#maybe I'm too sensitive who knows lmao

[lokidanger]

Everytime around December to January, ever since Loki had suggested it, they've both had their little escapades. After all, it had been enough of hearing Val ramble about his hometown and how nice the beach was that he wanted to see it with him.

He wanted to play this small pretend game where Val would show him these parts of the small town as if it was something new and innovative to Loki, even though he was already aware of those streets. But it was still interesting, as he'd hear some new information he'd never heard before.

“Here I saw the ugliest crab alive”

“Here I tripped and everybody saw it”

“Here I would hide from time to time”

Small little details that were just so unimportant to the grand scheme of things, but it would just bring so much joy to him nonetheless. They would always stop to see everything once again, sometimes someone would recognise Val, talking about how much he'd grown and things like those. Things Loki never paid much attention, but always noticed the vague falter in the smile as some questions were asked.

He never asked, never wanted to pry into things that he wasn't privy to.

One thing the sorcerer always seemed to enjoy though, it was walking through that same street market. See the handmade trinkets, and get the same things on his hair. Those braids with conch shells in them. Loki always thought they fit him, he could probably wear them all throughout his head and he'd look amazing in them, but Val always insisted that doing so would be a "terrible decision". Something something if I turn my head real fast I'd hit myself in the face with them something something. Excuses. When did anyone care about pain over beauty?

Val did... But well, it wasn't a big issue. He could still mess with some of his curls, lightly pull on them so they bounce back.

“You are not very bright.”

Said the God as he continued playing with curls that were not his. He was only met with a curious pout.

“How so?.”

“You could have one single braid with conch shells and the rest be normal braids.”

“But then you wouldn't be playing with my hair like that.”

The answer had come out naturally, a quicker response with lack of thinking of how it had sounded, seeming to have not intended this. As it was obvious by the way he pursed his lips and looked away, trying to avoid the subject now by trying to give another reason as to why he wouldn't change his hairstyle.

The God's green eyes were just focused on his face, surprised, pleasantly surprised at the way he behaved.

The back of his hand raised to the human's cheekbone, and he ever so gently brushed against the skin, feeling the extra bit of warmth on that dark complexion that only got slightly darker.

“I'd still play with it”

“... Good to know”

[toastedclownery]

Fellas I have found that there is possibly a second layer to the god hunt

Me when I remember that Shrike is the protagonist and he's in a group of 4

[mrfoox]

Help, I don't think I've met another person with these many exceptions in their views ajnsnfjskajsjfk

[nothorses]

So I'm thinking of going on low dose T, and ofc I'll get more feedback from doctors when I see them, but I know one of the changes is that you run warmer and have lower heat tolerance, and I'm already kind of heat sensitive (sweating is a sensory ick). Do you or your followers have any kind of coping strategies that have helped with that?

I ran warm before, too, and I'm definitely warmer now! I also have Raynaud's which kind of makes the whole experience a clusterfuck, but that's besides the point. lmao.

I live in a pretty cool/temperate area, so it isn't normally an issue except in the (increasingly horrible) summers, but I've found that the hardest time to stay cool has been at night. I share a bed with my partner who runs even warmer, and it's been 2.5 years of struggling to figure out how to be a comfortable temperature together.

The best advice I can give you is to just stay as far away from synthetic fibers as you can; "sweat wicking" and "cooling" and "athletic" stuff included. It's a lie. They're all plastic, and while they might feel cool to the touch at first, plastic doesn't breathe. It'll trap heat and moisture against your skin after enough time, especially in the form of blankets. (Fuck the Rest Evercool. Worst recommendation I've ever gotten.)

Look for 100% linen, or 100% cotton. I've heard wool also works well, but I haven't had luck with that personally. Woven fabrics are going to be cooler and more breathable than sateen, and waffle weave is like, the single most breathable weave afaik (it's more common in blankets, but some clothes are waffle).

Some of these things can be pretty scratchy at first, and I recommend a couple of washes on a high heat & some fabric softener before you start using them. We were able to break in our waffle blanket super quickly this way! (I know some folks recommend against softener for breathability reasons, but it's the only thing that actually worked for us, and it hasn't impacted breathability). After you break them in, though, cotton and linen fabrics are SUPER soft!

I also recommend staying away from leather. It's natural, but trust me: it's not breathable. It's coveted in outdoor rec spaces BECAUSE it's somewhat waterproof.

Outside of that, I'd really encourage you to lean towards multiple light layers that you can change/remove throughout the day to suit your needs (ex: light tee + fleece + wind/rain layer, maybe throw in a flannel somewhere), instead of one or two heavy ones (ex: shirt + big puffy cold weather jacket). It's a strategy common in the PNW that works great for regulating your temperature when you're dealing with humidity and somewhat unpredictable weather, and imo, it also really translates if you're just generally sensitive to heat and sweat.

Outside of that... depending on where you live, I really recommend having an AC/dehumidifier. Don't bother with trying to rig up a swamp cooler if you're sensitive to sweat- the increased humidity will make things worse. The general advice I heard when researching a good AC was that window units will always be more efficient than portable units (and a mini split is better than either), but if you have to go with a portable unit, go with a dual-hose. They'll be more efficient just because they don't create a vacuum that pulls in warm air from outside. This is the model we settled on- it was really highly recommended and cost effective for what it is, and it's been absolutely fantastic this summer.

Idk how you are about pits, but I wash mine with a benzoyl body wash and then use a deodorant with antiperspirant every day, and I virtually never smell or sweat. 🤷‍♂️ ymmv though

I'm sure folks will have things to add, so check the notes on this post- and good luck!

[chaostroberry1]

Hey how are you? I was wondering if you could have some headcanons for Hermes, Poseidon, Apollo and Loki with a goddess of sadness. She is the tallest of all the goddesses there, measuring almost three meters, she always has a melancholic aura and a quite sensitive, solitary and serious personality but she is kind to the most intimate people in her circle. She adores humanity and used to have a human husband before he tragically died. She is one of the strongest goddesses, when she cries she makes her sadness infect others, making them cry too and feel her pain (it is based on blue diamond from Steven Universe but I don't know if you know her. You don't need to add any more her if she is not to your taste). I'm sorry if it was a bit long, in advance please and thank you!

Oooh the pretty lady?? Im a bit familiar with her. I did my research on Google, I hope I didn't get anything wrong 😭 I'm also not sure if this is an "× reader" or not, so I'm very sorry. You may chat me again if it isn't what you asked for♥

°•Apollo+Hermes+Loki+Poseidon W a goddess of sadness!reader•°

Loki

- Loki and you are literally polar opposites. You both are so different, yet you both ended up being close to each other.

- he's very curious as to why you're so gloomy and emotional. But you are the goddess of sadness, you live up to your title. Literally.

- whenever he pulls pranks or Snickers at jokes, he's always looking towards you and pointing a finger at whoever was unlucky enough to be his target— thinking you'd instantly feel better.

- no, you actually got gloomier.

- but I think he'd take a liking to you. Opposites attract pretty well if I do say so myself. Atleast he has someone (not really) willing to listen to him.

- and about your height, I bet he'd use his floating ability to float towards your face, so he could talk to you more , and os that you don't have to bend down a little to hear him. And yes, he will ignore the fact that you are uncomfortable or not.

- he just yaps and talks about anything basically. Even if you are very quiet. you talk sometimes, only when you really feel like it.

- seeing how you can make people cry just because YOU are crying... its probably super amusing to him. Even if he's also there shedding tears.

-i bet he'd try to make you cry near the unbreakable ones like Thor, Poseidon, Odin, and so on. Just for the fun of it. A little experiment to make sure you're really that strong.

Apollo

- this guy is the perfect ladies man. He knows how to entertain you, he knows how to stop your thoughts from going elsewhere (or maybe stopping you from thinking about something sad. Or else everyone will get affected with your sadness plague.)

- even with your tall height, he still knows how to take care of you. He will find ways. Like when you visit his place, he will make sure you have enough room in the pool of water. He'd also dismiss the nymphs who are staring at your tall figure.

- if y'all are in a relationship, then he's willing to make you atleast a little bit happy. Seeing you cry for the first time was so heartbreaking to see, until it started happening more often.

- well, he learned to embrace it. And now, whenever you cry, he'll just come up to you with his arms open. (Like the "where my hug at?" Typa pose.) and he'll approach you slowly like--

"darling, darling, no need to cry. Let's look to the bright side!"

-- before he makes a tiny lil ball of light in his hands w his photokinesis. If not, he himself would probably blind someone with his light, just to make his statement clear to you. Lmao 😭

- he actually really likes it when you have to bend down a little so you can hear him better. Gives him a better look at your neck, or your chest. And maybe cus he likes the position you're in. (Perv ass)

Hermes

- he's already used to this. But I'm sure he'd find joy in watching your power do its thing to those around you. watching people—especially the most cold blooded gods—cry because of you, is incredible.

- he'd give you praises on your power, and how delightful it was to have such a goddess existing in the realm of divine beings. He'd serve you food and tea, ones that are extra big because of your size and height. Like I can imagine this man carrying a huge ass cup just for you to sip some tea or smth.

- I know you both gossip. He'd be whispering all the stuff he has to know on that day's tea, and you just quietly listen and softly giving your feedback. Y'all would do it in front of the other gods too lmao 😭😭

- your aura combined with his, it's a peculiar combo. But its certainly calming, with his personality and yours, it leaves a weird feeling in the room whenever you two are close.

- you both are pretty chill together tho.

- if you guys were in a relationship, he'd be so understanding and supportive of you. When you enter a battle, he'd probably be behind holding light sticks or something with that small smile he always has.

Poseidon

- now him. He likes your presence. Cus it reminds him a bit of hades. Not the crying part, but more of the calm demeanor you have. You are very soft spoken and it doesn't annoy him.

- you and hades are his only exceptions. Your aura is comforting in a way that soothes his nerves. He's also seen and even felt the sadness you've carried on your shoulders all those years after you beloved died, as well as the burden of other things.

- so he can quite understand you. It must really be difficult dealing with such feelings he learned that after he felt the pain you buried deep into your body when you cried.

- you both are also a peculiar duo combo. I just know most of the gods there ship you both. Loki was the one making the scenerios and fanfics (he's such an ass)

- Poseidon acts like he doesn't care, or is irritated. But in all reality, he doesn't seem to mind. He likes you a lot.

- he's pretty quick to slice someone who makes you cry. He just uses the excuse that he doesn't want to shed tears and all because showing weakness is weak af. But in reality he actually just doesn't want anyone fuckin w you.

- like imagine him saying that showing such weak emotions as a god is pathetic, before seeing you and quickly saying "unless it's completely necessary".

[bapple117]

Figured there was no harm in double checking lol. So… do you think bill is even capable of desiring or wanting sex? Would he just…….. be doing things to people lmao, can anything of his be touched sexually? Also maybe a weird question, but has Doc even felt anything physically like that, being that they have a human body, or no?

Okay I'm gonna be answering this after the jump - fair warning! My answer is 18+, minors DNI, and anyone who feels weird about thinking about the characters in this context just SCROLL AWAY! I'm serious! I'm answering this in a mature way, taking it seriously as an interesting question. I don't want any judgy looks, so I'm giving you ample time to walk away right now... Okay! With that disclaimer said...

So in regards to what I think about canon!Bill - I think he'd have fairly little to no interest in sexual gratification for the most part, given the fact he doesn't have a corporeal form / genitals (that we know of LOL) in his triangle state.

I think he would probably enjoy the psychological aspects of controlling / influencing someone ELSE'S physical experience, though - in a consensual scenario, I imagine he would be the one exclusively doing things to the other person, getting more of a mental satisfaction from it rather than physical. Like, "Huh! Poking you there makes that kinda reaction, does it? Well, this just got interesting!" sort of deal.

I also think gratification via proxy is an interesting concept too, ie, Bill possessing a human and experiencing what they feel through them. I've read fics exploring this idea - both the human being consciously aware of what's going on, with Bill inside their mind feeling the same sensations and controlling them - I think that's as close as canon!Bill would get to experiencing real sexual feeling / gratification.

Obviously there's scope there for a more non-consensual reading of those situations, but I'm not really one for non-con so I won't comment on that.

In regards to fanon!Bill, I think there's more of a spectrum available for exploration, depending on what that version of Bill looks like. I've seen lots of takes on human!Bill (both art and written) that explore him coming to terms with having human sensations / desires in a really interesting and nuanced way, and I think that's a really cool approach. A non-human entity suddenly becoming human and being like "Ew, gross! This body is weird. But... food tastes nice and being touched is fun..." is a trope I greatly enjoy, personally. In regards to MY Bill, as in, the one I am writing in The Theraprist... Hrm. The one I'm writing is going through a lot of character development that isn't present in canon so it's hard to compare, but I think it would involve a mixture of the above with some slight differences. My headcanon is that he has erogenous zones even as a triangle, so any kind of intimacy with him wouldn't look like typical intercourse, but would be possible in a manner of speaking. Maybe his edges are sensitive to being licked, etc etc.

I won't be writing anything sexually explicit IN The Theraprist, but if I were to explore that in a seperate work (maybe a one-shot or something) I would definitely go for that angle (pun intended.) Obviously, if it was happening in the Mindscape... Well. That opens a lot more opportunities. Anything is possible in there... In regards to Bill's past on Earth, times he possessed humans... Well. That's actually something I'm going to allude to in the fic itself, so I'll keep my thoughts on that up my sleeve for now. As for Doc, I think I'll mostly leave that up to reader interpretation, as I wouldn't want to project my own headcanons on to a character who's meant to be a faceless blorbo anyone can insert themselves in as. BuuuuUUUuut if I AM coming at it more from a "this is my original character" point of view, then I'd say that... Yeah I think they've been around. They've been alive for thousands of years and can turn into anything they want - I'm sure they've fooled around with something at SOME point. Not as a human, though - them turning into a human to be Bill's therapist was the first time they had shifted into one, ever. I touched briefly on the whole "getting used to human biology" theme with them here and there, hinting at the potential for more...

Maybe I will explore it more explicitly eventually! Hope that answers your question :)

[kolyubov]

sigma nsfw hcs

Sigma nsfw headcanons! + short scenario.

✧ pairing: Sigma x fem!reader

✧ word count: 1.4k

✧ contents: nsfw, creampie/unprotected sex, praising, brief manhandling, soft!dom sigma.

✧ author's note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG NONNIE 😣😣 I'm veryvery sorry, I'm kissing your forehead as an apology. btw, I'm very shy to post this idk wWHY if this is not the first time I'm writing nsfw lmao.

I'd say Sigma is soft!dom. He can be submissive if you want to, or when he's too tired after a long day of work and lets you take the lead as he lies on the bed, but he prefers to be the one worshiping you and making you feel good while his hands caress every inch of your body.

Definitely was a virgin before meeting you; that doesn't mean he doesn't know what sex is, he probably learned a few things about it and even masturbated before.

Sigma is sensitive— like, you sitting on his lap innocently usually gets him half hard. The feeling of your soft ass against his crotch awakens something in him, and he's a bit ashamed that he gets aroused easily but that's because he loves you so much and his body cannot help but react at your touch.

When he makes out with you, he usually gets too caught up and starts grinding against your body until either of you decides to pull away with flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

Gets turned on by seeing you wearing his shirt and nothing else.

Sometimes he ties his hair up to eat you out because he knows he's going to be at least ten minutes licking your cunt even after you climax (He could keep going for longer but his jaw needs a break). Other times he's too desperate and forgets to put his hair in a bun or a ponytail and you have to hold his hair up for him.

Like I said in this, he likes creampies. Filling you up and seeing how both of your combined fluids slip out of your pussy gives him satisfaction.

He could probably just cum from hearing you call him a “good boy” or telling him that he's “doing so well” with a breathy voice as you ride him.

Making love should be comfortable for both of you; so he's not a big fan of quickies, let alone in risky places where someone could find you engaging in such activities. But, If he's too needy he'll accept you stroking him or sucking him off in his office or somewhere he's sure no one is going to catch you.

Secretly enjoys the hickeys he left on your neck or shoulders even if he denies it and apologizes to you with puppy eyes for it. Sigma knows that anyone who sees those purple or red hues in your skin is going to know that you belong to him.

Also secretly likes the idea of sitting on your lap and nuzzling against the crook of your neck as you wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him and whispering against his ear until he cums all over your palm like a good boy.

Sigma loves you so much inside and out, but if he has to choose a favorite part of your body it'll be your breasts (no matter the size) and your waist. Under a sexual context or not, he likes kneading on those spots.

He doesn't like it rough, but when he's too desperate he'll unintentionally scratch your skin with his pretty lilac nails; could it be your hips, waist, ass, or thighs. Or he’ll force your head to take him deeper if you're sucking him off. (Apologies a lot after and feels bad)

He doesn’t have any favorite positions, as long as he's able to see the pleasure in your face, that's enough for him.

Whimpers and moans, no matter if he's sub or dom, but he bites his lip to hide them, although when he's close to cumming he'll be all loud without even realizing it.

After the sex ends, he likes to stay inside of you as his cock softens before actually pulling out, then he presses kisses all over your face and chest before helping you to stand to take a shower together… which could maybe lead to another round.

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“You're so pretty… My precious girl...” Sigma's hands grip your waist tighter, squeezing your skin as your hips bounce up and down his cock— skin slapping against skin. His head is thrown back against the headboard as pleasure curses his body; your warm walls feel like heaven even if he has already felt it multiple times before.

The room was filled with wet squelching noises and moans that neither of you noticed were escalating louder with each thrust— Luckily, the walls were thick enough so the sounds escaping from the two of you were not heard by other people.

Sigma nuzzles his face in your chest, white and lilac locks of hair tickle your skin as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body and keeping you still with his cock buried inside you.

Both of you —now completely unmoving— were recovering your breaths, panting heavily.

As you run a hand through his hair, making him look up at you, Sigma’s cock twitches. Seeing such a gorgeous woman in front of him; hair messy, lipstick smudged that probably stained his lips as well, hickeys that decorate your neck, shoulders, and chest… How could he not feel like he was in heaven?

“Darling, could you please lie down?” He whispers with heavy breathing, pecking your chin before you slowly pull away from his arms to lie on the mattress.

Sigma smiles softly at the sight, his delicate fingers push away any lock of hair that's covering your pretty red face that he loves so much. Then, he places his hands on your knees, spreading your legs further before sliding his cock inside again, groaning at the tightness surrounding him.

His hips began moving slowly, choosing to admire how your face contoured in pleasure. Butterflies fluttered on his tummy when his eyes met with yours, looking at your pretty lips parted and your perfect breasts jiggling as his hips slammed against yours.

Sigma's heart was beating too fast, not only because of the pleasure of making love with you but also because of his adoration for you.

He notices the way your body squirms and the way your walls contract around his cock— he's good at memorizing things, and the reactions of your body are something he knows very well.

“Are you close, princess?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, wrapping your legs around his hips.

The hand that was on your breast moves to one of your hands, locking your fingers with his and brushing his fingertips over the back of your hand in a soothing way.

You felt loved by his sweet caresses and words— he was so sweet and delicate with you, despite sometimes getting too engrossed in the moment and leaving a couple of marks on your body, but that's just proof of his love for you, so you don't mind.

Sigma's forehead lies against your shoulder, and you can clearly hear his breathy whines as he nears his orgasm. His hand tightens around yours as his thrusts get faster until he eventually stops when the tip of his cock nudges your womb; spurts of white fluid paint your insides.

The moans and whine you let are music to his ears and he'll never get tired of hearing them, it's proof of how good he's making you feel.

“God… Oh my god…” He hisses out, lazily moving his hips back and forth, driving his orgasm longer until you tap his back for him to stop, too stimulated to continue.

Sigma is quick to cup your cheek and press slow and gentle kisses over your face, moving down to your neck and finishing at your chest. His lips tickle you, making you giggle and squirm.

“Hey…” You whine, looking down at his puppy eyes.

“What's wrong, angel?”

“Tickles.”

He snorts, pulling away and placing his hands on the mattress as support before slowly pulling out of you while biting his lower lip, and muffling a moan.

His hands carefully grab your waist, helping you to sit up on the messy bed that feels a little bit too comfortable right now— You want to just lie back and sleep with him in your arms.

“I'm too sleepy to take a shower now…”

Sigma chuckles, pecking your nose before scooping you and carrying you like a damsel in distress. Your protests fall on deaf ears.

“Don't worry, I’ll clean you while you sleep in the bathtub, how does that sound?”

A smile spreads across his face as you nuzzle against his neck and close your eyes— Your expression is so peaceful that he can feel his heartbeat slowing down just from seeing how peaceful you look right now.

Sigma will do anything for you. He loves you so much.

© 2024 pinklacydovey

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

So this is another "my vagina's/vulva's orgasm behaviour is confusing to me" question, but I did not find this explicitly in the faqs. So I have a vagina that js probably pretty standard. I get an orgasm pretty easily when I use a vibrator/massager or similar sex toy. I cannot, however, get myself off using my hands. Neither can my partner. We do fingering, oral or penetrative sex, all of which I enjoy a lot, even though I never (literally never) orgasm if no toy is involved. My partner and I are a bit curious as to why getting an orgasm with a toy is so easy for me, but so far, literally no other technique we tried that doesn't involve a vibrator has worked. I'm always having fun when we're having sex, I don't feel pressured about getting off, and my partner is very attentive and has tried many different things during sex. So my question is: Can you sort of "numb" your clitoris if you use toys too often? I've started masturbating pretty early, but I always used mechanical helpers, for example an electrical toothbrush. And I've been entertaining this weird theory that this has maybe led my nerves to only react to quite strong and strictly repetitive stimulation. But maybe this is ridiculous? Do you know anything about this? Coming due to my partner fingering me or going down on me or maybe even during penetrative sex would be something I'd like very much (and also being able to masturbate without toys would be a practical skill to have) so I'm wondering why this is not working so well. I love your blog btw and I've learned so much reading through your asks! Thank you for taking the time to answer so many questions!

hi anon,

you've actually pretty much nailed it! while you can't numb your clitoris, you can teach your body to respond only to particular types of stimuli - some people find themselves only able to get off in certain positions, for instance, or, as in your case, with a very specific intensity and repetition. vibrators are great for a lot of people who have difficulty with orgasm strictly because they deliver such powerful, consistent stimulation! and that's awesome, but it can also make it difficult for the comparatively weak and unpredictable human body to compare lmao.

I'm super glad that you and your partner are already in a place where you feel secure in the way sex works for you, rather than taking the need for a vibrator as a kind of shortcoming (... no pun intended). I think that puts you in a really good place to start experimenting and trying new things together and have fun doing it!

if you want to learn how to get off minus a vibe, there's really on foolproof solution: get that vibrator out of there. not for solo or partnered sex; from now on it's body parts only. that may mean no orgasm for a while, but it sounds like you already have a really good attitude about that, so I hope that won't be too much of a bummer during the adjustment period!

it may take a while, but what I'm hoping for it giving your body a nice long break deprived of stimulation that intense to help it grow more sensitive to touch from a hand, mouth, or other body parts. don't put too much pressure on yourself to be orgasmic right away; just try out different things, pursue new sensations, and try to be playful and pressure-free. even if it doesn't result in orgasm, I hope it can be a fulfilling and fun experience that lets you learn new things about how you like to be touched and experience sensation.

also, pro tip: if you go long enough without using a vibe there's a very good chance you will, in scientific terms, nut yourself senseless pretty immediately when you reintroduce it, so that's something to look forward to.

[literatureloverx]

Now i'm curious (from how you considered dazai's openness around chuuya "debatable") about how you consider chuuya and dazai's dynamic? I'm not presuming you think their connection isn't important or anything, or that you think dazai doesn't trust chuuya, but i'm interested in how you think dazai's openness around chuuya is debatable. I'm 50/50 on it too tbh, so maybe your analysis can give more insight :D

Sure, dear, let’s dive into it.❤️ This has become a grand analysis + my comments lmao. I hope you enjoy it!❤️

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First of all, it’s important to note that I personally classify Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship as truly meaningful and admirable—but not in a romantic way.

I want to be clear that I don’t see their dynamic as romantic, which is where I differ from many Dazai x Chuuya shippers. This is exactly why this post will be very, VERY long.

Asagiri himself said that he understands where the Dazai x Chuuya ships are coming from and he definitely gets it, but he won’t make the ship canon because he doesn’t want to dishonour/disrespect the original authors.

So it is indeed very kind of the illustrators and the studio to still provide the fandom with “fan service material,” which is on one hand very thoughtful and kind, but on the other hand fuels toxic shippers and feeds their theories, which they accept as absolute facts. (I suppose they make much money from it no matter what they do, so why would they care, right?)

I’m not trying to demoralize anyone or diminish their character shipping preferences. Everyone is entitled to ship whoever they want, and I don’t want this post to come across as a hate post.

However, I don’t view these dynamics (or any ship in BSD) through rose-colored glasses but rather in a more realistic light.

Many ship blogs tend to romanticize nearly anything that fits their perception (and while I often understand where they’re coming from, I find their interpretations naive compared to other logical explanations), but I want to approach this from a perspective that stays as realistic and logical as possible.

So, I kindly ask those who are sensitive about their own opinions and perceptions to consider skipping this post, as I don’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings.

A small reminder: you’re allowed to have your ship and preferences, but please don’t act like they are canon or the ultimate truth, or hate on those who don’t share your opinions. This is truly rude and disrespectful.

Wow, that intro was long, but it needed to be said. Now, let’s dive into it:

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If we brush off the fan-service material of the scenes in Dead Apple (which we still don’t know if it is canon, and those specific scenes aren’t even incorporated into the light novel, I hear? I’m not sure about it, though; I haven’t read the light novel), what remains?

In my humble opinion, there is a great understanding between the two of them on a humane level, but their dynamic is double-edged.

So why did I consider Dazai’s openness around Chuuya "debatable"?

It starts with Dazai’s perspective. I once saw someone write (sadly, I have no idea where; sorry, I’m not good with past experiences and memories) that “Fyodor understands Dazai but doesn’t get him, and Chuuya gets Dazai but doesn’t understand him.”

I believe this thesis to be entirely true. The problem is that while Chuuya gets Dazai but doesn’t understand him, Dazai gets and understands Chuuya very well.

Let us move over to the 15 manga, if I recall correctly (lmao).

There was a scene where Dazai was ready to sacrifice a whole city just for Chuuya to find out his truth about humanity because it was bothering him on such a deep level.

Dazai could understand his feelings very well because he himself is also struggling with his own humanity.

Their dynamic is so meaningful because they are like two halves of an apple.

Dazai struggles with his humanity because he doesn’t feel human (the true reason behind it remains still unclear), but he is physically human.

Chuuya struggles with his humanity because he is physically inhuman, but he is still human with every fibre of his being.

I believe Dazai can see that as well, which leads him to believe that Chuuya is the most humane person he’s ever known.

This is entirely true. Chuuya embodies almost every aspect of a human so perfectly—with visible flaws (he is so gorgeous to me), emotions, impulses… (this aspect could be a whole other post, but I need to stick to the main point right now).

Does it matter that he is physically inhuman?

No, of course not. What truly matters is the inner persona of someone.

That is the exact aspect Dazai is struggling with. He feels empty, he feels inhuman because he lacks all those aspects Chuuya brims with.

I personally see admiration on Dazai’s part because Chuuya embodies the things he lacks perfectly.

We either admire people who are able to do or have the things we cannot, or we’re simply jealous or hateful. In Dazai’s case, he admires Chuuya; he is flabbergasted.

But wait… hate? How does this manifest in Dazai?

Remember how he said that he’s been trying to find a way to kill Chuuya for the past 7 years?

Well, first of all, I don’t believe he genuinely wants Chuuya dead. However, this statement could indeed be true (with Dazai, you never know if it is), because Chuuya embodies everything he is not.

He might have found solace in simply the imagination of getting rid of him, not truly trying to make it a reality. Because we all know—if Dazai wanted to, he would have.

The reason why he doesn’t want Chuuya truly dead? Well, isn’t it obvious? I believe from the bottom of my heart that he cherishes Chuuya. But not in a romantic way, because in the canon context, there is really no evidence of that.

You can find so many clues that suggest their bond is deep, heartfelt, and close. It is so beautiful, truly. Their bond is one of my personal favorites of all BSD relationships.

But the romantic side of it? There truly is none.

This is the common problem here. Just because their bond is very meaningful and deep, people find every opportunity and reason to make a romantic relationship out of those things because we sadly live in a world where meaningful relationships are not appreciated at all but simply put in a box called “romantic & sexual tension” (there speaks the INFJ). Most relationships are multifaceted, people.

However, I’m babbling too much. Let’s dive into Chuuya’s perspective:

Chuuya seems to be more aggressive towards Dazai, clearly and often declaring that he “hates” him. Does he now?

No. I don’t believe that he does.

I believe that he sees through Dazai’s antics and his void of self, which makes me think that he is rather feeling bad for him (compassionately). I know that Chuuya doesn’t seem to be the most empathetic person in all Bungo Stray Dogs universe, but I believe that he actually is quite empathetic; he just doesn’t show it much.

He tolerates Dazai’s unsettling aspects most of the time, even though he is short-tempered.

Speaking of him being short-tempered, this side of him shines even brighter at Dazai’s side. He is much calmer and composed around others.

I believe that this is: first, because he trusts Dazai that he has everything in control so that he can act more freely; second, that Dazai knows exactly how to push him into irritation, which makes him aggressive quite rashly.

I said this before when I described Chuuya’s ideal type, and I’ll say it again: Chuuya doesn’t hate Dazai, but rather the challenges he provides that unsettle him deeply.

Now, I’d like to point out another example: Remember when Chuuya hit Dazai, and Dazai said to him that it hurt and he is only a human too? Chuuya answers coldly, “no one would believe that” (again the 15 manga, I believe?).

This is the solace Dazai seeks from Chuuya. He helps Chuuya to see that he is indeed human and expects the same in return from him, which Chuuya doesn’t provide.

Chuuya, someone Dazai sees as the picture-perfect human, denies him his own humanity. That must hurt really, really bad.

This is exactly what I mean with “Chuuya gets Dazai but doesn’t understand him, while Dazai gets and understands Chuuya.”

Chuuya is unable to provide Dazai with solace because he is so fixed on his worry about the other people dying and struggling that he is unable to see that he hurts Dazai.

Which is ironic because not seeing what is in front of him is again, very Chuuya-like and very humane, after all.

We’re human; we may be impulsive, we make mistakes, we might hurt our friends and families.

And Dazai again is looming in shadows, lying almost dead on the sofa without a care how many people will die, which is again, very inhuman.

So, let me bring in another aspect:

Why did Dazai install a bomb in Chuuya’s car before he left the Port Mafia?

I believe it was his coping mechanism, as always. His cheerful, uncaring attitude he wears like a mask, his desperate attempt to show Chuuya he would’ve loved to get rid of him, but sadly he was lucky—once again. That stupid slug.

Chuuya is someone who Dazai cherishes, maybe not as much as Odasaku or even Atsushi, but he cares deeply for him. (This is initially why I thought that Dazai has a heart of gold, because he is able to cherish so many people so very deeply, and he himself isn’t even really aware of it, which is adorable to me.)

I read somewhere that those two are soulmates, and I believe that to be true also, but as I already said—not in a romantic or sexual way.

Remember when I said that I adore soulmate connections, not only the romantic ones but also the platonic ones? The relationship between Dazai and Chuuya seems to be exactly that to me. I love them and I love them as a duo as well.

So, as an addition, I’d like to speak about their unwavering trust in each other, which is one of the main aspects of their relationship and dynamic. Dazai trusts Chuuya because he knows that Chuuya understands his trust and has already plotted the entire situation with no errors whatsoever. Chuuya needs to play his part in order for Dazai’s plan to work out as intended.

The reason Dazai trusts Chuuya is quite simple: Chuuya is a truly trustworthy person. To work as partners, they need to establish a strong sense of trust, which plays out perfectly. They are both able to forget their quarrels and focus on the job at hand, making them unstoppable together. Chuuya is known for his loyalty; it is his most prominent personality trait. That is why Dazai trusts him so much, knowing that Chuuya also trusts him because he understands that Dazai never fails.

To Chuuya, Dazai is nothing short of a genius—a very strange one, that much is sure. He is well aware that Dazai is depressed and lacks many of the qualities Chuuya possesses naturally, but he doesn’t really judge him for it, as seen in his high tolerance for Dazai’s antics and childish manner.

In summary, their bond is truly admirable, deep, and very important. Please don’t diminish it by confining their relationship to a box of sexual and romantic feelings in a canon sense, as this simply cheapens their dynamic.

Create your ships, write your fanfictions, but please don’t be rude to others who don’t share your perspectives. It’s absolutely fine to disagree with my opinion and interpretation, but please be respectful to me and my dear followers.❤️

Reminder: Chuuya calls Dazai “Dazai”, just like the ADA members, which is his surname. This suggests distance. Dazai calls Chuuya not “Nakahara” which also would be his surname, but “Chuuya”, his given name, which suggests that he might disrespect Chuuya or not take him seriously, since Chuuya is actually older than Dazai. I’m not sure what to think about this fact, so I wanted to mention it but I had no idea what analysis I can make out of this.

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What are the zodiac signs of characters with TNMN? (I don't even know who needs this)

❗❗❗WARNING❗❗❗

Before you read, I want to warn you that this is not canon; I don’t know the true characters and am relying solely on my imagination and reasoning. Also, this is all a joke, and I am not an astrologer, so everything might come off as too stereotypical

Aries - Mia. It seems to me that she is quite firm and stubborn, which is how she got her job as a teacher, and all the children in her lessons clearly sit quietly

She knows how to create a great environment but also maintain discipline

I also think that she is quite active, which should also be present in the teacher

Taurus - Steven. Taurus people are quite patient and resilient, and also practical, which I see in Steven, he seems like a pretty responsible guy

I have a feeling that he is ready for anything in the world, I would trust him with my life

But I think sometimes he is too lazy, no wonder, he has a difficult job

Gemini - Selenne and Elenois. Because they are twins lol

But they are also literally the personification of Gemini as a zodiac sign, because they can be super gloomy and serious and also the life of the party

it seems to me that Selenne is quite serious, and her sister Elenois, on the contrary, is a very cheerful girl

Cancer - Nacha. (because i am cancer hahahahahfhfhf ..... ok, not because of that) Cancers are quite sensitive, with a soft heart and most often with a cute appearance

Many people portray Nacha as a rather emotional and loving mother, but she still knows how to stand up for herself and her daughter

She always valued family and home comfort, it was her little dream (or imposed by society)

Leo - Robertsky....surprised? I think so because of his self-esteem and a phrase from the game

- "I look as handsome as ever"

this guy doesn't feel obligated to anything or anyone, so he answers all the doorman's questions as briefly and confidently as possible

-"Hi."

- "The door."

maybe he was just tired from work.....but i want his self esteem

Virgo - Angus. He looks well-groomed, neat and somewhat of a perfectionist, he clearly remembers your name the first time, Idk why (YEAH YEAH OF COURSE)

His clothes clearly smell very nice and just look at that perfectly slicked hair, a fashionista of those times

They also say that most often the zodiac sign of maniacs is Virgo, and he is a mafioso, which is not very different in my opinion

Angus, in my opinion, is quite cunning and calculating

Libra - Albertsky. He is the only one in this house who wants equality and justice and balance, to which Robertsky fools him and Albertsky washes the dishes again..

He may be a bit indecisive, but life doesn't let him relax, which is why he always has such a scared look

Scorpio - Mclooy. For some reason it seems to me that this resident has a rather difficult character, he comes to visit with a cigarette and looks very cool and daring, which is typical of scorpio

I also think he makes great jokes and in a rather dark way

Often grumbles

Sagittarius - Izaack. A man with fire, enthusiasm and a desire for something new

Most often, he, like any Sagittarius, is very curious, because of which he gets into all sorts of troubles with the risk of DIE but he will definitely achieve his goal, don't doubt him.

I also think that he enjoys a lot of attention from women, even from men, thanks to his humor and charisma

I'm sure he often injured himself while gathering new information for his article, but even while in the hospital, he stayed optimistic and received plenty of gifts and letters from his fans wishing him a speedy recovery

Capricorn - Dr. W. Afton. Capricorns are quite intelligent, active and modest, i see Afton the same way, he looks very smart, but it's not for nothing that his job is a physicist

think this man is pretty cold and not very romantic, but Mia is perfect for him, he needs a woman with fire in her heart LMAO

I wouldn't be surprised if they play chess very often or try to solve a masonic mystery

He also knows how to call you names in a very clever way that you won't even understand

Aquarius - Francis. I know that guys with this zodiac sign often feel overwhelmed by work, as Francis's tired eyes can tell.

Francis seems distant and not very interested in communicating

think he is just very thoughtful, especially after his divorce from his wife, but as always he has no time to be sad, because he has many orders waiting for him (maybe that's why he works so hard)

I also noticed how Aquarius attracts people and dammit! The milkman is known and loved more than anyone else in this game! :oD

Pisces - Margarette. This woman seems to me to be quite kind, empathetic and veeeeery sociable (the neighbors get tired of her conversations)

Thanks to all these qualities, she quickly found friends in these apartments, what is inherent in Pisces. They find friends easily due to their open nature

Very creative, which is useful for working as a seamstress, but i think she is a little unsure of her abilities to create creative clothes as a designer :о(

I'm tired, so I didn't write about all the characters, sorry 🥺

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Okay okay okay i swear pussy steve has been rotting my brain for the past week because imagine Stevie getting fingered for the first time after the serum. Bucky's guilty of sleeping around so i'm sure that he'd had experience that's more than enough to make his baby feel good. Imagine Stevie on the brink of hyperventilating barely minutes after Bucky started to shove his hands under where his soaked underwear stretched across his body. The touch of Bucky's fingers so precise- so overwhelming as it curls up inside of poor ol' Stevie's dripping pussy. I'm sure it takes a lot for Steve not to scream bloody fucking murder when they have sex— not when he loves nothing more than for Bucky to go hard on him. Even with so many warnings from Bucky that he is about to push in, cooing at him, praising him, Steve still always tremble and hold his breath because the mere stretch and heat of Bucky's cock is almost enough for him to fucking burst.

Before we get started, you'll like this art from faun-songs of Steve (I believe in their art the depiction is specifically trans Steve rather than just generally pussy Steve which I've left open to interpretation as trans, intersex, or just, y'know, magic or whatever one might imagine)

Immediately, my mind went sprinting away with pussy Steve so this is related to your prompt but also... I'm just off the fucking rails, clawing at the walls of my enclosure over him, so this is what it is, lmao:

I'd like to imagine that Bucky first discovers how sensitive Steve's cunt is after the serum by accident.

Night fell a few hours ago, curtaining the army's base camp in darkness but not complete silence no matter the considerate quiet hours. They aren't out on mission with the Howlies, nah, of course, not. Naturally, they have to be in the fucking middle of an army camp crawling with soldiers, nurses, commanders, and many more shuffling feet. Privacy a rare commodity. It might be the middle of the night, but war stops for no one, and there are still many people who could find them. Patrolling, trading out, pacing, tending to wounded, anything could bring someone by their tent.

It's not like it's intentional, though. Bucky isn't trying to draw attention to Steve's captain's tent when he finds himself waking.

The distant sound of marching feet is never too distant, but Bucky's grown used to that. So, that couldn't've been what woke him. For once, he wasn't dreaming. And... turning over onto his side, Bucky finds that Steve's asleep, that didn't wake him up either, then. What did th--

Steve's asleep.

Bucky knows because he's lying next to him. Their cots are pushed together into one big bed, entwinded together underneath their regulation bed rolls opened up and spread over their bodies like a thick quilt. Maybe Steve just shifted too much? Bucky sleeps light now, after Azzano, so he wakes up regularly to Steve rolling around like a big log, blissfully unaware of how heavy he is now, practically flattening Bucky with his extensive bulk if shifts too far. That's probably it, Bucky decides. Shutting his eyes to trick himself into falling back to sleep.

After a while, though, he blinks. He stares toward the top of the tent, trying to block out the ringing in his ears, the German chatter, and the sound of buckling restraints. Focus on the camp, Buck, the boots of soldiers, the soft voices of the nurses, and low moans of pain from their patients, he tells himself, not unconvinced his mind is imagining it all. There's no way he should be hearing all that from the other side of camp. But--

Suddenly, his eyes wide in the dark, he's listening to Steve whine under his breath.

Soon, the soft, high sound is drawn out and melted down into panting. Heaving, struggling panting, just a few inches away.

Unthinkingly, Bucky rolls into action, turning over and scooting closer to the body he's sharing his bed with, just like always. This is intimately familiar. It's instincts, guiding Steve so he's on his back and then pressing his own palm flat to his best guy's chest, ready to wake him up and steady his breathing back to normal, staving off an asthma attack, a coughing fit, or anything of the sort, when...

Woah.

Steve is hot.

They had just been brushing before, barely touching in their sleep, but now that his hands are curled around his big, huge fuckin' shoulders, Bucky coughs on his own inhale.

He's so warm! Hot. Boiling, more than his new normal, burning with his shiny, new metabolism and enhanced healing factor. It's not just his shockingly boiling fever, though, rapidly, Bucky senses how he's sweating, too. Another bizarre occurance considering how Steve doesn't sweat much anymore. Not unless he's exherting himself enough to make a dent in his super-sized stamina, and that's only happened after being out in the field. Yet, he's feverish and sweaty now.

Bucky's so caught up in the slick pools of sweat suddenly underneath his hands and the burning of Steve's skin that he almost misses how his big sleeping body arches when Bucky absently reaches up to brush his blonde hair back from his forehead, pressing the back of his hand to the center of his head. While he's at it, nuzzling unconciously into the touch, he makes a murmured, soft sound, his plush lips falling open. Just barely parted. His pillow of a bottom lip looks obscene even in the dim light of midnight. Full and pretty.

Bucky is struck, all over again, by his beauty, but his heart races in another way, too--fuck the serum and what it's done for him thus far, Steve has a fever. He's sick!

His own cheeks are hot because of how Steve looks, skin flushed, sweat catching stray beams of moonlight, emphasizing his chistled face and body where their bedroll blankets have slipped away, but he's sick so he pushes his intense, immediate reaction down.

He's got to fucking--

He's gonna... what can he do? Medical is overwhelmed, but with Steve's status, he should be able to get in, right? Or, wait, there's no way they know anything about the serum, so maybe he should find Howard Stark? What about--

"Mm--mmmmghh," Steve makes another sound, still asleep but lower and moaning this time.

Bucky's brain malfunctions.

Jesus Christ. The way he sounds. That's not a sick sound and his brain runs with it, imagination whirling. It's been a long time, okay? They're on the front fucking lines and his best guy has gotten all fuckin' thick and hunky and--

Snap out of it, c'mon, he mentally shouts at himself.

Bucky's smart. He likes to think he can work quickly, he's interested in mathematics and science, he can keep up and understand what's going on, staying with Steve and Howard no problem, but, in that exact moment in the dark, he's not quick enough to get it before Steve shifts again. Moving through molasses--sleep-slow and syrupy--Steve spreads his legs wide, and Bucky's body falls between his thighs from where he was perched half on top of him.

Oh.

Heat overwhelms Bucky, shocking through him like electricity poured out of a live wire and into his veins. Against his lower belly, Bucky can feel how hot Steve is between his legs. Jesus, he can feel it through his clothes. Boxer shorts and a loose, regulation t-shirt--he doesn't run hot enough to sleep naked like Steve does. Still. Through it, he can feel the unmistakable heat of his cunt.

Humid.

Soaked.

The sound of his throat working, gulping down a sudden influx of spit hits Bucky's ears before he knows he's swallowing. His brain has been brought to a standstill between his ears, melting into a pile of useless mush.

Steve's... Steve's not sick. He's having a wet fucking dream. Bucky has to swallow urgently, not to keep drool in his mouth but to stifle the low, rumbling groan that wants to grit out of him at the thought. His little Stevie, sleeping not-so-soundly, squeezing his thighs together, riding the waves of imagined pleasure until his body is left spilling over, dripping wet.

And, goddamn, lying on top of him, he can feel how wet, truly wet his wet dream is getting.

It's shocking in the most filthy way. Without the chance having come up to find about now, all Bucky has to go off of is the old days, back I'm Brooklyn, a lifetime away, Steve did get wet, it just took a while. It didn't matter, it made it more fun, their hooking up, compared to anything else Bucky had done. It was tantalizing to draw their time out and out and out, waiting however long it took to get Steve wet. It wasn't like this then. Now he's wet.

So wet.

Then, they always had to use more then just Steve's natural slick, some oil or excessive spit or vaseline. Steve told him endlessly, blushing and prickly with his hurt pride, that it wasn't that he wasn't turned on, it was just his stupid fucking body.

Bucky loved that body.

He wanted to draw out every drop of wetness from that body. He wanted to watch from up-close, face between his legs, breathing humid across his cunt, to see it get wetter and pinker and a tiny bit more swollen the longer he was turned on. Mesmerizing. He wanted that body more than he had words for. He wanted, hungrily, to touch him as gently as he needed, his skin just a little more fragile then anyone else Bucky's touched. Not that Steve ever saw it in the same light. But Bucky knows, he still feels it. The hunger. This body isn't better, it's different. Grown. Bucky thinks his want has grown too.

Licking his lips, Bucky's whole body shudders with static. Logically, somewhere in his head, it makes sense that he'd be having wet dreams now. With so many people around, and so many responsibilities as a sudden, new icon, Steve doesn't have the time to take care of himself.

And based on how he holds himself now, it seems like he's also a little freaked out still. The serum dialed everything to eleven. Bucky growls, thinking about, does Steve know what it feels like to touch himself now? Will I be the first one to show him what his body can do? Do I get it? Do I get to have him? I want him.

A feral urge curls tightly around the base of Bucky's cock. Fuck. He's hard. When did he get so hard? How did he get so hard? How did Steve get so wet?

Uncontrollably, Bucky rolls his hips against Steve. It's so hard to hold in his moan. He can't help it. He's there. He's soaked. His legs are spread. Bucky's muscle memory just kicks in.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him, his melted brain urges.

It's harder still to remain soundless when the blankets shift around their bodies as Steve reacts, arching and pressing into his body, and, shit, the scent of him, briny and heated, musky in the most attractive way, wafts to Bucky's nose. There's no stopping it--a low sound punches out of his chest, echoed by Steve's higher mumbling, sleepy moan as his hips twitch and cant up against him, searching for relief from whatever good, soaking dream he's having.

It's torture.

Bucky can feel so fucking intensely how Steve's heady wetness soaks into his cotton boxers, spreading through the fabric and smearing against his skin. Jesus Christ. Bucky's never felt something so erotic, it causes him to ache, like he needs to crawl out of his skin and inside Steve. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. His head drops heavily onto Steve's wide, sculpted chest, sweaty and hot, his heart pounding through his strong ribs, containing his rapid pulse effortlessly.

Either the impact of his head to his chest or the collision of their bodies, hips grinding against hips, wakes Steve up with a startled, LOUD moan.

Bucky hardly has it in his head to slap a hand over Steve's big mouth as dizzy as he is with arousal, swimming through the sticky, hot moment of Steve waking up and immediately curling his mile-long legs around Bucky's waist, holding them together with breath-stealing strength, pressing them tighter together, slotting his pussy right against his cock.

Waking up somehow, impossibly, makes Steve wetter. His muscles coming alive, clenching, rippling, and sending a gush of wetness out of him.

And that's worse.

So much worse, so much wetter.

Bucky's head spins on his shoulders, lighter and heavier than it should be. He can't fucking get a grip on himself. The closest he has is tightening his hand around Steve's mouth. It doesn't do a damn thing, though. Steve's hardly muffled through his palm, moaning again, trying re-process the situation he's woken up into.

He's grinding up against Bucky as if Bucky isn't a grown man splayed across him, his full weight holding him down--his full weight should be holding him down. He's so strong now. God, he's so wet and panting so heavily he might as well be hyperventilating as he rolls his hips sinfully.

Bucky's cock twitches violently in his strangling sleep boxers.

"Shut up," he hisses quietly when Steve doesn't stop. Rolling his hips, whimpering and moaning as he moves like water. Rhythm that should be illegal. It's too hard to stop reciprocating, though, Bucky can't help it, he can't stop, grinding against him, lust caught around him like a vicious boa constrictor. Tightening. Tightening. Killing him.

"MmMmngH," Steve replies, choked, through his clamped-on hand. He's drooling, open-mouthed drooling against his hand, so wet that he's making Bucky wet.

Overflowing.

Despite his supposed warning, Bucky is speared with arousal. Shit. He tries not to respond, knowing he'll just make it worse, but in the same way that he can't not slither a hand down, between their bodies to explore Steve, he can't not talk to his best guy when he's all riled up and reckless, breathing like he's run a marathon, tripping and falling over needy whimpers, "Jesus, baby, you get stuck in a rainstorm or something?"

Against his fingers he's drenched.

Bucky can hardly believe it. Shit. He's never felt anyone so soaked and hot and puffy between their legs. Not Steve or any lady or anyone. Steve must've been dreaming up filth for hours to get like this, right? Could it be the serum turning him into a honey pot, hot and sticky?

Bucky swears him can feel the throb of his heart in his cunt.

Ohhh, Lord.

Despite his best efforts, a throaty groan comes tumbling out of Bucky as he rubs his fingertips up and down his slick vulva, diving between his lips. Just to tease while Steve chokes on his tongue, gasping, Bucky murmurs, "must've been a hell of a dream, huh?" Bucky keeps his voice low. He can barely hear himself over the commotion Steve's making, but Steve doesn't seem to have that problem. Or any problem, seeing as he's still working up a racket.

Gasping.

Moaning.

Keening.

Groaning.

Sighing.

Every touch elicits a slew of obscene noises both exhaled from Steve's lungs, falling out of his lips, and from the lips between his legs, slick, slick sounds of his fingers drowning, rubbing against his pussy.

Steve nods fervently, answering his question with everything he has, whining low in his throat, tilting his whole pelvis up, arching for more. Then, sputtering worse when Bucky just keeps sliding his fingertips up and down, up and down, up and down his pussy, spreading all that pouring wetness around, not touching his clit directly but teasing the legs of it on either side of his slick sex, dragging his blunt nails against the little dip of his urethra and feeling the way his entire body jerks hard in pleasure.

He's practically fucking convulsing underneath Bucky. It's unbearbly erotic. The way he reacts.

Despite knowing better, they're gonna fucking get in trouble, he asks huskily, "it was about me, wasn't it?" smiling with dimples, taking his hand away from his mouth for just long enough that--

"Uh-huh!" Steve moans, his sound unmistakable as anything but what it is. A cry of agonizing pleasure. Already, Bucky can see that his lips are swollen and raw from all the biting and drooling and muffling.

He's unfair. Sex on legs. Not on legs, though, not anytime soon with the way his thighs are quivering, muscles tensing, goosebumps painting his skin.

"Shh," Bucky hisses back, half-hearted. He's occupied, c'mon. Barely remembering to seal his hand back over that troublesome mouth.

Slick. Hot. Slick. Hot. Slick. Hot. Slick. Hot. Slick. Hot. Slick. Hot. Sl--its the only damn thing he can think about as he plays with him. Until, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he can't take the teasing anymore himself. He has to put his fingers inside him.

So.

He does.

He stops teasing and fucking goes for it, plunging inside his tight little cunt, he knows Steve likes it a rough. He did, at least.

He does.

He likes it rough now, too, and Bucky fucking knows it by how Steve mewls like a cat. It's unbelievable how sliding his first finger into his pussy, just rough enough, stroking, petting, teasing in and out of his slippery, tight body, makes him mewl. His reaction is so hot that it causes Bucky's heart stops for a full five seconds, he's swears to God.

Steve chokes when Bucky adds another, pressing his hand close to Steve's quivering, flushed body, making sure the heel of his hand is against his clit the whole time he works his fingers inside. Steve whines, nearly flailing, spreading his legs wide, then abruptly squeezing so tight around Bucky's waist as he crooks two fingers inside him until he's sure he'll have bruises at his hips from Steve's thighs.

He curls his fingers inside his cunt more and more, again and again, feeling the way he clenches and thuds and feeling faint. He's velvet. Hot, wet, tight velvet. Heaven on his fingers.

Steve's breathing is so uneven it makes Bucky even more crazed. Against his palm, Steve's breath is heavy and humid, making his hand sweaty. Bucky wants to dive into his mouth.

"It was about me," Bucky's mouth hypocritically runs, trying to keep himself from tearing Steve apart, launching himself into his mouth, his pussy, his fucking anything, he makes him that crazy. He just needs and outlet, he can't keep it all in or he'll explode. "I just fucking know it, honey," he croons quietly, "what about me, though, babydoll?"

Steve keens, too far gone to answer with words. Not that Bucky's hand across his face helps.

"Was it my fingers, just like this? Just like this. Yeah, we're you dreaming about my fingers in you, fucking in and out of you until you drip down my wrists, hm? Trying to sit still when I finger you and not being able to. Christ, Stevie, look at you now. Like this. You're a mess, squirming all over. Did it feel this good in your dreams, or is the real thing better?" The words come out in a rush, a rush like the waterfall between Steve's legs. He doesn't know what he's saying but it doesn't matter when it makes Steve wetter.

Steve quivers, Bucky's not sure if he's shaking his head or not with how he's convulsing--asked about if he was dreaming of his fingers. Hell, he's not sure if Steve can hear him or not. He might be just too overwhelmed to process anything.

Brain broke.

Bucky is a runaway train, just as obscenely broken.

"What about my cock, then? We're you dreaming of being stuffed nice and full? Stretching you out like you need? Makin' your belly bulge? Did I have you on our bed," he's talking about their bed back home, but he could be talking this bed now. He's this close to snapping and snapping him in half, fucking him with abandon, "or how about the map table? Was I fucking you over it, getting myself soaked in you? Just knowing next time we have a meeting you'll be ruining your pretty little dress blues?"

Steve started out wet. Soaking. Now he's that and worse. He keeps rippling around his fingers, clenching down, riding his hand; he keeps making sounds behind Bucky's palm and everyone in this camp is gonna know what's going on in their tent under their blankets unless they fucking do something about this.

Something, anything but stopping.

Bucky isn't gonna give this up.

So, as the only one with a functioning brain around here, he hits two birds with one stone. He frees himself from his underwear--still murmuring about all the things he can do to Steve with his cock all the while--shimmying out of them under the covers, only to ball them up in one fist, leaving Steve to modulate his own sounds for one single fucking second, damn near biting through his lip, and still noisy as hell. It had to be that hand because Lord knows if Bucky look his hand off of--out of his pussy he'd go mad with it and make the troops think someone was getting murdered in here. Unable to stand not being pleasured for a second when it's so intense and so good.

Frantically, Bucky stuffs his wadded up boxers into Steve's mouth, all too easily prying his jaw open just in time for one powerful fucking groan before he's remuffled.

Bucky knows Steve can smell his arousal on those fucking boxers. He knows Steve can taste it. He knows because Steve's eyes roll so far back into his head and... with all those noises, all that face, and those clenching, rippling muscles inside his pussy, he cums violently around his fingers.

Bucky's mind whites out.

He just--

Oh, Lord.

He's still cumming when Bucky gets his shaky knees under himself, lines up, and pushes into him. He's so thick that Steve's pussy lips spread and press to the insides of his thighs, achingly stuffed, making Steve lose it all over again.

Shrieking behind the fat wad of underwear stuffed into his mouth.

Immediately, Bucky has to slap his hand back over Steve's mouth to muffle him more. He's still whining. Moaning. Choking. Fuck, his big, fuck-dumb blond even keeps making these wet suction noises too, dirty, as if he's trying to lick and lap and swallow down Bucky's pre-cum alongside his own wetness that soaked into Bucky's boxers when he was still wearing them. Not naked and inside him. Deep in him, grinding and rocking and carving into his tightness.

It's fucking pornographic.

He's pornographic. Stupid hot and wet and tight as Bucky puuuullls out and shoves back in. Again. Again. Again. He slams into him and listens to Stevie go wild underneath him. Grabbing him--clawing at him. Arching his back. Making all kinds of barely muffled sounds. Shaking everywhere. Maybe still cumming, maybe cumming again.

"God, how about my tongue?" Bucky can't let those dreams go, he's gotta know, he's gonna make Steve tell him later. Draw it out of him word by work until he's a puddle of blushing and trembling muscles. But for now, when he'd be screaming if Bucky let him, he settles for his own whispered, filthy theories, "I know how you like it, sweetheart. You like my whole face up there, against you, fucking your sweet cunt with my tongue, drinking you up. Shit, I think you'd drown me right now. I'd die happy, though, darlin', between your legs, licking until you squirt on me... was that it, baby? Were you riding my face and squirting all over me in your dreams, marking me up, getting me just as wet as you are?"

"W-was I even touching you in your dirty little dreams? Was I just watching you work, honey? Sitting back, taking you in while you squirm and ride my pillow, hm? Dragging it, wetting it between those pretty legs until I wanna fucking tear into it. I'd fucking lick you off it if I could, baby, I'd watch you squirm all over and then stuff my face it and fist my cock to it. I love your fucking cunt, baby. God, I really do. I'd let you tie me down and use me anyway you want so long as I get at that little fuckin' pussy. 'S heaven, baby, I swear. Fuckin' can't fucking handle it, I'm gonna, Jesus, I wanna--"

Steve is a vision. A smear of paint across a canvas. Bucky wants more. He wants to push him higher, harder, he can feel how badly he wants it, squeezing his dick, he doesn't wanna let him go, he wants to keep cumming and cumming on his cock. He can't tell if it's the same orgasm or more, multiple of them. It doesn't matter which. It's too hot.

Bucky is gritting his teeth until his jaw aches, keeping himself off the cliffs edgy with all he has. He can't cum yet. Steve needs more still. He wants to ruin him.

Bucky can't talk anymore. He can't take it anymore. He's too much.

[vermilionsun]

lmao i’m the one who requested the mouse hybrid thing that was funny asf 💀 tysm for answering the request!! but i have another idea, what if the mouse found its way into veres place? like he comes home one day sees the little fucker scurrying on his desk (maybe its really a cursed human 👀 but that's a bit of a stretch its up to u)

Hi agaain !! I'm glad you liked it :)) I love the way your mind works 👏

Disclaimer! MC/mouse hybrid is mentioned with both They/Them and It/Its

✦ Not amused AT ALL

✦ When he entered his room after a l o n g day, the little shit was squeaking as it ran on his desk without a care in the world, messing his stuff up

✦ Absolutely furious as he walks over and quickly snatches the small mouse. He could swear he’d been hearing the squeak for days, following him, but this… was a step too far.

✦ “I swear, mouse…” He grumbled, holding the mouse with a tight grip. He brought it close to his face, glowering at it. "You think you can just come into my space and wreak havoc? Do you know how many times I’ve heard that squeak? The mouse squirmed in his grasp, desperately trying to break free, but he held on tight.

✦ “It's time you learned your place." With that, he opened his mouth and held the mouse above it, causing it to freeze in place. After a moment of tense silence, the little thing let out a tiny squeak of surrender. "That's what I thought," Vere muttered, setting the mouse down on the desk, his hand just resting on top of it. "Now stay out of my way."

✦ Taking a deep breath, he began to tidy up his desk. “I swear you’ve been following me everywhere I go, you little pest.” He leaned down, almost getting a bit too close to the mouse as he did. “And now... you’re in my room.”

✦ Vere tried his best to ignore the fact that the mouse was still there, watching him intently. He was caught completely off guard as the fucker leaped at him. “Of course,” he mumbled in annoyance as he hesitantly reached up for the mouse that settled itself in his hair. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

✦ Vere tried several different ways to get the mouse out of his hair, but it just wouldn’t budge. It was ridiculous, the little thing was treating him like a damn chair and he had no idea how to deal with it.

✦ Yes, it stayed there. If you’d told Vere the previous day, he’d slit your throat but here he was now, basically cuddling with the damn mouse even somewhat enjoying the feeling of its soft fur against his head

What if the mouse was a cursed human?

✦ Damn, you really know how to make a man feel guilty 

✦ Was that the case, his “very sensitive nose” would have picked up on that

✦ Pokes at it and talks to it when alone, conducting his own little research. He knew he was acting stupid, but his nose was never EVER wrong. Plus, he’s not that old for his senses start malfunctioning unlike *cough cough cough*

✦ Maybe it’s one wrong move that sets it off or maybe the sun rises likewise one day. Perhaps the curse gets broken sometime, somehow and boom! Vere is left without a mouse, but with a human

✦ It was too quiet, too... still. That was his first clue that something was off. The constant squeaking was gone, and suddenly he was left feeling rather... lonely? He wasn’t attached! Still drowsy and a bit out of it, it takes him a bit to notice— oh…

✦ Uncharacteristically enthusiastic if he’s right

✦ Buuuuuuuut that’d also mean they messed up his shit intentionally

✦ The urge to feed it to a bird or snap it like a twig increased dramatically.

[eldritch-spouse]

Anon who asked for an S/O who mimics Breg's chirping is backkkk

Surrounding vocalizations... again. I have vocal stims that vary, but often sounds like a creature vocalizing. Chirps, trills, whines. Depends on my mood. (Thanks tism)

How would Breg react to an S/O who did that almost subconsciously based on their mood? I can imagine him hearing it, being confused briefly, before 'interpreting' the sounds and trying to help out lmao

[Anon, I don't have the tism (that I know of, at least) and I constantly pop my lips, click my tongue and whistle when I'm comfortable. 🤝]

Breg himself has many involuntary vocalizations, as you probably took notice of already. In moments of great focus, you might still hear the ghost of a trill or growl coming from him, and unlike many other monsters, Breg doesn't try to hide his other impulse vocalizations for the sake of acting ""normal"" like plenty of societies demand monsters do.

When he hears you doing your own chirps and clicks, he doesn't actually think too much about it. It's normal to him, he just didn't know humans did it too! That's awesome, maybe you and him are not so different. That idea kind of falters when he makes a reply noise at you and you don't immediately return it. A bit odd, maybe you don't respond to him because your brain doesn't recognize him as kin, and that saddens Breg a little.

Eitherway, breeder vocalizations are very pitch and rhythm sensitive, so Breg can interpret your noises as a plethora of different things. Sometimes it's just a "Hey." or "I'm satisfied."/"I see you.", other times it can be "I have located prey." and that one has him rushing to your side.

Whining is almost never a content noise for breeders, so he's hovering around you trying to understand what the source of the discomfort is. There's a chance he'll start body checking you for wounds, before finally giving up and asking you, feeling like he failed as a partner for not immediately noticing.

[lillysilvermoon]

Which Feminine Energy do you have?

Pile 1

You are in the light feminine spectrum, you have a very gentile, loving and nurturing energy, but it's actually well balanced!! You see, we have both feminine and masculine energy, and both of yours are in the light feminine. This means even when you have to be more rational or do some job or be put in a situation where you need to be in you Yang side, your femininity still shines. You are very connected with your emotions, intuition and spiritual side. You can be someone very sensitive depending what happens maybe you can have the need to walk away and never comeback mood, when you are putted in a place with too much hostility you probably have a hard time standing up for your self, since you are well balanced you would try to find a common ground to get through the work without engaging in any kind of competition. In the other hand, when you get attached or harassed by others you can - and will - indeed defend your beliefs, because your feminine and masculine are balanced you would be defensive, assertive and determined not to just defend what you believe and care for but to pursue your dreams and goals. I just heard "fiercely kind". You have this ability, some can even envy it, to defend what you believe with a lot of classy and calmness. Some of you probably like arts, like painting, drawing, playing instruments (and you don't have to be perfect or super good, you just enjoy it, like some hobby of y'all). You have a innocent look and charming vibes, and a very diplomatic personality. Most of you probably are The Mediator of the group and have a very child like personality

Y'all also attract a lot of sexual attention especially from men but most of you are shy and need someone who makes you feel safe to let your spontaneous side appear.

Since you are well balanced you probably have a dreamy looks - and can be a day dreamer sometimes - you are very warm and grounding, you are not afraid of be vulnerable and this authenticity together with your vulnerability makes other lower their guards. You do no game, you a very emotional available person.

Signs: full moon, water signs (scorpio, pisces and cancer), virgo, air and fire placements are important, 5, 555, 222, 5555

Pile 2

It's 222 right now lmao maybe it's a important angel number for someone here BUT let's get into your reading, shall we?

Well, your feminine energy is very free, one of your cards was 2 of Wands and the world, definitely a free spirit. You like to travel over the sea, see new places and meet new people, very extroverted energy. You know I just thought about the Gamine archetype, and there is this phrase of Princess Diana "I don't go by the rule book... I leas from the heart not head", isn't that you don't respect legal rules or anything, but you have a certainly disregard for protocol and social rules or what people call "socially acceptable", you do what you want just following your heart, just heard the phrase from Pocahontas "she goes wherever the wind takes her". Your feminine energy is very free, you do what you think is correctly regards if others approve or not. You probably will manage to have some youthful charm even with adulthood. You captivate others by your sense of humor. You have an unselfconscious sensual side and lightness that enthralls. You are receptive, compassionate and simply free.

Signs: fire signs (Leo, aries and sagittarius), cancer, financial problems, travel, 2222, 333, 444, 222, travels, ocean.

Pile 3

I don't even finished shuffling the cards and just heard "boss b*itch" and "don't take sh*it from anyone" guess we have our boss girl pile🤣. Okay I finished shuffling the cards and also heard "charming personality" and "luxurious" soooooo let's get started I'm excited. First you clearly have very strong personality, you stand up for yourself and speak your truth, you definitely don't like injustice and you fight for what's right, you definitely are in the Boss archetype (but I will talk about this later). You like to experience life, trade over seas, and probably would get involved in long distance relationships or holidays romances. Mix of beauty and brains, but with a touch of hearts, because you have a very emotional and romantic side, but is not everyone here ( actually for this Pile I think it's a VERY small group). You have a very confident aura, you like to move and planning forward to see your hard work paying off.

When a successful man meets you is like perfect match. Y'all are SO GIRL BOSS I CAN'T- really, most of you strive for success and power, your work and knowledge are very important to you, very goal oriented and honestly? You don't really need anyone, very independent, so when a man senses this, that you don't fundamentally needs him, you will ignite his instincts to chase and conquer (I'm SMILING here y'all are so damn good at this, please share your tips with us 🤣🤣). But you know what is funny? You probably thrive well in Male environments, most likely enjoy conversations about business or political stuff, but you have a very emotional side, you deal with your emotions in a very private away and don't like to share with others. But with the people you trust, you can be very sweet and sensitive. Besides, you a very romantic side. I just saw a imagine in my minds eye of a woman laying on her (very fancy) sofa in a living room (y'all know this kind of minimalist rich decoration? It's like this) reading a romance.

You also have a very luxurious personality, you like fancy stuff and care a lot about your appearance.

Signs: libra, Taurus, 1, pearl necklace, tiffany's, 1111, 66, 33, 5.

Pile 4

Like pile 1 you a very light feminine side, but while pile 1 is well balanced you let your heart rule over your heart (this means you have very feminine energy but are imbalanced) but let's see. You probably have been given too much without receive nothing in return. Maybe you feel overly sensitive, needy and emotionally exhausted. BUT, you are more than capable of overcome this, you see, since you are very connected with your heart and have a very kind, compassionate nature, it's easier for you to fall of track, but you have a courageous heart, you are not afraid of moving on of people or situations and do the work to progress, you also may like to travel and have a tendency to holiday romance like our friend 3. You have a tendency to go inwards and do self reflection (which helps you back to balance with your femininity). You have a very nurturing, maternal and kind nature, some kind of unaffected charm you know? It's the simple things, the sparkle in your eyes, the away you move your hands or your voice that makes others fall for you.

Signs: new moon, Taurus and libra placements are important, 555, 33333, 444.

Here it is♡ I hope y'all liked, I had SO MUCH fun doing this reading and hope you enjoy it. See you soon, lots of love.

- Lia

[serpenndragon]

Ok hear me out on this idea qsmp skephaloers I'm talking to you

I've had this fic idea for YEARS. like. actual years since the dsmp days and I'm obsessed

Ok so. I am in awe I havent really seen content of this idea at all but the TLDR is that one day the CCs wake up as their characters, on the island, eggs (which are baby dragons) and all And I don't just mean "woah omg the qsmp is real we're our characters" I mean like. Shock. Body Horror. Parental responsibilities put on these people they never expected to have, forms features and instincts they have to get used to. Phil, Quackity, Baghera, Jaiden? Hva eto get used to having feathers and other birdisms, but they have the easiest out of all the members who werent just mostly humanoid, Bad, Bagi, and Foolish for example? Have newly aqquired teeth claws strange anatomy and all sorts of other wackadoodle stuff O_o

This fic would be verrrrryyy skephalo centric, Skeppy is at his motel with Jr and eventually Puffy, that must have been a shocker lmao

I've actually sketched out a lot for this idea (specifically Bad's pov waking up and a bit of Skeppy's pov) hold on

blurgg as you can see very roug but hopefully it makes sense kinda ??? maybe ????

More ideas for this I rambled about:

I feel like bad and the other islanders would be working on stuff/trying to figure shit out while Puffy and Skeppy (and jr) were all trying to find if anyone else they knew was around Bad would claim he somehow "felt" Skeppy was somewhere (which is his demon soulbond he has with Skeppy, it's not just a normal feeling cough cough) and Skeppy would be convinced Bad HAD to be around also because Jr and Puffy were there, they were their characters, the fictional kid he had with Bad was with him so he just had to be Quackity and the other admins would ofc not be the gatekeeping overlords of the island and actively work to figure shit out, including using the train system and seeing if anyone else they knew was around I have an idea that they'd send people out from the island, (like maybe group members who havent met skeppy before) who find Skeppy/jr/puffy, and realize who they are Bad would have stayed on the island because of his protectiveness over the eggs (thanks demon instincts) and couldnt leave them, and they figured he'd be the best bet to keep them safe anyways, + he was losing hope that his "feeling" that skeppy was around was real and just delusion that is UNTIL the other islanders come back with a new few people ermmm shocked teary reunion when

Aaaaaand I actually sketches this out too woah (this is one I wanna clean up for SURE bc omg

ANYWAYSSS you gotta get on board with this one I'm sooo so normal abt it

aughh more ideas:

- the other islanders dont know what skeppy and bad's deal is LOL half of them think theyre boyfriends (and for drama purposes, in this they are not officially yet but by god are they obvious) - Bad semi flipping the FUDGE out because his demon features are a LOT to get used to and he has instincts he has to repress and just lots of silly stuff. like why is he so pissed Skeppy's taking food from somebody else? Why does he feel like Dapper and the other eggs need to stay close to him at all times/ride on his back? Instead of his regular nervous bbh sounds he makes inhuman garbles and growls which is new, not to menation the mountainload of other things like his anatomy and going from a warm to cold blooded creature LOL his eyesight is also different and he's sensitive to light - Skeppy and Bad have like. actual children now which is a huge fucking deal hello??? They gotta navigate and talk that shit out because jr is like a 5 year old and Dapper + the other eggs while still being the admins are baby dragons O_o They went through crazy changes as well, being a baby animal comes with having baby behavior despite their intelligence - Besides ALL THAT after being overjoyed with seeing eachother again, Skep and Bad have like a little argument over Bad refusing to see skeppy as frequently as he promised to which Bad is like "are u rlly worried about that right now look around you" ermmm a little beef there but they figure it out dw

- hmmm idea what if everyone realizes that the code entity is not an admin, and is a real thing tryuing to kill them maybe (?) omg maybe - Skeppy gets to meet all teh babies!!! I have a feeling he'd get along with the eggs great but also maybe have a small rivalry with a few of them?? lol in a silly way - Islanders find more about themselves and the things they can do yay! Like ppl with wings learn to fly, ppl learn their weapons, magic users start to learn magic and they all decided to learn asl for the eggs - lotssss of angst these motherfuckers are still so confused and miss their regular lives despite the incredible and odd situation theyre in - islanders are still confused on what skeppy and bad's deal is like. they have kids they live together and dont leave eachother's sides prettymuch and go to eachother for comfort primarily - Bad and Skeppy disregard remarks and questions about their relationship THIS IS THEM CENTRIC ALWAYS N FOREVER… - skephalo need to have "the talk", bad needs to face his insecurities and skeppy needs to face his sexuality crisis

silly dads with their silly kids (real) this sketch is kinda old but I wanna clean it up sometime maybe and it fits with this idea very much WRITERS HIII If someone with qsmp knowledge is interested in maybe collabing with me to bring this idea to life please do hmu

IM GOING TO EXPLODE SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME U GET ME WITH THIS ONE aughh also I want to yap about this so bad

PLEASE ask any questions u have, my response box is open and you're welcome to in the comments to!! Or dms idc

AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! am I crazy or no

If you've read this far you are a real one anyways live laugh love skephalo

[nighttime-horrors]

Hi hello!! I hope you're having a good day/night, whatever the hell time it is when you see this lmao. Anyways, I have a (maybe) strange request? I was wondering if I could request HABIT with a sensitive goth reader? Like they cry easily and just he eats it up, especially when their makeup runs. If not, obviously no worries!! Also sorry if you've done a request similar to this or something and I just was too blind to see it lol. Thanks!! 🖤

☼︎ Crybaby Goth S/O ☼︎

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff; Gender Neutral Reader; No Use of (Y/N); Short headcanons; SFW

⊹ฺ Note: I'm sorry if this is short, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, haha! But as a goth crybaby with a boyfriend that (lovingly) thinks I'm pretty when I cry, I got so excited to write this, haha! I hope you enjoy!! <3

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⊹ฺ Oh, he loves it!

→ His sweet little bunny who looks all intimidating to others but he can actually make you cry without even trying? He eats that shit up!!

⊹ฺ Purposefully masks any teasing tone his words could have just to see you tear up.

→ He's mean about it, but he is also fairly quick to correct himself and make sure you know you're cared about.

⊹ฺ Loves smudging your makeup!!

→ Whether it's because he made you cry and your eye makeup is running (alternately, making visible tear tracks through your foundation) or smudging your lipstick (even if it's matte, he finds a way), he loves it!

→ Messing up your eye makeup is easy, but loves running his thumb over your bottom lip, sometimes shoves his thumb in your mouth to make sure it smears. (Not related to being a crybaby, but I had to. <3)

⊹ฺ Sets up little pranks if you scare easy, that way you have no choice but you run into his arms.

⊹ฺ The itty bittiest part of him feels bad when he sees you tearing up or crying if it's his fault.

⊹ฺ He doesn't always try finding a way to help you calm down as much as he does just let you cry or find ways to make you cry harder.

⊹ฺ He always tells you how pretty you are when you cry. He can't help himself. You might get huffy or embarrassed, but he does not care.

→ Goes into detail about how shiny the tears make your eyes and how the makeup and tears just accentuate the color of your eyes.