kill me from this

bsd characters ranked from least to most kinky

ace af, they do not crave that mineral

  • Lovecraft, looks upon human mating rituals with fear and disgust
  • Fukuzawa, the only kind of pussy he wants are literal cats
  • Ango, considers holding hands in public a wild act of sexual deviancy
  • Hawthorne, too gay for jesus to bang anything other than a bible
  • Alcott, thinks third base is what the guild calls the backup headquarters for their backup headquarters
  • Akutagawa, the only fucking he does is fucking up his life 
  • Ranpo, his idea of sex is reading mystery novels in his underwear while being fed snacks

pretty indifferent, would rather have strawberry cheesecake than sex

  • Poe, he aint no edgar allan hoe
  • Atsushi, got kissed on the cheek once and immediately wondered if he could get pregnant from it
  • Kajii, if you ask him to experiment in the bedroom, don’t be surprised when this bitch shows up with test tubes
  • Katai, thinks sleeping together means LITERALLY sleeping together
  • Hirotsu, who needs sex when you have a squad full of super-powered gangster children to look after?


  • Kunikida, usually down to whip out the kunikidong but if he’s stressed out from dealing with dazai all day, he’d probably rather just chill out and get some rest
  • Odasaku, very busy taking care of his orphans and writing his novel, but when he has time its time to F U C K yo!
  • Junichiro, aint no shame in yo game boy (UNLESS YOUR “GAME” IS YOUR FUCKING SISTER!!!!!!)
  • Gin, rarely eats three meals a day but is always ready to eat some puss
  • Higuchi, usually dtf but dont be surprised if she calls you “akutagawa-senpai” by accident

be careful, these people are hornier than a stegosaurus

  • Steinbeck, those grape vines aren’t the only things spreading seed if u know what i mean
  • Mitchell, 10/10 will shove her umbrella up your ass 
  • Tachihara, your ass is gonna need a band-aid by the time he’s through with u boi
  • Naomi, someone call an ambulance bc if this bitch was any thirstier (for her BROTHER!!!!!!!!!) she’d die of dehydration
  • Twain, this sniper knows how to hit his target alright ;)
  • Kouyou, she’s a golden demon…  IN BED
  • Fitzgerald, once u get past the fact that he calls his dick “old sport” the money more than makes up for it

so named for the fucking and the fact that said fucking might land you in the graveyard

  • Chuuya “sent to the hospital after unsuccessfully attempting to use a wine bottle as a dildo” Nakahara
  • Dazai, bandage and bondage are only one letter away… things are about to get NAUGHTY
  • Chuuya “jacuzzi fucker” Nakahara
  • Yosano, good thing she’s a doctor cuz you’re gonna need one once she’s through with you
  • Chuuya “cum pockets” Nakahara
  • Chuuya
  • ChuUYA

No. Just… no…

  • Fyodor, only capable of being aroused by the screams of the damned
  • Mori, every time he gets an erection, a puppy dies
Locker room

Warning: Smut ahead! This half of the story isn’t too graphic, but definitely sexy. The next half will be much more intense. Keep an eye out for part 2!

Summary: Betty gets a naughty impulse when Jughead mentions a hot shower.

Jughead and Betty had been in the Blue and Gold office for hours typing away at their latest story. Resurrecting the little news paper had turned out to be a popular venture, and the two novice journalists found themselves putting more and more time into their project. This also meant spending more time with each other, alone.

Jughead sat up from his laptop, groaning slightly and stretching his neck. “And they say writing isn’t physically demanding. My neck and my back are killing me from sitting here this long,” He lightheartedly complained.  Betty walked up behind him, and began massaging his neck with her delicate hands. He tilted his head forward, giving her unrestricted access to his strained muscles. Low toned sighs and groans escaped him as Betty’s fingers pressed circles into his tight muscles, relieving some tension from his hard work.
“God you’re the best…” He said under his breath.

Her hands slid down his shoulders and chest where she clasped her hands together, hugging him from the back and planting gentle kisses below his ear. “Feel better now?” She whispered, her lips brushing against his skin with each word. His neck was relaxed but he felt tension building low in his belly. He breathed deeply, trying ignore the surge of hormones, but taking in her sweet vanilla scent he found no release; only more tension. ‘God how does she do that to me?’ His thoughts were enough to shake him back to reality.

“Much better, I think all I need now is a hot shower and a good night’s sleep” He turned his head and kissed her on the cheek. He stood from his chair, breaking their embrace. For Jughead it was bitter sweet, but he knew he needed to make space between him and the blonde haired vixen. She awoke a sexuality in him he wasn’t sure how to handle, and he didn’t want to take any risks of making Betty uncomfortable.

“Well, walk me home first?” She playfully said. “You know, since you’re going that way?” A giggle escaped her, and Jughead felt a grin spread across his face. How could she effortlessly make him feel so good?

“That’s depends,” He tilted his head to the left, mimicking her playfulness in his own sarcastic way. “Is my company worth waiting 15 minutes for?”
Betty lifted an eyebrow at his out of place question, still smiling, standing before him awaiting his explanation. He continued, “A pipe broke at Archie’s. We’ve been using the locker room until it gets fixed next week. Arch showers in the mornings with the football jocks and I in the evenings, football jock free”. They shared a quick laugh, Jughead forgetting for a moment why they were even talking. He swore her laugh could make him forget his own name.
“So will you wait up for me? I’ll be all clean and pretty when I’m done,”

Betty’s expression changed into one of slight surprise and contemplation. She sweetly replied “of course Juggie. Go on then” He parted with a quick kiss, and headed towards the locker room.

The boys locker room wasn’t such a bad place, despite the usual brow of testosterone fueled jocks that crowded the place during school hours. It had been recently renovated, and was now clean and modern. Not wanting to keep Betty waiting, Jughead quickly stripped his clothes off, and got into the large communal showers.

* * * * * * * * * *

'A hot shower? God Juggie, why did you have to say it like that?’ Betty thought in frustration. She had deliberately been flirting with him, even trying to rile him up with her touches and kisses… but he mentions one everyday occurrence (of which he happens to be naked and dripping wet- not fair) and Betty’s knees nearly buckled. Then he drops the bomb that he’s showering there. At the school. Right now. He realized it was just him and her in the entire building, right? Not even janitors at this hour…

Betty’s mind was wandering shamelessly. She’d fantasized about the mysterious writer before, but never had she knowingly been so close to him while he was doing something so… so…

In her mind’s eye she saw him, water streaming down his body, soap suds across his chest and flat stomach, his eyes closed as he lathered his jet black hair. She felt a heat between her legs, and she whimpered at the sensation. 'Oh my god I want him’ she finally admitted to herself. Before she realized what she was doing, Betty found herself opening the door of the boys locker room, and walking in as if she’d done it a thousand times.

Then, suddenly she was frozen. Despite her initial bravado, she actually had never been in there before. Looking at the white and blue tiled room, it appeared nearly identical to the girls locker room, but laid out in reverse. In a lazy pile on the bench in front of her was Jughead’s clothes and backpack. She heard the water from the showers suddenly stop. 'Shit, he must just be finishing’ she thought. Her pulse raced, she knew he was going to turn the corner at any minute, and then what was her plan?

Down the hall from the entrance, Jughead stepped out of the showers, and wrapped a towel across his hips. He breathed a sigh, satisfied that his body and mind were clean, and headed for his belongings.

When he rounded the corner, Betty could not believe her eyes, no she could not Believe. Her. Fucking. Eyes. Jughead jumped back in utter shock at her presence. He was soaking wet, his hair was tousled mess and still dripping down his neck, his chest. He gripped his towel, and Betty’s eyes were drawn to a thick line of hair trailing from his belly downward.

“Jesus christ! Betty! What are you-” He swallowed, adjusting his towel to be sure he was as decent as possible. “What are you doing in here?” He finally spat out.

Betty paused for a moment. Then, suddenly finding confidence, she replied “Well, you told me to wait didn’t you?” He continued to stare at her, dumbfounded. She giggled, “I got impatient”.

Jughead laughed nervously. “Alright. Well I’m done, I just need to get dressed”. She stepped closer to him as he spoke. “Uhm.. it’ll just take a second Betty,” she was now standing right in front of him. Her hands were clasped in front of her hips, her eyes scanning his nearly naked body.
“Betty? Can I get dressed?” He squeeked.

“Hmm..” She slightly twisted her upper body from side to side, feigning a difficult choice. “I don’t think so” She said confidently.

“Well I’m not walking you home like this” He gestured to his toweled hips,  “just because you think I’m eye candy Bets,” his sarcastic wit attempted to break the tension. Betty smiled, but continued on, determined to get her way.

“I don’t want to go home yet anyway,” she said coyly, slowly running her hand up his chest causing Jughead to gasp. He grabbed her hand and held it still, his eyes full of confusion and excitement. 

“Okay Cooper. What’s going on here?” He asked, still hiding behind a playful manner. She responded with a kiss, hungry and wet. Jughead groaned at the intense feeling of her lips, her tongue brazenly searching for his. She pulled back, giving him her best sultry gaze. He was undeniably excited, but still he feared any reciprocation would be too far. He spoke again, voice shaking.

“Betty I don’t have any clothes on, it’ll just take two-” He was cut off by the blonde suddenly pulling off her sweater, and unclipping her bra.

So at least on my dash, nobody ever drags the xxTPs, so I'mma do it really fast bc y'all really piss me off from time to time.

Like would it kill you to NOT critique rules from time to time trying to find all the damn loopholes? Like pls can u not. LIKE SURPRISINGLY JUST BC SOMETHING DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO YOU DOESN’T MEAN IT’S NOT SENSIBLE IN THE LONG RUN?? Like is it so hard to realize that if you take into account EVERY SINGLE tiny ass thing you guys pick out, nothing would ever get done???

Rules, laws, procedures, etc, they’re there to make things easier. And like?? Honestly fuck you, ExTPs? Stop blatantly doing the loophole thing that the rules don’t cover just because you can. Y'all are so damn full of acting like a dick while not coming up with PROPER SOLUTIONS. And you, IxTPs? Just stop. You may not outwardly defy the untold laws, but you still don’t come up with solutions like the shut in you are.

Keep to your own crap and leave laws alone.

Hi guys! As you can see I just sort of appeared out of no where but yeah… Drawing for me has been a lot of traditional ones as once again my usb died


and my laptop got a virus so everything was erased anew, I lost inspiration from there.

Plus with Finals coming this May it’s killing me because the moment February hits I was already sufgering from college xD dangit but no I ain’t dead just…. yeah all the things stated above QvQ.

I’m so sorry guys qnq.

And cookieartsy is my art instagram.

Jason Todd and dating/sex:

Young Jason:
Was an actual kid.  Don’t pressure him.  He might have had a crush or two.  He was into it, not running towards it, but he’d have figured out his way eventually.

Quote: “Rena’s kind of pretty.”

Adult Jason:
*author frantically consults DSMV* *flips pages* “where’s the entry for ‘I was was tortured and murdered and then I dug myself out my own grave and stalked my own city, catatonic, and then I was kidnapped by my dad’s ex/enemy and brought to my senses with the application of a soul-sucking hell water and then emotionally manipulated into hating my dad who I tried to kill and didn’t and then I killed some other people who deserved it and then I said screw it and took over my home city to stick it to my dad and then” DEEP BREATH “my dad basically killed me to stop me from punishing my own murderer and then everything blew up and I didn’t die so later on I kicked Nightwing in the balls–”

Quote: “I’m going to cut that pasty-faced clown’s head off his neck and use his skull as the ball in a soccer game against the Golden Boy and the Replacement.”  

*editor whispers in Jason’s ear*  

“What the hell is sex?”  

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