#‘someone sedate me’ anon i need you to sedate ME

[ivanttakethis]

Someone sedate me, you're Vivinos or her lover (qmer smth) undercover, I know.

Welp, you caught me. I’m in fact both Vivinos and QMENG 😔

It’s why you’ve never seen the two in the same room together (citation needed).

Since I’ve been discovered, I might as well spoil the rest of the series:

Ivan is still alive (TRUST ME ON THIS ONE!! REMEMBER I’M VIVINOS AND QMENG!!!)

Sua is coming back as an android (Mizi is going to rescue her after Round 7 and they’ll kiss).

Mizi gets a pair of brass knuckles and goes ham on some aliens in the name of the rebellion. She also gets an undercut hairstyle.

Hyuna is going to curb stomp Luka in a pair of platform combat boots (he’s unfortunately going to enjoy the experience).

Dewey and Isaac sing a duet (they also explore each others’ bodies on camera).

And Till will finally get a good night’s rest for once in his life (albeit with Ivan watching him).

[stormyoceans]

hello hehehe hi hehehe 🤭

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GnSoqqmXgAAHPjS?format=jpg&name=large

FORGET THE PSYCH WARD IM ABOUT TO RUN INTO THE WOODS AND TURN INTO A WEREWOLF AND HOWL AT THE MOON FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RABID AND FERAL UNTIL SOMEONE HAS MERCY ON ME AND PUTS ME OUT OF MY MISERY BY SHOOTING ME AT POINT BLANK RANGE EXECUTION STYLE

AND THEN HE HAD THE GALL TO ACT SURPRISED WHEN AVOCEAN TOUCHED HIS BUTT YESTERDAY AND TO ASK WHY DID HE DO THAT LIKE SIR. MISTER. MY GOOD MAN. RESPECTFULLY. ARE YOU EVEN AWARE OF THE DUMP TRUCK YOU ARE CARRYING

ALTHOUGH IDK WHAT IT SAYS ABOUT ME THAT IT'S NOT EVEN THE ASS THAT'S DOING IT FOR ME BUT THAT SLIVER OF EXPOSED SKIN SHOWING OFF THE MOLE ON HIS BACK

I NEED THIS BOY TO STOP BEING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN ALIVE OR FOR HIM TO START PAYING MY THERAPY BILLS FR

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

That. That post you made about comparing satoru & suguru to a puppy and a wolf, the way they pretend to be the opposite of what they are. You have awoken something inside of me and filled my brain with thoughts. I NEED to expand on it WALK WITY ME WALK WITH ME

Satoru and suguru who are both protective but in vastly different ways- satoru who I think easily uses his reputation as “the strongest” to make sure his partner doesn’t get anywhere even close to being in danger, who the public knows is strong, and that’s pretty much all he needs. Who’s tall, who’s got an intimidating stare, he’s outwardly terrifying when he wants to be. There’s no question to it, when he wants to, he could scare anyone away.

And then there’s suguru. He isn’t gojo by any means, and he’s not got quite the same loud, confident and sort of endearingly arrogant demeanour that satoru does- but what he does have is a sort of mysterious danger about him that is almost if not more scary than gojo and his status. He’s all gentle and calm, a true carer to his partner, and he’s the last person you would expect to have a bite. But he does. And the fact you can’t outwardly tell, the fact that he’s no bark and all bite as soon as someone decides to push their luck- I feel like that’s what makes him so much more intimidating if he needs to be. If you look past the usually laid back facade he puts on for the world, you could absolutely see a sort of feral, burning desire to keep people close to his heart safe. With gojo you KNOW what you’re fucking around with. And to fuck with gojo or someone he truly cares for, you’ve gotta be an idiot. But the fact that you’re pretty much walking into the unknown when you wanna mess with suguru- IM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM I SWEAR…. (I’m not. I’m deeply in love with him SOMEONE SEDATE ME RIGHT NOW)

ANON MY BELOVED THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD i agree so much. this is literally it.

honestly u phrased this so well that i barely know what to add U GET THEM…. i think both of them are sooooo protective but sugu is without question the more terrifying one. ”no bark and all bite” is the PERFECT description; the bite is so unexpected and terrifying precisely because there’s no bark to hint at it. he hides his fangs so well that you forget he even has them.

gojo can be absolutely terrifying too, but like you said — that’s to be expected. everyone knows satoru has fangs. he never bothers to hide them. he’s always smiling, smiling, smiling — and when that smile drops you know you fucked up.

but suguru? suguru is so good at hiding his anger that you miss it if you aren’t careful. i’ve always thought that his smile is the key to really understanding him, and i think that in this case it’s his smile that reveals his anger. you can push him and push him and then suddenly his smile has no warmth to it left, and if you push after that then the fangs peek out. but his smile is so cold and such a glaring warning that barely anyone crosses that line, so it really is like walking into the unknown.

and anon!! ”a feral, burning desire to keep people close to his heart safe” is such a good way of putting it. the desire itself is so loving but he is just so devoted that it might as well be a wildfire. i think it eats him alive. i think that he’d rather set himself on fire than fail to keep you safe. genuinely.

anyway in conclusion i think suguru is the scarier one by far LMAO imagine pushing his buttons all day and then looking up and hes just :)…….. i would fall to my knees. i would fold immediately.

[hellsenthero]

Kinktober Day 4: Sex Pollen

Stucky X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, obviously. Swearing, dub-con (reader clarifies she was consenting the whole time at the end. But you know-sex pollen.)

AN: Thank you anon for the request! I really need more ideas for kinktober so keep them coming!

Kinktober Masterlist

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The mission went to shit in record time. An easy task of locating files turned into you drugged out of your mind from some chemical dust you touched.

You were thankful that your boyfriend's were on the mission with you, that they were there to hold you down as you writhed in pain and whisper words of encouragement to you, but you couldn't tell them that. All you could do was scream and moan and beg for the burning of your insides to stop.

"What the fuck is it?" Bucky growled out at Bruce. You were strapped down to a cot in the infirmary, crying for someone to make it stop. It was killing both Bucky and Steve to see you like this. To see their girlfriend in such pain and not be able to help.

"Shit." Bruce cursed to himself. If it weren't for their enhanced hearing neither Steve nor Bucky would have heard him over you.

"What?" Steve demands.

"The contaminate is a Hydra produced chemical agent. A pollen, essentially. A sex pollen."

Silence filled the room."Okay," Steve said, breaking the tention in the room. "What does that mean for Y/N? Is there an antidote?"

"It means that Y/N will be insatiable and in incredible pain. There's no antidote, but I can try to sedate her. My only worry is that the sedation will lower her consciousness and not actually eliminate any pain."

"Then give her pain meds!" Bucky bit out.

"I would if I had anything for this kind of pain." Bruce argues back. "We've had a few agents deal with this chemical and so far we have yet to find any medication that helps with their pain. Whatever Hydra created just burns through any medications we inject into the patients."

"Fuck," Bucky hissed just as you let out another pained moan.

"So what can we do to help her?" Steve asks.

"The only thing that's worked in the past is to have intercourse."

"What? While she's drugged out of her mind?" Steve barked. "She can't consent, Bruce!"

"I'm just telling you what's worked. Intercource has been proven to help aliviate the symptoms of this drug and reduce the amount of time the patient is contaminated significantly."

"So, we're supposed to have sex with our girlfriend and she'll be better?"

"Essentially, yes."

"And if we don't? Does she die?"

"No, however she will be in pain for many hours."

"Baby," Bucky cooed to you at your bedside. He ran his hand along your arm, gently stroking. "You with me?"

"Make it stop!" You moaned. Your pupils had grown to twice their size, nearly covering the colour of you irises.

"I want to, baby, I really want to help you. Do you know what's happening? Who I am?"

Bucky prayed you were with it enough to answer. To give some form of consent in order for him and Steve to help you.

"It hurts!"

"I know. I know." Bucky cooed.

Steve stepped up to your side, pressed up beside Bucky. "Y/N, do you know who we are?"

Despite the straps holding you down, you tried to worm your way to the edge of the bed, closer to your boyfriend's. "Please, make it stop hurting." You begged. Fat tears slid down your cheeks.

Bucky looked to Steve. "We should get her to our room, she might be more comfortable there."

Steve looked back at Bruce.

"Is that okay? Can we bring her back to our room?"

"Yes. I trust you'll take care of her. If you need anything just get Friday to notify me." As soon as Bruce speaks, Bucky is ripping you free of the straps and lifting you up into his arms. You're quick to burrow yourself as close to him as possible, nudging your face into the crook of his neck. As soon as you do, your whimpers quiet significantly.

Steve leads the way to your shared bedroom. All the way there Bucky tries his best to ignore your sweet mouth on him. You're nipping and sucking at his neck and if you weren't drugged up, if this was a normal evening then Bucky would take you right then and there. But it wasn't a normal evening, and you were in pain and drugged.

"Make it better!" You whined.

"We will, baby. We will." Bucky promised.

"I don't feel good about this, helping her like that." Steve says as he opens the door to your bedroom. Bucky is gentle as he lays you down on the bed, but you cling onto him, unwilling to let go.

"Please! Please." You beg, your head tossing and turning in pain.

"Shhh, we're here." Bucky tells you, crawling onto the bed beside you and wrapping himself around your body.

Your hands grab roughly at his own, bringing them to your center. "Make it better. Please! It hurts!" You wreath in pain, humping your boyfriend's hand.

"Y/N, do you know who you are?" Steve tries again. He's desperate to help you, to aliviate the pain, but he wants to make sure that you're even semi conscious of what you're asking of them. You don't answer, instead just pushing yourself closer to Bucky.

"I'll make it better." Bucky says as he undoes the zipper of your pants.

"Bucky." Steve warns. The blondes eyes are focused on you.

"What, Steve. You think I'm doing this for my pleasure?"

"No!" Steve's quick to answer. "No, I just," Steve pauses before continuing. "I don't want her to hate us for this."

"I don't either, but you heard what Bruce said. If we don't help then she'll be in pain for hours."

If possible, Steve's frown deepened even more. "I know."

That was all that was said before Bucky brought his fingers to your core.

"Here you go, pretty girl." Bucky cooed as he slowly thrust them inside of you. You moaned, and Steve could tell that there was a little less pain behind it than before. Your blonde boyfriend stepped up and kneeled on the bed.

"Is Bucky helping?" Steve asks.

"More, please!" You beg.

Bucky added a finger, thrusting them in and out of you at a faster pace.

"Look here, baby." Steve cups your chin and guides you to look at him. "Her pupils are still huge." Steve tells Bucky.

"Fuck." Bucky curses. He settles his focus on you, pumping his fingers in and out, trying to help your pain. He can tell when he gets you near your climax, your legs tense and you go quiet for a moment before blowing out all the breath in your lungs. Steve kisses you as you meet your end, petting back your hair as you fall apart around Bucky. Your boyfriend's give you a moment to catch your breath before speaking.

"How do you feel?" Steve asks softly.

"More, please God. I need more!" You choke out. You grab onto Steve's shirt, nearly ripping it in your effort to pull him towards you. "I need more." You moan out just as you bring your lips up to meet Steve's. "Please."

Steve shares a look with Bucky and they're quick to switch places with each other. "Okay, pretty girl. You got it." While Bucky strips you of your clothes, Steve takes his own off. You're both quickly naked and Steve moves to situate himself between your thighs. "Gonna make it better."

Steve is slow to push his cock into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. It's too slow for you, though, and you're quick to push yourself further down on his length. "Need it." You tell him breathlessly. For the first time since being drugged, your gaze meets your boyfriend's on your own accord. "Please Steve!" Steve and Bucky can't hold back the uptilt of their lips.

"You with us, Y/N?" Bucky asks.

"Yes! Please! It's helping!" You cry as you fuck yourself on Steve's cock.

"I got you." Steve says before grabbing your thighs and pulling you down on his cock as far as you'll go. The two of you moan together at the delicious feeling.

With each thrust inside of you, Steve's pace quickens. "Gonna make the pain go away." Steve grunts.

"Bucky!" You cry as you reach out for your other boyfriend. "I need more. Please!" You beg. The fat tears from earlier still roll down your cheeks, but Bucky suspects they're more to do with pleasure now than pain.

Bucky brings his thumb down to your clit and rubs softly. "Need this?" He asks.

"Yes!"

Together, Bucky and Steve work to bring you to your second and third orgasm. Just as you're coming down from the third, Steve warns you of his release.

"I'm gonna come." Steve grunts.

"Come inside!" You order. "Need it! Need you!" Steve groans as he follows through on your order. His release barrels through him as he slows his thrusts. You feel his seed spurt inside of you, and finally, after God knows how long, you're entirely pain-free.

Steve rests a moment before slowly pulling his softening cock out of you and flopping down beside you. "You okay?" He asks, looking over at your face. Your pupils seem to have gone back to normal now.

"Yeah."

"Are you, do you know what happened?" Bucky asks.

"You mean do I know that you guys fucked out whatever fucked up drug was in my system? Yeah."

"And you're okay?" Bucky asks again. "That we did that?"

Finally, you lift yourself up onto your elbows and meet Buckys, worried gaze. "I'm okay, Bucky. You guys helped me."

"We were worried." Steve says. "Worried that you couldn't consent properly. That you'd rather suffer through it than have sex."

"Oh baby, no." You say before leaning down to kiss both Steve and Bucky.

"So you're okay?"

You shrug your shoulders, and instantly, Bucky and Steve are back to being worried. "I can still feel it. A little."

"The drug?" Steve asks. A rather dumb question, but you don't reprimand him for it.

"Yeah, the pain is gone, but I feel..."

Bucky fills in your answer. "Horny?"

You laugh lightly. "Yeah."

"Still need us, then?" Steve asks.

"Please." You beg softly.

Both Steve and Bucky smile. "We got you," Bucky tells you as he and Steve switch places. "I'll take care of you now, let Stevie cool down."

You spread your legs with a smile and both Bucky and Steve groan as they see Steve's seed drip out of you. Bucky fists his cock out of his pants, pumping his dick twice before slowly pushing in. "Let's not let Stevie's come go to waste, baby."

"Of course." You agree.

The three of you spend practically all night fucking. Taking some time to rest in-between. By morning, you're all exhausted and sore, but you're happy.

"Thank you for helping me." You tell you boyfriend's. "I know you two were worried if I'd be mad or not with you, about helping me."

"In the end, we didn’t want you to be in pain." Steve says. "I'm glad we could help."

"Let's go get you checked out. Make sure you're all better. Then we can spend the rest of the day in bed." You raise an eyebrow at Bucky. "In bed and sleeping." He clarifies.

Both you and Steve laugh. "Okay, baby. Sounds like a plan."

[f4ggydog]

I am once again mentioning feral werewolf shauna shipman (I can't get enough)

I need to be sedated.

It took some time but I came back swinging anon!!!

shauna truly couldn’t get off enough of your taste and smell. she would kill a thousand people in the world if it meant she could get a hold of you permanently. shauna’s talons carve symbols of adoration and lechery into your skin. every bite she takes while she’s pumping her cock into your tightening hole leaves a black and blue illustration of her love. shauna would etch letters into your skin every night that fell upon you two if it meant never letting you go under any circumstances, no matter how dire.

but tonight wouldn’t be more merciful to you compared to the other nights. there was never a special occasion that caused for shauna to be tender and take care of you like a glass statue. you weren’t fragile in her own devilish eyes. no, you could take it. and you fucking would.

shauna grabs onto your hips and pulls them back, using them to steer you like a horse. the sound of ‘plap, plap, plap’ fills the room and both of your ears. shauna lowers her head, using the opportunity to roughly bite into your neck, tugging the skin between her teeth and fucking you like a beast in the night. cause she literally was a beast. your smell alone could make her cum spurt out instantly.

“you’re enjoying this too much,” shauna growls. “for someone being fucked like a piece of meat.”

“just keep going,” you whine and grab the sheets. “you’re so fucking big, baby. can’t handle it.”

smacking sounds persist. your body jerks and your stomach’s in knots. shauna’s cock feels so close to your cervix that you wonder if your brain is tricking you into thinking this is pleasure. fucking christ, did you really deserve to get used like there was no tomorrow?

shauna slams you into the bed and lands a hard slap on your ass. another flies down after another, sharp sounds hitting your skin and the wiggling of your body following the blows.

“don’t get fucking lazy on me,” shauna taunts. “my cum might go in your hair instead of your hole if you don’t stop your movements.”

you didn’t quite understand. didn’t your squirming cause more difficulty? shouldn’t she be perceiving it as less obedient? or maybe she really does enjoy the challenge of taming you?

“w-what if I cum before you?” you try to retaliate, knowing it’s a losing battle. who the fuck are you, thinking you can compete with shauna shipman?

“you’re a goddamn brat,” shauna howls, her orgasm nearing and the tidal waves already beginning to crash. “you’re lucky if I even let you cum tonight. i wouldn’t get so brave with your mouth.”

“you know your orgasm triggers mine,” you snort. “and there’s no way you’ll hold back this time.”

“fuck. you.” shauna punctuates each word with a thrust, her cock twitching and her balls straining. “oh fuck off, you little shit. fuck, im gonna breed you so good.”

then shauna gets an idea and pulls out of you. you whimper loudly at the loss of her penis, but she snatches you by your hair and turns you around. shauna forces you onto your knees and pries your mouth open, her nails raking your scalp.

“if you want to talk so much,” shauna snaps. “i’m gonna find a better use for your mouth. open up, doll. you don’t deserve to be knotted just yet.”

[allisluv]

finnick odair and reader with GUT-WRENCHING trauma from her rescue from the capitol. i’m talking constant nightmares where she thrashes and pushes away finnick in a craze. yelling for her love to tell the nurses not to sedate her. breaking down in finnick’s arms and begging him to tell her what’s wrong with her and why she can’t be strong anymore

anon the angst is angsting and i adore you for it!!!!!

it would just break finnicks heart to see you push him away because you think he’s someone from one of ur nightmares. the nurses burst into the room and he is on his feet in an instant, pulling you into his arms and reassuring the doctors that there’s no need for you to be sedated. they tentatively leave when he asks them too and you break down. “what the hell is wrong with me?” you ask, sobbing into his white shirt. he gently shushes you and soothingly rubs his hand over your sweat-soaked nightgown. “baby, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. you’re just going through a rough time but im here, okay?” he threads his fingers through your hair and rocks you in his arms. “i’m here.”

[cheralith]

Hiii hope you're having a good day/evening, please ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable. I’m still in love with your cannibal au and thank you so much for feeding us with hiori content.

My heads bin so stuck on karasu as of late (also one of my best boys) after your cannibal au head canons. I can’t stop imagining karasu forcing his readers head into the nape of his neck and making her drink his blood to get her to calm down.

I might be projecting as a shy person that loves someone taking care of me when I don’t realize I need it. But do you think this is something he would actually do?

🍡 - anon

cw: mild violence, blood, cannibalism!au, cannibal!reader

oh very much so . VERY MUCH SO. the entire dynamic between karasu and his reader vs. kaiser and his is almost the weird mirroring of themselves, but also almost a foil (more on karasu and ksr!reader's end rather than the cannibals)? if that makes sense; i'll explore more of them later.

karasu's reader has a harder time trying to adjust—as most new cannibals do. they even refuse to eat even the small, dried pieces of meat that karasu provides for them to relieve their hunger in place of a medication that he's still trying to gather all the ingredients for.

it's not like karasu doesn't want them to resist, that's the main goal of his rehab after all. but he's doing it in the way where they build resistance against their instincts while still being in sync with their nature. reader does it in a way that's basically torturing themself and not allowing their new self solace, thinking that if they resist against it enough, they could maybe... just maybe go back to their normal life.

but in the way of life, nothing good comes from denying yourself life in the way you're supposed to live it. so when reader goes completely feral one day during meat training, breaking out of the restraints and chair and leaping towards karasu with their teeth bared, eyes a fiery red, and saliva dripping from your chin, he thinks he's really in for it.

he's a strong guy—he puts up a good fight and manages to tackle you down, the impact of your head hitting a wall so hard it makes you regain your consciousness. at the sight of a rugged-breath karasu whose shirt is tattered from your nails with a couple of scratches and bruises here and there, along with how wet your own shirt was from your saliva, it doesn't take you too long to understand what happened.

so you cry. you sob and wail and blubber apologies at what you've done (or nearly did), finally coming to an epiphany that nothing will be the same as it was before you attacked that poor high schooler after your brother's funeral, the grief you felt back then now coming back to you tenfold.

karasu worries that you might spiral back again, especially since you've been so depleted of a food source to stabilize you, so he shoves your head down into the crook of his neck where the blood is most succulent and tells you to bite down and drink his blood. you argue and resist at first, but he's insistent and tells you to do it before he sedates you.

"it's just the blood," he commands, hand gripping your hair tightly, but not painfully. just to keep you in place. "it'll help—ya gotta trust me."

he can feel the hesitation from your breath when you open your mouth, teeth shyly gripping his skin before they sink down enough where blood from underneath the layers begins to draw. he hisses at the feeling, fighting his own instincts to push you away, and groans when your tongue glides over the pierced skin, lapping up his blood.

and you and him just stay there for awhile; you on top of him, eyes closed and relaxed for the first time in weeks, breaths steady. karasu stares up at the dim light, hand still cradling your head, and trying to understand what to do with you to distract himself from the pain.

[lustsansenthusiastx3]

what are your top five favorite underlust fanfics?

AAGH ANON IM SO SRRY JUST NOTICED THE ASK TnT

but going on with the question i would say my top five would be (in no particular order mind you X’3) ;

1 & 2 - Can I keep you & Immured both By MadnessofVoid / While both fics aren’t finished yet they have been two of my favorites as a lust fan! i love Lust’s characterization as someone kind who cares about those close to him, and while in ‘Can I keep you’ he has more of an anxious look to him i also like this characterization because it shows his insecurities! also the LustMare relationship is just very cute from the very beginning, they care for each other so much and it shows through MadnessofVoid’s writing even if the story isn’t in their POV, very good story overall!!

(unfortunately both of this fics are blue locked so no link is available T^T)

3 - Something Honest by TheMsource / this fic is what first gave me the hc of the Lust trait being able to be sedated in other ways! also Farm & Lust relationship :D i love how caring Farm is of lust and viceversa! while the relationship aspect of the fic is at the very end you can just feel Lust’s love and appreciation for Farm while he thinks of him! overall very cute!!

4 - Skeletons can’t be too thin (Underlust) By The_Lunar_System_Writes / im not gonna lie, i like this one bcuz of the angst :’) but also because it explores how underlust monsters would deal with human culture after they’re main goal while in the underground was being desirable, i find this very interesting!! ^^

5 - The Body Snatchers By Kamari333 / Fresh & Lust friendship!! while fresh is a bit of an ass at the start of it i really like the friendship they have at the end! one of the many reasons i like Fresh and Lust as a duo (other than the fact that they just look that good with eachother)

6 & 7 - Twin Souls & When The Past Comes Knocking both By Stellocchia / Lust & Killer friendship! shows Lust being caring and getting out of his situation, and while he didn’t get out originally for his own sake he did get out at the end!! also color helping both of them out of their self deprecation thoughts (mostly killer tho bb boy needs it) i love how Lust is confident enough in his own fighting ability to protect Killer against Nightmare in anyway he can! overall very good! love badass lust! X3

[z0mb1epuzzy]

Chris Hartley being secretly kinda buff under his clothes ( his actor is also pretty beefy! )

and him being the type to be like really casual about it when he shows people and he is absolutely the type to tease someone for staring.. like nerdy loser Chris who's lowkey kinda hot under all that shit he wears? LORD have merthy..

nsfw headcanons with that!?!?!?!

- your new anon.....🦐

oh anon, i fear you cooked up on this because i wholeheartedly agree.. obviously until dawn doesn’t have a crazy variety of body types, but chris didn’t look scrawny imo, AND he holds up pretty well in his solo scenes…so he def has to be at least decently well built.

sleeper build! chris canon…

ft: praise, sleeper build chris, hand stuff, chris being a dork in a somehow insanely sexy way, gender neutral, no “y/n” used !!

i may need to elaborate on this in an actual fic at some point, but for now! porn without plot will suffice <3

Chris Hartley who surprises you with how well built he actually is under his usual flannel + baggy tshirt combo? (chronically bisexual fit but i digress) one of his arms wrapped around your waist as he holds you, it’s (mostly) innocent, really. But he grins a little when you stare down at it, eyeing the way it flexes slightly when he gives you a playful squeeze. “What, you like what you see? i told you i was a badass.” he says, trying to sound overconfident, but that dorky laugh gives him away every time.

i can’t speak for you, but for ME:

strong hands 🤤 long fingers 🤤 CHRIS HOLDING YOU IN HIS LAP WHILE HE FINGERS/STROKES YOU!?!?? i am drooling behind the screen someone sedate me.

just consider it… Chris’ hands making a fucking mess of you while you cling to his strong arm, trying to anchor yourself, breathless, whispering little teasing praises to you while you have your head laid back against his shoulder while he literally makes your legs SHAKE! “Who knew the nerd had moves like that??? And he LOVES it, he teases you for clinging to him the whole time - but Chris definitely adores that little bit of validation!!!

as for the actual sex part? Chris’ strong arms holding your hips, guiding your movements on him? him on top with your legs around his waist, nails scraping his strong back? THE WAY HIS ARMS FLEX NEXT TO YOUR HEAD WHILE HE FUCKS YOU???? LORDDD!!!!!!

also for a brief aftercare mention.. strong arms wrapped around you, little kisses on your face and neck… SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

perhaps if this does well i will elaborate further in the future?! in the meantime i present this small chris blurb to keep us fed whilst i cook up my longer hcs list… in the meantime thanks for reading :3

i love writing chris (insert that one clip of brittany broski licking the air….)

✭ 🍒

[pearlescentparade]

Also on hanahaki I want to talk about the imagery of kissing someone with it.

Medkit finally figured it out. He just keeps coughing up all these damn flowers and it reminds him of what you went through.

What is he meant to do? He can't heal when he's barely well enough to stand.

The only way would be to collapse and lock himself in his home. But of course, someone notices.

Sword rushes in to check on him, and sees his condition. He's almost fallen asleep, so Sword rushes out. If Sword's correct, you're what's needed!

He may not be the smartest, but he's very emotionally intelligent.

"Medkit, just say it! Please?" Sword begs, with you by his side. Medkit awakens, pretending to be unaware of what he's being asked.

Eventually, you kneel down in front of him, face-to-face with Medkit. You just keep looking into his eyes, as petals fall from his mouth.

Medkit looks ashamed of himself, almost unwilling to speak. He hears Sword walk out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

In lieu of words, Medkit leans close enough to allow blood and petals to drip from his mouth to the floor, before accidentally staining your lips in red.

One final petal lands on top of the small pile made on the floor, and he turns himself to look away. "Leave."

🍀anon

DID YOU JUST STAB ME. THE WAY HE'D LITERALLY RATHER BE CAUGHT DEAD THAN HEARD SAYING "I LOVE YOU" SO HE EXPRESSES IT WITH A KISS ?? AND AFTER IT ALLHES BACK TO PUSHING U AWAY????? someone sedate me. /pos

[petruchio]

ahhhh im so embarrased lol. fully sent an ask to another user thinking it was you. in my defense i remember ppl by their profile pics and i kept looking for the britney profile pic and then when i couldn't find that, i started searching up thg on both profiles hoping for like a post/meta/a set of tags that i remembered lol. unless the britney profile pic was also not you.... in which case im going to go crawl in a hole and scream. anyway, what did you think about sotr!!! imo she made a lot of Choices in the books that i didn't personally care for. haymitch eternally mourning his teenage love being one of them. i remember reading about his geese at the end of the first trilogy and being so happy?/proud? that he found a way to cope. only come to find out it's just another way he reminds himself of lenore dove????? thank god these books have been out since 2010 and idc if god himself said that this is correct interpretation of haymitch's story. you will not!!! take away my decade and a half long hcs away from me. idgaf.

onto the good!!! effie.... wow. they've known each other since his first games...... 25 years..... twenty-five years..... the big two five...... twenty-five years of watching children die together. twenty five years of effie watching haymitch sink deeper into his alcoholism...... two and a half decades of knowing each other and then she has to call his name for the 75th games..... twenty five years of hand in unlovable hand..... you are coming down with me. also very me and my husband coded. at least in this lifetime, we're sticking together.... me and my husband we're sticking together.

ohhh head in hands head in hands. somebody fucking SEDATE ME!!!!

tldr; idgaf what collins wrote. i've spent a decade thinking about this dude. i'll probably just take the parts that i like and move on with my life lol. would love to know what you think about it!!! and if you've already made a post about that and i happened to miss it, then so sorry for word vomiting in your inbox.

sending lots of love <33333!!!!

LOLLL but anon who is the other me 👀 it's actually funny you say that because i was thinking about changing my icon today but didn't commit but i feel like i was britney for SO long that even when that pic isn't my official icon it's still ~me~ (bc like. dump him!!)

ANYWAY you asked me about sotr

ummmmmmmmm, how do i put it lightly, i didn't like it haha. i have a tag here you can check out and i've been trying to tag everything as sotr spoilers too -- i answered a couple asks right after reading it so those are in the tag if you want to read. i was fairly negative but well. i didn't really like it at all tbh.

and i agree about the geese, i don't know -- i just don't feel like everything needed a backstory that tied back 25 years, i think it was fine that haymitch just raised geese. like i think it was sweet. i didn't think it needed to relate to his teenage girlfriend haha. like i actually think that cheapens it.

and yeah i just simply don't really see the character we met in sotr as haymitch if im being honest. like he just doesn't feel like the person we meet in thg, and i don't mean that in the sense that "he's younger" i mean that it genuinely doesn't feel like the same character to me, even if you add ALL the context of the years of mentoring and having to perform a role for the capitol and drinking it just. it doesn't seem like the same dude if im being honest. haymitch always seemed to me -- at least in the original trilogy -- as someone who's kind of too smart for his own good, someone who would've looked at the arena and said well, if i can't win, i might as well try to make something interesting happen and tried to find the edge just to see if it was possible. that was his motivation and it made sense and seemed in line with the character as we meet him in thg -- he was just messing with shit to mess with it. that's the vibe i always got from the character. not ... whatever tf was happening in that book.

i'm happy that you liked the effie cameo, if im being honest it annoyed me... the effie revisionist history has driven me crazy ever since the first thg movie because to me she! is! annoying! and that's not to say she isn't a very REAL character, one that could just as easily be, like, your annoying coworker or your cousin's weird friend or someone you know in real life -- but i also don't think she needed a backstory or motivation outside of: this is a woman who was willing to do the job of "escort" and bring two children to the captiol to be killed every single year. that's all we really need to know about her motivations in my opinion! (it also makes the line in the first book where katniss says she's just waiting to get promoted to a better district make no sense and seem kind of crazy, bc if she's been sticking by haymitch for 25 years out of loyalty or compassion or something... i feel that her vibe would be markedly different in the original trilogy. but that's just me.)

ANYWAY. sorry for being such a dark cloud about the book but it just did not hit for me... i'm with you in the sense that I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS DUDE FOR LIKE FIFTEEN YEARS and i will just choose to adopt whatever new bits of the canon i feel like adopting and pretend everything else was just a fun little fanfic project that suzanne did or something.

IDK GUYS. i feel like everyone else had a much better time reading this book than i did haha. im sorry my opinion is such a downer, i just didn't feel like it built on the world in any justifiably interesting way (like tbosas did) and i also didn't feel like it made sense given what we know about basically every character that appeared! so it frustrated me. <3

lots of love

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Never have I Ever: Vampire AU?

I actually have never written vampires. Welp. Here goes a first try??? Am I crossing my vampire lore with zombies and werewolves??? It’s not usually my flavor and Idk what I’m doing, but here you go, Anon!

❤️ kdnfb

Never Have I Ever

RATED E: vampires and biting (duh), questionable medical stuff, sexual content, dark themes.

She should be relieved. Peeta is back. He’s been missing for nearly six months, vanished the night his brothers took him out for a surprise bachelor party. He’d last been seen on the bar’s security footage, stumbling, apparently drunk, in the arms of a woman Katniss hadn’t recognized. At first, the police suggested she was a prostitute who had taken Peeta out back of the bar to conduct her services.

Katniss refused to believe that. Not her Peeta.

Further examination made them postulate that she had somehow drugged Peeta and taken him against his will.

While that thought made Katniss violently ill, she was more willing to believe it than the prostitute theory. But why would someone want to abduct Peeta?

And as she stares through the widow of a surgery room at the hospital, Katniss doesn’t even try to hide her tears. Emaciated and pale, sweating with a dangerously high fever, the man they’ve identified as Peeta Mellark thrashes and fights the doctors, until they sedate him and strap him to the gurney.

In a daze, Katniss listens to the litany of his symptoms. He seems to be fighting some kind of blood borne disease. His heart rate is so low that the monitors keep declaring him flatlined. He’s not responding to normal fever reducers and antibiotics seem to have no effect. The only thing that seems to help are blood transfusions. They’re not certain yet if it’s contagious. Measures have been taken to isolate him.

His body shows signs of malnutrition, dehydration, and abuse. They haven’t ruled out the possibility of rape but won’t know for sure until he regains consciousness.

Her mother brings her coffee she barely drinks and food she barely touches.

“You need to eat,” her sister urges when she stops by during one of her breaks.

“Today should’ve been our six month anniversary,” she murmurs and pushes the flaky croissant away from her.

Eventually, he wakes. And Katniss is allowed to see him and speak to him through the glass.

He remembers her and presses his palm to the window, as though desperate to reach her. She places her hand so they’d be palm to palm if the glass weren’t between them.

“I love you. You have to let me go,” he says in a throaty voice and Katniss shakes her head.

“I can’t.”

Several days later, the fever finally stabilizes and now the doctors worry that his body temperature occasionally dips dangerously low. But he’s started eating, mostly meat that’s nearly raw, and his need for the blood transfusions has dropped to once every couple of days.

He still doesn’t remember what happened to him. That or he refuses to say.

On the day Katniss brings him home, Peeta stares around their apartment as though he doesn’t recognize the place at all. He can’t remember simple things like where he stores his favorite whisk or how the living room window often sticks and has to be juggled a certain way before you can open it.

At night, he refuses to touch Katniss.

She tries not to take it personally. The police now firmly believe he was taken by and escaped from some kind of human trafficking group.

She tries to tell herself that he’s just traumatized and will come back to her eventually. If she’s patient and loving enough.

His appetite has changed drastically, and Katniss rarely, if ever, sees him eating. He never baked or cooks for her anymore. He refuses to leave the house. He seems almost scared to do so. He can’t sleep at night. He does paint again, though. Sometimes he’ll lay in bed with her until she falls asleep, but when she wakes up, he’s locked himself in his studio. When he emerges, his skin will be pale and flecked or smeared with paint. Dark circles will ring his eyes. At least he’s painting, but he seems to take no joy in it and he refuses to let Katniss see any of his work.

When she suggests maybe he should seek out a therapist, someone he can talk to about what happened, he loses his temper.

They fight. They fight like they’ve never fought before. Katniss can only describe the expression glittering in Peeta’s eyes as malice as he yells at her that she’s asking too much of him.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I just want the man I was going to marry back! Just for one night, I need you to be my Peeta!”

“And what if I can’t? What if the cost of me being like that again is impossible to pay?”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

She breaks down in tears after he storms from the apartment. Hours later, when he still hasn’t returned, Katniss drags herself to bed and stares at the empty pillow where Peeta’s head should be.

She sleeps. Fitful and marred with terrible, blood soaked dreams. She must sleep because she wakes to Peeta nuzzling her and whispering her name, inhaling at her throat and moaning.

She’s missed that sound. So desperately that she doesn’t question the sudden change or demand an apology. He licks something dark from the corner of his mouth and she shivers at the heat glittering in his cool blue eyes.

“I want to taste you. Katniss, I need to taste you now,” he practically growls. They push her shorts down just enough for him to slide between her legs. She sighs and then moans, her fingers clinging to the silken strands of his hair as his tongue relearns her taste.

He hasn’t forgotten much, she barely has time to think as he drives her so quickly towards orgasm that she doesn’t bother to quiet her moans. Damn the neighbors and courtesy.

She’s still dazed with an earth shattering release as Peeta settles between her spread thighs, licking her from his lips and grinning down at her as he teases her entrance with his tip.

“I miss this so much more than real food,” he whispers, his teeth gleaming white in the moonlight. Before Katniss can process his strange words, Peeta thrusts his cock inside her. He feels different, somehow, but he moves too deep and too quickly for her to name the difference.

And it feels good. So impossibly good, especially when Peeta kisses and nips at her neck. When she comes again, his moans and frantic thrusts tell her he’s right there with her. His teeth sink into her neck and his entire body shudders, and his euphoric moans border on obscene. Dazed and drugged on pleasure, Katniss sinks into a deep, dreamless sleep before he even pulls out of her.

He’s different after that. More like himself. He still refuses to go out much at all, and never alone or during the day. He still won’t talk about what happened during the six months he was gone. He still doesn’t cook and barely eats. He still won’t let Katniss see his paintings.

But he holds her at night and once a week, he’ll wake her and ravenously make love to her.

He’s been home almost a year when Katniss turns on the news one morning, singing to herself and scratching at the spot where Peeta bit her last night when he came.

“And it seems this couple suffered the same ritualistic style killing as the last three pairs. Their bodies were entirely drained of blood—“ Katniss pauses with the bread hovering over the toaster, honing in on the words. “—and left in a dumpster behind a bar. The killings seem to be happening at regular intervals, about once a week.”

“Hey,” Peeta says as he wraps his arms around her from behind and nuzzles her neck. “Anything interesting happening in the world?”

She drops the bread into the toaster and flicks off the tv. Turning in his arms, she smiles and kisses his lips.

“No. Nothing is wrong. Life is wonderful.”

[queermccoy]

You know what you're so right they can definitely hide Lou's pregnancy easy enough especially considering they probably have a break somewhere in the 9 months. Now I can't stop thinking about Oliver's reaction to the pregnancy. Before Lou even knows, Oliver starts acting weirdly possesive and protective over him and Lou is like ???? before it sort of clicks and he's like. Fuck I have to take a test. And so he figures out how to break the news to Oliver and they're definitely exclusive at this point but not quite committed so maybe he tries to let Oliver off the hook at first and Oliver is almost offended by that. He is immediately all in he's constantly showing people the ultrasound, he does a maternity style photo shoot with Lou once he starts showing he's giving him shoulder rubs on set. They have to do another media lock down just so that someone doesn't accidentally post a video with Oliver in the background rubbing Lou's belly or giving it little smooches. (He also has to nearly be sedated when he finds out they're talking about firing Lou but that's another story.)

hey anon

oliver becomes sooooo proprietary over lou lol like? the we-have-a-baby-cooking hormones make him Crazy and he doesn't know WHY he just knows he has to get his face up in his scent glands, it's all he can think about. he starts forcing his sweatshirts on lou, leaving them behind at his house on purpose for his nest. oliver NEEDS to build it with him but he doesnt get it. he's snappish about it, annoyed with himself about it

youre so onto something anon re: lou figuring it out first. he's like why does oliver, historically impossible, want to spend every waking moment with me? he's making me anxious, what's going on?! and then it dings for him like. fuck! he's got a bun in the oven (how he would describe it, imo)

so lou is like, hey. i don't really want to get an abortion but you don't have to be involved if you don't want? and part of him is hoping he wont want bc oliver is so pretentious and yea, lou enjoys having sex with him but if he has to hear about the cyclical story telling of black sails one more fucking time he will loose his mind. and oliver is like, oh fuck is that why i want to crawl inside of you all of a sudden? gross. no, you're stuck with me forever now

and he does fully loose his mind when he hears that the network might want to just kill off lou's character and fire him from the show. he's like, ready and raring with his third wave omega rights-ism to Fight Them About It even though lou is like. please...don't. it ends up not mattering obv but oliver was about to use his alpha privilege even though the omega being discriminated against didn't want him to (alphas, am i right?)

i feel really strongly that oliver would not want to do a pregnancy photo shoot but lou would demand one. silly outfits, dumb signs, the whole nine. he's a dork to a fault and while oliver finds it all deeply annoying, he does it bc like, that's his kid in there

see:

what oliver does is take a series of candids and lightly staged pictures of lou using his fancy cameras that he collects into a spiral bound book that he makes everyone look at. lou is touched, thinks he's never looked better even as he bemoans how fat he is

oliver agrees that he is getting fat and then lou pushes him bodily out of his trailer

adding because it just occurred to me: they are going to fight so much about whether or not this kid should grow up vegan

[thesoulforgeorder]

(cat anon here! Waowie I have a gov assigned name :DDD) but I can't stop thinking about my black cat Mc and Will... They're like a persistent buzz inside my head save me... I am obsessed w their dynamic and banter I need to die actually SOMEONE SEDATE ME PLS... Jokes aside tho I can't wait for the time when we can lock in Will's route since I do want to dust off my writing skills and write a fanfic about them.... Nico and my orange cat blorbo too, If that's alright w you op 👉👈

Welcome back, Cat Anon! I'm glad you like your court appointed nickname.

Nothing makes me happier than people thinking about my characters as much as I think about them. Romance locks will likely only happen in chapter five or six, depending on when a very specific event happens, so it is a bit of a wait I'm afraid.

But it is only so you can get those sweet sweet jealousy and will they won't they scenes! I can't wait to see the fanfic you write when we get there, especially because the lock in scene will probably be a lot of people's favourite moment.

It is a moment I am practically vibrating just thinking about writing it.

[leclercsbf]

Here I am! Anyway I’ll have to rewatch the hug from another angle as well, but from that angle it kinda looks like Carlos is going for Charles’ waist at first and then his hands settle elsewhere. Afterwards the way he’s looking down with his head slightly tilted while he’s approaching Charles and then the moment he looks up at him, the look in his eyes… It makes me want to lie down and never get up again because those are the eyes of someone who is IN LOVE and this is a hill I’m willing to die on……. And then the prolonged handshake and the way he completely leans and rests his head on Charles’ shoulder like he never wants to let him go so yeah YEAH,,,,, I need someone to come sedate me because they make me go insane

i’ve watched it from this angle, from this angle, and from this angle that i ripped directly off of my own subscription:

so i can confirm that carlos did, in fact, go for charles’ waist first. he even touched it just the slightest bit. charles, on the other hand, put his hand on carlos’ shoulder—and then there’s this awkward sort of pause where they look at each other and probably remember that “hey, we’re not the only ones here, and it’s not like we can kiss with our helmets on” so they go for the classic supposedly-no-homo-but-it’s-charlos-so-it-still-ended-up-homo handshake and brief hug combination. isn’t it so interesting how men seem to think that a no homo handshake would somehow lead to a less homo hug? either way, we learned something very vital here: carlos prefers to pull charles in by the waist and charles prefers to pull carlos in by the shoulders. if you need to be sedated, anon, so do i.

[strxwberrylemonxde]

joker fic whrre he like idk loves me...

a/n: skdjks you got it anon! What I would give for this man to love me LMFAO- I'm so serious, someone please sedate me Okay this might be a touch ooc but just let me dream 😭 I'm also sorry this is so short, the writers block still has me in a chokehold

It isn’t often that the Joker falls in love. In fact, it’s a rather rare occurrence. He’s been in this cat-and-mouse game with the Dark Knight for so long that he seemed to forget that he could fall for somebody else. But, when the Joker does fall in love with you, he finds himself thinking about you… a lot. Even in the midst of planning his next crime, fruitily spreading havoc across Gotham, the thought of you always lingers somewhere in his mind. When the Joker falls in love with you, there’s a spark in his eyes when you share a laugh over his jokes. It was always hard to get Batman to crack at his jokes, so to know that you could even crack a smile was enough to thaw his heart. When the Joker falls in love with you, he has a habit of leaving you little notes and trinkets for you to find. Hidden in the most unexpected places, he’d leave them for you when he knew he’d be away for too long. Scrawled on each piece of paper was a new joke tailored to your sense of humor and a little trinket that reminded him of you. This was his way of expressing his feelings for you without needing to voice them out loud. When the Joker does fall in love with you, there is a chaotic, loving energy between you two. No matter what you do or where you are, chaos always ensues. Wreaking havoc in Gotham was his favorite kind of date night and to him, you were his partner in crime and his partner in life. While he may not always show it in the most conventional ways, when the Joker falls in love with you, you become the center of his life-- next to Batman of course.