#‘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).

[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 writhes 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 pasies 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. That 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."

[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.”

[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….)

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[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.”

[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.

[whumpbug]

Hi Bug! It's Christmas anon again. So you know when I said I was working on a new fanfic? I'm not gonna spoil it too much, but let's just say it has to do with a torture/hostage situation and the hostage in question may or may not be Archie...

So here's why I'm in your askbox now: I'm running out of torture ideas. What are some things you think would be fun to torment Archie with? And I'm mostly talking about physical torture, not psychological.

Also, I should probably mention that he doesn't have his enhanced senses / most of his regular powers because he's been dosed with this superpower-suppressant thing

Get back to me when you can? Thanks!!

anon!!!!! hello!!!!! its so good to speak with you again!!!!!!!!! and oh my gosh this is so exciting???? i am personally SO excited for any fanfics from you because your writing is AMAZING. AND its a hostage/torture fic???? ohohohohoh

as for ideas: i have a few but mind the content warnings so see below the cut!

cw: starvation mention, hand trama mention

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starvation. strength suppressants or not, archie would still need to eat a lot to maintain his metabolism just based on the nature of how his powers work (and permanently altered his body) and though starving him might not have lethal effects right away, the poor boy would be *miserable.* he would suffer. it would be horrible for him

hand trauma. make sure to cw this as needed but its canon that archie has weird feelings about his hands getting hurt (for no particular reason but its a character trait) so break his fingers, stab his palms, wrap his wrists too tight in restraints, etc etc. poor boy would hate it

the classic is drugging/sedating him. archie is so high energy usually that feeling so sluggish out of nowhere would really scare him and freak him out.... especially because of the horrible sensory experience unrelated to his powers

and this is a bit niche but i also love the trope of someone already being sick/coming down with something before they get held hostag so theyre feeling under the weather on top of getting totured and its AWFUL. (thought if you've already wrote most of the fic this one might be hard to implement so no pressure!!)

don't feel pressured to include any of these in your fic!! just ideas that i think poor archie would suffer from (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

i look forward to anything you make anon!! and i'm sorry for being so absent recently!! going to try to get some asks soon! have a nice day/night!

[schizosupport]

I’m started abilify and zyprexa. I read the side effects and I’m so afraid of several of the things listed. I’m desperate for medication that works, but they both look terrifying for me. Could you say what was best/worst being on them or what you know about them? If you got time, can you express what they’re supposed to help me with as well because right now I’m just terrified they’re trying to poison me or turn me into a zombie

Hi there anon. Are you starting both of those at once? I must admit that I find it bad form to start someone on two different antipsychotics at once. There just isn't much evidence in favour of giving more than one type at a time, and it does increase the likelihood of side effects. Not to mention, if it helps, now you don't know which one is helping, and if you actually need to be taking both. (Edit: And it can be harder to judge which one might be causing which side effects)

What dosages do they want you on?

I definitely understand you being scared after reading the side effects. Antipsychotics have some pretty heavy things written on there. It's worth noting that a lot of those side effects are rare, but there's also a few things that are par for the course with antipsychotics. That's especially stuff like sedation, which is more prominent with Zyprexa than with Abilify.

The goal of the med is for it to become easier for you to tell reality from delusion and hallucination, to make it easier to "think straight", and to hopefully thereby alleviate some of the anxiety and other bad feelings you may be dealing with as a result of such symptoms. They can also help you sleep better, which can help stabilise you. For me, I feel like antipsychotics help me think more straight and they give me a "thicker skin" - I'm a little more numb/a little less sensitive depending on how you think about it. And I'm less liable to scare myself with scary thoughts.

For me, these beneficial effects arise at a fairly low dose, as I'm very sensitive to meds in general. At higher doses, the side effects tend to outweigh the benefits, for me. For me the side effects at higher doses is stuff like feeling numb/out of touch, sedation and reduced creativity. It's important to figure out whether the positive effects outweigh the negative effects for you, and at what dose the tradeoff is beneficial, if any.

Overall zypreza (olanzapine) is "heavier" than Abilify. It's more likely to make you feel sedated and lethargic, and like it's hard to think and plan. It's common to feel pretty knocked out by it. It's definitely recommended to take it in the evening for this reason! Abilify is less likely to sedate you, some even report that it keeps them feeling MORE alert, and I used to take mine in the morning without a problem. Personally I wasn't a huge fan of Abilify, though it undoubtedly helped me. My reasoning is that it didn't feel like it did much, but at the same time it did do a great deal, mostly for the better at the time I think, but it felt odd to me. I like that risperidon (which is more in the direction of zyprexa albeit less hard-hitting) feels more obvious in how it affects me.

I will say that they aren't trying to poison you, these drugs aren't dangerous in that sense, nor do I think their goal is to turn you into a zombie (figuratively or literally).

I think it's good to go into this experience with a healthy amount of scepticism, while also allowing cautious optimism. Try to keep a diary of symptoms and changes that occur. If you have someone close to you, try to get them to help observe how these drugs affect you (for better and for worse). It helps to have an outside eye, and if this person could help you talk to your providers that's a big help, because as much as it sucks, professionals are sometimes more likely to listen to a third party.

I hope the meds are helpful, anon, and if they aren't, I hope that your healthcare providers will be helpful and accommodating in figuring out where to go from there.

Best wishes!

[ianthedebonair]

no because I need to be sedated!! the way Damien looks!! that smug look! He is a villain in every sense because not even the farm would be capable of so much cruelty, you can't look at someone like that and not expect them not to tremble with so much desire. award Steel with a prize because the amount of contention this man has to endure is out of this world. ( plus Damien with Ricardo on his lap! Looking more slutty than ever? no, Steel is better than all of us.)

Me when I'm in a Damien simping contest and my opponent is this tumblr anon: 🧍‍♂️

I appreciate your... enthusiasm(?), anon! Here, have a wip 👀

[maybanksbabe]

Ahem I have something to share with the class-

MORE BRAT TAMER!JJ BECAUSE I CAN

His fingers down your throat in your mouth…his RINGED fingers

Okay lowkey a spit kink but it’s not anything major or gross it’s there yk

“watch your mouth” JSHSJS YESSIR

bondage is v much real

chin/jaw grabs🦋

“Say please” AHHH PLEASE

thigh slaps (not too hard tho) when you’re sitting near/on him and doing your thing

so he’s 6’0 irl which is pretty tall but I always imagine him taller bec that’s how I am with fictional characters and…him crouching down a bit to your level to directly tell you uhm things

Shushing you in like a mockingly gentle way and putting his index finger over your lips with a taunting smirk idk that does things to me

when you’re really pushing it eg. starting a fight with someone or just sassing him around too much, he’s throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taking you straight home/to the bedroom

“what am I gonna do with you?” 🤭

“Aww you can’t take it? Well that’s too bad” *keeps going*

Him gesturing for you to come to him with his finger or patting his lap for you to sit on😫 add a lil “C’mere” too I’m done for

“Thaaat’s it” HELP IM GOING INSANE

I’m just saying…he makes you beg

NAH I NEED TO BE SEDATED OR SMTHN😭

I AM BARKING ANON there's no way I'll be able to get to every single one of these points because there's so many thoughts floating around rn I really don't know how much will make sense

THESE ARE ALL SO FUCKIN HOT IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE -

FINGERS IN MOUTH FINGERS IN MOUTH he 100% will shut you up this way if you're being particularly moody/difficult for him but if its more of a foreplay thing, he'll make you sit between his knees on the floor with his thumb in your mouth, waiting patiently until he lets you either ride him or blow him

"say please" I've never been so horny -

"aww you can't take it? well that's too bad" THIS IS V MUCH COUPLED WITH THE DACRYPHILIA HE WANTS TO SEE YOU REDUCED TO A BLUBBERING, BABBLING, FUCKED OUT MESS.

He WILL make you beg, regardless of setting, if you want him, you're gonna have to work for him

[princelylove]

Dear Prince,

First off sorry about your computer as a person that’s had there technology one foot in grave before it totally gave up on me I get it and I apologize for universe being an ass. But on a more positive note I loved your recent post on your depictions of Yanderes. Each one is different which makes me love the concept of the niche in the first place and how you interpret each one makes me love your blog even more!

Speaking of that though do you believe every Yandere has a “love at first sight” thing or is that subjective? I’ve always been on the fence abut that and would love to hear your opinion on it.

Ps: I got the Prada prowler reference I’ve had that clip saved on my phone way back when I first got into jojo.

-peachy anon

I’m…. so bad with technology. I just cannot retain what I learn about it, for some reason. I can tell you about your organs and pathogenic bacteria! I just can’t retain what goes on in the little thing I like to play on. I went to someone who could repair it today and just sort of nodded my head when they were telling me what was wrong with it. Mhm. Sure. I understand. God, sedate me.

To answer your question, yes and no. Some yanderes have something like puppy love, while others take years and years and years to develop such intense feelings. Someone like Narancia may find someone instantly attractive and decide to pledge himself entirely to them, but someone like Giorno likes to take his sweet time.

Someone like Leone isn’t going to bend immediately because there’s a pretty stranger in front of him, you have to rot his thoughts from the inside out. The same goes for Pannacotta.

But, some do fall in love instantly. Jotaro never thought he’d be the type to suffer from a crush- yet here he is, nervous to go to class because you’re in there. You look so cute, you shouldn’t be out here where somebody big and bad could get you… He doesn’t even know your name, but for someone as delusional as he is, he doesn’t really need to.

The yandere qualities that I add to ‘my’ characters are entirely complimentary, I thoroughly enjoy playing with the personality that they already have. I find it’s more fun to give them multiple qualities than to lock into just one or two- real people aren’t just one. You can be both protective and possessive, obsessive and controlling. Well, they can be only one of those, but it’s rare.

I’ve never really had any problem remembering who is delusional and clingy and who is lucid and apathetic. It just comes naturally, likely because it’s working alongside the personality they already have. Someone like Prosciutto is obsessive and controlling, but he’s not very possessive. He tends to think outwardly- you’re always doing something wrong, not him. Pesci on the other hand is overly reliant on Prosciutto, which leads me to believe that he’s the clingy and possessive type. That’s HIS role model, find your own!!!

[rryeongchaes]

chaeryeong being blonde has made her so princessy to me lately,,, im curious about dlc ryeji. yeji likes calling chaeryeong princess, i wonder if there was an increase in that? for ryujin, do you think she'd start playing with chaeryeongs hair (and just clinging to her in general,,)? basically ryeong princess treatment x10!

do you think like in their moments, they compliment her like 20 times every ten seconds

(sorry if this is poorly written, im lowkey tired 😖 do NOT pull all nighters it will get you in the end,,,)

I have it so bad for blonderyeong, her in today's Gold MV teaser.. (someone needs to sedate me it's too much)

ok dlc ryeji, I'm almost certain there will be at least a 75% increase in that pet name, everytime i try to envision yeji praising chaeryeong, it's constantly "princess" this "princess" that, i swear at this point it's honestly more for yeji than chaeryeong's enjoyment.

ryu would also join in on the fun but it's not as severe as yeji's case, and don't you worry anon, there will be ample amounts of hair twirling, playing and cuddling, dlc ryeji are obsessed.

i'll see how many creative compliments i can come up with when all three of them are knee-deep in it, but no one on this earth can convince me that chaeryeong doesn't feed off of compliments, so ;)

(dw, you're all good, i understood perfectly fine, hope you got some sleep after this and hydrate when you get up!)

[her-favorite]

Mean!Dom!Matt telling you to keep a vibrator in all day, turning it off every time you get close to cumming. Mocking you as tears run down your face from how bad you need to cum. (I wrote this exact thing just I think I forgot to turn on the anon and if I did post this one instead 🥹) - 🩹

don’t worry, it was on anon!!

BUT HELLO????? MY GAWD.

oh my god just imagine it inside you while Matt forces you to come with him to the store, turning up the setting if you got too close to someone or were talking to someone.. 🤭🤭

someone sedate me

[scaryscarecrows]

Had a thought, thought it would be fun to visualize the squad suffering through it.

Jason and co getting yote (past-tense yeet) back in time and going and retrieving Robin Jason. So it’s an unholy hybrid of the fic where Jason and co find themselves in Arkham and Jason is understandably not handling this well, and the one where Jason gets de-aged and the squad is looking after him, ‘cept baby Jason does not know them and is understandably terrified. So. The squad is in Arkham, the clown is alive (hopefully not for long, lol), the boss is freaking out, and they have a terrified, kid who has been tortured for fuck knows how long and definitely looks like he’s on the brink of death because of it. Baby Jay would probably be sedated. Or just. Give up. Probably would have bit someone, or maybe just try to curl up in a corner/scrabble away.

Thank god for Anon.

I have let this sit here for longer than I would like, but honestly, you've got enough of this on your own that you don't need me to do it for you. :)