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Johnny W/ Scary Dog Privileges

So I've accepted that I do not wanna write a pt2 to Open Arms :D. At least not anytime soon. Rip.

Anywho, a video of Kimiko from The Boys popped up on my youtube and for some reason I wanted to write headcanons about Johnny W/ someone like that. Readers powers are superhuman strength, durability, agility, hearing and healing. The bitch can get blown up and will walk it off.

Johnny with scary dog privileges would really be something because we all know Johnny is a fucking fool when he wants to be

Is very aware that you're an intimidating person to others and milks that shit

And by "milks that shit" I don't mean he tries to do a bunch of crime or anything like that

I mean he'll say something like "hey Kung Lao, let's make a bet. Whoever wins in arm wrestling doesn't have to pay for lunch!"

"You're on!" "But we can choose champions to play for us" "Um, okay? Well I don't need a champion. Send your best warrior!" "Glad you said that!... Y/N-"

A filthy cheater

I do think the healing would freak him out sometimes

Goro rips your arms off and then five seconds later your arms are growing back but they're in this little baby stage

Keep that shit away from him. Do NOT touch him. He might vomit

"Wow, that's a new phobia"

Your neck is broken then seconds later you snap it back in place

"That was unfortunate" "THAT'S what you call what just happened to you?

Gives you a massager because he thinks all those broken bones must be causing you some sort of discomfort or stiffness

You feel completely fine but you appreciate the sentiment

"Come with me to ask Liu Kang (something stupid that he absolutely will not do" "Why do I have to go?" "He might do it if you're there"

I don't think the god will be spooked of the Deadpool/Wolverine variant, but okay Johnny

It's giving "ask my mom if you can stay over! She'll say yes to you!

I don't think he'd treat you as something scary though

It'll be like when people have big ass swole ass dogs and name them Princess

That is a demon. Let's be fr

"Is your face smashed in? Yes. Do you still look stunning? Yes"

"Bet you wish you had their powers Kenshi! Get it? Because then your eyes would've came back!... What do you mean that's insensitive?

"Have you considered becoming a stuntman?"

"So if I were to shoot you out of a canon-" "I'm way too civilized to be having this conversation"

It's the "Someone will die >:(" "Of fun! :D" meme

I just think it'd be really cute because of the fact that Johnny is such a jokester and can't take shit serious

He's such a jester type of character and he has this walking threat behind him

Johnny, my third favorite white man <3

Tumblr, the next time you delete something I'm writing, I'm coming up to HQ and heads will roll

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Watching Reservation Dogs so now I have a random idea

Idk why but for some reason I think Bear would be the most obvious when he likes someone. I feel like there's stages to having a crush, and two of those is "not realizing you like them" and "realizing you like them"

When he's in that second stage he's so stupidly obvious. Legit the type to tell his friends "be cool! Be cool! They're coming over!" then sits back in his chair with his arms crossed to look cool. Or the type to brag, but it's in a non asshole-ish way. He's not a frat boy.

"Yeah I have tons of upperbody strength! I once carried all of my friends up a hill, didn't I Willie Jack?" "Fuck yeah dude! A giant fucking hill!

In conclusion, Bear is my son.

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Why?

So this is kinda a rant piece but also me writing something about mental health? Yeah, idk what to call this. It's in first person. Life's been rough soooo I was like "I'll write smth about it"

TW: Talks of depression, suicidal thoughts, overall depressing shit

I think what I liked the most about being in a hospital was that my best was always enough.

This isn't the case for all hospitals. I've heard horror stories about some places, but mine wasn't like that. It was calm, beautiful even. If me getting up, brushing my teeth, talking in group and laughing with patients was my best, then that was great! If my best was getting up and just sitting in group then going back to my room, that was fine too. As long as I was trying, my best would always be enough.

And when I was feeling low, that was okay. If I didn't know why, that was okay too. If I were to say "I feel drained and I don't know why", I never heard "well you shouldn't feel that way!" "you're being overdramatic" "you're fine" "well why? You have to have a reason why"

The peace was nice. I had no real worries. I just woke up, ate, went to group, read, watched movies and did whatever everyone else was doing.

That's kinda what I imagine death to be like. Just complete peace and quiet. No stress. No worries. Just peace. The exact opposite of everyday life.

Your best is never enough in everyday life. There is no taking a break because life is chaotic. And sometimes, like now, I become well aware of just how fucked life is. How fucked I am too.

Why am I such a mess even when I'm on meds? Sometimes I look at them and think "if you didn't have these, you'd crumble. How pathetic is that? These tiny pills are the only thing that can set your brain right"

But why? Why am I like this? Is reincarnation real and I did something terrible in a past life? Is hell real but instead of fire, it's a life where something is always going wrong? Or am I really just unlucky? But if that's the case then once again I'm asking why?

What's the point of doing anything if I'm always going to end up right back in this spot? Life seems fine and then it just comes back - the overwhelming feeling that I'm just here with no purpose. Tell me to imagine my life in five years and I draw a blank. I can't even imagine what I'll look like, let alone what I'll be doing. Life is just this constant chained weight at my ankle and everytime I think I'm used to the weight, suddenly another weight appears. How long do I have until it buries me?

The idea of getting old scares me. At some point my body will break down and an illness will take me. A slow and sad death, that's not what I want. That sounds scary. And the idea of not being able to take care of myself? Just being some bag of bones waiting for when the fat lady finally sings? Horrifying. But I also don't wanna die young. If I were to find out I have a terrible illness and I was on borrowed time, I'd cry my eyes out and scream about how I don't wanna die. But I also do. Maybe I just don't wanna die slow. Maybe I wanna die on my own terms. I don't want life to take me. Out of all decisions that have been made for me my whole life, I ultimately wanna have the last one.

When someone dies young I think "how sad! They had their whole life in front of them!". And if someone confessed to being suicidal, I'd tell them that life gets better and to not end it. Why can't I be like that for myself? Why can't I be positive about life when I'm trying to encourage myself? Why can't I just convince myself that life will get better and I have a purpose on this Earth? Why does the thought of being forgotten in a generation or two scare me, but the idea that the people in my life would get over me comfort me?

"If you were to die, the people you know would move on". Comforting.

"No one will remember you after one or two generations". Terrifying.

Why am I this broken thing? Why can't I just wake up and be fixed?

In video games, the automatic save point in case of death, is always some safe spot. Why is my save point always at this low spot?

Why am I like this?

Why am I even writing this? Do I think it'll make someone feel better? All I've said is that life is shit. That won't make anyone happy.

Why is it that I can't learn to love the one person I'll be stuck with for the rest of my life?

Why?

I'd just like to know why.

This isn't a goodbye note or anything. I'm just writing shit.

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one of the reasons i love rez dogs is it’s probably the only teen-centered show i’ve ever seen that depicts zero on screen romance/sex. the plot is about grief, death, culture, community, family, spirituality, growth, fear, and finding the humour in your trauma. i fucking love this show for so many reasons, but one of them is how fucking refreshing it is that i didnt have to watch yet another show about teenagers fucking each other.

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Randomly thought about On My Block and you know what I would've loved to see more of? The relationship between Mario, Spooky and Sad Eyes.

By the way Mario and Spooky interacted, we can tell that there's some sort of friendship there. I wouldn't be surprised if they went to school together since they're around the same age. I remember there was this one scene where they're at the store and the TV is talking about some robbery that's happened and Mario looks at Spooky with this kinda worried expression and Spooky won't look at him then changes the subject. So in my mind, Mario knows that Spooky had something to do with it and isn't pleased. It makes me curious as to what their friendship was like growing up. Were they best friends? Was it like Cesar and his friends, where they kept trying to keep him out that life but he ended up there anyway?

Then there's Spooky and Sad Eyes, someone we always see around Spooky. Were they friends beforehand? Did their friendship develop as they spent more time together? Sad Eyes seemed protective of Cesar when that one dude wanted smoke with him (if I remember correctly. I think it was season 3? Maybe 4? Idk, I hated both but moving on-), so was he the one taking care of Cesar when Spooky was locked up? Did he do what happened in season 4? Was it knowingly? I NEED ANSWERS.

In conclusion, I wish we saw other characters relationships instead of Cesar and Monse arguing because holy fuck, that shit got tiring fast.

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Not even into Call of Duty but I saw ppl talking about Call Signs (I think?) and for some reason I imagined this character whos Call Sign is DisKnees because their knees gave out randomly and went inwards, giving them the Disney Knees appearance. Bonus points if they tumbled down the stairs.

Do military niggas fuck with Disney? Surely they must.

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I have plans that I cannot share with you right now, because the haters will sabotage me

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Omg, hey campers!

So, little update

Spent hours in the ER only for them to be like "yeah we don't know what's wrong with you"... HELP ME?? Um I don't have a tumor or any heart issues which was their main concern but now I gotta see a specialist. I'm happy they didn't see anything super concerning but my nigga I got an IV and fucking EKG monitor attached to me while I'm watching Law & Order on the TV in this funky smelling building and y'all don't know NOTHING? "If you have another attack just relax afterwards" funny enough, I came to that conclusion-

Ik the ER is limited but I'm still a bit annoyed because the specialist hasn't called me so I tried to call them and hung up because I was on hold for fucking ever. I'm finna combust and end my sorrows

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Character asks!

These are more focused on the background stuff rather than the usual "what would the character do in XY situation" kinds of asks. I've been looking for something like this for quite a while and in the end decided to make my own. Feel free to use, go wild, enjoy

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

What is an aspect of their appearance that you like the most?

What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?

How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?

What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Do you have a voice claim for the character? What do you imagine the character sounds like?

Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Have you ever made a moodboard for them?

Is there any memes or running jokes associated with the character, both in- and out of universe?

Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?

Does the character have other characters connected to them? Do you have a family tree and "offscreen" connections made up for them or do they exist in a vacuum purely for the purpose of the story?

What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

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Uh, twins, I fear I'm having some medical issues. I've passed out before but it happened again and I may or may not have had a seizure last night :D. Soooo, yeah, gotta get that checked. With that being said, we're putting writing in depth shit on a break. I'm already inactive but DAMN-

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No matter how old I get, the entire season 3 of teen wolf will forever have the biggest chokehold on me

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i drew some stiles :3c and honestly i’ll probably draw more >:3c

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I’m the Liu Kang with shibari request anon. I’m gonna be honest when I requested it. I thought Liu Kang would be the one doing the tying up but…..

I mean I am NOT complaining

The way I didn't even consider that because I'm used to writing subby men-

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Y/n: *sneaks into the castle at 2am*

Marcus: *turns in a chair* care to tell me where you were?

Y/n: I was with… Uh......A....Aro!

Aro: *also turns in a chair* Care to- *keeps spinning* Marcus I can’t stop the chair.

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Loki, who acts like he doesn't care for words of affirmation, but everytime reader compliments him they can see his eyes soften.

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Sometimes I randomly start missing Steve, Tony and Nat like they're my lover stuck at war

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Cockwarming Leon

❥Pairing: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

❥Summary: You cockwarm Leon while doing paperwork.

❥CW: 18+, smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex (leon receiving), cockwarming, sub!leon, degradation (reader calls leon slut/whore), praise, dacryphilia (crying), orgasm delay/denial, 1.5k words

❥a/n: Very rushed fic, not proofread, hope you enjoy! BTW my asks/requests are open so PLEASE send something in! I would love some new fic ideas <3 pics are from pinterest

After a long day at work, you trudged through the front door of your apartment, the weight of unfinished paperwork still lingering in your mind. Despite the exhaustion gnawing at your bones, the thought of spending time with Leon lifted your spirits. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you sought out your boyfriend, finding him lounging in the living room, eyes on the television. You approached him on the couch, returning the soft smile he gave you as you straddled his thighs and nuzzled into his neck. 

“Hey, you,” he sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms around you while arching his neck back, giving your searching lips more access. “How was work?” 

You hummed against his neck. “Long. Missed you,” you replied between kisses, teeth lightly scraping against his skin. You relished in the way his breathing hitched in response, hips rolling up slightly to gain friction against his quickly hardening cock. 

With a teasing smile, you stood, dragging Leon with you by the collar of his t-shirt, gently pushing him towards the desk chair. You kissed him softly, then knelt between his spread legs, running your hands up his tense thighs. You placed a kiss over the tent in his sweatpants, maintaining eye contact with him as he bit his lip in anticipation. 

You tugged at the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down his hips and letting them pool at his ankles, freeing his cock from its confines as it slapped against his lower abdomen. You licked a long stripe from the base to the tip before taking him fully into your mouth, swatting his hands away as he reached to place them on your head. Leon’s eyelids fluttered closed as he let out a strained moan, lost in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his pulsing dick. 

Your mouth was off him just as fast as it was on him, your hand replacing your mouth as you gave his wet cock a few pumps before getting up and reaching for your bag, pulling out your paperwork. A puzzled expression painted Leon’s flushed face as you placed your paperwork on the desk and began removing your pants. 

“What–What are you doing?” He panted out. Now naked from the waist down, you situated yourself onto his lap, taking his cock in your hands and guiding it to your dripping cunt, flashing him a coy smile over your shoulder. 

“I have to finish up some paperwork,” you replied sweetly, “But you can be a good boy and sit still while I do this, can’t you?”

With a playful glint in your eyes, you positioned yourself over his lap, guiding his throbbing cock to the entrance of your slick folds. Leon's breath hitched at the sensation, his hands instinctively reaching out to grasp your hips, but you shot him a warning look, halting his movements. "No touching, Leon," you admonished softly, your voice laced with authority. "You don't get to fuck me until I say so."

Leon whimpered, but placed his hands at his sides obediently, a shiver running down his spine at the commanding tone of your voice. With a teasing smirk, you sank down fully onto his cock, relishing in the way he filled you completely, stretching you deliciously with each inch. 

A low groan spilled from Leon’s lips as you fully seated yourself onto his cock, your velvety walls clenching around him in a tight, welcoming embrace. Leon's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his restraint palpable as he struggled to remain still, his cock throbbing with need.

You were seemingly uninterested, working diligently on your paperwork as Leon’s needy whimpers filled the room, his arousal mounting with the tightening of your walls around his dick. With a wicked grin, you deliberately clenched around him, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his lips as he fought to maintain his composure.

“God, you really are just a needy slut, aren’t you?” you teased, giving him a mischievous smirk over your shoulder. “Be a good boy and wait just a little while longer, and then you’ll get your reward, yeah?”

Leon nodded frantically, his self-control hanging by a thread as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins. He was being so good for you, and if you were being honest, you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out with the way his cock was filling you so well. 

As you turned back to your work and clenched down on him once more, every shred of self control Leon had was thrown out the window. It all just felt too good, and he couldn’t help but roll his hips up, his needy cock seeking the friction it needed. You let out a surprised gasp, unprepared for the intrusion of his thick head against that sweet spot deep inside your cunt. As you dropped your pen, Leon knew he was in trouble. 

He felt a sharp slap on his thigh, your eyes narrowing at him as you ridiculed his behaviour. “You greedy little whore. Are you that much of a desperate slut that you can’t listen to simple instructions?” 

Leon’s eyes drifted to the floor in shame, but you wouldn’t accept that. You grabbed a hold of his face, forcing his eyes back to yours. “I’ll let it slide this time, but if this happens again, you won’t get to fuck me. Understood?”

“Y-yes ma’am! I’m s-so sorry–won’t happen again. Just p-please let me fuck you.”

"Good boy." You gave him a teasing smile and shifted slightly in your chair, purposefully clenching around him. A choked whimper escaped his lips, and you felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight of him struggling to maintain control.

Turning your attention back to the paperwork, you picked up your pen and started to write. Each deliberate clench of your muscles around him elicited a new wave of shivers and gasps. You could feel his desperation growing, the tension in his body building with each passing second.

Minutes ticked by as you continued your work, only occasionally glancing down to see Leon's face contorted with need, tears spilling down from his eyes. He was doing his best to stay still, but you could tell he was on the verge of breaking.

Without warning, you clenched around him harder, making him cry out softly. His breaths were becoming more erratic, and his body trembled as he tried to hold back. "P-please," he begged, his voice a strained whisper. "I can't... I need to..."

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "Not yet, Leon. Be patient. I just have one more thing to do" You kissed his temple gently before returning to your paperwork, leaving him trembling beneath you.

Leon's breaths came out in ragged gasps, his body trembling with anticipation and need. Tears continued to streak down his cheeks as he fought to hold back his impending release, the desperation evident in every strained movement. He was completely at your mercy, his arousal and obedience to your commands intertwined in a tangled web of pleasure and restraint.

Finally, with a final flourish of your pen, you set aside your paperwork and turned your full attention back to Leon. His eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and longing, his entire being consumed by the need to release the tension coiled tightly within him.

You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered softly, "You've been such a good boy for me, Leon. You've earned your reward."

With that, you began to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles as you rode him with purpose and intent. Leon's breath caught in his throat, a choked sob escaping his lips as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure washing over him.

His hips thrusted upwards, meeting the rolling of your hips as he chased his pleasure. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for very long, but in that moment all he cared about was cumming. 

As you felt his release approaching, you quickened the pace, your movements becoming more urgent as you chased your own climax. The tension in the air was palpable, the anticipation building to a fever pitch as you both hurtled towards the edge of bliss.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, Leon found release, his body convulsing with pleasure as he spilled himself inside you. The feeling of his hot seed filling you pushed you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in a wave of ecstasy.

You collapsed against each other, spent and breathless, the only sound filling the room the echo of your racing hearts. With a gentle touch, you cupped his face, brushing away the tears that still lingered there.

"Are you okay?" you whispered, your voice filled with concern as you searched his eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Leon nodded weakly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he reached up to caress your cheek. "I'm more than okay," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "That was…amazing."

A warmth spread through your chest at his words, filling you with a sense of contentment unlike anything you'd ever known. Wrapping your arms around him, you held him close, relishing in the closeness you shared.