#sinday trauma

[ask-rk900]

After months on end, possibly years of minimal or no social interaction, he decided it was about time to admit his flaws, shortcomings and overall failures that led to this.

"I loved him, and I don't think he never once told me he felt the same.. I did everything I could to show him how much I cared, how much he meant to me.. I had finally started to let my guard down around a person, because I thought I could trust him. I stupidly thought that he felt the same.. but he suddenly decided to abandon me.. and he didn't even give me a reason. Just that I wasn't good enough for him.. I was never enough... even if I trusted him, loved him and was willing to put myself aside just to be with him...."

Nothing he did was good enough. It never would be. He was NEVER enough for him.

"I was just stupid enough to think that I might mean something to another person... even when I know I am unworthy..."

[angie-long-legs]

thinking about these frames 🫠

[felinoir-a]

as much as i want fe to be wildly kinky, i just ... don't think she is. power exchange dynamics, bondage, blindfolding, pinning her down, even so much as grabbing her wrists is enough to trigger a ptsd episode.

[voxvulgi]

life update:

also you can donate to the medical aid for palestinians society here

[helreginn]

@nixalegos asked:

Send me a “OH MY!” for your muse to accidently walk in on my muse naked.

The tenuous nature of their... companionship only worked to devastate and embarrass the watcher caught in a vulnerable moment between hunting garb and formal dress. She languished 'neath the awareness that her raiments were all of an arms width away.

Donning them then would not salvage this innopportune moment.

Time was, Helya would not have minded prying eyes on flesh carved masterfully in ivory. But this was not then. This was a shameful and wretched way to be found. Witnessed.

The breath stammered in her throat as her hands rushed to cover what little she could.

He had come unexpectedly. In the home made to fit a Titan. She was large. Unmissable, no matter how she cowered beneath his gaze.

She seemed to struggle with words or even action. But finally, as she swallowed to wet her dry throat, Hel quietly commanded, "Leave, Felscythe."

[darckcarnival]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ?

BOLD — always applies ( most of the time ) ITALIC — sometimes applies STRIKE — never applies / hard limit

INCLINATION / HABITS . . .

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with any sex / gender | enjoys sex with multiple people at once | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | will have sex anytime | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual | fluctuating sex drive |

BODY / APPEARANCE . . .

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears briefs | wears lingerie | goes ‘ commando ’ | shaves / waxes | manscapes | doesn’t shave / wax | cup size a – c | cup size d – f | 1 – 5" in length | 6 – 9″ in length | 10” or over in length |

SOUNDS . . .

is silent / makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | growls | fakes / exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud / appropriately vocal partner | prefers a responsive partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk |

TURN ONS / KINKS . . .

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched ( by their partner ) | being watched ( by a third party ) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘ daddy ’/' mommy ' | being called ‘ daddy ’/' mommy ' | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshiped | worshiping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging their partner | fucking | making love | one night stands

PLACES . . .

bedroom | shower | bath | pool | ocean | kitchen | home bathroom | public bathroom | car | tent | alleyway | field | forest | school | empty or abandoned building | library | rooftop | terrace | dressing room | elevator | parking lot | museum | cemetery | beach | closet | hospital | living room |

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @frequency-found 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 I DUNNO WHO TO TAG FOR THIS SO STEAL IT FROM ME

[ssolessurvivor]

Maybe one of these days, Logan will finally crest that hill into feeling comfortable with himself as he is now, and not ruminate on the man he used to be physically speaking. His trauma came with a lot of new things, not to mention daily pain management and general body image issues. But as Khan bares his back to him, Logan watches with a smirk the other and his flexing of his back, that lengthening of his neck, and he can't contain his blush as he allows his hands, once they've lathered the soap up between his palms, to begin the methodical cleansing of Khan.

He starts at his shoulders, offering them a soft squeeze as if he were giving a massage, before he begins to glide down the column of his spine, the muscles on either side of it sturdy under ivory skin, free of any blemish and even the occasional freckle. Hands since splay out towards Khan's sides, ensuring he gets every inch of skin soapy and somewhat sparkling, in a manner of speaking, fingertips gracing the little dip of his lower back before Logan leans in and kisses the base of Khan's neck.

The blonde may not entirely know what's happening or what Khan's devious motivations were when they hopped in here with that comment, but Logan is more than willing to allow it to unfold however the other likes. His bones are beginning to lose the ache from the chill sustained outside, his hair now damp with warmth brushed back from his forehead. His front grows mildly flush against Khan's back, hands having found their way around the other's lithe body to rub soapy circles on those abs of his, nosing that dark hairline at the base of his skull.

Such closeness he doesn't get much, he's been so lonely for the last year and now that Khan's here...things are coming up, to light so to speak, Logan just hopes it's not too much for this fragile yet beautiful thing they have.

The first word that comes to Khan's mind at the display of a gentle blush covering the other's cheeks, is, strangely enough, 'adorable'. A word that's rarely used in his own native language - he thinks he has never used it before, at least not in this context, actually - and yet here he is, considering this word to be the most appropriate... and it is, simple as that. Because Logan is adorable, suddenly acting a bit shy despite what they've done already in the past.

Maybe it has to do with their shared shower? It's quite an intimate thing to do, he knows - even though taking a shower is obviously meant to get oneself cleaned up, it's distinctively different when two individuals share one, as they need to be comfortable enough to exist in casual nakedness that's not necessarily created because of a sexual setting; It makes them both vulnerable in a way, which fascinates Khan, the concept of it.

He feels good, he knows that much. Isn't shy about his own bared frame, isn't feeling sheepish because of Logan seeing it - which means that, in conclusion, Khan is comfortable with the human he's sharing said shower with at the moment.. in seemingly a lot of different ways.

That string of thought is interrupted, however, when Logan takes the shower bottle from his hand and then offers to wash Khan's back - the question itself is so innocent in nature that it sends a pang of amusement through Khan's whole being, combined with something warm and affectionate for the man. He offers one of his cheeky smirks to the other as their faces come close due to the other placing the bottle back where it belongs... and then, willingly so, turns around, his back offered to the blonde, while he lets the water wash away the bit of shower gel he's had poured onto his own palm mere seconds ago.

He won't need it, not right now, he thinks - smirk growing a bit on his lips, for a fraction of a moment, at the thought.

"---I would appreciate that.", is what he says at last, definitely a teasing tone lingering in his sonorous voice; He stretches his neck a bit and squares his shoulders, perhaps flexing his shoulder blades a bit for Logan to look at, who knows?

[ultfan]

HYPER-SEXUALITY AND THE TRAGEDY.

it's sinday and that means i finally can talk about one of my favorite headcanons about komaeda in the tragedy. strap in folks — and hold your judgement because i know it sounds really fucking funny at first (and it is) but i promise i have deep thoughts about this.

as i've mentioned before, i do believe that komaeda would be hyper-sexual. and i do mean hyper-sexual — not that he has a high sex drive — but rather the fact it is an issue that plagues him and inconveniences him. this, rather than being a proper addiction or even a trauma response, is instead due to his ftd. meaning that this isn't really something he can work on/fix with therapy or most typical ways of treatment. however, hyper-sexuality is one of the handful of ftd symptoms that can be dealt with via medication. and i do believe that komaeda is medicated for his health issues.

however... once the tragedy hits i do not believe that he would be able to keep getting his prescriptions. and even if he could, i don't know if he would. be it the ultimate despair mindset or simply because he has bigger fish to fry. and so, it becomes something at the forefront of his mind again.

now, i have often seen the fandom depict komaeda in the tragedy as a sexual deviant. depravity is welcome in the tragedy and thus he is able to fuck freely. thanks to the existence of the servant persona, some people even go the extra mile with that... (personally, i don't think that "servant" existed prior to udg — but that's another thing for another time). however, despite everything i've said: i think komaeda was the least sexually active member of ultimate despair during their time of operation.

lerf — i hear you cry — how can this be?! well, let's talk about how ultimate despair is:

often it is easy to forget that ultimate despair isn't extremely hedonistic in their actions. they too despair — they may revel in it, but they do cause pain to themselves as they cause pain onto others. they'll kill and torture, but they'll also destroy their own families and bodies. ultimate despair is not indiscriminate in spreading despair. there is suffering on the part of everyone involved. be it via mutilating themselves, starving themselves, or something else.

and so i bring you the thing i have been alluding to for fucking weeks (maybe months???) on this blog at this point: the cage(tm).

aka: the komaeda chastity cage era.

okay, okay, get the giggles out because this is serious business (yes it's also really funny conceptually but stick with me). komaeda's hyper-sexuality is something that is gonna unfortunately plague his mind with constant sexual thoughts and desires. he literally cannot help it. and to prevent him fro alleviating these desires someone (likely junko <3 thanks queen) could lock him up in a chastity cage. which would not only make it fucking worse, but also completely stop him from getting any real satisfaction/gratification even if he did have a sexual encounter. in essence: he is fucking suffering ladies, gentleman, and everything in between.

it is a special brand of torment just for him. it's not a kink thing or anything like that — it's not fun for him at all. it's distracting, it's annoying, it's stressful, and it is a constant source of frustration. and before you comment, yeah this is logistically sound — he can pee, and depending on the type he can probably clean it pretty well if need be. i did my fucking research (i'm committed you guys).

anyway if junko doesn't keep the key i do think the idea of ultimate despair fucking trading it around is super fucking funny. taunt him, bully him, whatever. this is me fighting against overly sexualized version of tragedy komaeda. what if he was sopping wet and pathetic guys? have we considered this? well, now you have.

[sanguinesorcery]

It's Sunday! And I'm finally writing a Sinday OC Canon. Gasp, I know.

Due to Some Content (although it's not written in any sort of excessive detail), I'm putting this under a ReadMore. But be warned, it deals in topics such as child marriage, allusions to both domestic abuse and rape, and generalized violence and mild sexual content mentions because Sinday. If you choose to read further, that is on you.

Fariah's early trauma has affected her negatively, as one may expect.

She was barely sixteen years old when Turyl's coup happened, watching her friends and family be put to death in gruesome execution, to hear a tone of voice spill from her mother's severed head she had never heard before and still has the occasional nightmare about. She wasn't even done mourning when forced into the marriage with her usurper, when forced to do things and endure things no child should.

Things that still haunt her to this day, even suffering the survivor's guilt of murdering her husband to wrestle her throne, her people, and her life back. She has the support of a strong court and council, and close friends she considers family to her even now, but the scars remain.

But there is a pseudo-positive silver lining to all of this. Not all of it was negative, although a lot of it is. And that was the bond to her goddess lineage strengthening. Fariah remains the first Ariad since the peak of the Middle Age to have such strong ties to Katya, the Sidhe War Goddess who birthed the first of the Ariad lineage. As a result, her body mistranslates adrenaline in some very bizarre ways.

It should be noted that despite her past, Fariah is not afraid of sex. She is not afraid of the feelings of it, she is not afraid if it gets a little rougher than normal with established partners. She is more afraid of losing control; she does not like to be held down, she does not beg. A means of escape if she needs it, a means of control, and if she tells you to knock it off, you had better listen or she is taking pieces to get that control back.

Which makes this translation of adrenaline actually scare her a little in her rationality. Because it does not crop up if you accidentally startle her, it must be a continuous poisoning stream of it. And since she is most connected to Katya, it is the continuation of warfare and the progress of the war machine that gets it going. The sensory overwhelm to smell spent gunpowder and feel the rattling boom of the guns in her chest revvs the metaphoric engine, and a challenging opponent in the physical combat element isn't going to be shunned in the slightest.

Such overload translates as a high akin to arousal and wipes her ability to properly rationalize thought until all she wants is more. During this time, she is much more open to suggestion, as the part of her brain that would make her think about things is pushed to secondary needs rather than primary. Granted, she is also a lot less human and a lot more blood-crazed at this point, so it's easier for those around her to let her shake it off or go stumbling off to take care of it herself in the dissipating haze that follows such moments.

Funnily enough, though the raw feral emotion from her does ripple the hivemind, it translates in others around her not as sexual arousal but as wrath. In such ways, does she embody many facets of Katya and her blessings and curses.

[manyfandomocs]

Gabe + 10, 16, 33, 41, 61?

10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on?

Oo hm, I think seeing Beast Ben may have been the weirdest thing that turned him on

16. Spit or swallow?

He says spit but that's because he likes being made to swallow. If they're sucking him off he really doesn't have a preference

33. Are you okay with name calling in bed?

Absolutely it's how he deals with his Gaston trauma. Call him whatever name you want it's his coping mechanism

41. Do you have any strange or extreme kinks?

He is into a lot of dangerous ones, breathplay, knifeplay, stuff that makes him feel threatened

61. How loud are you in bed?

Usually, loud. He can be quiet but you would usually have to gag him if you want it to last

Send me a number and muse for Sinday

[neverhangd]

Anne's head swims when they kiss. Even if she weren't so button-lipped half the time, she wouldn't have the words to explain the world of difference Edward and his stupid cunting "courting" had done so far. And even if she did have the words, they were a long way off of being something she'd be able to say. It'd been a shock after the first time that he'd let her stay without making her pay, as it were, but she'd barely had time to start wondering what the fuck that could mean before he'd been off doing some stupid thing else and keeping her on her toes.

She's not complaining about his way of letting her catch her breath, though. She squeezes his fingers back and tries to strangle another stupid fucking needy sound out of her when he shifts on the bed and presses her more into it. Fuck. Fuck!

She follows him without thinking when he pulls away, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. Broken intensity be damned! If he'd wanted it broken, he should've broken it before getting them here.

It takes her an embarrassingly second to realize she hasn't answered, just lain there staring at his lips like an arse. It takes her another fumbling moment to find her voice, already hoarse.

"Y--yes." That feels stupid. "I like that." Not helping the matter. She stops her dumb motor-mouth before it goes off and makes her look any more a foolish whelp under in front of him, settling for squeezing his fingers to convey that instead. Please?

When he looks down into her striking, sea-glass eyes and sees his own desire reflected right back at him it's enough to make his head spin. Anne's beautiful; red hair splayed around her and flushed skin. For a few moments all he can do is gaze down at her, caught up in the moment.

What Edward wants is to touch her, but it's their first time to get this far. So he settles in between her legs and kisses her slowly. His hands on her wrists slide upwards until he can weave his fingers into hers, gives an affectionate squeeze while keeping Anne pressed into the bed.

It occurs to him he's buying some time for cooler heads to prevail, breaking up the intensity to create space to think.

Edward looks into her eyes again, studying her face with an open and yet hungry expression of his own. He's only human, damn it. "Do you like that?"

@neverhangd

[azure-steel]

A Honeybee AU

It's Sinday and in its honour I present this dumb thing that's been slowly rotting my brain for the past week or more... Probably longer.

Yeah okay, definitely longer... I proper fancy Cloud in that daft bumble bee outfit and here I am trying to justify it because I'm a damn simp xD

The events of the AU, if we're applying any real logic to the world building, would typically take place after the Nibelheim incident. An alternate universe where Cloud was knocked out during the massacre and was ferried to Midgar much in the same way as Tifa, residing there ever since.

So no S cell implantation, no puppetry or garbled memories, no pretending to be Zack or lying about SOLDIER. By taking these aspects away it makes this verse much easier to work with and lend Cloud's character to bend and mould in ways his canon counterpart simply won't. This is a very self-indulgent thing which I hope you can appreciate~ Trauma from the events of Nibelheim could still present themselves depending on context though perhaps of a lesser nature than canon.

So, it would come apparent fairly quickly that Cloud is a bit of a pretty boi, with a pretty face and a very pretty body. Given his only job has been a lowly grunt in the infantry, and his inability to really return to that job considering the major cover up operation of the Nibelheim massacre so Cloud firsts manages to land a job as a bouncer/doorman at the Honeybee Inn.

Though after getting hit on by the clientele more often than not it's soon discovered there's far more money to make inside the club. His presence as a Honeybee as opposed to a honeyboy could have possibly been seen as controversial in the beginning, but Cloud proves himself quite popular amongst the patrons who frequent this kind of place.

Come on in, and let him dance for you~

[arcanepactguile-scribes]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 — Wet Dream

𝐖𝐂: 733.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋. Husk.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: Non-Con, Spanking, teacher/student.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: Forbidden Fruit.

𝑨𝑶3 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓

Sinday Games

At college, unfortunately Alastor's habit dealing with trauma-induced insomnia picked the wrong time to introduce a wet dream — Professor Husk serving a spanking for his cheek in class with subtle provocative teasing.

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒:

Non-Con Spanking, Humiliation, Wet Dream, Orgasm, Age Gaps.

Sent in by top-shelf-tender

A pair of strong hands grabbed Alastor’s, slamming them palm-open on the desk and holding them there.

“Bend. Now.” Malcolm’s voice was like distant thunder: low, but rumbling with undeniable power. He waited until his student was positioned at a satisfactory ninety-degree angle before continuing.

“If you insist on acting like a fuckin’ brat, then I’m gonna treat you like one.” The professor moved Alastor’s hands together, holding them down with one hand while the other moved to grope at the young man’s ass. “One for every time you tempted me today. Count. Out loud.”

With that, Malcolm delivered five, evenly spaced-out spanks.

Staring straight ahead, it was easier said than done. The student's excited smile had quickly vanished, a quizzical frown creasing his faltering delighted expression when his esteemed professor had abruptly shoved his hands down onto the desk — without aplomb. The slap of flesh on smooth wood rang out, the shameful noise reverberating easily in the closed office’s solid walls.

It had happened so fast; first, another fleeting jab made at his teacher's expense, not the first, the entire collection of mischievous flirtations scarcely kept behind locked doors. Out in public, honestly. Keen as he was to work harder at teasing the much older man than he had planned on fixing his written assignments, the cumulative effect couldn't have turned out worse than this. 

Fighting the urge to lift his gaze, to pinpoint just what it was that made Husk so incensed with a direct question, instead the young man merely nodded, all bravado lost and replaced with a rising air of docility. Keeping his hands frozen below his professor’s, Alastor bent forward at the hips, spacing his feet apart at shoulder-width — the quintessential position for corporal punishment.

Husk hadn't bothered to strip him himself, or demand hedo it. Biting his lower lip, hot tears welling up in the rims of his narrowed eyes, Alastor desperately tried to recall which taunt might have raised the bar too high, concerning his professor’s threshold for knowing, playful banter in the company of others.

The fact that he was still dressed probably meant this was only the warm up. The unexpected touch of fingers curling between his parted thighs elicited a choked grunt from Alastor's tightly throat, timidly rocking his pelvis forward to slowly grind into the fondle.

“Y-yes, Sir… I promise.”

Closing his eyes in anticipation, they just snapped open again, the patient student’s pitiful yelp uncontrolled. The first smack had fallen sharply — “Three-!” had the humiliated student cry out in a trembling lilt, obediently lifting his ass to meet Husk’s hand. The following blows cajoling a fevered, unrepressed moan after the fifth spank — before counting it aloud, not after. The first four leaden swats had sent a shockwave of unexpected pleasure roiling through his gut, his groin stirring inside his uniform, heat radiating out from his lap and his concealed buttocks.

After the count of five, feeling the heavy hand forcing his own practically glued to the desk pushing in firmer, Alastor jerked awake with a snort; the daylight streaming through the high slim window blinding, Alastor turned his face away to save his groggy brain — then became paralysed with fear.

He was still in school. 

After having fallen asleep again during class, Alastor’s inattention had drawn Professor Husk’s concern out of the limelight and into the public's eye. It wasn't even common knowledge that the strange yet highly intelligent student named Alastor suffered at home, and bringing it to school as a silent staple of his unusual reputation among the student body. He stole opportunities to catch up on sleep wherever he could, but unfortunately it now included his hours at the college.

Invited to his Professor’s private office, waiting for his instructor to deal with the class before his absence, had lulled Alastor into sleep yet again. It had been an embarrassment, fallen asleep in class — it didn't measure up in the slightest to waking up in Husk's office after a wet dream. The damp crotch of his lap spoke volumes about how he harbored a secretive yearning for punishment; his cheeks burning red like he supposed his ass would look after his teacher spanked him until he was begging for relief, Alastor's eyes darting around the room in panic — struggling to figure out how to hide his softening tented pants, and clean himself before his instructor returned.

[meadowlarksabove]

18. & 19.

20 Sinday Questions ( Open )

Is your muse quick to sleep with somebody or do they have to earn it first?

If he’s developed feelings for someone, and this someone is even vaguely attracted to him, he tends to go along with whatever they want regardless of his mood. It’s both a compulsion and a deeply ingrained trauma response, and he has an even harder time understanding why he should care about setting boundaries.  But if he’s not attracted to someone or they’re simply a stranger, he’s wholly unavailable until he’s felt the sparks of Venus’ fire in his heart or loins. Which takes time.

Is your muse confident in their sexuality or are they shy?

Gabban is confident in his sensuality and doesn’t shy away from speaking about sex. This is one of the domains of his Goddess, so of course he’s comfortable expressing his interests and opinions on the matter. When it comes to his sexual orientation, he’s confident but careful of where he professes his preferences to keep safe from Legion violence/bigotry. In profligate territory, however, he's very open about his bisexuality.

[loyalborn]

happy sinday, my little sinners.

looking for an incubus to make your sindays complete? a being who can bring you pain and pleasure all in one? this little slice of sex can be found here, on loyalborn, along with an assortment of other muses. a study in: nature vs nurture. destiny vs free will. learning to love yourself & others. healing from trauma. the weight of expectations.

you'll be crying out my name soon; you'd better know it. I am Haarlep, Raphael's personal incubus, glamoured and transfigured to look like him.

[woozyhere]

i was gonna do this on sinday but got distracted, so i'm doing this now; y'all wanna know just how fuckin freaky this bitch is?? n.sfw headcanons and such below! tw for some more aggressive kinks, dude is unwell

hybristophilia; defined as feeling romantic or sexual arousal for criminals or an act of crime in itself.

autassassinophilia; sexual arousal and the achievement of orgasm are facilitated by the fantasy or belief that one is in danger of being killed.

blood play

knife play

gun play

sadomasochism

asphyxiation

masks (ghostface specific, but could play around with others)

degradation and humiliation; to an extreme extent. like, call him the f-slur or a girl in bed and he'll come on cue

alternatively, he does like praise

he is a sub leaning switch

he is homoflexible! he has dated/slept with women in his adolescence mainly to hide the fact he identifies as gay, but the right woman will turn his head. usually dominant women

not to mention, he actually loves eating out, and with a tongue like that? he knows he's damn good at it too

he's a really attentive partner and knows all of the spots that get a partner going in seconds

he's a talker! he'll dirty talk a partner to the point of making himself blush

not only a talker, but he's a fucking LOUD mouth. trying to get this guy to stop moaning like the rent is due is like telling a person to stop breathing. yes, he has almost got himself and billy caught on multiple occasions

public. stu has absolutely no qualms giving/receiving road head or going so far as to pull a partner into a dark alley while they're on a walk to have at'er against the wall

property claim; in the manner of leaving hickies and having hickies left on him. also good for scratching, biting, cutting, branding

receiving discipline; listen, this dude's parents were gone literally all the time, he LITERALLY got away with murder. boy's neglect trauma whole ass manifests into a discipline kink and--

daddy kink. probably a mommy kink too ngl

'beating the shit out of each other' as a metaphor for love. like stu will push billy's buttons to the point of a physical fight because he likes giving billy that outlet, but is also a pain slut so like. lmfao punching each other in the face is flirting actually