#“Try disinfectant injections”

[robertreich]

10 Worst Things About The Trump Presidency

Donald Trump left office with the lowest approval rating of any president ever. But some people now seem to be suffering from amnesia.

Let me jog your memory. Here are 10 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency — in no particular order.

#1. Trump fueled division and sparked a record uptick in hate crimes.

#2. Murder went way up under Trump. He presided over the largest ever single-year increase in homicides in 2020. A number of factors might have contributed to that, but a big one is…

#3. Gun sales broke records under Trump, who has bragged about how he “did nothing” to restrict guns as president in spite of…

#4. Under Trump, America suffered more than 1,700 mass shootings.

#5. Trump said there were "very fine people" among the neo-Nazis in Charlottesville.

I’m halfway to ten. If you think I’m missing something big, leave it in the comments.

#6. Trump allied himself with the Proud Boys, a violent hate group who helped orchestrate the Jan 6 Capitol attack.

#7. Trump’s not wrong when he says…

TRUMP: I got rid of Roe v. Wade.

It is entirely because of Trump’s judicial appointments that 1 in 3 American women of childbearing age now lives in states with abortion bans.

#8. One of Trump’s Supreme Court justices was Brett Kavanaugh, a man accused of sexual assault by multiple women.

#9. Trump’s White House interfered in the FBI’s investigation of Brett Kavanaugh’s alleged sexual assaults.

And now: #10. Trump has been convicted of committing 34 felonies while in office. The criminally false business filings he got convicted for in New York? All of them were committed while he was president.

I’m sorry, did I say the 10 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency? I meant 15.

#11. Trump’s failed pandemic response is estimated to have led to hundreds of thousands of needless deaths. By the time Trump left office, roughly 3,000 Americans were dying of covid every day. That’s a 9/11-scale mass casualty event every single day. How did Trump screw up so badly?

#12. Trump’s White House discarded the pandemic response playbook that had been assembled by the Obama administration.

#13. Trump disbanded the National Security Council’s pandemic response team.

#14. Trump repeatedly lied about the danger of covid, saying it was no worse than the flu or that it would go away on its own.

But behind closed doors, Trump admitted he knew covid was deadly.

#15. Trump promoted fake covid cures like hydroxychloroquine and even injecting people with disinfectants.

After Trump’s “disinfectant” remarks, poison control centers received a spike in emergency calls.

That’s fifteen things. Should I keep going? Ok, I’ll keep going. The 20 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency.

#16. Trump presided over a net loss of 2.9 million American jobs — the worst recorded jobs numbers of any U.S. president in history.

#17. Trump profited off the presidency, making an estimated $160 million from foreign countries while he was president.

#18. Trump also billed the Secret Service over $1 million for the privilege of staying at his golf clubs and other properties while they protected him. That’s your money!

#19. Trump caused the longest government shutdown in U.S. history when he didn’t get funding for his border wall, which he said Mexico was going to pay for.  

#20. Under Trump, the national debt increased by about 40% — more than in any other four-year presidential term — largely because of his tax cuts for the rich and big corporations.

You didn’t really think I was stopping at 20, did you? We’re going to 25 —

#21. Trump separated more than 5,000 children from their parents at the border, with no plan to ever reunite them, putting babies in cages.

#22. The Muslim Ban. Yes, Trump really did try to ban Muslims from entering the country.

#23. Trump sparked international outrage by moving the American Embassy in Israel to Jerusalem while closing the U.S. mission to Palestine.

#24. Trump tasked his son-in-law Jared Kushner with drafting a potential Middle East “peace plan” with zero Palestinian input.

#25. And finally, Trump recognized Israel’s occupation of the Goh-lahn Heights, which is considered illegal under international law.

So there you have it, folks: The 25 Worst — Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Did I mention the impeachments? We’ve got to do the impeachments. Let’s go to 30.

#26. Trump broke the law by trying to withhold nearly $400 million of U.S. aid for Ukraine in an effort to extort a personal political favor from Ukraine’s Pres. Zelensky. Trump wanted Zelensky to interfere in the 2020 election by announcing an investigation into the Bidens. Delaying this aid to Ukraine weakened Ukraine and strengthened Russia.

#27. Trump personally attacked and ruined the careers of everyone who stood in the way of his illegal Ukraine scheme, including Ambassador Marie Yovanovitch and Lt. Colonel Alexander Vindman.

#28. To cover up the scheme, Trump ordered the White House and State Department to defy congressional subpoenas.

#29. For these reasons, on December 18, 2019, Trump became the third U.S. president to be impeached. He was charged with Abuse of Power and Obstruction of Congress.

#30. Even while he was being investigated for trying to get Ukraine to interfere in the U.S. election, Trump publicly called for China to interfere in the election.

So those are the 30 Worst Things —

I’ll go to 35.

#31. Long before Election Day, Trump started making false claims that the election would be rigged.

#32. After losing, Trump falsely claimed the election was stolen, even though his own inner circle, including his campaign manager, White House lawyers, and his own Justice Department and attorney general told him it was not.

#33. Trump kept telling his Big Lie even after more than 60 legal challenges to the election were struck down in court, many by Trump-appointed judges.

#34. Trump ordered the Department of Justice to falsely claim that the election “was corrupt.”

#35. Trump and his allies used threats to pressure state leaders in Arizona and Georgia to falsify the election results.

We may go to 40.

#36. When none of the previous schemes worked, Trump and his allies produced fake electoral votes cast by fake electors in multiple swing states. His former White House chief of staff and Rudy Giuliani are among the many members of his inner circle who have been criminally indicted for this scheme.

#37. Trump tried to bully Vice President Pence into obstructing the certification of the election.

#38. Trump invited a mob to the Capitol on Jan 6 with his “be there, will be wild” tweet.

#39. Sworn testimony alleges that when Trump was warned that members of the crowd were carrying deadly weapons, he ordered security metal detectors to be taken down.

#40. Knowing the crowd had deadly weapons, he ordered them to go to the Capitol and…

TRUMP: …fight like hell.

#41 — Yes, yes, I know, bear with me.

Trump betrayed his oath to defend the nation by doing nothing to stop the Jan 6 violence. Instead, according to witness testimony, he sat and watched TV for hours.

#42. On January 13, 2021, Trump became the only president ever to be impeached twice. This time he was charged with incitement of insurrection. It was a bipartisan vote.

#43. The majority of senators — 57 out of 100 — voted to convict Trump, including 7 Republican senators.

So that’s the two impeachments and the Big Lie, but wait, we haven’t dealt with Russia, right? So we’re going to 50.

#44. In a likely obstruction of justice, Trump pressured then FBI Director James Comey to stop the FBI’s investigation into Trump’s National Security Adviser, Michael Flynn. This was documented in the Mueller report.

#45. When Comey didn’t bend to Trump’s will, Trump fired him.

#46. Trump tried to shut down the Mueller investigation by ordering White House Counsel Don McGann to fire Mueller. McGann refused because that would be criminal obstruction of justice.

#47. When news got out that Trump tried to fire Mueller, Trump repeatedly told McGann to lie — to Mueller, to press, to public — and even create a false document to conceal Trump’s attempt to fire Mueller.

#48. Trump ordered his staff not to turn over emails showing Don Jr. had set up a meeting at Trump Tower before the 2016 election with representatives of the Russian government.

#49. Trump convinced Michael Cohen to lie to Congress about Trump’s plans to build a Trump Tower in Moscow, and Cohen served prison time for lying to Congress.

#50. Trump was not charged for criminal obstruction of justice because it’s the Justice Department’s policy not to indict a sitting president, but more than a thousand former federal prosecutors who served under both Republicans and Democrats, signed a letter declaring there was more than enough evidence to prosecute Trump.

So those are the 50 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency. Now I could go on…

And I will! The 75 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency.

#51. Trump said he’d hire only the best people, but…

His campaign chair was convicted of multiple crimes.

So was one of his closest associates.

His deputy campaign chair pleaded guilty to crimes.

So did his personal lawyer

His National Security Adviser

The Chief Financial Officer of his business

A campaign foreign policy adviser

And one of his campaign fundraisers.

They all committed crimes, and Trump pardoned most of them.

#52. Trump said he’d drain the Washington swamp. But he appointed more billionaires, CEOs, and Wall Street moguls to his administration than any administration in history

#53. Trump intervened to get his son-in-law, Jared Kushner top-secret clearance after he was denied over concerns about foreign influence.

#54. Trump hosted a Russian Foreign Minister to the Oval Office, where Trump revealed top-secret intelligence.

Oh, and Trump’s economic policies!

#55 Trump promised that the average American family would see a $4,000 pay raise because of his tax cuts for the wealthy and big corporations. How’d that work out? Did you get a $4,000 raise? Of course not! Nobody did!

#56. Trump vowed to protect American jobs, but offshoring increased and manufacturing fell.

#57. Trump said he would fix America’s infrastructure, but it never happened. He announced so many failed “infrastructure weeks” they became a running joke.

#58. Trump said he would be “the voice” of American workers, but he filled the National Labor Relations Board with anti-union flacks who made it harder for workers to unionize.

#59. Trump’s Labor Department made it easier for bosses to get out of paying workers overtime, which cheated 8 million workers of extra pay.

#60. Trump repeatedly suggested he might serve more than two terms in violation of the Constitution — and continues to do so.

#61. Trump called Haiti and African nations “shithole” countries.

#62. Trump tried to terminate DACA, which protects immigrants brought to the U.S. as children. Luckily this was struck down by the courts.

#63. Trump called climate change a “hoax.”

#64. Trump pulled out of the Paris Climate Agreement.

#65. Trump rolled back more than 100 environmental protections.

#66. Every budget Trump proposed included cuts to Social Security and Medicare.

#67. Trump tried (and failed) to repeal the Affordable Care Act, which would have resulted in 20 million Americans losing insurance. And striking down the ACA’s protections for the roughly 130 million people with pre-existing conditions could have driven up their insurance premiums or led to a loss of coverage.

#68. Trump made it easier for employers to remove birth control coverage from insurance plans.

#69. By the end of Trump’s term, the number of people lacking health insurance had risen by 3 million.

#70. Trump lied. Constantly. He made 30,573 false or misleading claims while president — an average of 21 a day, according to Washington Post fact-checkers.

#71. Trump allegedly took hundreds of classified documents on his way out of the White House, reportedly including nuclear secrets, which he then left unsecured in various parts of Mar-a-Lago, including a bathroom. He was even caught on tape showing them off to people.

#72. Trump seriously discussed the idea of nuking a hurricane.

#73. When Hurricane Maria hit Puerto Rico, Trump delayed $20 billion of aid and allowed Puerto Rico to be without power for 181 days.

#74. Trump suggested withholding federal aid for California wildfire recovery and said the solution was to “clean” the “floors” of the forest.

#75. Trump pulled out of the Iran deal, placing Iran on a path to developing nuclear weapons.

Honestly, there’s so much more, from exchanging “love letters” with North Korea’s brutal dictator to publicly denigrating a Gold Star military widow and making her cry, to the way he attacked journalists, to late night tweet binges.

Look, I can understand why a lot of people want to block all of this out of their memories. But we cannot afford to forget just how terrible Trump’s time in the White House was for this nation.

And we sure as hell can’t afford to put him back there.

[xoluvx]

thirst comments; b.elish

this was a request, ily & thank u anon for requesting this! 🩵

"That was a good one," you say nonchalantly pointing at Billie while looking at the camera and nodding approvingly. She's sitting next to you. Her cheeks red. Lips doing that cute half smile half frown thing. You can tell she's flustered as her voice falters each time she reads a new comment.

"Okay, what else do you have?" You clear your throat turning to look at her. She glances at you. You look so cute and serious with your arm propped on the chair, chin resting in the palm of your hand waiting expectantly. You were loving this. Watching her squirm and shift uncomfortable each time she read a thirsty fan comment.

She, on the other hand, is sweating bullets and burning through her chair as she's made to read the comments about herself. She wipes her palm on her shorts contemplating why she ever agreed to do this and why they’d insisted on you joining.

"Hm," she nods and her mouth forms a line. "Okay." She inhales looking down at the phone.

"Daddy." Billie says reading the single world putting her phone down while staring at the camera trying not to laugh while nodding her head.

"That's it," she says looking at you.

You’re looking at her curiously, head still propped on your hand. Lips pursuing.

“True,” you speak never taking your eyes off her. “You are indeed daddy,” you emphasize the word as her eyes bulge and she rolls them slightly, mouth open. She’s getting flashbacks of your voice in her ear chanting the word, your hand in secret places.

“Do you want to read the next ones?” The producer speaks from behind the camera and Billie glances at her with an ‘oh god please no’ look. But your face has mischief written on it and of course you’d love to read the next ones you say sweetly reaching out for the phone. When your fingers brush her covered thigh, she squirms and her mouth forms a tight line. Chest beating rapidly.

You clear your throat looking at the next comment. Your mouth falls open and your brows raise feeling a sudden rush of heat consume your face. These weren’t even about you and you felt flushed. You glance at Billie who was a bundle of nerves, leg shaking, hand palming her knee as she waited.

“I would bathe in 99.9% disinfectant, drink that shit, even inject myself with it—if it meant getting a shot at bagging that pu-“ Billie screams and covers her mouth as you giggle unable to finish. Her eyes are big and almost watering from laughter. She pulls at her shirt tossing her head back before waving her hands in front her. You laugh and lean forward on your chair, head hanging low matching her sobbing laughter. You were sweating and you couldn’t believe you’d just spoken those words.

“Ya’ll some horny horny m-“ Billie started saying, but you cut her off with the next one.

“Mommy? Sorry. Mommy?” You laugh squinting your eyes unable to keep them open from laughing, belly and lungs aching.

Billie squeals and melts in her chair, body sliding off as you watched her pool on to the floor. She hid her face. You reach out for her rubbing the top of her head. You hand lands on the back of her neck as she looks up at you, leaning on the chair.

“Do you identify as mommy or daddy?” You ask searching her face, legs crossed, hand still behind her neck cradling her head. She feels your fingers gently rubbing her scalp and getting tangled in her hair. She knew you were teasing, but it was almost as if the cameras were gone and you were genuinely asking.

Billie bit her lip and blushed.

“Uh,” her brows furrow and her lips purse in thought. Then she cracks a smile and you’re leaning down into her laughing hysterically and she’s laughing too and her hand reaches up for your cheek and she’s just holds you completely ignoring the cameras. Your hands in her hair, her hand on your cheek. Just the two of your in your own little world.

“You’re totally daddy,” she whisper in her ear and she moans ever so softly affected by your words still clinging to your face. The flashbacks come back and stronger and she just wants to get home to recreate them.

“Okay, cut.” Billie waves her hand covering your faces when you share a small kiss. Giggles and laughter fill the room.

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shout out to @your-queer-gal-nikki

[queertea33]

Remembering when Trump suggested we should try injecting our self with disinfectant in the beginning of the Covid Pandemic.

We can't let that be President again ^^^^

[leighsartworks216]

On The Count Of Three

Harvey x FTM!Farmer

I've been thinking about this idea for days, but I've only just been able to write it sort of like how I want it. I'm not 100% happy with the ending but trying to expand it out made it worse so I chose the less worse option (in my mind). Slightly inspired by my fear of needles and my third-degree yearns of wanting Harvey to take care of me

Warnings: needles, injections, mention of fear of heights, anxiety, references to Harvey's ten heart event, slight hurt/comfort, semi-implied transphobia (not addressed)

Word Count: 1,002

Masterlist

AO3

Harvey washed his hands in the bathroom sink. He wasn’t even thinking about it, so second nature to nearly everything he did at work. Instead, he thought mostly about what he needed to grab from the medicine cabinet.

A bandaid, disinfectant, a fresh needle, and the bottle of testosterone. He repeated them in his head like a mantra as he dried his hands off and began grabbing each item in turn. With everything secured in his arms, he leaves the bathroom behind and heads into the bedroom. 

The farmer fidgeted anxiously as they sat on the edge of the bed, watching him intensely as he set everything aside and ripped open the disinfecting wipe.

Harvey couldn’t help but feel honored to be trusted with this. Yes, he was a doctor, but it was nearly a year after their arrival in Pelican Town that they told him about their plans for medically transitioning. They’d admitted to him later that they were afraid of the people in this small town rejecting them or worse. They were so alone in Zuzu City for so long, they’d hate to feel that way again here.

This had become a sort of ritual after that. When the prescription first came in, they’d held it in their hands, staring down at it as they sat on the exam table, like it was an alien baby they were holding. He asked if they needed help the first time, to know what to do. But it quickly became abundantly clear when he tried handing the prepped needle off to them that they couldn’t do it on their own.

As he knelt down on the rug by the bed, he looked up at them. They were looking away now, staring hard at the wall. Their hands shook in their lap, fingers tapping uneven patterns against their thighs. The cold shock of the disinfectant startled them, but they just closed their eyes and tapped another rapid pattern against their skin. He set the used wipe aside and removed the guard off the needle, drawing the proper amount of the hormone into the reservoir before setting the bottle aside.

Each sound made them more visibly anxious. He could hear them swallow thickly, hear the slight tremor in their breaths. If he was any closer, he’d hear the rapid beating of their heart against their ribcage.

He took one of their hands in his, and kissed the slightly sweaty palm with deep fondness. He thought this was one of the bravest things he’d ever seen them do. Nevermind going down into the mines, every single week they faced their fear, trusting in him to get them through it. And every single week, he did, and every week after they were ready to close their eyes, grit their teeth, and get through it again.

“It’s alright, dear, I’ve got you. Take some deep breaths now, alright?”

The first inhale was shaky. The exhale was squeezed out like somebody trying to get air out of a bag before they closed it. He waited patiently as they repeated the doctor’s orders a few more times, each subsequent one becoming smoother and easier. He hummed his approval, encouraging them to keep going.

He kissed their palm again reassuringly before setting their hand aside with a comforting squeeze. When he let go, their next exhale was choppy and nervous. There was nothing for it; the sooner he got this over with, the sooner they’d actually be able to calm down.

“Okay, ready?”

They nodded, eyes shut impossibly tight as they prepared for the sting.

“On the count of three. One… two… three.”

He slid the needle into the appropriate depth, drew some blood into the needle, and pressed down on the plunger to inject the dose. Their hands clenched into tight fists, clutching at nothing or the blanket underneath them. They remained that way for a moment after he removed the needle and clicked the guard back in place and set it safely aside. He peeled open the bandaid, removed the two pieces protecting the sticky parts, and expertly planted it over the injection site.

“All done! How are you feeling?” He took both their hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over their knuckles to smooth out their fists. They sighed deeply as they finally opened their eyes to look down at him, blinking spots from their vision.

“Exhausted,” they admitted. Harvey was no stranger to how much energy being scared ripped out of a person. He kissed the inside of their wrist. “Thank you for helping me with this. I know it’s kind of stupid.”

He squeezed their hands. “Hey, it’s not stupid. I think being scared of needles is a very justified fear.”

They huffed. “I know, it’s just… We’ve been doing this every week for how long now? I shouldn’t be so scared, but even just thinking about it…” They shuddered. “Which is dumb because it just happened, and it barely hurt at all, so why am I still so freaked out by it?”

He stood up from the ground, letting their hands go to brush some hair from their face, cupping their cheek sweetly. “You remember our first date?”

A bubbly laugh erupted from them. They didn’t expect this to be brought up again after so long. “Yeah, I remember.”

He smiled. “I was terrified of going up in that hot air balloon. But I still did, because…” He chuckles bashfully. “Well, because you were so brave, I felt like I could do it anyway, if you were there. But I’m still terrified of heights!”

“So, you’d go up in another balloon if I was there?”

“In a heartbeat. I’ll always be scared, but if you’re there, I can be a little brave. Or at least try to be.”

They grinned, leaning into his hand. “I love you.”

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to their lips, mustache tickling their upper lip in an oh so familiar and pleasant way. “And I love you.”

[cheri-2047]

Have you done Cynos new quest? If so, may I request a Tighnari x Reader oneshot where the reader also takes part in the duel at the end (as the traveller or something). Even tho they won they still got injured (but pretended to be fine as to not appear as weak) and after everything settled down and they went back to the city Tighnari takes care of them? Basically some fluff, comfort kinda thing? Sorry if it sounds kinda complicated :')

Thank you and have a good day/night!!

THANKS FOR REQUESTING !! So sorry this took long btw 😔

so uh… I didn’t actually do the story quest cause I stopped playing when lyneys banner was over 💀 BUT I will write like Tighnari tends to ur wounds (that you got after a commission)

Tighnari x injured reader

TAGS: fluff/comfort, blood/wounds

CHARACTERS: Tighnari, mentions of Paimon

A/N AT THE END !

You opened the door to you and your boyfriends shared home, covering the blood stains on your shirt with a bag of things you got payed for in the commission.

“you’re home!”

tighnari walked up to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He raised an eyebrows upon seeing some blood on your shirt,

“what’s th-“

“I’m going to bed, I’m a bit tired.”

you said, before paimon interrupted “heyyy! You haven’t even promised paimon her snacks for helping you when you got in-“

“kitchen paimon, top cabinet”

you slumped your way to your bedroom, not wanting to sleep with tighnari tonight so he wouldn’t see your wounds.

as you removed your shirt, you winced, looking at the loosely wrapped bandages around your torso.

“shit….”

you unwrapped it, carefully and slowly. meanwhile, back in the kitchen, paimon was running through the cabinets.

“aha!”

“finally! Paimon deserved this!”

she drooled at the sight of the chips, tighnari finding it odd how she actually helped In a commission. He heard your distant grunts, your curses, everything no matter how much you tried to stay quiet.

“paimon, how was the commission?”

he asked, hoping she’d give some info.

“Traveler got stabbed pretty badly by a hilichurl camp! Then traveler told paimon to stay quiet and they’d give me their snacks from inazuma!”

Paimon exclaimed, completely disregarding your agreement with her. “oops…. Uh.. don’t tell traveler”

she snickered, while stuffing her face with some dango you had left over.

“thank you paimon.”

and just like that, tighnari left the room.

you were struggling to tend to your own wounds, trying to not stain the sheets or anything, when you heard a familiar voice.

“tsk. You’re hopeless.”

Your boyfriend sat next to you and grabbed a cotton, adding some liquid to help disinfect it.

“Paimon told me everything. Don’t bother to hide it.”

he held your hand tightly before disinfecting the wound. It hurt a lot.

“agh-! Nari-“

you winced, holding his hand tightly

“almost done.”

you tried to not yell in pain, knowing tighnari’s ears are quite sensitive.

“I need to stitch these, drink this first.”

he suddenly pushed a drink to your lips. It was a drink to help you get sleepy so you wouldn’t feel much pain.

as you were being stitched up, nari held your hand tightly and placed a scarf nearby to your mouth to bite for pain.

he winces whenever he sees a particularly deep wound/scar, hoping the anesthesia is still strong while he treats them (yes he also injected some to you after he made you drink a sleep thing)

when he’s finished, he changes you out of your clothes. He obv doesn’t touch any intimate areas

the moment he changes you to comfier clothes, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“oh traveler….dont hide things like this from me.”

he stays up all night to care for you.

the next morning, he does everything. Cleans dishes, makes sure you don’t move at all and most important (and the scariest thing…) he needs to hear what happened from YOUR mouth.

he reassures you that even if you’re injured, it’s okay to ask for help.

the entire day(every day until you’re better) he pampers you.

the end

A/N; CAN U TELL I RAN OUT OF IDEAS IN THE END 💀 my bad, and also thanks for the request ! Ask for another if u want it rewritten lmao. Anyways I also realized that I actually may have mischaracterized him cause I realized how little info I know abt this man AS IF I DONT LITERALLY COSPLAY HIM 💀💀💀 anyways that’s it, thank u !

[dresden-syndrome]

Lab whump hellooooooooooo???? What's your favorite lab whump scenario to put helpless whumpees in?

Hello there! Thank you for asking!😌✨

Here's my favorite stuff the EESU Advanced State Research lab whumpees are forced to go through:

🔸Doctors gathering around a restrained whumpee on the medical table

🔸Gently patting whumpee on the head while rubbing a disinfectant cotton pad across the exposed skin before the injection

🔸A terrified whumpee, held by the staff or strapped to bed without even a slightest room to resist, bracing themselves for what's to come, eyes filling with tears and futile, empty pleads for mercy coming from their lips

🔸The vulnerable, completely exposed whumpee being closely watched by doctors and nurses during the experiment

🔸"Shh, don't fight it. The more you struggle, the more it will hurt. "

🔸Sedating aggressive, fighting whumpee with a drug that takes a while to kick in and watching them trying desperately to stay awake

🔸Painful procedures without anaesthesia AS A PUNISHMENT FOR ATTEMPTED ESCAPE

🔸Being called an assigned number instead of whumpee's name

🔸Whumpee instinctively searching for a hiding place at the tiniest sounds of doctors' footsteps

🔸Getting praised about what a good subject they are, how useful they'll be for the government and how their contribution will advance the people's healthier and happier lives

🔸Getting reminded they're not a person anymore, nothing more than a living material to use and everything performed on them is ideologically justified

🔸Medical stuff talking about whumpee as if they're not in the room

🔸Radio or vinyls playing in the hall to drown out whumpee's screams and cries

🔸Shivering and clenching with dreadful anticipation before the pain begins

[archangeldyke-all]

HIIIIIII !! just thought of something else for sevika and vampire reader AHFBAFAFLS

since vampires and humans are quite obviously different, how would sevika react if the reader were to study her and how would the relationship be because of the different characteristics that vampires (nocturnal) and humans have?

black reader if possible pleasee <33 i love how you wrote it last time!

oh cute cute cute cute!

same disclaimer as last time, just incase this gets a new reader: i'm white! so i'll try to make it an obviously black reader, but if i get anything wrong lmk and i'll be happy to change it!

men and minors dni

the first time she wakes up to you watching her, she freaks out.

"what the fuck are you doing?" she asks. you shrug.

"watching you sleep."

"...why?" she asks, slowly sitting back down from where she snapped out of bed at the sight of you hovering two inches above her body, lovingly looking down at her.

you shrug again. "i like watching you. you're pretty." you say. she blushes a bit, and you grin, and she shakes her head.

"go to sleep." she grumbles, pulling you down to the bed, wrapping her arms around you. you laugh.

"i don't really sleep." you say. "just kinda close my eyes and wait for a while."

sevika pouts. "doesn't that get boring?" she asks. you shrug again.

"not when i can watch you." you say. she groans and you kiss her nose. "go back to sleep. i'll keep watch." you say with a wink. sevika scoffs.

sometimes, sevika will try to bring you home 'dinner.'

it's just road kill she grabs by the tail, smacking it on the counter with a grin as she presents it to you.

you don't have the heart to tell her that the blood you drink has to come from a relatively fresh kill. you just smile, kiss her, throw out the poor animal, and disinfect the counter for her.

i think sevika would generally keep the same hours as you, actually. she's probably pretty busy at nights, since that's when the last drop is open, so that's when she's working. it's kinda nice, because on the rare day that the sun aligns so it actually streams down into the depths of the undercity, you have to stay in the apartment, and sevika's always there to entertain you.

she'd be shocked to find out that garlic doesn't bother you.

"you're fucking kidding me!" she groans. you chuckle.

"why are you so upset?"

"i've been avoiding eating garlic for months for you!" she says. you burst into laughter. "do you know how fucking bland my food's been?" she asks. you just giggle and pull her in for a kiss.

"you're cute."

one night, as you're finishing up your skincare routine, lotioning your legs, sevika hums from where she lays in bed. you look over your shoulder at her.

"what?"

"i thought vampires were supposed to be all... pale and gray." she says. "how're you still so bronze and glowy?" she asks.

you burst into laughter and tackle her to the bed.

"that's just a stupid myth." you say. "we all keep the same skin tone we had when we changed."

"oh." she says, slightly embarrassed, blushing again. you pepper her face with kisses, laughing at the way she cringes.

sevika's kinda obsessed with your fangs. you'll catch her staring, a sparkle in her eye, and each time you do, her shoulders shoot up to her ears and she blushes as she looks away.

one day, you come home with just a bit of blood on your chin. sevika wipes it off for you, gasping when you lick it off her thumb. you blink up at her, and she gulps.

"is it... does it..." she tries. you're patient as you wait for her to gather her words. "i read once that s-sometimes... vampire feeding can feel good for the victim?" she asks. you grin.

"sometimes." you say, nodding. "if i want it to. i can inject a bit of... i dunno venom? into their bloodstream. makes 'em all hazy-- it's meant to be so they don't struggle, but a lot of people really like it." you say, giddy at the way sevika's eyes grow wider and wider with each of your words. she gulps.

"is that... i mean... do you ever think about...--"

"about drinking your blood?" you ask. sevika blinks. "all the time. you smell fucking divine, and i already know you taste good." you say, trailing a finger down to flick at her pants' button. "i'm sure your blood would be delicious." sevika's heart is beating so fast you worry she'll pass out. you just laugh and press a kiss to her cheek. "but i don't want to do that to you yet." you say.

"wha--why?" sevika pouts. you laugh.

"'cause i like you. don't want you with me just because you're addicted to the feeling, want you with me because you wanna be with me." you say, shrugging. sevika melts a bit.

"but you... you already know i'm in love with you." she mumbles. you blink.

"you are?" you ask. sevika blinks up at you, a shocked look on her face.

"you didn't know?"

"n-no!" you say. "you never told me that!"

"i thought you could read minds!" she says. you laugh.

"where the hell'd you get that?"

"my books!" she cries, a blush creeping up her cheeks. you grin.

"you need some better books, babe." you say, swooping forward to kiss her cheek. she sighs in embarrassment.

"i love you too." you whisper against her cheek. "though you probably already figured that out from the stalking and love letters and stuff." you say, chuckling. sevika smiles.

"i hoped so, yeah." she says. you laugh. "so does this mean you'll bite me?" she asks. you laugh again.

"not today." you say. "i wanna make sure it's perfect. gotta make sure i won't take it too far, either. we should probably start with, like, slicing your palm, before i drink from your arteries. i get a bit... primal, when i'm feeding." you say. sevika just shivers at the description.

"fuck." she mumbles. you grin and kiss her again, biting her lower lip between your teeth. she shudders as you tease your fangs against the flesh.

"but someday." you promise her. she gulps and nods.

"someday." she agrees.

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[actual-changeling]

hello and welcome back to angst time with alex, the series where i, alex, (hopefully) cause everyone severe emotional pain for funsies!

have a pre-arcadia ficlet because "you're making this personal" has been bouncing around my brain like a screensaver all day.

tagging @today-in-fic

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You're making this personal.

Did she make it personal? Did she really? Even more than three weeks later, she still cannot answer her own question.

It had been personal, that much she knows for certain, no matter how much Mulder might try to deny it; the past is not what is spinning a web in her mind. 'Making' implies it hadn't been personal before, and Scully thinks about love confessions surrounded by chlorine and disinfectant, high school reunions, and a Christmas filled with ghosts.

If none of that had been personal, if all of it had been, what, professional? The mere idea feels like nails scratching on a chalkboard, fundamentally wrong and against everything she knows—everything she thought she knew, anyway. Doubts are infecting her heart and festering within her blood, a poison that can only be purged the same way it was injected.

Fault lines are tearing apart the ground underneath her feet, and in the aftermath of the earthquakes they lived through, she is still waiting for new tremors to appear. Meanwhile, Mulder is flipping through their newly assigned Arcadia files and cracking sunflower seeds between his teeth.

Every discarded shell is another foot of earth breaking away, another inch of dark nothingness added to the ever-growing chasm separating them.

You're making this personal.

Maybe she did, just like he did in the hallway right outside his apartment, and her skin itches with the need to get up to try to run away and away and away. 

Simply to see if he will let her disappear this time. If he will grab her wrist and make it personal again. If he will force her to listen to a door slam shut behind her back as she questions the last six years of their partnership.

Another sunflower seed cracks open, another imperceptible flinch runs through her fingertips.

A matching set of rings is glinting between them on the desk, fitted to their hands, and, somehow, she knows Mulder will make it more than personal. He never not made it personal, not when he started all the way back in Bellefleur, not almost a month ago, surrounded by the Lone Gunmen and despair.

Scully feels the weight of his gaze and resists the urge to snap at him; she can practically hear him attempt to profile her. She doubts he will get it right any time soon.

"How about Rob and Laura?"

A day of fake names and faker marriage stories flung across the office, a day of heavy silence and jokes she left hanging in the air. She considers throwing the file in his face and going home. She considers starting a fight and pushing his buttons until he gets angry enough to be mean to her. Again. Until one of them slips up and speaks the name that's dangling above them like the blade of their personal guillotine.

Until he tries to make it personal, because it isn't—not anymore, not the way it was, and they both know it.

Instead, she flips to the next page and crosses her legs; she is wearing too much black and hasn't touched a skirt in two weeks. Familiar armour made of fabric and shadows, of heels, frantic sidesteps to avoid his touch, and the refusal to meet his eyes.

Mulder jokes and pushes because that's who he is. Scully lets him because the ghost of them refuses to dissipate, lingering in the corners of every room they're in.

Because the true lie of personal interest is all they have left.

"Sure, fine." Her voice sounds faint and hollow, and another sunflower seed shell hits the desk like a gunshot. "Whatever."

[sol-the-otter]

Training Day with Kix

Kix dreaded this day.  He knew it was coming and he dreaded it.  It was CPR  and field medicine training day with Torrent Squad and he had to somehow get them to settle down for a several hour long class. He already had a headache and it hadn’t even begun.

It went exactly as he thought it might. 

He brought out the training dummies and immediately saw a Look pass between Hardcase and Fives. 

some highlights of the day: 

- Echo trying to hard to listen and take notes, but with Hardcase dancing with the manikin in the background is making it very difficult. Kix's headache grows even stronger. But he's glad at least a few of the boys are trying. 

- Jesse is giving Fives feedback on his mouth to mouth technique and it turns into them showing off their kissing skills and trading techniques. Kix makes a note to make *them* disinfect the manakins after. 

- when he begins showing them how to use the AED (Automated External Defibrillator), Fives puts the pads on his own body and presses the button, fortunately the voltage is turned all the way down (as it should be) and he only recieves a mild shock. Kix has to pause the lesson so that he can treat Fives. 

- Lessons on how to hold and gently let down a fainting person turn into trust falls. Tup is really great at catching people, Hardcase gets distracted far too easily and misses Jesse, who tumbles to the floor. Kix uses this as an intro to how to deal with a concussion. 

- He shows them how to use a tourniquet and field dressings and Echo ends up tied to his chair. No one knows who did it. He is, however, tied really tightly and really well, with proper wound pressure. Kix hates that he's impressed.

- Dogma and Tup are active listeners and are the first to volunteer when live subjects are needed for carrying drills. Both them and Kix regret this immediately when Hardcase picks them up and runs out the door. 

- When explaining the proper way to give injections, Hardcase and Fives are just a *little* too excited about it, so Echo (who has the steadiest hands) does the demonstration on Dogma.  Kix makes an executive decision.  Dogma is very relieved.

-Rex sits in the background with popcorn. Rex is very happy that the children are not currently his problem. Kix needs a fucking nap.

[quinloki]

Trafalgar Law - Sweet

Requestor: Anonymous, @razzledazzleelderberry , @strawheart-pirate (You all wanted to see Law catch a break XD ) Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB she/her - no pronouns or bodily description was used in the final result. CW: Needle injection, visceral panic, vomit, amnesia, angst, happy ending

You don’t remember what caused you to end up in a hospital bed, but you weren’t in any pain. The steady beat of a heart monitor got your attention for a little bit, and the strong scent of bleach and disinfectants made your nose twitch.

You sat up slowly, and a vertigo in your head brought your hand up to some bandages wrapped around it. A dull aching throb was the first sense of pain you’d had upon waking up, but even as uncomfortable as it was, it wasn’t alarming. You didn’t feel like you were going to puke, and your vision wasn’t doubled.

The small room was clean and comfortable enough, and you got the distinct impression that you were under water, in a submarine. Why you believed that was beyond you, but you were very sure about it, and not bothered by it.

After a moment a tall man with dark hair came into the room. He was looking at a chart, and while you were certain he was a doctor, the jeans and t-shirt seemed a little informal, not to mention the tattoos and earrings. It was a nice change of pace, and he was certainly cute, but it was a little jarring.

“Heya, doc.” You say, giving a little wave as he looks up.

His eyes widen for a second before he smiles. “You’re up. Good. How do you feel?”

You move your hand back and forth. “So-so. A little dizzy, but nothing bad. Nothing hurt until I sat up, but the dizziness is already passing.”

“That’s good.” He sets the chart down and pulls out a small light, flashing it into your eyes and giving you an easy smile as he watches your pupils react. “Hungry?”

“Little bit.” You answer before looking around the room. You look back at the doc and give him a sheepish look. “What… happened?”

“Pardon?” The easy smile fades and there’s a look of concern on his face.

You tap the bandages around your head. “I don’t know how this happened.”

He straightens up, and gives you a look that’s uncomfortable. His eyes are searching, and his brows are furrowed. As much as he’s trying to keep his turmoil internal, you can feel your own pulse starting to rise in concern.

“What do you remember?” He asks finally.

“I…” You pause, brows furrowing, dread clawing up your chest. “I…” You can hear the heart monitor beeping faster, and the doctor’s hands are on your shoulders. “I!”

You can’t think of your name. You try to place people you should know - a friend, family, a job, something you enjoy.

“It’s okay,” he asserts, trying to catch your gaze, but your eyes are darting around. Everything is too close, too hot, too foreign. There’s no enough air in the small room and fear grips your neck.

“I can’t remember anything!” You cry, tears heaving out of your eyes as what little food you had left heaves out of your stomach. The doctor doesn’t step back and your anxiety rises, the need to apologize swirled away in the maelstrom of your lost memories.

Lost sense of self.

“I can’t!” Your fingers claw at the poor doctor, who moves quickly to grab your wrists. Before you’re even aware of it you’re pinned down to the bed, his commanding voice bellowing names you don’t recognize. “I can’t remember!” You cry, thrashing in pure panic as two more come into the room.

Every breath feels like glass dust, burning, cutting and choking you, but you can’t stop trying to pull oxygen into lungs that are desperate for it. You wanted to get out of the room, to run until your lungs burst, to outpace the fear gripping your heart and screaming for you to remember.

Dark cropped hair, longer strawberry red, they move with efficiency and the bed bucks and rocks as your beat and thrash against it and the binds that are trying to hold you to it. Panic and fear are becoming terror, you can’t remember your name, you don’t know where you are, or why you’re there. Everything was okay, it was all comfort and understanding until you tried to think on it. Tried to focus on it.

You had to get away! How could you have forgotten! Your own name, your own self, everything! It was all blank and if you could just get away! If you could leave you could outrun it!

You roar in frustration and fear, causing everyone around the bed to take a step back.

The doctor shouts orders and the other two move with similar practiced efficiency again. Syringe and medication, the doctor’s focus shifts, and the other two turn back toward you. Worry on their faces, soothing sounds falling from their lips, words lost to your fear and rage, drowned by a heart that pounds so fiercely in your chest your vision hazes red.

Four hands hold your arm perfectly still even as the rest of your thrashes and screams. The pinching sting of the needle goes completely unnoticed, but the effects of the drug that seeps into your vein is fast-acting.

The panic and terror stays in your eyes for only a moment before the drug relaxes you so much you fall back into an easy sleep.

-:-    -:-    -:-    -:-    -:-    -:-    -:-   -:-   -:-

You don’t remember what caused you to end up in a hospital bed, but you weren’t in any pain. The steady beat of a heart monitor got your attention for a little bit, and the strong scent of bleach and disinfectants made your nose twitch.

Your body feels heavy, like you slept so deeply that it didn’t want to wake. There’s someone sitting by your bed with dark hair and sideburns. The goatee frames a familiar face, golden earrings glinting softly in the dim light of the monitors.

Deep golden eyes look up from whatever he was reading, and he smiles. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You say back quietly.

“You hit your head.” He says evenly, carefully. He takes your hand into his gently. “You might not remember much, but it’s okay. Missing memories after a head injury happen.”

You wince a little and shake your head. “Yeah, it’s… kind of hazy. Thinking hurts.” You grunt a soft laugh and focus on his eyes. “What happened, Law?”

All the air leaves him and he presses his forehead to your hand.

“Law?” You question and he shakes his head, squeezing your hand.

“A minute,” he says, in a voice hoarse and nearly cracking. “Just… give me a minute.”

“… Are you crying? I’m sorry, I must’ve scared you when I got hurt.” You offer, sitting up enough to run your hand through his hair. You can hear the shuddering breath he draw in, eyes wet against your hand, even if you can’t see the tears, you can feel them.

He shakes his head again, turning his head enough you can see the tears drying against his eyes as he keeps your hand against his cheek and your other hand in his hair. There’s a soft smile on his lips and relief in his face.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He insists, kissing the top of your hand before he leans up toward you. He pauses for a moment, searching your eyes. “Snow drop.”

You smile, ruffling his hair with your fingers. “Yes, my love?”

He leans closer, giving you a gentle kiss, you can taste his tears on his lips. Once, twice, the sweet and slow kisses are light and gentle, and maybe a little desperate. He leans back enough to lightly kiss the tip of your nose.

“Don’t ever call me doc, okay?”

“But you are,” you reply, leaning toward him and initiating a kiss yourself.

“I’m a captain too,” he points out.

“Alright then - mmmph!” Your words are halt as he slips a hand along the side of your face, pulling you into a kiss that’s a little heavier than the ones before.

“Don’t call me captain either.” He huffs, gold eyes shifting from your lips to your eyes. “Please.”

“Of course.” You agree, kissing the tip of his nose this time. “How about Traffy?”

He grunts, his smile turning into a soured frown even if his eyes are still alight with joy. He starts to say something and stops, pulling you into another kiss. The salty taste of tears has given way to a soft warmth, and you notice an errant tear slip down his cheek as he leans back again.

“If it means you still remember me, you can call me Traffy.” He admits, pulling you into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

As though you’ll float away if he risks letting you go.

[tightsweatyclothes]

When Chloe and Natalie were offered the chance to serve the remainder of their sentence out of the prison compound, they jumped at the chance without even hearing the T&Cs. The padded outfit and helmet now seal them off from the world, insulating them in conditions far worse than those of the sensory deprivation cells. Inside the thick helmets and hoods, they can neither see nor hear the outside world. Regular disinfection and cleaning mechanisms in their attire ensures they never have to take it off, ensures that their hellish dark is permanent. Their own mouths are kept gagged, and the earpieces filled with loud and unbearable blips played at random intervals. The only thing they are allowed to feel in their skin is their own sweat, the smooth and overtight inner surface of the suit, the unbearable itching from chemicals injected into the suit.

Even though the itching makes them want to claw their own skin to pieces, tear at sticky sweaty itching until the blood runs, they may not even try to scratch, for their every movement is at the mercy of the electronic suit, and they may not so much as scream their frustration into the gag, lift a finger, tilt their head, make a step in the wrong direction without paying dearly for it with searing torture. Even as it feels as though ants and mites and bees are swarming the insides of their suits, they can only move their limbs slowly, and the more they try not to think about it, the worse the itching seems to get. Even their eyes are not exempt: inside the helmet, a bright light flashes into their pupils, and while it is on they have to follow it as it moves on the screen, and if not the eyeball tracker unit punishes them with a shock.

Inside the suits, the temperature is kept at 37°C, and the air they breathe is regulated, coming from canisters which have to be replaced regularly, filled with foul-smelling air which makes them feel like vomiting. When the air runs low, they are directed to a kneeling and bowed position at a refilling station which also serves to feed and water them, and furthermore recharge the suits, and finally allow them to pass a few drops of waste, never allowing the pressure at their bladders to fall below agonising urgency.

They spend their days at the mercy of the outfit, forced to follow its every order, unable to sleep for more than an hour at a time with their limbs bound together at the charging stations before being rudely awoken once more. This precious hour is the only time the continuous torments, the unrelenting control over their every motion lets up, allowing them to thrash against the steel shackles which keep their wrists and ankles firmly locked, allowing them at least to scream into the gag in desperate fury before sheer exhaustion takes over. Two weeks have passed, but already it feels like eons to the two pitiable girls, and there are several months before their performance review to decide if their punishment is to be lengthened, or made lenient, or simply continued indefinitely.

[cbk1000]

Anyway, remember that one too-long fic I wrote about dumb gay people pissing about in Yorkshire with some cows? Here's another preview for the sequel to it:

The rain had lived up (or rather down) that month to all those expectations which Yorkshiremen have of May, when that blessed country might be either the very embodiment of God’s chosen, or abandoned; and on a day when it was coming down like stair rods, in the local parlance, and like horse piss, in Merlin’s, and a sheep had decided to get into difficulties (not, of course, in barn or shed, but in a sopping field in which he was obliged to kneel with the struggling animal whose progeny were making as much of a cock-up of the birth as the rain was making of his jeans), he decided to broach Arthur’s mood, on the logic that they might as well get all of the nastiness over at once. The three were in accord: weather, birth, temperament, and though he could do nothing for the first, he was sorting out the second, and might as well have a go at the last.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, fishing out a leg from that Shiva-limbed confusion.

“What?” Arthur asked. He was huddled into his jacket, looking exactly as pleasant as the sky.

“You’ve been in A Mood ever since we got back from the wedding, so either let me beat up your dad, or tell me what’s bothering you.”

“So, my options are: let you physically assault a man twice your age, or tell you something that’s frankly none of your business.”

“Oh, please, like Uther’s some frail old man. Pretty sure he could take a pounding as well as his son.”

“Never, ever, ever say anything like that to me again.”

“Different kinds of poundings, obviously. I mean, so far as I know. I was just trying to say the sturdiness is genetic, I’m sure, and there’s no harm in me punching him in the face.”

“Right,” Arthur said, and rolled his eyes, and knelt down to dry each lamb Merlin passed off after he had clipped the umbilical cord and sterilised the naval area. The farmer, seeing all was well in hand, had gone in for tea, and likely was tarrying there to let the youths ride out that grim business in their sturdy young bodies, which, Merlin found, did not feel nearly so young laid out in the mud, with the wind getting in under their collar. He was shivering in his wet knit cap and torn coat, which Arthur had endured quite uncharacteristically admirably, till finally, when Merlin had pulled out the last lamb, and with chattering teeth was completing the business of severing and sterilising the final cord, he said, “For God’s sake” and tossed one of the towels which had been brought out for the lambs over him, and briskly rubbed down his shoulders.

The farmer returned with tea, and the news that one of the ewes who had given birth the day before had completely prolapsed her uterus.

“Well, this one’s at least sorted,” Merlin said tiredly. “Just needed an epidural and a bit of musical legs. Let’s have a look at the other.”

The other was a sweet little lady called Jenni, who was standing with the telltale red mass the size of a tennis ball protruding from her, and bleating uncertainly. They were in a shed at least this time, so he could make a thorough examination in comparable comfort, during which he remarked with relief there were no tears, but merely what looked to him a relatively straightforward prolapse, which could be put back with a bit of patience. He injected a little anaesthetic, then washed the prolapse in warm water which the farmer had brought, and into which he had generously mixed some disinfectant. Then the bladder was emptied, which Merlin explained to Arthur could generally be achieved by simply elevating the prolapsed tissue till the urethra was straightened, and which he saw now to his pleasure was all, indeed, this one would require, instead of puncturing the vaginal wall with a needle, which occasionally such cases necessitated. Next he lubricated the vagina generously, carefully reinserted it, and then stood, with his hand casually in that intimate position, waiting till it was warm to the touch again. The farmer had gone off once more to see to other business, now men of experience were about this one, and so he decided he might as well, whilst dawdling about with the vagina, see why Arthur had been doing his own impression of some wounded genitalia.

“So,” he said, waiting with his hand up the ewe for it to be ready for suturing, “you going to tell me why you’ve been grumpy even for you?”

“I haven’t been.”

“Yes you have. Morgana and I have been complaining about it behind your back all week.”

“It hasn’t been behind my back, you’ve said, to my face, multiple times, ‘Why are you such a sour cunt?’ And that was polite, compared to what Morgana said.”

“Well, why have you? Look, if you’re worried I’ll get into it with your dad after hearing in-depth what an arse he is, don’t worry, I’ll only ring my aunty who’s a witch and ask her to curse him.”

“She’s not a witch.”

“You Englishmen are always shitting on our proud heritage.”

[l1tw1ck]

Flu Shot

bottom!ftm!yandere Harvey x top!masc Reader

☆ Word Count: 915 ☆

☆ Fandom: Stardew Valley

↳ [EVENT REQUEST] | [No AFAB Language Ver]

CW: Non-Con, Drugging, Oral Sex, Riding, Creampie, Nipple Licking, Mentioned Pregnancy

You're Harvey's last client of the day. He already set Marnie home so it's just you and him in the building. You’re sitting on a patient bed with your doctor grabbing the necessary supplies to give you your flu shot.

"Are you scared of shots, [Name]?" Harvey asks.

You shake your head. "I trust you Harvey." You smile. "I feel safe around you, so what's to be scared of?"

Harvey blushes. "Nothing." He grins bashfully. He walks over to your exposed arm and wipes it to disinfect the area before injecting the "flu shot" inside you.

The effects hit you instantly. Do flu shots normally make you feel dizzy, weak, and unable to move? You can only blink and slightly move your mouth, it's too hard to say anything though.

"Finally.." He gets down on his knees and pulls your pants down. He kisses your bulge. "You're finally mine." He sighs lovingly, tugging your underwear down.

Harvey kisses the tip of your cock, a soft blush on his cheeks as he drags his tongue up and down your soft shaft and gets you hard.

Harvey wraps his lips around it and moves down your length, enveloping it almost in its entirety. You can only watch, unable to move thanks to the shot. Conveniently, your entire body is numb except for your cock. You actually feel more sensitive, a lot more sensitive. He probably mixed an aphrodisiac in with the drug.

Harvey bobs his head up and down, using his hand to jerk off what he can't handle while his other hand sneaks down to his underwear. He fingers his cunt while he sucks your cock.

Low, soft sounds leave your lips as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. His mouth feels good and you hate that. You hate that you're so close to coming in his mouth, that you're feeling pleasure from this.

You can't do anything but let yourself come. Harvey eagerly swallows your seed before pulling away, a red blush on his cheeks. He stands up and strips down to nothing before climbing on top of you and sinking down on your cock, moaning in pleasure as you fill him up. Just feeling you inside him makes him feel so good.

"I love you, [Name]~" Harvey smiles sweetly before going in for a kiss. Your mouth doesn't move at all, you remain unresponsive as he explores your mouth with his tongue.

Harvey takes your hands and places them on his ass. He holds onto them and makes short movements, gently lifting his hips before moving down, pretending that you're "making love" to him and that he didn't have to drug you to get to this point.

“Ah~” Harvey moans, his current expression something you never imagined you’d see on your doctor’s face. He looks crazy, crazy and in ‘love’.

You start to regain more movement in your face, finally able to move your head around and speak. “Ha- Harvey-” You breathe out.

“Yes~?” He grins.

“Sto- stop.” You plead. “I don't- I don't love you.”

Harvey pauses. “I love you too!” He responds minutes later, cheeks a dark red. “I’m so happy..” He deludes himself.

“I di-” You try to deny it but he brings you into another kiss, leaving you unable to speak. He continues his bounces, moving faster this time. You hate how good his pussy feels around your length. It feels too amazing to be inside his wet warmth, so amazing that you're not sure how long you’ll last. Every bounce just brings you closer and closer to an orgasm, every movement of his is too stimulating for you to handle. You're ashamed of yourself but you find yourself giving in to the pleasure.

Harvey’s bounces become sloppy as he reaches his peak, movements coming to a stop as his pussy successfully milks your cock. Feeling him have an orgasm has you dumping your load inside him.

His lips curve into a smile, planning to baby trap you. He needs to be sure though, one more round to be safe. He gives you a peck on the lips before resuming his previous bounces. “You’re mine, [Name]~” He says. “Only mine.”

You know how this’ll turn out for you but right now? And it's likely the aphrodisiac talking, but all you want is to feel more of his pussy sliding up and down on your cock. “Fuck–” You groan.

Harvey's smile turns into a grin, he loves the sound of you feeling good because of him. “Do I fe- feel good~?”

“Yeah–” You reply only to make him happy, even though it's not a lie. He giggles, riding you faster and moaning without an ounce of shame. He pulls on his hard nipples, showing off to make you hornier. And you hate to admit that it's working. He moves his hands away and leans close to you, giving you a face full of his chest. You take the hint and lick the perky buds in front of you, experimental licks turning more vigorous. Licking occasionally turns into sucking. Despite how sensitive his nipples are, Harvey manages to stay at a steady pace, helping you reach your second orgasm.

You soon fill him with your seed again, the harsh reality of the consequences finally hits you as the effects of the aphrodisiac leave your body.

Harvey stops and rubs himself to his completion, the feeling of him orgasming overstimulating you.

“‘M gonna have your baby.” He smiles, speaking softly.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Mother's Comfort

Summary: Written for Day 23 of Augusnippets 2024. Set in a Modern AU, Sci-fi AU. Mind Full AU. “She’s my mother! She loves me!” Hiccup snapped at Astrid, but is there a kernel of truth?

Warnings: Child Abuse, Medical Trauma, Medical Experimentation

Rating: Mature

Dead Dove: No

Words: 444

Prompts: Wiping Away Tears, Gentle Touch

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Valka

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: Getting needles in your neck fucking sucks. So obviously, I had to do it to Hiccup.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“You know I love you, right?” Valka asks as she stands by Hiccup’s side.

He lies on a hard bed in a sterile room, trying not to look at the tray next to him as a doctor he still doesn’t know the name of checks its contents one last time. It’s another set of those enhancing drugs his mother refuses to elaborate on. They come in the form of injections and in the next five weeks, he gets one in each. They are extremely painful and he always leaves with a migraine. They go in the back of his neck.

“Hiccup?” Valka seeks the validation that he hears her.

“Yeah,” he simply replies, though his eyes betray doubt.

“I do, son. I’m doing this for your sake, too. In the near future, you’ll be able to do things that I can’t. I just want you to reach your full potential,” Valka places a hand on her teenager’s shoulder.

He’s not sure he wants to reach his full potential if getting there keeps putting him through the wringer. It’s not just the migraines, it’s the weeks of sickness as his body is forced to change to accomodate small and foreign pieces of metal.

The doctor, face hidden by a mask, comes with the injection and tells Hiccup to roll onto his side, back facing her. With fear in his heart, he does as he’s told.

“You promised I could talk to my dad after this one,” he reminds Valka and she nods.

“Of course, son.”

His hair is still short, grown only an inch or two since it was shaved for his last surgery many weeks ago. A wet cotton ball disinfects the back of his neck and it’s cold. Hiccup startles at the sensation and his mother offers him a hand to hold. He takes it without question.

Hiccup holds his breath when he’s told to relax and a second later the needle pierces his flesh. It stings for sure, but then the doctor pushes the shady drugs into his system and there the burning comes. It spreads up his neck, muscles tense up, he can feel his face starting to hurt, the migraine is coming.

As well as the tears.

“Ssh,” Valka hushes him before he can even think to sob. He looks up at her, vision blurring as the burning grows worse. He gasps for air, trembling, he’s told to stay still.

“You’re so brave,” she tells him as she leans in and wipes his tears away with her thumb.

“I love you so much, you’re so brave,” she repeats and Hiccup clings to those declarations like his life depends on them.

[bloodredfountainpen]

@juneofdoom day one:

“Help me” | failed escape | on the run | fetal position

Contains/CW: pet whump, bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, self dehumanization, failed escape, cuts, broken bone (arm), delirium, reference to torture

Original part here

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Master Liam screwed up.

That was the thought that rang through G-22985’s mind as he stared at the other end of his leash, the latch hanging off its hook. He could just leave, there was nothing stopping him from just walking off, nothing to stop him from running away.

He knew that Master Liam wouldn’t be back for hours, so he entered the trailer, which wasn’t allowed, but Master Liam wasn’t there to stop him, and he needed to do something about his many, many, open wounds. He painfully disinfected and then bandaged the cuts, then fastened a makeshift split around his broken front paw. Master Liam had smashed it with a hammer the other day as punishment for… something. G-22985 didn’t actually remember, but that was probably because of how much Master Liam liked to hit him in the head, which made his memory quite fuzzy at times.

Maybe I am just a stupid animal.

That thought crept into G-22985’s head as he tended to his wounds, even as he stood up on his hind paws for the first time in months and adored it, a voice at the back of his mind screamed at him that he was being bad.

Finally, after doing all he could for his injuries, G-22985 hesitantly crossed the threshold and headed into the woods.

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As if the skies themselves were scolding the runaway Pet, it had done nothing but rain for days. G-22985 didn’t know how long he’d been away, but he knew it had been at least a couple days, because the sun had set and risen more than once. He’d spent his time hiding under a rocky overhang trying to stay conscious. Despite the throbbing in his forepaw and all over his body, all of that was worth it, because it had been days since Master Liam had beaten him, a new record.

In a rare moment of strength, G-22985 found a sharp stone and began to saw away at his leather collar.

I… need… help, thought the runaway Pet. Once the collar finally snapped, he deliriously stumbled out of his shelter and headed toward civilization. The rain soaked through his fur and thin clothes as he struggled to stay upright. Tremors racked his body as he fought what he suspected was a raging fever, but still, he needed to keep moving.

What should I say if I find someone?…

‘I’ve run away from my Master and I need help?’…

They’d send me back to Master Liam, I’ll never eat again…

Shit, it hurts…

Everything hurts.

“Hey, hey you! Pet! Where’s your owner?”

Was… someone talking to G-22985? He looked around, vision blurred, and spotted a pair of hikers approaching him.

“Please, help me,” he managed to slur out before falling to his knees and losing consciousness, the last sensation was indistinct shouting and an unfamiliar hand on his head.

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G-22985 lay curled up where he’d started his misadventure. His bandages and splint had been confiscated, and new bruises adorning his skin. Shouting emanated from the trailer. Master Liam’s boss was in there with him, and G-22985 almost felt bad for Master Liam, who was having a new asshole torn by his graying superior. Almost. The words “more trouble than it’s worth” echoed clearly, and G-22985 knew he was done for.

When the white clad ModiPets employees came for the nearly catatonic Pet, he didn’t try to fight back. He didn’t try to run, to beg, even to cooperate. He let himself be dragged into the van by his collar, but when he arrived at the facility, he wasn’t met with lethal injection or a fatal dose of electricity. Instead, he was met with a haggard middle aged woman holding a cattle prod.

“What, you did you you’d get off that easily? No pup, the mercy of death isn’t something we spare for defects like you. I’m going to break those delusions of personhood you have in that fluffy little head of yours, and I’m going to build you back up into the perfect Pet. Prepare to become a whole new dog, mutt.”

Tag list (I have one of those now! Even tho it’s just the one person, I’m honored). @maenr

[just-a-wholesome-writer]

Steady Hands

Cw: fluff, needles.

Summary: Y/n tries and fails to inject themselves with HRT, but YB is there to help. (sfw)

You weren't usually afraid of needles. It was something you took pride in, actually.

You were never one to make a fuss at the doctor's office, always the first in line for spending blood, with veins the nurses could never help but compliment.

But things were different when you were the one holding the needle.

You'd gotten it explained to you thrice, watched tons of tutorials of it on YouTube and even had one playing in the background now, and still you couldn't bring the thing anywhere near your leg without shaking like a leaf.

A mix of excitement, anxiety and a good portion of overthinking. It's a shame gel didn't work for you.

They'd put you on pills, first. But those didn't sit well with you, and you didn't feel like throwing up with every meal, so you quickly looked for alternatives.

Then there were those itchy patches that ripped off whenever you put your clothes on a little too quickly. You later found out that the itching was caused by an allergy against something in the adhesive used to stick them on.

Gel didn't work for a similar reason. And since your skin didn't want to cooperate with you, injections were your only other option.

And you were so grateful, you told yourself, so so grateful to be able to afford this.

As if that would make it any less scary. Sighing, you put the syringe down and did what you'd done for the last 20 minutes.

Take your phone, rewatch the person in the video inject themselves again, then pace around your room while flapping your hands to hopefully get enough energy out of your system that you could keep them still for a couple seconds.

"Okay. Okay, okay, okay. You got this. You got this!" you clapped, plopping down on your bed and taking the syringe back in your hand, snapping against the needle to get any air out.

Holding it a mere millimeter over your thigh, you closed your eyes and counted out loud.

"...One...two.....t-two....aaand thre-"

"Darling?"

"Shit!" you threw the needle next to you on the bed, eyes snapping open to glare at the door where your boyfriend had been standing for who knows how long.

"What?!" you snapped, already regretting your tone when you saw his expression turn into one of silent apology.

"Are you okay?" he asked, slowly stepping closer as if trying not to spook you. You sighed.

"Yeah...yeah. I'm just..." you gestured to the still running video, "it looks so easy! And yet I've been trying for half an hour now and I still can't-"

You cut yourself off to look up at him, "sorry for snapping at you."

But he just kissed your head, taking the needle from the bed to sit down next to you.

"It's okay, I understand."

There was a moment of silence between you two, just basking in each other's presence, your frustration melting into nothing as his arm wrapped around you.

Eventually he spoke up, "Would you like me to help?"

"With...the injection?"

"Yeah."

He glanced at the video and then back at the needle, observing the sharpness of it. You considered his offer for a moment.

You knew he wasn't squeamish, proven by his love of horror movies and, well, other things you'd rather just forget.

"Did you do this kind of thing before?" you asked as you watched him disinfect the needle, taking your of a no as approval.

"Well, no," he admitted, "but it seems easy enough and I've got pretty steady hands."

Nodding, you offered your leg to him, deciding that even if he wasn't a professional it was still better than doing it yourself.

"Okay, I trust you."

And you could see how much that meant to him by the way he straightened up, eyebrows scrunching in concentration as he traced his finger over your thigh, trying to see where exactly the needle would penetrate.

"Do you want me to count?"

His voice was so gentle now, his other hand laying on top of yours in an attempt to soothe your nerves. A successful one.

"Please.."

And once again, it was "one...two-"

"Done."

It was so quick you didn't even realize when it was out of your skin again. You couldn't even feel the sting, the only thing proving that he'd really done it being the tiny red dot left in his wake.

Though still, he was quick to fetch a bandaid. Placing it over the mark, before leaning down to kiss it.

Laughing, you kissed him as well, thanking him for the help and immediately accepting when he offered to make this a regular occurrence.