a good idea to be single if you're a guy as hot and talented as Aaron, who totally would've been promoted as the Sexy Supertalented Artist.

But not only was he not single, which could be tackled--in interviews, you had this thorny background issue of... How do we discuss his wife... Who is 24 years his senior, hooked up with him when he was a literal teenager, and subsequently had two kids with him in his twenties so that he is now basically... locked in with her forever on some level. It feels really, really uncomfortable. And I don't think Sam is super well-liked in certain circles, her being a groomer aside.

Of course, you could argue that Sam being the older party as the woman made people regard this with more disgust than they would if she was the man, but like--I'm not gonna cry in my cereal about it. And I mean... Even a lot of the skeeziest Hollywood hitters still wait until the girl is like, over 21 to make the relationship known (no cookies, just acknowledging the "unsaid rule" with all that). Aaron was a baby, and you can see it in the movie, which SHE DIRECTED--and Nowhere Boy actually features an excellent performance from him, but it also acts as like... A visual record of him being groomed. You know she's behind the camera. You know she's directing this (sometimes very sexual) content. You can see how incredibly young he is up close and personal.

Oh--Nowhere Boy also dwells very heavily on John Lennon's (real) mommy issues, and speculates on what is essentially a pseudo-incestuous relationship between him and his mom. So. That kind of. Adds to the skeevy effect.

She's also *rumored* to be super controlling of his career choices, not wanting him to play opposite certain women. There aren't a lot of romantic lead roles in his filmography, unless you count Anna Karenina. There have been rumors about him fucking around on Sam, and in general the gossip has always been that she doesn't like him hanging around hot women his own age. God forbid he escapes the woman who again, starting fucking him when he was 18! And she was 42! As his director!

[drades-lair]

Penthouse

Fandom: Helluvaboss

Pairing: Striker/OC

Rating: T for mentions of past rape and swearing

Everyone in hell knows the best place for clubbing is in the lust ring however having traveled his whole life Calus knew some decent places all around the rings of hell including Imp City. Music thrummed through the very walls of the blue wave club; hell-spawn of all species danced on the floor while the bar served up more then decent drinks. Calus leaned back in his chair with his legs spread slightly, one arm draped over the back of the chair while the other hand brought his beer to his lips, taking a long swig before settling back on the table. Striker was sitting with one leg crossed over the other also swigging a beer.

“Told you this place was good,” Calus stated eyeing the incubus and succubus dancers currently on the stage

“It’s alright, music leaves somethin’ ta be desired,” Striker retorted with a smirk

“Everyone’s a critique,” Calus chuckled back finishing his beer

“I just know what I like,” Striker shot back also laughing now as he too finished his beer

“Yeah, yeah, you want another drink?” Calus asked already moving to stand up

“Fuck yeah, whiskey,” Striker responded

Calus gave a nod then moved towards the bar meanwhile nearby someone else had noticed the duo, Verosika had come to party at the blue wave on her day off only to notice Calus and Striker almost immediately. Verosika knew that Calus and Striker were friends of Blitzo a fact that disgusted her to no end, Striker was just another imp so not really a big deal in her mind however Calus on the other hand…how the fuck did Blitzo manage to befriend a fucking Dracony? Between him dating a Goetia prince and now being friends with a Dracony it was too much for her jealous little brain to handle. Lurking in the shadows Verosika had been plotting since the moment she’d noticed the duo trying to find a way to screw with them, luckily for her being a succubus allowed Verosika to spot lust from a mile away and the way the two acted with one another spoke volumes. Realizing Striker and Calus were together Verosika started forming a plan that would either split them up or at the very least provide her with a bit of entertainment for a while. Walking over to a rather scrawny incubus who Verosika had not only noticed eyeing Striker all evening but she also knew him from Lust a while back.

“Hey, Reg~ seen you eyeing that little pale thing over there for the last few hours,” Verosika chimed

“Yeah, he’s handsome~ unfortunately he’s got that Dracony which I mean he’s yummy too,” Reg chimed back in a seductive manner.

“Oh, they’re not together. The pale imp is alone now and the Dracony isn’t coming back,” Verosika lied with her silver tongue.

“Really? Oohh, do you think he’d like an evening with me?” Reg asked

“Oh, most definitely. He’s been eyeing you all evening and he’s one of those hard-to-get ones so don’t take no for an answer unless he says peaches,” Verosika assured the incubus

“Hmm, excellent.” Reg hummed before making his way past Verosika over to Striker

“Howdy partner~” Reg chimed, swaggering right up to Striker who immediately shot the incubus a confused raised eyebrow.

“Can I help Ya?” Striker inquired; he wasn’t too alarmed after all this was a club.

“I certainly hope so~, we can go to a private room or…back to yours…” Reg trailed off biting his bottom lip seductively while caressing the back of Striker’s chair.

“Look I’m flattered but yer barkin’ up the wrong tree, I’m not interested,” Striker responded confidently  

“Such a tease, playing hard to get,” Reg crooned pressing closer, now Striker was starting to get uncomfortable.

“Maybe Ya didn’t hear me, I said I’m not interested. Now get lost,” Striker insisted with a scowl

“Come on now, I’ll be good I promise…unless…,” Reg continued suddenly slipping onto Striker’s lap which amped up the pale imp’s uncomfortable level.

“What the fuck!? Get off me!” Striker growled giving the incubus a shove although Reg didn’t budge

“You want me to be naughty,” Reg finished his sentence, caressing his index finger along Striker’s chin.

“What the fuck is wrong wit Ya!? What part of not fuckin’ interested didn’t Ya understand!?” Striker snarled snatching the incubus’s wrist and successfully shoving Reg to the floor this time making him yelp in confused surprise. Striker loomed over the incubus with his teeth bared, tail rattling irritably as he balled his hands into fists while Reg started scooting backwards in fear finally realizing he’d clearly made a mistake. Calus was still waiting at the bar for the bar tender to acknowledge him when the commotion caught his attention, glancing over he immediately saw Striker standing over an incubus looking clearly irate. Furrowing his brow in confusion Calus started back towards Striker of course finding the pale imp in a very agitated state while the incubus had a hand raised in front of himself for protection.

“Whoa, whoa, wait! Please…!” Reg pleaded

“Hey! What’s going on here?” Calus asked coming up behind Striker. The incubus’s expression shifted from confusion to realization in a matter of moments upon seeing Calus.  

“Look…I’m so sorry…I-I believe I’ve made a mistake,” Reg insisted still on the floor

“Ya better fuckin’ believe Ya made a Fuckin’ mistake!” Striker exclaimed

“Okay, easy Striker…” Calus stated gently caressing a hand over Striker’s shoulder immediately causing the pale imp to take a step back, releasing a deep exhale through his nose before averting his gaze to the side.

“I think I need some air,” Striker stated then turned to head for the nearest exit while Calus watched him go before turning back to the incubus still on the ground. Reg winced as Calus extended a hand only to realize the Dracony was offering him a hand up.

“You alright?” Calus asked the incubus

“Y-Yeah…Look, I really am sorry. I was under the impression that you weren’t with him and that he was interested in me,” Reg insisted accepting Calus’ hand

“What gave you that impression?” Calus wondered pulling the incubus to his feet

“Verosika mayday told me, she came over while I was just hanging out and said that you’d left and that the pale imp was into me…so I thought I’d shoot my shot,” Reg explained

“Verosika!? She’s here?” Calus asked in shocked surprise

“Yeah, she’s…gone…look I swear she was here!” Reg insisted realizing that Verosika was now gone and how that looked for him.

“Relax, I believe you. Where were the two of you standing before?” Calus assured Reg

“Um…over there,” Reg stated pointing to a corner of the stage where an bright neon exit sign glowed nearby.

“Hmm, alright. Thanks,” Calus said then moved towards the exit door

Calus slipped through the exit near the stage into a back ally where he took a moment to look around easily picking up on the sound of clicking heals on the asphalt. Glancing to the right Calus saw Verosika casually making her way towards the mouth of the ally eliciting a small growl of irritation from him before Calus started after her.

“Hey! Verosika!” Calus called after the succubus causing her to stop walking and turn around

“Well, look who it is.” Verosika chided

“I knew you were a bitch but didn’t know you’d stoop this low,” Calus retorted  

“Aw, is the big bad Dracony mad that I played with his toy~?” Verosika taunted

“You seriously did this out of spite of Blitz?” Calus calmly asked having already figured out Verosika’s angle, wasn’t hard.

“Well, yes. Blitzo broke my heart and now I make my mission to fuck with his life as much as possible…although I didn’t expect the imp to react that way,” Verosika admitted

“You know why he reacted like that? Striker’s been fucking abused in the past you two-bit whore!” Calus growled irritably

“Um…oh…” Verosika’s eyes widened in realization and for the first time Calus saw a little regret cross her face.

“Yeah, Striker was raped by a noble who kept him as a pet and you’re fucking lucky he didn’t kill that incubus,” Calus explained briefly

“I-I didn’t know that” Verosika sheepishly stated averting her gaze

“I wouldn’t expect you to read minds but it’s the fact you didn’t consider the possibility either, as a succubus consent is your whole thing, isn’t it?. Maybe next time you’ll think a little more carefully before playing with someone just for your own personal amusement,” Calus warned before turning to leave with a swish of his long tail. Verosika crossed her arms with a huff because really, she couldn’t argue Calus’s point.

Calus made his way around to the front of the club where he found Striker leaning against Bombproof smoking a cigarette. Calus gave a small sympathetic smile towards the pale imp who was putting on his usual stoic front however Calus could see through it.

“You alright?” Calus asked walking up to stand in front of Striker.

“I’m alright, I-I just hate having that knee jerk reaction! I could tell somethin’ wasn’t right, but…,” Striker admitted trailing off  

“It’s not like you can turn it off, PTSD tends to do that,” Calus stated getting a little closer

“Still…ugh, it doesn’t matter. We goin’ ta get a hotel?” Striker wondered shaking off the feelings from the night.  

“Actually, I’ve got a better idea. I was going to explain over some drinks but seeing as that’s out the window now, just follow me,” Calus suggested making his way to his own hell steed, aurora.

Striker raised an eyebrow in question however didn’t argue he simply crushed out his cigarette on the bottom of his boot then mounted Bombproof to follow Calus. Arriving in the middle of downtown Imp City the duo stopped outside a large complex, leading their steeds into a parking area underground where there was a custom made shed like area with hay. Calus showed Striker where to stash the tack for the hell steeds then closed them in to the spacious shed for the evening before leading Striker to the elevator.

“This is where Ya live?” Striker inquired having put the pieces together

“Yep, in the penthouse on the top floor,” Calus elaborated

“Penthouse, really?” Striker chuckled in disbelief

Calus chuckled back with a nod as the elevator dinged indicating they’d arrived on their floor except it wasn’t just a floor of rooms like the rest instead they stepped out to another, newer looking elevator. Calus pulled a card from his back pocket that he swiped then pressed the singular button on the panel next to the card reader prompting the doors to open on the second elevator. Stepping inside the duo were only in the elevator for a few moments before it opened again revealing a spacious looking open floor concept home. A short entrance way led to an open foyer from which you could go right to an L-shaped hallway, straight into a large living room/dinning room set up or left into a very luxurious kitchen. The place was in the palette of blacks/whites and golds, the furniture was leather, counter tops were granite and the floors were hardwood or tile. Down the L-shaped hallway was two large guest bedrooms and the massive master as well as a communal bathroom and an on-suite in the master.

“How in the nine circles do Ya manage to afford this place?” Striker wondered toeing off his boots

“I saved up plus got this place for a steal, building was going to go under if someone didn’t purchase the penthouse suite thus, I was able to talk down the price and just for kicks building manager threw in the pool/hot tub combo up top as no one was using it,” Calus explained

“Wow, gotta admit this is pretty impressive,” Striker commented with a smirk

“Glad you think so,” Calus chuckled as the duo hung up their jackets before walking into the living room area.

“Why weren’t we stayin’ here when in town?” Striker asked more out of curiosity then anything else.

“I’ve been meaning to invite you here but there just never seemed to be a good time and early on…this place is my safe space, a place I can come back too when needed, you know?” Calus explained taking a seat on his white leather couch.

“I can understand that, regardless this’ll be great for when we’re in town or even nearby,” Striker complimented standing next to where Calus had sat down.

“That’s what I figured might as well cut down on costs right?” Calus agreed with a light huffed laugh

“So…sleeping arrangements goin’ ta be the same?” Striker asked with a smirk and a seductive eyebrow raise.

“Hmm, I don’t see why not. I got a king-sized bed in the master…you wanna see it?” Calus retorted with a seductive smirk.

“Ha-ha, thought Ya never ask,” Striker chortled

Calus returned the chuckle, standing from the couch to lead the way down the L-shaped hallway where the master was located at the very end.    

[filthyslashertoad]

Michael Myers NSFW Alphabet

(CW: NSFW, talk of Michael being vulnerable, Oral, Rough sex, Voyeurism)

I should probably be working on my other requests but I wanna do this.

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Depending on how much Michael trusts you, he will either leave you and go stalk some people/kill them or he will lay next to you till you fall asleep. The latter only happens when he does trust you enough to where he can be around you when he's vulnerable. Also most of the time he won't sleep afterwards since he doesn't usually sleep at all but he doesn't mind watching you sleep instead :).

B=Body Part (Their favorite part of their partner's body)

Is a big fan of your hair(Even if you only have a little). Likes to play with your hair sometimes just because he finds it to be interesting to touch.(Also kinda helps to distract him from anything that's wandering in his mind). But something he loves even more than playing with your hair is when he pulls on it while fucking you from behind, so that he can see your face and hear you moan from how tightly he's pulling on your hair.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

It's very thick and there's a lot of it. Most likely due to him being alone for most of his life and his genetics.

Doesn't care where he cums as long as it's on you.

D=Dirty Secret

He doesn't have any besides one that was just a pure accident. It was late at night when he came home and found you masturbating, this was early in the relationship so he wasn't super sure on how he should react so he just watched you. His hand over time moved down towards his crotch, stroking himself through his pants. Every few minutes he increased his speed till he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled the zipper of his coveralls all the way down, grabbing his dick, squeezing his hand around it before stroking himself. Every time you sped up, he did as well and when you came, he did as well.

He left right after this, too overwhelmed to know what to do. So now it's a secret and he's never gonna tell you this(Not that he will since he doesn't talk)

E= Experience (How much do they have?)

Zero. Unless watching people have sex, then he's the most experienced person in the world.

This isn't a bad thing, it just means that you get to teach him what you like and what feels good.

F= Favorite Position

Doggystyle. It's not because he doesn't want to see your face, he does, it's just that it allows him to pound into you at full speed and makes him feel less vulnerable since you're not staring at him.

If he's tired though, he doesn't mind missionary and even in some rare circumstances he will even let you ride him.

G= Goofy (How are they in the moment? Are they more serious or humorous?)

Very serious, even if he did talk he wouldn't say anything during sex.

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

Nothing down there has been touched in ages, so his pubes are completely unkept.

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

Unless you bring it up to him that you want romance and gentle touches during sex, he will never do anything of the sort and will instead fuck you so roughly that you'll cry and in the morning your legs will burn from how rough he was.

It's not because he hates you. He just doesn't consider the idea that people can be soft and gentle during sex.

J=Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Has done it once or twice just because of pent up stress.

Just like how he is during sex, he isn't gentle at all. Fucking his fist quickly and thrusting his hips into his hand erratically. Is very messy while masturbating, not caring for the mess he would create

Doesn't waste too much time on this so he makes himself cum as quickly as possible.

K=Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Michael's Kinks

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

It's a tie between the floor or the bed, both give him enough space to change between different positions without making it uncomfortable for either of you.

On other occasions he'll fuck you on any surface, this includes. Every. Thing. Even the washing machine, dining table, stairs, front door and even sometimes the window.

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

He has a lot of self control so unless he chooses to get riled up then he will most likely pay no attention to you. But ignoring that...

Get's turned on by you bending over without any pants/underwear on, kissing(specifically heated kisses because he isn't used to physical contact being so intense), pulling on his hair, and you teasing him in anyway, even if it isn't intentional.

N=No (Something they won't do, turn-offs)

Now if we're talking about RZ Michael Myers then I'd say anything having to do with heavy masochism/sadism, he doesn't mind choking or biting but when it get's to the point that either of you could get severely injured then it's an automatic no.

For OG Michael Myers, he has very few turn offs, most of them are things having to do with watersports or DDLG and child roleplay(Though tbh this shouldn't be that surprising, no one should be into these things)

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

For both receiving and giving, he does them for his pleasure and not yours.

Receiving: Being his preferred form of oral, he enjoys when he gets to face fuck you, forcing you to deepthroat him. Enjoying the way you gag from the way his dick hits the back of your throat. This is also when you can probably hear him be the most vocal with his moans.

Giving: Does this mainly due to curiosity and for his own pleasure. Loves hearing how loud you get and the way you grab his hands or pull on his hair when you can't take it anymore. Uses oral as a way to overstimulate you.

P=Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Fast and rough, unless he's tired then he's slower, maybe not sensual though(He doesn't know how to do that yet:(). Has come to realize that he does get to hear you moan more when he goes slower and gets to enjoy the faces you make.

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

Doesn't do them, not because he doesn't want to, it's just that it takes a while for him to cum so a quickie for him wouldn't be that quick.

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

Doesn't receive the adrenaline of risk so anytime he fucks you in a risky area it's just because he wants to fuck you and not that he cares about his surroundings.

Don't be surprised if he fucks you next to a victims corpse, he has no shame or really any morals.

S=Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they usually last?)

On normal days he'll go for about 5 long rounds, max would most likely be 10 rounds(Most being short).

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Doesn't even know toys exist. If you want him to use them on you he'll be really picky with what he wants to use on you.

U=Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Very unfair. Has a lot of self control so he'll go multiple rounds without cumming just to overstimulate you till you cry. Or he'll fuck you so well that your eyes roll to the back of your head and just before you cum he'll pull out and leave to go do something else.

Will also tease you without realizing. Taking his shirt off around you, flexing his muscles, and pressing his body against yours while he grabs something for you.

V=Volume (How loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc.)

Most of the time you can barely hear him, his voice isn't used to making those noises so his moans and groans are hoarse and quiet. But he could totally be louder, you just can't hear him since you're moaning too loud to hear him.

When you do get to hear him, it's the most attractive thing ever, his voice is deep and his moans are uncontrolled.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Has a thing for shower sex and will often climb into the shower with you(You're water bill is very high). It's ok though, due to the water making things slippery he'll go a little bit slower and be more gentle to you. And even with him being gentle in the shower, he will still probably break a few things in your shower.

X=X-Ray

5 inches soft, 6 inches hard. He's girthy with three veins around the sides of his dick.

(Doesn't understand that he's big so your first few attempts at sex are going to be painful)

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

Relatively high, he sees sex as a way to relieve stress without killing people. Some days he'll fuck you 3-4 times a day while on other days you won't even see him around the house.

Z=ZZZ... (How fast do they fall asleep afterward?)

Doesn't fall asleep unless you're already asleep. Though most of the time he won't sleep at all. May just end up leaving to go kill someone.

If you want him to stay with you the whole night all you have to do is play with his hair and kiss him.(Secretly enjoys this.)

[battlemaiden13]

Hi hi! Me again- again.

But I was reading through your asks and thought of something I’d love to hear! How would the yandere boys react to coming over to their crushes house (assuming they haven’t done anything seriously bad yet) and noticing that there’s a strange amount of things dedicated to them. Photos of them, their favourite foods. And the classic plush of them sitting on their bed-

Extra points if they notice one of their clothes they left their on the bed/been used to make a smaller version for the plus-

Sans -Good work getting him out of his room but all of this makes him uncomfortable which yes he knows is hypercritical. A few things here and there would be fine but you two aren’t dating yet so this will lead him into a rabbit hole of thinking something is up with you

Papyrus -Is polite enough to not point it out but it makes him super giddy and it’s clear he is excited about something. Really he is just real happy to see you thinking about him enough for it to influence your life like this. 

Red -Makes him irrationally angry but only because he is embarrassed. Obviously just because he really likes you doesn’t mean he thought you’d like him back this much and it pisses him off. He’s unlovable after all and he will prove it by ruining your shit. 

Edge -He sort of has a, hmm ok sure, reaction to all this stuff and never talks about it again unless he wants to embarrass you. Despite everything Edge is pretty polite so he figures social norms would dictate to ignore all of this, unless he thinks he’s about to be caught or wants to make you squirm. 

Blue -He doesn’t notice, not because it’s not insanely obvious it’s more that he’s like of course they would have a shrine to him. To him this would be the completely normal and acceptable reaction and he wouldn’t expect anything less. 

Orange -He is trying to hide the unsavory parts of himself so he will fain disgust as he imagines normal people would and ask about it. Really he’s sort of thrilled that you like him this much but can’t let that show, depending on your answer he will respond in a way that makes it seem like he could be ok with it or is to scared to leave depending on which he thinks will be more beneficial to him and still stay by your side. 

Berry -Thinks it’s the sweetest thing and is not sure how to react. He ends up gushing about all the memories as he picks up every object and he will not let the plush of himself go. Really he sees nothing wrong with this and suspects nothing. 

Syrup -Actually finds this all very endearing, like it is very cute to him. Obviously he assumes that you are either also broken like him or just obsessive but he really doesn’t mind. Seeing so much of him in your life by your own choice brings him a lot of joy. 

[froggy-frogz]

hey so i was wanting to know if u could do a sdc or bucci gang with an affectionate s/o? either one is fine and can u use gender neutral pronouns pls?

AN: I can totally do both!! Thank you for requesting, I really like doing JJBA :,) Can't wait for Part 6 to come out- Anywayz, you didn't specify if you wanted hcs or not so I just went with hcs, so hope you enjoy!!!

Stardust Crusaders

Jotaro:

- Jotaro's a very emotionally reserved man. There are very few people that he's shown emotion or affection to if any. His mother, his friends, and well, you.

- So when you two started dating, he had to get used to someone who was so dependant on him for love and attention.

- I'm not saying that Jotaro doesn't like showing you attention, because it's quite the opposite!

- Though if you want attention and you're with other people with Joot, he's not going to be so willing. He prefers one-on-one or not at all. The most he'll give you is hand-holding in public, but even then he's hesitant.

- One of his favorite things to do with you behind closed doors is holding you on his lap because let's face it, you're most likely tiny compared to him, and look at him- He's probably so comfy to lay on.

Kakyoin:

- He's not as reserved as Jotaro, and actually prefers that you give him affection in public. Not only does he get to make you happy, but he also gets to send a message to everyone else that you're taken.

- If you let him, and he'll always ask before, he'll gladly braid your hair or give you massages. He's very good with his hands and loves treating you.

- He doesn't mind that you're super affectionate, and he actually prefers it, especially when you two share a bed. He's going to have you pressed against him, his arms around you. Yes, he's not as big or tall as any of the others but you're still a teddy bear for him.

- After the events of Part 3, where he is fine, he's a little traumatized, so he's going to be extra clingy, and whatever affection you give him, he's going to give back to you tenfold.

Polnareff:

- This man, out of the bunch, will be the MOST affectionate. He 6 feet of pure love that he wants to give to you.

- He loves PDA, and will be all smug, even if his friends are disgusted by how lovey-dovey you two are.

- Like Jotaro, he wants you to sit on him, but if you choose to do so, he might get handsy with you.

- Pol does not care in what way you two are touching, but he will always have some sort of grip on you, and not in a bad way! He just loves either holding your hand, having an arm around your shoulder, or having a hand at your hip.

Avdol:

- He, like Polnareff, is very keen on affection. Avdol loves you so much and through his words and actions, he wants to show you just how much he loves you.

- He's not very big of having you on his lap as he finds it a bit uncomfortable as his legs fall asleep pretty quickly, but if you ask him really nicely [or just straight up beg him], he'll cave. After all, you are his sweet spot.

- Avdol isn't the biggest for PDA, but if you want to give him a kiss in public or hold hands, then who is he to tell you no.

- At night as well, he loves to have some sort of hold you. He doesn't have to be pressed up to you, but if you're okay with it, he's just very big on touching you and making sure you're still safe, and with him.

Bucci Gang:

[These are going to be a bit shorter since there are more of them in the Bucci Gang :,)]

Bruno:

- Bruno isn't big on PDA, but he LOVES giving you affection. He doesn't care how clingy or affectionate you are.

- Unless he has to do work for the gang or post part 5, for Giorno. If he's overworking himself though, and you beg him to give you affection or just any sort of attention, he'll probably cave real fast.

- This is Bruno we're talking about, he's probably the softest of the group, and because he is, he's not going to be very good at saying no to most things you ask.

- He prefers to spoon you, but if you want to hold him, he's not going to take much begging.

Abbachio:

- I know, I know, this stone-cold man probably wouldn't like PDA, but I think deep down, he does.

- I personally hc that it's kinda like a 'stick it' to some other certain members of the gang. *cough* Giorno *cough* Maybe cause he's better and has such a loving s/o. Or maybe it's just because he's just too shocked that someone loves him that much to give him so much attention and love.

- He's also very big on cuddling, preferably when it's just you two.

Trish:

- Trish loves PDA, and hell, she's just as affectionate as you.

- She's lost so much in her life, and because of that, she's learned to be thankful for those she does have, so any time that you want to snuggle, or have her hold your hand, she is 100% down for that.

- She loves being spooned by you, and it's a win-win for both of you. She gets to feel safe, loved, and secure and you get to hold her.

Fugo:

- He's going to be a little like Abbachio.

- Not that doesn't mean he doesn't love you or doesn't love the attention that you give him, he just doesn't believe that someone as great as you loves him and wants to show him that.

- So when you finally do get him to give you affection, it's going to start out very slow, you'll have to work you're way up to full-on snuggling with Fugo.

Giorno:

- He's touch starved.

- I mean look at this kid. He has a shitty upbringing and one with very little love or cares for his sake.

- So when you want to love on him, he is 100% down. He doesn't need to beg or ask for it, you don't even need to finish your sentence, he's already by your side, down to do what you want.

- He's not the biggest on PDA though, but he will hold your hand.

Mista

- He's a whore. Okay? He's going to be as equally touchy-feely as you if not more.

- Like Pol and Joot, he's going to have you sit on him, and it's worth it because this man is comfortable as hell. He's like a whole-body pillow.

- Another perk of having a man-whore of a boyfriend is that he's so down for PDA. He'll cover you with kisses, hold you, or your hand, even spank your ass [if you let him, consent matters to him big time]. He also gets a kick from it when it grosses out Abbachio and Fugo.

Narancia:

- Like Giorno, he's going to be so touch starved.

- Please hold him.

- He's pretty big on PDA as well and will be a little childish when giving you kisses. He also loves swinging your hands when he holds it.

- He won't let you sit on his lap, only because you might mush him, though he will cuddle you.

- If you do cuddle him, he's not going to let you go, so good luck going to get up to pee/eat. The only way you're getting out of his clutches is if he gets to come with you or he's asleep.

[bruhstation]

what arvaus thinks of the main/side characters (mostly casa tidmouth-related):

thomas: he’s childish and cheeky, but arvaus loves telling thomas stories or rumours that aren’t written in the sodor’s rumours bulletin board. he does find that his neverending curiosity and tendency to help others endearing, but has a strong feeling that it’ll eventually lead him to something that’ll go outside his expectations, either bad or good.

edward: he knows that the old man is hiding something. the thing that intrigues him the most is that whatever secret edward’s hiding, he doesn’t even want to tell his two closest friends, even with all his spiel about honesty and always smirking at the misery of prideful people. despite edward’s politeness, he figured that he isn’t a big fan of him. wary, even.

henry: his quiet way of speaking and outlandishly positive view on life makes him on arvaus’ list of bearable people. according to his deductions, he might’ve met god???? what. that’s not really a logical reasoning unless proven otherwise, so he strongly believes that the flying kipper accident just messed him up to the point he changed as a person.

gordon: so loud. so boastful. he’s just downright pitiful, but arvaus likes humoring him and agreeing to whatever he says to boost his ego. he wonders what will happen to him once whatever’s left of the gresley line save for him is no more, or if his two closest friends are suddenly gone. because of how shallow he is, he’s more interesting to observe as a case study rather than a person.

james: as insufferable as gordon, as easy to flatter as gordon, yet has the depth that gordon lacks. poor james, arvaus thinks, trying so hard to be someone he isn’t and impressing those that he respects only to always be made fun of. under those false pretenses of bravado and cockiness lies a fragile thing that will melt without its outer shells. arvaus feels sorry for him, yet thinking about how pathetic james is makes him squirm in disgust.

percy: he’s curious about percy’s polaroid camera. about the person, though… on the outside he’s a sweet, obedient, diligent young man. on the inside? mercury inside a thermometer. he’s never spoken to percy privately (he’s always accompanying thomas), but he can sense some kind of bitterness or anger on his face whenever thomas speaks over him, thus making him wonder if he should push percy just to see what’ll happen. just for the giggles.

toby: he once saw toby exiting the local library with huge books in his hands and stacks of photos and files from unknown sources, late at night. then he connects those things with the old man’s quiet, passive personality in the railways. arvaus concludes that toby is either up to something, or trying to prevent something from happening.

duck: now this! this is an extremely fun specimen to dissect. same with the youngest gresley – taking into account duck’s unbreakable attachment to his family which is not seen in gordon – he wonders what will happen to him if his entire lineage vanished, and all that remains are just some old coat and shabby pin. he’s also aware of duck’s ways of handling those who sully the name of his family, and as usual, stays silent about it. combined with duck’s history with diesel and how it affected him, arvaus believes that duck’s psyche is very much worth dichotomizing. around duck, though, he’ll just keep on praising the “great western” way to please him.

donald: arvaus is aware of donald’s… interest in duck, but keeps it to himself. either because it makes him comically uncomfortable, or it’s just him doing his usual thing. nonetheless, he’s more fun to speak to compared to his brother. though arvaus also likes to humor donald by telling him about the things duck likes just to see his reaction.

douglas: just like donald, minus the questionable taste in men and plus the obliviousness. he’s mischievous and friendly as well, and he and his brother are fun to talk to, in an entertaining kind of way. arvaus can’t help but feel that there’s a growing wedge between the two brothers… not that he’s going to say anything, though!

oliver: arvaus doesn’t hold any strong opinions on him, but oliver is bearable to talk to. he thinks that oliver’s different approach in handling things (working hard just to “survive” the bizarre railways, compared to his coworkers that kept fooling around and praying for something to happen) is worth respecting. he hopes that the poor man doesn’t blow up from handling whatever donald’s got going on with duck.

diesel: despite what everyone says about him and his history with duck, arvaus doesn’t hate him. he may lose the ticket to being considered bearable by him, but the fact that despite his plans always thwarted or firing back towards him, his bravery (or should he say audacity?) to stand his ground – despite it being “morally” wrong – is worth pondering. though arvaus decided not to because he thinks diesel is just an annoying weirdo

mavis: he doesn’t get to talk to her often, but finds out that she plays bass during one of their few conversations. mavis reminds arvaus of oliver, but less stoic and seems to have a lot more life to her outside being a railway worker. they seem to share the same distaste towards diesel, something that makes her quite likeable.

lady: nice to talk to! she’s also cheerful and friendly and always looks on the bright side of things. she’s as curious as thomas, yet it appears nothing can truly deter her spirit. she’s more driven by the will to contribute for the greater good rather than doing things just for fun, something that makes her different from thomas. he doesn’t really understand how people would describe her as “peculiar”, though.

d10: wow. this guy is just a freak. talking to him is like placing a cheese grater inside his cochlea. good thing he only saw him once during one of his visits to the scrapyard, hear him talk about how he thinks his role in this world is incredibly low, laugh like a maniac, and then leave.