#anyway not like anyone particularly cares but Will if you're reading this ❤️

[astralastrid]

The carrd has been updated!

[ihfmseatsoch]

Hiiii this is Jimmy rape anon again!!!! Your fic was so good and super duper cathartic sooooo X333 Waiter, more Jimmy torture please!!!!!

Can I please get a red room type situation where the reader streams snuff porn of Jimmy after he tries and fails in drugging and taking advantage of them? Or if snuff is too far for you, maybe just in general ruining of his life? Super sorry if this is too weird, I respect your boundaries and I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!!!

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I ❤️ SNUFF 😁 smiles sweetly

genre: smut, dark fic

gender neutral reader, genitalia isn't described

word count: 2.2k

warnings/content: dead dove, attempted rape, actual rape, kidnapping, drugging, snuff, jimmy dies 🥳🎉

(>_< this is my first time writing smth like this #sorry if its dumb. bleh)

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Nights like this were routine for Jimmy; go to a bar, chat up someone that looked the most deprived of their father's affection, roofie them, and take 'em home. Not like anyone would miss a dumb whore in the first place, so it's all guilt free.

Everything was going smoothly with you, although it was frustrating how you kept your hand protectively over your drink the entire time. You also don't seem particularly interested in his advances, so drugging you unconscious was the only course of action. Problem was, the opportunity never arose.

His impatience began to grow. He was not used to being denied what he wanted, and he started to feel irritated by your resistance. You were certainly a difficult target.

Losing interest, his focus diverted away from you, scoping out anyone else that looked drunk enough to make his goal an easy feat. He takes a sip of his drink, grimacing at how it tasted unusually bitter, the flavor lingering unpleasantly on his tongue. Jim dismissed it as a minor quirk. He's just imagining things, the bartender must've made it wrong.

Deep down, an uneasy feeling nagged at him, an inexplicable sense of foreboding settling in his mind.

He doesn't remember anything before everything went black.

When he regains consciousness, he can hear the muffled sound of someone speaking, and through his unfocused, bleary vision, he can see a blinding light pointing directly at him. It takes him a moment to completely get a grip on reality.

Jimmy can tell he's on the floor, but the texture underneath him is similar to... a tarp? He can recognize a camera stand only a couple feet away from him, once his dizziness alleviates.

"Oh, good. He's waking up." He hears an... oddly familiar voice coming from nearby.

Jimmy attempted to move, but all of his limbs felt sluggish and slow. He quickly realized his wrists and ankles were bound together with thick rope that dug painfully into his skin.

"What... the fuck?" Jim manages to groggily mumble, panic washing over him.

"Say hi... um, whatever your name is. I forgot. Probably unremarkable, anyway. I mean... who would care to learn the name of a pig bred for slaughter?" The figure in front of him snickers at their own sentence. A chilling sense of recognition dawns on him.

You.

"Fuck." Is the most fitting word he could utter between his teeth to describe the horror gripping his chest in this moment. "What...– What did you do to me, you psychotic, fucking–" Jim spat, his words still slightly slurred from the lingering effects of the drug.

"Language." You scold, reprimanding him like a child. "I've already heard every insult you could throw at me. Honestly, men like you need to get more original."

He notices a USB cord connecting the camera to a laptop, the screen displaying what looks to be... a live chat, and his body, sprawled pathetically on the ground.

He was being filmed, streamed to a live audience. If he was close enough to read the chat, he'd be met with thousands of people egging you on to make him suffer, using every method in the book.

"Everyone's been so eager to see me butcher another piece of meat. You should be flattered that I chose you. You're gonna be a star." Your tone is eerily giddy.

"Flattered" was most certainly not the word he would have chosen to describe this predicament. "What... What do you want from me?" Jim sounded weaker this time, the fear finally starting to seep into his voice.

"It's not what I want from you, silly. This is about what I can do to you." Your clarification isn't any less threatening. "You tried your hardest to hurt me first, and usually I commend perseverance. But... being so committed to assaulting an innocent person... that's not worthy of praise. Punishment sounds more like what you deserve."

This is not happening. This cannot be real.

"H– Hey, okay, listen. I made a mistake." Jimmy stammers, trying to come up with anything to stall for time. Anything to throw you off. Anything to keep him alive. "Just let me go, I won't breathe a word of this, I swear to god–"

"God? God won't save you. You're not worth it. I don't know how many victims you've gotten your greedy hands on, but even one is more than enough for the death penalty. In my humble opinion." Kneeling on the ground beside him, you grab his face, forcefully turning it to make eye contact with the camera. "You're a pretty boy. Shame you turned out this way."

"Please– Just let me go. I– I'll give you cash, I got money." He pleaded, struggling against the restraints around his limbs. "I'll give you everything. I'll do anything, j–just–" He swallowed, his words faltering under the weight of his desperation.

"Money?" You laugh, like it's the most hilarious thing you've ever heard, and it very well may be. "Aww, you're cute. But no, I don't want your hush money." You position yourself above him, groping his hips, feeling his body up as if you're inspecting an animal.

"Don't–" His body tensed the moment you made contact with him, and he tried desperately to jerk his body forward to get away from your touch, but, well... you can't exactly do much without hands or legs, can you? "–Dont f– fucking touch me!" Jimmy cried out in vain.

"What gives you the right to beg, when the people you've hurt couldn't?" You roll your eyes at his whining. Men like him are always such crybabies.

"Hmm... should we do a poll, chat? Duct tape over his mouth, or no?" You type away on your keyboard, speaking casually to your deranged audience like nothing about this is remotely insane.

His heart thrummed against his ribcage, a cold sweat causing his clothes to uncomfortably stick to his body. "Wait– No! No, you c��can't–! People will look for me, y–you can't j–just–" Every word he speaks ia now filled to the brim with panic and dread, lacking their usual sharpness.

"No one is coming to help you."

You respond plainly. And truthfully, you aren't wrong. Jimmy knows he only has one friend in this entire world, and zero family that ever gave a fuck about him. There's no doubt that Curly would indeed search for him, but the police are useless. He'd file a missing persons report and the case would go cold in a month.

"I've known guys like you my whole life. So which one is it; Daddy issues? Mommy issues? Both? Either way, your parents obviously didn't care enough about you to raise you right. So family is out of the question."

That last sentence got through to him, hitting too close to home. "Shut up," Jimmy's face contorts with anger, "You don't know anything about me, you–" He growled, a weak attempt to hide the shame he felt deep down. He hated how clearly you saw through him. He was truly alone, and it stung.

"I know enough," You reply, without even a hint of emotion. In fact, you were infuriatingly nonchalant. "It's always the same story. Mom and dad fucked you up, so now you're bitter and old, taking any chance you can get to make people feel the same misery you have inside you."

Jimmy winced when you so ruthlessly pointed out the truth he always tried so hard to deny. He wanted to fight back, but what could he say? He was at your complete mercy, literally. So he stayed quiet, his body trembling in your grasp.

You study something closely on your screen, something he can't see, which makes him all the more nervous. "Duct tape it is." You nod to yourself, grabbing the roll you conveniently placed beside you, like you were prepared for this. To silence him. You're not gentle with it, either. You wrap the tape carelessly around his head, the material sticking to his hair and mouth, secured tightly in place.

A muffled protest comes from behind the tape, but it's just as pitiful as his pleading earlier. Your fingers loop around the hem of his jeans, tugging them down roughly. It's honestly a bit more of a struggle than you'd hoped for, with his squirming, plus the rough material not going down smoothly without a fight.

"Don't you think it's stupid to fight back at this point?" You huff, wiping sweat from your forehead when you finally get his pants down to his mid-thigh. "Like, come on. This is the end for you, and you know it. At least you'll be entertaining to watch..."

Dread. That's all he can feel right now. Pure, nauseating dread. Jimmy feels like he's been punched in the gut, struggling to keep the contents of his stomach from rushing to his esophagus. His adams apple bobs as he swallows down the painful, choked up sensation in his throat. He doesn't want to cry. He can't give up his pride just yet.

Jimmy's stubbornness doesn't last long when you yank his underwear down, his soft dick laying limp on his stomach. You straddled his hips, grasping his shaft agonizingly tight, making him involuntarily let out a panic stricken whimper. No one has ever touched him like this, in a way that made his entire body feel violated. He could sit in the shower for the rest of his life, and never wash off the filth.

Jim attempts, once again, to plead for mercy, his brown eyes glazing over with fresh tears.

He's thankful he can't see your face anymore.

You can't make out what he's trying to say, but it's not like you're all too interested to find out, anyway. He feels you shift on top of him, reaching over to grab something off a nearby table. As soon as the cold, metallic barrel of your handgun presses against the pulse point on his neck, his body stiffens, his cries halting altogether.

"That's right. You just stay nice and still." You mutter, maintaining that same calm demeanor you've had since you brought him here, sealing his fate. You've done this before, it's obvious.

It's terrifying.

You keep the gun against his throat as you slip him inside of your hole, albeit with some struggle of course, because he's not hard in the slightest. Jimmy's chest heaves, and he's sure he could vomit at any second. Everything about this makes him feel sick. He's trembling so hard, lightheaded from hyperventilating.

He wishes he would just pass out so he didn't have to feel you use his dick like a toy. Every time you sink back down onto him, it makes him physically recoil, cringing with every muscle in his body. It feels so... wrong. Depraved in a way that's too monstrous, even for him. Which is hypocritial of him to think, honestly. He's put, what, dozens of people in this exact position?

His senses are completely overwhelmed, and he's unable to let out the buildup emotions in a way that isn't letting tears flow freely down his cheeks, out of the fear that if he makes a single noise or complaint, you'd kill him early and continue desecrating his corpse, whilst every single person witnessing his final moments cheers you on.

"At least I'm getting some use out of you," You pant above him, getting off on his sobs, and his palpable, unadulterated fear. "You can be proud knowing you actually made someone cum before you died. I doubt you ever have before."

His eyes anxiously follow the gun as you move it to press it against his forehead. "I wonder where I should shoot you," You hum, deep in genuine contemplation, "I think everyone would like to see your brain splattered all over the wall. Or, I could shoot you right in the heart," You prod the barrel against his chest, "And watch you panic when you feel it stop."

Jimmy wanted to ask you to make it quick. Honestly, he's relieved he'll die when this is over. At least he wont remember a single thing about his fucked up existence when he's unconscious and rotting wherever you throw his corpse. At least he wont remember how he felt in this moment. It's a little comforting to let his mind wander elsewhere, thinking of how blissfully numb he'll be when you end his life.

You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through your body, and if you're being honest, his cock is big, even if it's flaccid inside you. What a shame that it'll go to waste soon. "None of this would be happening if you were a decent man. Isn't that funny?"

No, it isn't.

When you finally cum, he doesn't even have the strength left to be scared anymore. After years of longing for death, his prayers have been answered. It's not the most graceful way to go, but then again, he never expected his last moments to be peaceful.

You grip his hair, roughly twisting his head to look into the camera lense. Surprisingly, even to himself, he doesn't fight back.

"I don't know where you're going, but I hope it's worse than hell." You cock the gun, pressing the barrel to his temple.

The last thing he hears is a deafening gunshot that bursts his eardrum.

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[madame-fear]

Heyo! Can you do more Jonathan fluff pls! Thank you!!! Have a great day ❤️

Hii! Yes of course! I wasn't sure what to write, so I decided to write some fluff headcanons + a short fluffy fic that came to my mind 💕

Enjoy your reading, dear!! 🥰

(p.s: I don't know how to end fics 😂 sorry! Hope you enjoy it anyways 😘)

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Gotham!Jonathan Crane x Reader | Fluff Headcanons + Short Fic

When it comes to you, the little cinnamon roll is so devoted and loyal 🛐

He loves placing his head on your lap and have his hair petted by your soft hands. It makes him feel so calm and secured. Of course, if you need it too, he'll return the favour 💕

Is with you by your side 24/7. He can get so literally clingy with you! But only because you're his one and only safe space ❤

After he became Scarecrow, he'll try to spend as much time as possible with you. He'll take you star gazing to a place far away from the city, and he'll enjoy some good quality time with you while without anybody bothering you.

If you're star gazing and laying on the ground, he's going to want you cuddled by his side.

He's went through so much shit in his life. First, his mother died when he was very young, and then he witnessed his father getting shot. Even if he doesn't verbally express it, he needs you to be there and comfort him. And your presence is more than enough for him.

You'll often receive gifts such as flowers and hand-written notes sent to your job office, and he'd also send someone to give you coffee on your work 🤭

Whenever he can, he fills your face with tons of kisses! You'll both embrace into a tight and loving hug and he would literally shower you with pure love only for you 💕

He's not much into PDA, so he enjoys being himself and expressing his love in privacy, when you two can be completely alone.

You're the only person he can ever trust. You're the only one who's been there for him when he most needed it and he had nobody except you, so expect him to tell you everything that goes through his mind, his insecurities, fears, etc.

If he suddenly wakes up from a nightmare, he'll immediatly look for you. He feels so safe when you hug him and play with his hair while whispering sweet things so he forgets about the nightmare he had.

If you're the one waking up from a nightmare, he'll comfort you just like you do with him. He'll turn all the lights on and tightly hug you and he'd give you tons of kisses to make you feel better and less scared ❣

I think I made it clear that he loves holding your hands. He finds them so soft and comforting, and makes him feel safe knowing that you're there for him.

Loves cuddling with you! Or just feel your body pressed against his in general, it doesn't matter the place. You two are laying on the couch? On the bed? DOESN'T MATTER!! He's there to cuddle you.

Randomly hugs you from behind and nuzzles his head in your neck

There isn't a single moment where he doesn't express his ever loving feelings for you. One way or another, he always knows how to tell you he loves you. He'll either show he loves you by kissing you, hugging, cuddling, or protecting you.

Doesn't let you take shit from anyone. If someone disrespects you, he'll immediatly take care of him/her.

He isn't particularly very well when it comes to cooking, but he'll practice only to make you your favourite dinner after you come home from work.

FIGHTING OVER BLANKETS IN BED EVERY NIGHT ❤

Sometimes he wakes earlier than you only to make you breakfast and take it to bed. He wakes you up with kisses all over your head, nose bridge, and especially on your lips. Then he would go: "Good morning, sleeping beauty 😊"

Out of nowhere he would begin playing soft music and would offer you his hand, so you can grab it and slow dance with him.

Cheek kisses are the best type of kisses for him 🥰 When you kiss his cheek he feels so vulnerable, and his heart beats fast. He kind of feels shy when returning the kiss, but he does return it, and he loves smooching you 💕

Definitely prepares hot & warm baths for you when you're too stressed. Will also get you some tea for your bath 😭💕

He LOVES staring at you. He thinks you're so beautiful, like an angel sent from heaven. If you catch him staring at you, you teasingly blow a kiss to him or either poke your tongue out, causing him to get flustered and look away.

If you don't realise he's staring at you, he'll blurt out of nowhere: "You're soo incredibly pretty...", and now, it's your turn to get all blushy and goofily smile at him.

There are no words to describe how MUCH he loves you. You're his angel, his saviour, he thinks of you as something that's beyond this world, someone to love and cherish.

He wonders how someone like him has someone as amazing as you. When he does tell you that, you immediatly cup his cheeks and tell him all the things you love about him, and you also make him boost his own confidence and self-esteem.

Everyone who knows you personally just finds adorable the love you have for each other. The way you hold hands, kiss each others nose tip/lips, and protect each other is just 100% couple material 🥰👌

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The sudden noise that came from your alarm clock made you violently wake up from your deep sleep by nearly jumping out of bed. You groaned as you sleepily turned off the alarm clock, blinking a few times just so you could see better where the hell was the option to turn it off.

After turning off the alarm, your head instinctively fell back again to your pillow as your boyfriend kept tightly cuddling you. You were drifting yourself back to sleep again, but your boyfriends voice woke you up. "You've got work?" He sleepily mumbled to you.

The only thing you managed to was to nod as a way of saying 'yes' with your head in response to his question. "Can't you call in sick?" You began gently opening your eyes, to look at your boyfriend who now tightened his grip on you. "Come on, love. Don't be like that. I won't be away for long. It's just a few hours." Your voice was raspy from how sleepy you were. You had to get out of bed but your body was too tangled with him and, besides, he was warm.

"Please, angel. We can't spend much time together. Just for today..." The way he looked at you with sweet puppy eyes and his precious face being hit by the sunlight was too much, and he was already lurking you with his tight embrace and the warm he was gave you with his body + the sheets. He was right, with your work and his (as Scarecrow) you weren't spending as much time together as you used to. Maybe not going to work for one day wasn't so bad, after all.

You softly grabbed a piece of his messy hair and began twirling it in your finger. "Well..." you sighed, as he gently placed his hand in your cheek, caressing it with his index finger. "Fine. I'll call in sick, but just for today, prince." An enourmous smile began growing in his face, and he threw himself on top of you, squishing you, as he hugged you tightly.

"Thank you! I love you, my angel." He was now on top of you, filling your face with tons of kisses. His actions caused you to giggle, and you gave him a quick peck on his lips as you petted his soft hair. "Now, get off me. I've got to call my boss to tell him I won't be going. My voice is raspy enough to pass as sick, doesn't it?" You jokingly said, as your voice sounded as if you didn't feel very well, but truth is you were just sleepy and hadn't fully waken up.

His comments caused him to goofily chuckle, and he rolled back to his side of the bed as you grabbed your phone, ready to call your boss. As you were calling him/her, you turned around to look at your boyfriend, having his body laying all over the bed. He looked at you with his beautiful, sparkly blue eyes and you blew a kiss to him, causing his cheeks to get all reddish and giggle like a little girl.

You wondered how you were so lucky to have a beautiful boy like he was. He's always been so shy and awkward around you, even if you had already boosted his self-esteem a little bit. He just thinks you're so incredibly pretty, you literally turned his life around. If it were not for you, he wouldn't have been as happy as he is in these precise moments.

From the first moment he saw you, he already pictured his future with you. You instantly lightened up his world when he laid his eyes on you, and so were you fascinated by his adorable personality. You really couldn't ask for anything more now that you already had him in your life. ❤

[matan4il]

Hiiii, hope you're doing good❤️

not particularly important info but ever since the B/T scene last week when Taylor said "at least that's honest", I had this odd memory wanting to resurface, so I started rewatching random episodes and in Fight or Flight, Doug says "That was honest anyways" when they're driving on the highway after Maddie calls him a monster. And I realised that that was the memory wanting to resurface.

Don't know why but I wanted to share with you, sorry if it makes no sense 💙

Hi hon! It’s so sweet of you, thank you so much for caring, I’m doing my best! I hope you’re doing good! *HUGS*

Oh, don’t apologize, it makes a world of sense, and is a great point, I’m so glad you shared it! Because really, in both case, these couples have failed and mistrusted each other. The circumstances are very different, for example Maddie’s “failure” is a distorted perception in Doug’s obsessed and possessive mind (while Buck for real failed Taylor and she was right to be upset with him), and clearly the Kendall marriage was way unhealthier, but there’s still something pretty similar on the emotional level, where these couples don’t trust each other, don’t properly communicate, and when they end up lying to each other, this also results in bitterness and blaming from the partner that feels betrayed. When a r/s hits these levels of mistrust and bitterness and hurt, I think it’s the show’s way of saying that something is so broken there, it’s beyond reparation, even if some of the partners are not yet ready to admit it and let things end. But it will, whether they like it or not.

Thank you again for sharing, blue heart anon! Lots of fodder for thought. I’m sending you tons of love! xoxox

(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)

[lopez-richter-fangirl]

Hiiii long sappy post ahead but read for info about the upcoming release of my college fic in bold!!

I’m just over halfway through final edits and the final word count is hovering at around *drum roll* 127k words 😳 If you've been following, I know what you're thinking, yes that is more words than the first draft, I promise I did cut some stuff, this is what we're working with 🤪

So now I'm like... pretty much ready for it to be out in the world? And I hope everyone loves it as much as I do because it really has become very dear to me 🥹 Structure-wise it's appalling, clearly there's still so much that needs to be cut but I'm too attached to it. But emotionally, I think it hits all the right places, there are points it makes me want to cry, there are points it was pure torture to write and yet this doesn't even cover as many years as the real life pre-relationship, there are scenes where I really think the writing is beautiful if I do say so myself. It strayed a little further from real life than I think I originally thought it might but there are still a lot of moments that feel very real to me, or at least to what I imagine they could have been. And this particular characterisation of them? They're my babies. And I had to keep reminding myself while writing it that at this point they WERE babies (18 and 21??????) 😭

I’m very excited to post the first chapter tomorrow (for a reason that will be revealed) and then twice weekly after that on Wednesdays and Saturdays 🗓 Mostly because I don't know if or when I'll write another fic so I'm not ready for this one to be over too quickly 🥺 (Side note: definitely not ruling another fic out! I truly love writing these two so much and if inspiration strikes me again I'm sure I would go for it, but this was the last solid idea I had for a whole fic and I think that's part of why I've taken so much care over it and made it so fucking long trying to include every possible idea I had, because if I am going out on this I want to be going out on a high, which I think this is. I'm gonna try and shift focus to working on some original stuff and we'll just see what happens on the fic front. Anyway!) But when I was calculating dates I realised a twice weekly schedule also means it'll be starting in September and ending in May, which feels like a fitting span for this story, even though it takes place over several years 💙💛

It's going to be a longgg journey, but I hope you'll join me for it, if you want. I've been thinking it might be fun to post the wattpad links to each chapter on here along with a little mini commentary of any thoughts I have about it, any BTS on the process, songs that particularly fit?? I know that’s what author’s notes are for but I feel more connected to my tumblr audience than to wattpad, you know? I don't know, let me know ✏️ But I'm grateful for anyone that wants to read it and any and all feedback. It's rare for me to love my writing as much as I do with this fic but I think it's because of how grounded in reality it is, they definitely feel the most true to the way I see Joey and Lauren that I've ever written them. And I'm really excited to share it with you 🥰

Shoutout to Gabi who's read all but the epilogue and tells me it's good so I know at least one person likes it before I publish it, and is also all round the best and most supportive friend ❤️

And I have to say a huge thank you to anyone who's ever read one of my fics. It started off as a single oneshot after AVPW and I now have like 175k total reads across all my works 🤯 I know that's probably the same 5 people rereading them thousands of times but that's still an absolutely mind blowing number for me. I might not have rediscovered my love of writing if it weren't for all of you. Thank you 💗

And finally here's a cover reveal for Right Place, Wrong Time ‼️ (very basic lmao but some fun/painful fitting details)